Ever since Yun Luo walked out from behind the curtain holding Pipa in his arms, Wujiang was almost certain that she was the woman he passed by today. Although it cannot be said that the two women whose faces are covered with white gauze and who disappears in the Catkin Pavilion and appears in the Catkin Pavilion are the same person, their bodies, walking postures, and the outlines on the veil are very similar. If you wait for an opportunity to get close to her and smell it, . But Yun Luo is the oiran of this building and is difficult to approach, so Wujiang can only follow Zhao Shichen secretly.
"What do you want to do?" Xi Liu asked with interest.
She followed Zhao Shichen and Xiliu followed her, and they both came to the outside of Yun Luo's room. Wujiang said, "I just want to see what the talented man and the beautiful lady talk about."
Xi Liu touched his nose. He had never done this kind of thing of peeking into someone's corner, but now he felt it was interesting.
Probably to create a good atmosphere for Yun Luo to be alone, the two rooms next door were empty, so they opened the room on the left and hid in it. There were no candles in the room, and it was pitch dark. A ray of light came from a hidden part of the wall—someone had made a hidden gap in the wall.
They approached the gap, and the first thing they saw was four screens. On the off-white screens were painted a man and a woman. The man read at night, the woman added fragrance to her red sleeves, the man played the piano and the woman danced with him. The man raised a cup, the woman played chess, and the man fished in the water. The fish girl is waving yarn by the river, they all look like a couple born in love.
Zhao Shichen stood in front of the screen. He was dressed in green clothes and had his hair tied up. He had handsome eyebrows and a faint brilliance wrapped in poetry. He was a good man whose daughter's family would smile on the wall when he passed by. This good boy was looking at the vivid scenes on the screen, but his eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and he looked like he was lost. He slowly raised his hand, not knowing whether he wanted to touch the picture on the screen or the slender figure cast on it by the candlelight. When his fingertips were about to touch the screen, they suddenly started to tremble slightly.
He finally put down his hand.
The room was silent.
"Yun'er." Finally, Zhao Shichen broke the silence, his low and trembling voice filled with endless tenderness and pity.
The figure behind the screen seemed to tremble, but then didn't seem to move at all, as if it was just the candlelight trembling slightly, but the figure still had a lazy posture.
"Yun Luo is tired. Master, please come back today." The person behind the screen replied calmly, seeming to be really tired.
"You really don't want to see me?"
The figure behind the screen moved slightly, as if he was letting out a very low sneer, and a soft and soft voice came: "The number one scholar in Xixuan is the most talented scholar in the world. He is the good son-in-law of the current Taiwei Shen. Shen Ziyan is so good." My husband, Zhao Hanlin, whom the King of the West personally sealed, I have longed to see you, but I am really tired today, so I may have lost my manners, please forgive me, Mr. Zhao."
It was such a soft voice, but it was extremely hard and harsh in his ears.
"That's not the case! Yun'er!" He defended eagerly while raising his hand to tear off the screen and look into her eyes instead of this illusory figure!
"Mr. Zhao, please don't forget that Liuxu Pavilion is the number one brothel in Xixuan and supports two hundred thugs."
His hand suddenly stopped, and the voice was cold and bone-chilling, a tone he had never heard before. He retracted his hand, as if he had been defeated by the two hundred thugs in her mouth, his face was full of despair, and even the unyielding backs of the powerful pair collapsed.
The door opened and then closed gently, the candlelight flickered in the room, and silence returned.
After a long time, the beautiful figure walked out from behind the screen. It didn't seem to be as light and graceful as it was on the balcony just now, but it also seemed to be stagnant. She stood where he stood just now, looked at the closed door, and took off the gauze.
She indeed has a peerless appearance.
But what's even more concerning are the eyes. How to describe such a pair of eyes, which seem to hide the innocence of a girl, and are full of the wind, frost, rain and snow of human life, as sentimental and gentle as feathers, as ruthless and sharp as a sword, as seductive and dangerous as a poppy.
These eyes were staring at the door that had been closed for a long time, and the light gradually faded.
"Oh, what are you looking forward to? What is there to look forward to? Isn't this the ending you want..." She laughed at herself in a low voice.
She turned around in disappointment, but the moment she turned around, the door was slammed open again.
There he stood again.
The thugs of Liuxu Pavilion did not expect that Zhuangyuan Lang would be so careless about his demeanor, and turned back in violation of Liuxu Pavilion's rules. They were unable to stop him for a while. They caught him the moment he opened the door and were about to use force to "invite" him out again, but they saw Miss Yunluo waving her hands to them and saying, "It's nothing, you all can go down."
She had already put on a faint smile the moment she turned around, perfect and impeccable: "Did Young Master Zhao leave something behind when he turned back this time?"
Three years later, he suddenly saw that familiar face again. Suddenly he was out of breath, as if someone had grabbed his throat and pushed him underwater. The eyebrows that he had carefully painted, the face that had been painted with rose rouge, and the long, cloud-like hair that he had washed were all before his eyes, as if they were yesterday.
"Yun'er, don't be like this." His handsome eyebrows were tightened with pain, and his voice was almost choked.
"Yun'er?" She chewed the word with a little playfulness and smiled. "Does it mean that the number one scholar and the woman he met for the first time both like to be called so intimate?"
"It was my fault. I betrayed you in the beginning. I thought I was doing it for your own good. I thought you would forget about me if I was more decisive. I thought I could keep you safe for the rest of your life. I thought..." The voice He lowered his voice and almost muttered to himself, "I thought... I thought... I didn't know you were so decisive. Maybe... maybe I never really understood you."
A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. It was bright and moving, but it seemed to reveal cold sarcasm and despair: "Yeah, how can one person really understand another person."
"No." He struggled, "No, I have always been the Zhao Shichen you know. Shichen has never changed from the beginning to the end."
"What do I know about Zhao Shichen?" She hummed and smiled, her eyes as charming as silk, "Yunluo is just a geisha in the brothel district. I met the number one scholar for the first time today. Although I have heard about your unparalleled literary talent and the time when you married the crown prince's daughter, The heroic figure on the horse, Yun Luohe De, how can he know Mr. Zhao, how can he talk about understanding?"
His formerly high head was now hanging low, as if he could not bear the heavy weight inside: "I don't want to do this, but I have no choice, I have to do this."
"Have you had to?" She seemed to have heard a joke, "I have to. Someone put a knife on Zhao Zhuangyuan's neck and forced you to be promoted to a higher rank and marry a beautiful woman. It turns out that there is such beauty in this world. thing."
His whole body stiffened suddenly, and he suddenly raised his head to look at her: "Yun'er, I don't know how you came to Liuxu Pavilion, how you became the oiran, and ended up in this situation, but you must leave now, leave Xixuan, otherwise Your life will be in danger." He said urgently, even though it was late winter, there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
She turned around leisurely and flicked the candle. The bright candle swayed with all kinds of amorous feelings in her eyes: "Are you in this situation? Does Mr. Zhao think it's bad for me to be like this now? I just need to play a piece of music and sing a song. Singing a song and licking his little finger, the handsome and talented young man in the capital went to spend a lot of money, even at the expense of all his fortune, just to make me smile or see me. It must be the dream of many women to be so madly chased by men all over the world. Tell me, why did Yun Luo leave? As for the danger to his life, who wanted to take Yun Luo's life? Yun Luo asked himself that he had not offended anyone. Although he had politely declined the kindness of several young masters, he did not expect them to do anything for it. If someone wants to kill me, if someone really wants to take my life, they are the sons and daughters of the world, and their lives are like floating catkins and duckweeds, waiting for them here."
Every word she spoke was so subtle that he was speechless.
He knows, he has known for a long time, that she is smart and agile, and he has never been able to tell her off. In the past... in the past, she just let him go.
He couldn't do anything and took her wrist regardless: "I'm not kidding you, come with me!"
She did not break away, but looked at his hand faintly: "Come with you? Who is Mr. Zhao to me, just let me go? Yun Luo had already made up his mind in his heart, whoever marries me will be able to Take me away from this catkin pavilion, my husband, and I will go to the end of the world with him." She looked at him, smiled brightly, and then seemed to wake up, "Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Zhao's Good lady Shen Ziyan, Miss Shen, should be waiting for you in the boudoir right now. Mr. Zhao got married only one month after high school. It is said that Mr. Zhao and Miss Shen are in love with each other. They have a harmonious relationship and a deep love between husband and wife. Mr. Zhao does not come home at night. Miss Shen may not be able to sleep."
The despair in his eyes was like water waves rising up layer by layer, almost drowning him: "Yun'er, just think of it as me begging you. Just go. It's really dangerous here. I don't want anything to happen to you, otherwise I will I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
"Guilty?" A smile formed on her lips, and she put her fingertips against his heart. "Does Mr. Zhao also feel guilty? Guilt requires attentiveness. May I ask, do you have attentiveness?"
The last sentence was like a sharp sword that pierced into his heart, making him almost breathless in pain. He backed away as if he had lost his soul and murmured to himself: "I shouldn't have come, I came here just to harm you, but I have no other way to find you and let you leave. I shouldn't have come, You shouldn't come here, you shouldn't come to Xixuan, you shouldn't take the first prize..."
He left, leaving her alone again, and the smile on her lips finally disappeared. She stared blankly at the wrist he held, and tears fell down.
She obviously wants him to come to her, she obviously wants to humiliate him desperately, and she obviously wants to see him in pain! Obviously... obviously all these goals have been achieved, but why is she not happy at all? There is no sense of revenge, but her whole heart is empty.
"Zhao Shichen, why! Why do you want me to stay when you want me to stay, and leave when you want me to leave? I've been waiting for you for so long, and what am I waiting for? Your farewell letter! I'm not willing to give in, so I go to find you, you Dressed in red, you sit on a tall horse with high spirits, marrying a girl from another family, walking from the west to the east of the city. The whole Xixuan is congratulating you, saying that you are a talented man and a beautiful woman, and a match made in heaven. Then I What the hell, what am I? I accompany you to read poems and play chess. I spent ten years with you. When you went to take the exam, I was more nervous than anyone else. I hung the only amulet my mother left for me around your neck. I was at home waiting for the news about your high school. I was happier than anyone else. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep. I took out the soles of your shoes and sewed them together. I read and reread the poem manuscript, waiting for the news about your return. How stupid I was at that time. I never knew that this was an empty dream. I held on tightly and stood in the crowd of onlookers, shouting your name, Zhao Shichen, Zhao Shichen. I shouted until my throat was broken, but what's the use? You are in high school. On the high horseback, the cold gaze passed across my face without stopping. Yes, you are going to marry your beautiful bride. Who am I? I am just a stupid country girl. I was The crowded crowd pushed to the ground, broke their legs, and could no longer stand up...
You obviously heard it, but you just didn't look back at me.
Zhao Shichen.
I hate you.
I hate you! "
