Ghost King's Peerless Poison Concubine

Chapter 73: The Dowry Gift, Ten Miles of Red Makeup Night (1)
I remember that there was such a day when someone held him in his arms, holding a long green bamboo strip in his hand, and while weaving something, he said softly to him, Eagle, mother will weave a bamboo for you. Is Dragonfly okay?

On that day, a hundred flowers bloomed, the sun was warm, and butterflies twirled and birds sang. He was laughing and running among thousands of flowers with the green bamboo dragonfly in his hand. The man sat on the porch of the house and looked at him with a gentle smile. It became the warmest and most beautiful dream in his few childhood memories, and the rest was only heart-piercing torture and pain.

He doesn't know how to weave a bamboo dragonfly, but he often holds the bamboo strips in his hand, unknowingly weaves a bamboo dragonfly, but throws it away quickly, as if he wants to throw away an unpleasant memory Throwing it away, but unfortunately, he always let it appear in front of his eyes involuntarily.

Just like that person, who gave him the best memories, but also gave him the most painful memories, making him look like he is now, who is neither human nor ghost, and often has to endure the pain she imposed on him. torture and pain.

Because of this, he didn't know whether he loved her or resented her.

As he grows older, he has learned to control his emotions. It has been countless years, and his hands no longer involuntarily weave the bamboo dragonfly that carries his memory. The sand of emotions that had been slowly sunk into the river bed by the years and years suddenly surfaced again, making him have to bend down to bear the turbulence.

Baili Yunjiu raised his hand to cover the mask on his left face. Since that year, he has not stepped into the Valley of Flowers again.

I don't know if the flowers are still blooming, I don't know if that person is sleeping well?

He is about to marry a wife. If that person is still alive, will she laugh or be angry?
It's just that there are never what-ifs in this world.

In just half a month, I don’t know how many times the city has exploded. The people who love to talk about various things no longer just sit and chat after tea and dinner, but from the moment they open the shop early in the morning, set up a stall and walk into the market. From the beginning, I kept talking with others about what I saw and heard, and I took it out to express my own opinions.

"The villainous woman is matched with the Prince of Ghosts, she is indeed a perfect match, a perfect match." A ragged and disheveled beggar sat in a corner of the downtown and gnawed on a cold steamed bun given by a passer-by, shaking his head and said, "This has been used since ancient times. I've never heard of a woman asking for a dowry by herself, so that's fine, the dowry is not gold, silver and jewelry, but the other party's flesh and blood? Tsk tsk, this wicked girl is indeed a wicked girl ! Well deserved, well deserved!"

"And this ghost prince dares to hire you? Tsk tsk, I really want to wonder if this ghost prince's brain was passed by a donkey when he was a child." Passers-by walked by the old beggar, and when they heard him talking to himself Hastened to quicken his pace, this old beggar is not afraid of being heard so boldly scolding the prince stupid in broad daylight. I have never heard that the time for the appointment is still chosen at midnight, and the midnight is always the time when things from the underworld are most frequent, so is this an appointment or an order?"

"Hey! Young man, don't run away, listen to me, don't go out tonight, be careful to bump into something you shouldn't see and lose your life!" The old beggar shook his head and said frantically, After swallowing the last mouthful of steamed buns in his mouth, he suddenly grabbed the trousers of a man in gray clothes who passed by him. His frightening words caused the man to throw him away and ran away in a hurry.

"If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes! Listen to me, everyone! Don't go out at midnight! Be careful to bring unclean things to yourself!" Seeing the man running away, the old beggar hurried to the street. On the way, after shouting a few words, catch anyone, then repeated these words mysteriously with staring eyes, immediately causing the whole street to avoid him.

Although everyone treats them as old beggars and talking crazy, those crazy words just make people feel nervous. Zishi is indeed the most frequent time for those ghosts and monsters that they can't see with the naked eye. This ghost prince Why did you choose to hire at such a time?And he really hired his flesh and eyes?

Could it be that the ghost prince is of the same kind as those dirty things?Chosen Zi Shishipin wants his kind to celebrate him?Cocoa, is there such a ridiculous thing in the world?But it is true that the ghost prince's eyes can kill. If he hadn't been associated with those dirty things, how could a person's eyes be able to kill people with just one look?
Close the door at midnight tonight, no matter what noises you hear outside, don't be curious, let alone open the doors and windows to see, lest you really invite unclean things into the house, even if it is nonsense, but the people in this world Who can say for sure, I would rather believe it or not!What's more, it is a well-known fact that the eyes of the terrible ghost prince can kill people!
In the Medicine Pavilion of the Bai Mansion, Bai Liuli was sitting by the window, flipping through a book with very yellowed paper, beside her were several large black lacquered boxes, the lids of which were covered with thick Dust, one of the boxes was opened, and there were books neatly placed inside. The paper was as yellow as the book in her hand, and it was wrinkled badly, as if it had been soaked in water. The paper in Bai Liuli's hand In that book, the water stains on the yellowed pages can be clearly seen, and the color is dark yellow due to the age.

There was a low stool by her feet, and on the low stool was a wooden basin filled with a small half of water. Every time Bai Liuli opened a page of the book, she was very careful, for fear of damaging the soft bed. Every time she turned a page, she used a handkerchief to gently sweep away the dust sticking to it. She frowned slightly every time she encountered a book page that was glued together, and then dipped the handkerchief on the wood beside her feet. The water in the basin carefully wets the glued book pages completely, and only after the papers are completely soaked, she slowly and carefully tore apart the glued papers bit by bit, as if she was not treating A book, but a baby in swaddling.

Sha Mu squatted aside, holding a feather duster in his hand, and was slowly sweeping away the dust covered on the box cover, then wiped every mouthful of the box with a wrung cloth, and then wiped the boxes one by one. When she opened it, a strong musty smell came to her nostrils, making her frown.

"Sha Mu, take out all the books in these boxes, wipe them clean and spread them out in the room, be careful not to damage them." Bai Liuli was still carefully repairing the books in her hands with her eyes lowered, without raising her head. The ground said lightly to Shamu.

"Yes, miss." Sha Mu nodded immediately, then felt itchy nose, rubbed the back of her hand and then sneezed loudly, breaking the quiet atmosphere instantly, causing her to apologize to Bai Liuli, "servant It wasn't intentional! Miss... don't be angry. "

(End of this chapter)