"Rub your waist for me."
I saw Guiliu lying on the bed with a grimace on his face.
The woman glanced at him with a strange look in her eyes and murmured to herself: "The great swordsman with a sword of 90,000 miles has a backache after sleeping on the ground all night."
Guiliu was serious, but what he said was completely irrelevant to her, "Behind every failed man, there is a powerful woman."
"Shameless." The woman's face turned red, and she slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and gently kneaded his waist.
"It's a good technique. Have you ever served someone before?" Guiliu joked.
The woman said nothing, but felt a little sad.
Guiliu turned his face sideways and said softly: "The government ransacked the house, took away your father's embezzled money, and arrested nearly a hundred people. Those who deserved to be jailed were jailed, and those who deserved to be sent to prison. You were the only one in such a large family who survived. From now on. There is no more powerful Wang family in the capital. What are you going to do from now on?"
The woman shook her head: "I don't know. Maybe if I take one step at a time, I might freeze to death."
"How can that be done?" Guiliu sat up and stared at the woman, quite maliciously.
The woman looked at him, "What? You want to send me to Chunxian Tower?"
Guiliu nodded, "The eighth beauty in the world, if sold to Chunxian Tower, I should be able to make a lot of money."
The woman's pretty face was calm, she looked up at the man in front of her, and said softly: "You won't bear it, otherwise you won't help me."
She suddenly came very close, and she could even feel the fragrance coming from her. She picked up a strand of snow-white hair of the person in front of her, held it gently in her hand, and recalled the scene of their unexpected encounter during the Lantern Festival that year.
At that time, he was wearing a scarlet snow shirt and a jade crown, and he was as elegant as the Immortal Wangyou.
She was a little curious about why his hair turned white. She rubbed it with her fingers and said softly: "That year on the Lantern Festival, you were not like this."
Guiliu also thought of that first meeting, and the corners of his mouth turned up, "I look better with white hair, don't I?"
The woman hummed softly, "More feminine, less dandy."
"Just think you're complimenting me."
Guiliu lay down lazily, contented, and said with emotion: "This bed is really soft, much more comfortable than the hard floor. Sure enough, after living a life of bells and whistles, his body became more and more pretentious, and he couldn't sleep well. If it doesn’t smell good, you’ll get into trouble.”
Seeing that the woman was still sitting, he pulled her slightly hard and forced her to lie back on the bed.
On a soft bed, two people lay quietly, as if they were lying on the vast grass in the wild.
"Aren't you leaving today?" the woman said softly.
"I can't leave, my back hurts like crazy, I need to rest for a day." Guiliu said lazily, his hand seemed to be overstepping his bounds, and he gently clasped the woman's tender hand.
The woman gently twitched her hand and let him hold it. After lying there for a while, the woman suddenly turned sideways and looked at his impeccable white face. She seemed to get closer to him in order to see something clearly.
Gui Liu narrowed his beautiful golden eyes, the beautiful face so close at hand, and the faint fragrance, making weeds grow wildly in his heart.
He moved closer unconsciously. The two of them were so close that they could even clearly feel each other's gentle breath.
The woman's red lips opened slightly, and she blew air like orchid, which tickled his face.
"The golden phoenix eyes are so beautiful."
"I've seen enough. Why don't you let me take another bite?"
As he spoke, Guiliu actually bit the woman's face.
The woman was quite disgusted and wiped the water stains on her face with her sleeves, but the slightly red bite marks were clearly visible.
"It's so delicious." Guiliu said with a smile, pinched her neck gently, tilted his head and smiled: "I always feel that the eighth most beautiful woman in the world shouldn't be so beautiful. Tell me, did you use some little trick to deceive me? "
But the woman suddenly remembered something, and even completely ignored Guiliu's unreasonable behavior, and asked curiously: "Is the top lady in Chunxian Tower really that good-looking?"
"She." Gui Liu had a smile in her eyes, as if she was remembering something, and finally said something that deserved a beating, "She's prettier than you anyway."
"Yeah?"
The woman laughed at herself, "You are not as beautiful as others, and your life is more miserable than others. You, you, you are such a pathetic little person."
Guiliu secretly caught a glimpse of her sad expression, and without saying anything else, he walked to the table, picked up the bowl of porridge that she had brought earlier, and started eating breakfast.
Xinghua Town is not big, just dozens of streets and dozens of miles of roads, and there is not even a place where you can have fun. Many people here have the earthy atmosphere of the countryside, so along the way, you rarely see young men and women in bright clothes.
Since we were going to take a rest in Xinghua Town today, we couldn't stay sullenly at the inn. The woman wanted to go shopping on the street. Although Guiliu had a pain in her back, she readily agreed.
The title of the Eighth Beauty in the World undoubtedly shocked the world. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, before leaving the inn, the woman put on a gauze-covered hat to cover her appearance.
Even though he was strolling leisurely, Gui Liu wore a blunt knife to drink water. He is not afraid of ten thousand, but afraid of the worst. For him, after leaving the palace and the capital, he has lost the protection of his mother. No matter where he goes, there is an undercurrent of rivers and lakes under his feet.
The small town is as good as a small town, clean and quiet. People walk very slowly on the road, and the long white clouds often linger in front of them. Even time here seems to have been slowed down a lot.
The two of them walked past the shop where they ate noodles last night. By coincidence, the waiter was dozing against the window. His head suddenly dropped. When he woke up, he saw a man and woman passing by the window. The wind picked up slightly and lifted up the woman's veil. The waiter immediately rubbed his eyes, thinking he saw a fairy descending to earth. But when he came back to his senses, the two people had disappeared. So he hurriedly went out, but he could only see the two people's backs in the distance, and he couldn't help but feel melancholy and lost.
"Let's go here."
Geiliu took the woman's hand and came to a shop.
As soon as I stepped over the threshold, I was greeted by the strong smell of powder.
The aunt who ran the store saw the young man and woman in gorgeous clothes and knew that they were big money sellers, so she quickly stepped forward to entertain them.
The woman originally planned to look around casually and had no intention of buying, but Guiliu laughed out loud and said: "Madam boss, if you have any good rouge and gouache, you don't have to hide it, just take it out. The price doesn't matter, my wife is happy. the most important."
With that said, Guiliu took out two silver ingots and placed them on the counter. I saw a green and beautiful bamboo flute on the counter, and I touched it.
"Madam?" The woman was secretly amused, but it was just rhetoric. This man with a ridiculous reputation spread all over the world has never lacked beautiful companions and beautiful women by his side. I don't know how many women have said the same thing.
The woman's face was almost broken with laughter. She put away the two spindles and immediately led the two of them inside.
There were no lights in the shop, and it became darker and darker the further inside. The woman suddenly tripped over something unknown and almost fell. Fortunately, Guiliu held her up. In shock, she lowered her head and looked at her feet, but strangely, there was nothing.
Seeing this scene, Gui Liu smiled and said nothing.
Finally, the woman stopped in front of a high box wall that had been dusty for many years, carefully took out the key, inserted it and turned it a few times, and took out a box of exquisitely packaged rouge gouache.
Gui Liu recognized at a glance that this box of rouge was a replica of Yun Hua Tang in Beijing.
As the daughter of the powerful Wang family, the woman also has extremely good eyesight, so she naturally recognized this box of fakes at a glance.
The woman looked at her carefully and said, "Girl, are you satisfied?"
After the words fell for a long time, the woman whose face was covered by a curtain and white gauze did not speak.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then looked at Gui Liu to the side.
Geiliu approached the woman and whispered, "Madam, you don't like it?"
The woman suddenly felt like she was facing an enemy, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. No woman in the world would dislike the rouge produced by Yunhuatang, unless she recognized that it was a fake. If this is the case, the deception is just a trivial matter. The key is that the two silver ingots that have just been received and have not been warmed up should be returned in vain.
Suddenly, under the veil, a woman's cold voice sounded, "It's very good, give it to me."
The woman carefully handed over the rouge, feeling relieved and quietly letting out a sigh of relief.
Guiliu said with a smile: "Madam boss, let's go over there to look at the jewelry and headdresses. You don't have to follow me. I will call you if necessary."
The woman nodded and stopped following.
Walking to the jewelry area, Gui Liu fiddled with the dazzling array of hairpins and said with a smile: "Why do you accept it? You should know that it is a box of crude imitations."
The woman's tone was cold and she asked: "What qualifications do I have to be picky now? It's better to have something than nothing."
Guiliu couldn't help laughing, and immediately stretched out his hand to pinch the woman's face, laughing angrily: "You, you always talk about yourself so pitifully, as if I have treated you badly. Don't say that again next time, or else I will It’s time to feel distressed again.”
The woman was silent and her eyes swept over the rough-made but elegant hairpins. She thought she would miss them, but her eyes suddenly stopped.
She slowly stretched out her hand and picked up the simple hairpin.
Gui Liu looked at it, nodded and said with a chuckle: "This hairpin is good. It does not follow the flow and makes waves, and does not drink the bad but sips the bad. It is somewhat like the connotation of an expert hermit."
"Can I buy this one?" the woman asked softly after looking at it carefully for a long time.
Guiliu smiled and immediately called out to the boss lady.
The woman was so happy that she hurried over and said, "Girl, if you like it, just give it a try. It won't be a problem."
The woman hesitated to take off her hat and subconsciously looked at him.
"It's okay." Gui Liu smiled.
The woman who took off her curtain revealed her true appearance that would captivate a country. The old woman has been running a rouge shop all her life and has seen countless beauties, but this is the first time she has seen such a fairy-like beauty.
She suddenly had an absurd idea.
After hesitating for a moment, she still cautiously asked the man quietly: "Sir, is your wife on the beauty list?"
Guiliu nodded and smiled: "It is indeed among them, but it is not ranked high."
The woman was slightly annoyed and stepped on him lightly. Is eighth in the world not considered high? You must know that there are tens of millions of women in the Jing Dynasty, not all of them can be on the beauty review, let alone be among the top ten in the world.
Not long after, the woman's waist-length black hair was tied up, and the hairpin was inserted into it, making her look even more demure and elegant.
Gui Liu looked at her carefully, tilted his head and said with a smile, "Ah, what kind of young lady is this? She's so pretty. Tell me who you are, and I will dislike Wang Sizhi and start liking you instead."
Even though she knew it was an unintentional frivolous remark, the woman still blushed slightly and whispered, "Let's go."
"Girl!" the old woman suddenly shouted.
For some reason, she looked nervous, as if she wanted to say something, but even after gathering her courage several times, she still couldn't.
The woman's face was gentle, "Auntie, please tell me."
The old woman was stunned for a moment, then she mustered up her courage again, and finally spoke boldly,
"Actually, this rouge shop run by this old man has always been patronized by country women. After all, they are country women. They work all year round and are exposed to wind and sun. Their skin is very thick, so it is useless to use these inferior products. In Xinghua Town, It's a remote place in a poor country, so it would be great to have a rouge shop. Who can buy some expensive powders?"
The old woman looked at the woman, her eyes full of shame, "Girl, if I had known you were so charming, I wouldn't have used this box of fake rouge to deceive you. This low-quality rouge would never be able to be applied to your face. If it goes up, you should throw it away. As for the two silver ingots, I don't have the nerve to accept them. If you like this hairpin, you don't have to pay anything, just take it, it will be regarded as my apology. "
After saying this, the old woman lowered her head in shame.
She was mentally prepared to bear all the consequences that followed, but she still felt a little uneasy.
A pair of slender hands gently rested on her shoulders, and a faint fragrant wind came.
"thank you."
The old woman was stunned for a moment, a little confused. Shouldn't you be the one to apologize? Why did it become someone else thanking me?
She realized belatedly and quickly came to her senses, only to find that the two figures had appeared far outside the inn.
Bathed in the sunshine, he and she held hands and did not turn around. Those two silhouettes were so dazzling, they looked like a couple of gods and immortals.
She felt increasingly ashamed and struggled to move to the counter.
The two silver ingots were still there quietly.
She suddenly felt that her heart was very flustered, but then she suddenly felt that her heart was very peaceful.
Slowly sitting on the high threshold of the shop, she looked at the distant street scene.
The cold streets, the wine flags swaying in the wind.
Year after year, it seems that it has never changed at all.
Only the face is getting older.
In Xinghua Town, fifty years ago, there lived a great beauty.
Her beauty even alarmed the court, and the official who wrote the beauty review came to visit in person.
This incident was aroused, and almost everyone in Xinghua Town knew about it, and everyone thought that she would be selected for the beauty review.
But in the end, the review of the album was released to the world, and her name was not included from beginning to end.
She lost.
The stingy officials did not give her a place.
That is to say, in the same year, her husband and son were killed by bandits on the way to escort the escort. They died without bones and there were no bones in the grave.
After burying your husband and son, life must go on. She spent all her family property, sold her dowry and jewelry, and finally managed to open a rouge shop. From then on, she stayed alone in a small corner of the country and never left.
No matter how hard life was, she never took out her man's bamboo flute to exchange for money. She knew she shouldn't have fallen in love with him back then, and she shouldn't have been attracted by the pleasant sound of the bamboo flute. Otherwise, with her beauty, what would be the difficulty in marrying a wealthy family in the capital?
But she doesn't regret it, because she loves him, so she knows she regrets it but she doesn't want to regret it.
Fifty years have left a deep mark on her face.
Behind the rouge shop, in the small vegetable field, the low jujube seedlings grew into towering trees, with their tall crowns covering half of the shop. Every spring, flowers bloom like snow.
She never sweeps away those fallen flowers, because she has long passed the delicate age of crying at the sight of flowers.
But every spring, she would break off two branches with full flower clusters and place them on the two boneless tombs.
She knew that she was too old. Maybe in a few days, maybe a few years, maybe more than ten years, she would die suddenly.
She was very happy to meet the man and woman today.
Perhaps, they are the last kindness given by the world.
Who knows?
The old woman yawned and suddenly felt that the sun was so long. It was only noon.
"Get some sleep," she thought to herself.
An elderly woman was leaning against the doorframe, drowsily asleep.
The corners of his mouth were pursed, and his smile was as bright as a flower.
The melodious bamboo flute gradually came from afar.
She had a very long dream, which seemed to last her whole life.
The dream did not wake up.
