Beauty Sihuanian

Chapter 1

The north wind howled, and the blizzard poured between the sky and the earth. The strong wind rolled up the snowflakes, and they hit the sky and covered the earth, roaring and galloping.

On the winding mountain road, a skinny horse neighed uncontrollably under the wind and snow. The carriage did not move forward, but stopped alone on the road, and was soon covered with a layer of white snow particles.

A man in a short shirt emerged from the carriage, with an old cotton towel wrapped around his head. He was dressed like a coachman. He jumped out of the carriage with a bundle in his arms and put the bundle at the front of the carriage. After opening it, the coarse clothes were thrown on the floor. Then, the coachman searched out the money and all the valuable things in the bag - two hanging coins and two tasseled silver hairpins, these are all the valuable things of the owner of the bag.

After taking a sip, looking at the clothes the woman was wearing, she thought she was a noble lady fleeing for refuge, but she didn't expect that there were only these things in the bag. If I had known that I would have stripped off her fine clothes, at least I could buy them for a few dollars. .

The coachman walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the abyss. The wind and snow blinded his eyes. He put his hands in his sleeves and looked at the dead branches on the edge of the cliff. He dared to fight him for such a small amount of money. , damn it!

"Pooh!"

Ji Wanyan fell on a bunch of dead branches, her whole body gradually lost temperature like falling into an ice cave, her right hand was pressed under her body at a strange angle, the bone of the shoulder blade pierced the flesh, exposing the blood-stained white bones, she wanted to put her hand Return to the correct posture, but the whole body does not have the slightest strength to do it.

The moment she fell from the steep cliff and fell to the ground, she almost heard the sound of bones breaking all over her body. She knew that she would never get up again, and she only had one breath to look at the dead leaf in front of her. , dry and crispy yellow, as long as there is a little gravity to press down, it is enough to crush it, just like myself at this moment.

Blood was spitting out of his mouth continuously, and he couldn't even close his mouth, and his throat seemed to be shattered.

The originally beautiful face is now covered with knife marks, the once gorgeous face is ruined, the tricks that have been exhausted are gone, and he was driven out of the capital by his family like a street mouse. The astonishment, along with the three words 'Ji Wanyan', turned into the biggest joke.

Looking back on this life, she didn't know how to describe it. Relying on her extraordinary beauty, she always wanted to hold her proud head like a phoenix. The ridiculous thing is that she didn't know it. People took advantage of it, and finally found out that he was not a phoenix at all, but a donkey that was driven away with a whip. It screamed and screamed after being beaten in the mill, and imagined that its voice was like an oriole.

Sad, hateful!
This is the true portrayal of Ji Wanyan's life.

It's a pity that she didn't know how stupid she was all this time until the end when her dearest sister sent someone to push her face on the ground and cut her face.

The white snow in front of my eyes gradually turned red, and then fell into permanent darkness unconsciously.

'Ji Wanyan' floated up from the ground and looked down at the woman in a horrific death. She just floated in mid-air, quietly watching her once-proud peerless face decay day by day, and finally understood, A beautiful face is nothing but painted bones and painted skin.The face she valued so much in the past, even if there are many marks, she will pay attention to it for a long time, but now...

She floated to the tree and sat down, not knowing where she would go next, so the day and night went through the first seven days.

On the eighth day, she saw two people standing in front of her dead body.

After the snow, it was raining and muddy all the way.The hem of the clothes of the two of them was full of mud, and the wind and dust could be seen.

The person behind him was dressed as a guard, holding an umbrella high. The person in front was wearing a crow-blue hooded cloak embroidered with gold thread on the back, with a hood on his head. He was quite tall. She took out a gorgeous silk veil and covered her face, and then bent down to hug her wet corpse. Her hands hung limply and were covered with yellow corpse spots. , she could almost smell the stench on it, but the man didn't notice it, and turned around holding her.

That handsome face sculpted like a ghostly axe is strange and familiar, but how could it be... him?

(End of this chapter)