In Linxi Thatched Cottage, Wang Sizhi changed into a long blue dress today, with waist-length green silk tied into a low ponytail, making her look more gentle and gentle than water.
She held the white cat in her arms, sat down gently in front of the bed, stared at the sleeping woman carefully for a moment, and then quietly sat back at the table.
A woman's intuition gave her an almost accurate feeling. The woman who was seriously injured and bedridden now would not be the gentle and soft-spoken woman.
On the other hand, the maid named "Qiuli" in his mouth always has a timid and weak attitude, and her temper is a bit too soft. Although she is Xiaojiabiyu, she lacks some grace after all.
It is naturally a good thing for a woman to be gentle, but if she always does so and obeys people's wishes no matter what happens, that is not called gentleness, but cowardice. To be a husband and raise children, a good wife and mother, and a gentle home for a man, the premise is that he should be well-behaved. If he loses his temper with things, stirs up troubles outside, or flirts with her today and touches some woman's gentle hands tomorrow, then what kind of gentle land is there? If he didn't give him a severe beating, wouldn't he become a doormat?
When he is good, he will be as tender as water and as docile as a kitten. Love him and stick to him, letting him feel the overwhelming love.
When he is not feeling well, he will bite his neck with wounds, and if he still doesn't feel relieved, he will simply eat him.
Wang Sizhi was so lost in thought that he didn't notice someone peering at him from the window.
Outside the thatched cottage, Gui Liu quietly retreated. When he saw Taozhi who was about to speak, he glared hard and lowered his voice: "No provocation, do you hear me?"
Taozhi was a little unconvinced, snorted, and turned his head to the other side in anger.
Guiliu felt a headache. The last time these two women met for the first time in Xinghua Town, they seemed to be at war with each other, hiding the smoke of war. Last time, I could boldly shout, "It's all mine, don't fight." But now, do you dare to say it again? My sister is no longer the soft and timid little lady she was before. Who in the world doesn’t know the empress of the Sui Dynasty who was as cold as poison five hundred years ago? There is a horrifying story about her. It is said that on the day when the emperor ascended the throne, in front of all the officials, she ripped out the heart of the head of a country and ate it, causing blood to spatter on the spot. Even though the emperor later imprisoned her in the harem for the rest of her life, the news about those bright red eyes had already spread throughout the world.
As for her murder of her husband, which led to the destruction of the Sui Dynasty, official history has long concluded that it is a definite fact.
So Geiliu is very melancholy at the moment.
Women are most terrifying when they are tit for tat. Those who are straight-forward are okay, but like Wang Sizhi and Taozhi, the sweethearts who hide their knives in their smiles, in the end it is themselves who survive in the cracks that suffer.
Thinking of this, he sighed dejectedly and squatted on the ground tiredly, trying to think of a perfect solution before entering the door, but his mind was blank and he couldn't think of any solution.
Fanke Mountain is indeed a blessed place. Although it is a winter scene, the sun is bright and the breeze even has a hint of spring.
The flowing white hair of Gui Liu is gently lifted by the wind. A melancholy person cannot worry about his white hair.
Taozhi looked like an angry and aggrieved little girl at this time, especially when she guessed that his lips had been tasted by that woman, she always felt very resentful in her heart. So for the first time, she took a step too far. Before her master could say anything, she made a move to walk into the house. That stubborn posture seemed bound to cause a fight to the death with the woman in the room.
Seeing this scene, Guiliu's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He couldn't shout to stop her, so he could only watch her walk towards the house.
But for some reason, Taozhi had already picked up her skirt with both hands and was about to step over the threshold. But she suddenly turned her head to look, biting her red lips tightly, her charming eyes showing both grievance and sorrow, as if she were looking at a heartless man. She hesitated and hesitated, and finally quietly took a step back, squatting on the ground in aggrieved manner, and then burst into tears.
Afraid that he would be angry, afraid that he would like that woman more, afraid that he would favor her and then become a joke.
So the moment she lifted her skirt and was about to cross the threshold, she suddenly became extremely unconfident.
Before today, she had always been confident and never lost in competition with any woman. Because she knew that she was always his preference.
Although this charming woman exudes a fragrant and mature charm all over her body, her thoughts are just like those of an ignorant girl. How confident I was before, how sad I am now.
Qingxue, on the other hand, had no expression on her face and just stood quietly behind Geiliu. It seemed that as long as this man didn't give orders, she would always stand like this.
Guiliu stood up, upset, and forced a smile to Qingxue, "Tell me, what should I do?"
The cold beauty just replied calmly: "I don't know."
Guiliu laughed it off, looked at Taozhi, and then looked at her, "You are too cold and Taozhi is too clingy. Sometimes I really want to mix you two into one person."
Qingxue raised her head slightly, "Your Highness, are you blaming me?"
"No no."
Guiliu's head shook like a rattle.
He turned around with a stiff smile. This little girl looked exactly like Gui Qing sometimes! With this attitude, how can she be a maid? If an outsider looked at it, they might think that she was the master and he was a respectful slave!
In the thatched cottage, Wang Sizhi drank a cup of tea, smiled and said nothing, gently wiped away the grease on the edge of the cup with her jade hand, and said softly: "Come in, what are you doing standing outside? I don't know how to eat people."
The sweet and soft words, the sound of nature, made Guiliu's heart tremble.
It turned out that Wang Sizhi had noticed the three people standing outside the door a long time ago, but he just wanted to watch the excitement and see what his men's usual style was like. A man who fell into the crowd of women, and he is a noble prince, surrounded by a group of beautiful maids. With such a great blessing, how can he control his hands and feet and not do things like teasing and taking advantage of others?
She, Wang Sizhi, didn't believe it at first and was already ready to question him. But just now, she saw everything outside the door and felt a little satisfied.
Especially when she saw him looking upset and crumbling in front of that cold maid.
It seems that His Highness the Crown Prince, who is held in high esteem by all the stars, is not easy to be a candidate for.
Outside the thatched cottage, Gui Liu bravely stepped into the house, forced out a rather stiff smile, and almost lost his ability to speak, "Well..., I'm back..."
Qingxue also stepped across the threshold and stood behind him, expressionless.
Then Taozhi walked in with her skirt up, her face still stained with tears, her eyes red from crying, and she looked quite pitiful.
But when she saw the familiar woman holding a cat, she immediately narrowed her eyes with a smile and took a step forward. That charming and voluptuous appearance is like a natural beauty. An ordinary woman would have been ashamed of herself and would not dare to confront her.
But what she saw in front of her was a stunningly beautiful woman, one of the top ten beauties in the rankings. She was truly the queen of the country.
Wang Sizhi narrowed his narrow eyes, smiled silently, and tilted his head to look at her.
When Gui Liu saw this, he immediately felt chilled. My daughter-in-law only makes that sweet gesture of tilting her head and smiling when she is angry.
The atmosphere in the thatched cottage suddenly became cold, like being in an ice cellar.
Qiuli on the side blinked her moist eyes.
Jin Zhi on the bed woke up at some point and tilted her head slightly, showing great interest.
Qingxue remained expressionless.
I thought that an unprecedented battle between the two women would break out next, but in the end, a white-haired man who lacked confidence but was very tough took a big step and separated the two women with his tall figure.
Guiliu's voice was cold, with a hint of disobedience, and he said in a deep voice: "It's enough to stop."
I have to say that if this young man with the appearance of an emperor is serious, he will really have a powerful and powerful oppression of all living beings.
After all, Wang Sizhi didn't have the cool temperament she had when she had red eyes. She had a gentle temperament, so she lowered her head and stroked the snowball, no longer tit for tat.
Taozhi stopped provoking and retreated behind Geiliu.
For a while, the thatched cottage was quiet.
Guiliu's palms were full of sweat, and he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling worried about the aftermath.
This has been suppressed. What if it cannot be suppressed? I'm afraid it's only a minor loss of skin.
The thatched cottage is already very small. It can accommodate six people, and some of them can't stand upright. Wang Sizhi was out of sight and out of mind, so she simply went to the stream with Xueqiu'er in her hands. Looking at her back as she stepped out of the threshold, Guiliu opened her mouth but could not speak.
Then I asked Taozhi and Qingxue about their experiences along the way. As expected, the Wu family had fled to the Dafeng Dynasty with their entire family. They learned that the little girl from the Bai family, the tea merchant, was also used as a pawn. They also learned that there were two warriors at the inn at the foot of the mountain. The top experts in the evaluation are all here to kill him.
This white-haired young man walked out of the thatched cottage in silence and looked into the distance at the dusk.
In fact, he was more concerned about the siege in Shuanghua City than these.
He saw Taozhi's bloody fingers and smelled the bloody smell on Qingxue's body.
The giant of the Yin-Yang family has countless calculations and plans behind the scenes. He has been planning every day for more than ten years. How could he accidentally leave a mistake? It is already a certain death situation for the caged bird.
But Qingxue and Taozhi did escape.
How much did it cost?
The white-haired young man squatted on the ground, rubbed his face fiercely, and was stunned.
Of course, he didn't know that one sword penetrated the chest, and there was a pool of blood on the chest and back. The other seven swords pierced the vital parts, which was a tragic scene.
Of course, he didn't know that the city was full of enemies, and it was so dark that they were all heavily armored.
He also wouldn't know that those slender jade hands with red sleeves were dripping with blood and stripped of flesh and blood after breaking through countless waves of crossbows.
He knows nothing.
Because it was extremely dangerous, Qingxue didn't say anything, and Taozhi just downplayed it and passed it by.
But he just felt sad and distressed for no reason.
Just like seeing Jin Zhi who was seriously injured and lying in bed.
He often asked himself, if he had not come back from the dead, would their lives be better? Being raised with care by my mother, I will marry a good family in the future, have a husband and raise children, and have a peaceful life.
Instead of being like now, with the blade licking blood and life hanging by a thread.
If he had not come back from the dead, both the Wu family and the Zhuang family would have been their ministers, and he would have been given the posthumous title of "Wenzheng" after death, and the history books would have written for him the everlasting story of "the monarch and his ministers are compatible".
If he had not come back from the dead, would the life of the little girl from the tea merchant Bai family have been wonderful? My parents dote on me, my aunt loves me, the bells ring and the food cooks, I am happy and worry-free.
Unlike now, my mother is seriously ill and my family is ruined.
If he had not resurrected from the dead, and had not absorbed the blessings of the country, how could the troubled times have come?
If one person survives, the whole world suffers.
Therefore, this white-haired young man has always felt guilty for the whole world.
"Would you rather me betray the world than let the world betray me?"
He laughed to himself and stood up slowly.
Looking at the hazy mountain scenery in the distance, he murmured in a low voice: "Guiqing, I won't let you carry my body home. Hu Meizi, you can't even think of guarding my tomb. And my parents, I am the one with white hair." Right? It makes no sense to have white hair and black hair."
Man Tingfang flew out from the hole, and the flying sword trembled.
The white-haired young man murmured to himself, "Slow, it's still too slow."
After the loud bang, the entire Fanke Mountain suddenly exploded with majestic water vapor, and thousands of bells rang in turn, with a sound like thunder.
Streams of majestic purple energy crossed the sky, flowing crazily, looking for that person's figure.
The small stream of the river is boiling, and the spiritual energy is surging. The whole world seemed to be in a sea of ethereal clouds. Apart from the lingering clouds and mist, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of heavy rain. Thousands of pilgrims looked up at the sky, as if they were in a fairyland, silent and silent.
The old abbot was so excited that he quickly rushed to the Tianchi on the top of the mountain and saw with his own eyes that the hundred-petal golden lotus began to wither piece by piece.
Master Dafeng, who was hailed as a Half-step Immortal by the world, looked up at the majestic purple sky and murmured to himself: "It's impossible, how could this happen?"
In the white mist, two sword lights shot straight into the sky, and a fairy sword with a killing power higher than the sky was unsheathed, and the golden light shot up.
The blunt knife suddenly exploded in the water, and the green energy was like a dragon. After breaking through the mighty purple energy that covered the sky and the sun, the sky was like a cracked silk.
Thousands of pilgrims were swaying and becoming even more silent.
"It's like a dream of yellow beams, saying goodbye to red phoenixes; the bright moon is shining together, solitary awnings are floating in the air. Officials are redundant, and their hearts are full of anger; they fall into dust cages, and books are piled up. The hebian is like a cloud, for rough use, and suddenly it performs extraordinary feats."
The white-haired young man's voice was like a bell and a cauldron, resounding throughout Fanke Mountain, "If you are unhappy in life, I will kill it with one blow."
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