After Yun Luo took the medicine, Thirteenth Niang helped her onto the soft couch behind the screen and warned her, "Have a good rest these days and don't go out again."
Yun Luo nodded, losing the coldness and arrogance on the high platform, like a child who needs care after being sick.
Seeing her like this, Thirteenth Niang's eyes turned slightly red after experiencing the ups and downs of the world, and she couldn't help but think of the night when she first met her three years ago.
It was a cold rainy night. She held an umbrella and went out to buy medicine. When she passed by the street corner, she heard something moving. She thought it was stray cats and dogs looking for food, but she heard a whimper. She went over and found a woman being bullied, with a rag stuffed in her mouth. So she killed the two beasts with a knife.
At that time, she looked like a weak and miserable woman with a broken leg and scars all over her body. The blood was washed by the rain and flowed from her vagina and flowed all over the ground. She originally thought that a woman in such a situation would cry or faint, but she did not do either. She did not cry loudly, seek death, or fall to the ground. She raised her weak hand and pulled away the rag from her mouth. , stood up slowly while holding on to the wall, raised his head, faced the rain, and said to her with his remaining strength: "Save me."
She would always remember that look in her eyes, cold and desperate, like the ashes after a fire burned. It was dead silent and empty, but it was clear that she had lost everything and had no one to love, but it still sent a distress signal to her.
She took her back to Liuxu Pavilion, and the first words she said after wrapping the wound were: "Teach me."
She looked at her beautiful face and said coldly: "What should I teach you?"
A weak smile appeared on her lips, like a moon-white peony: "Teach me how to seduce men."
The smile slowly spread, then suddenly solidified. She raised her eyes, like a sharp knife: "Teach me to kill."
She finally saw what was behind those eyes. It was not nothing. There was a wall there, hard and cold, standing high. It was this wall that prevented her from heading towards death, and the name of the wall was Unwillingness. Hatred.
Because of these eyes, she nodded.
When a woman enters a brothel and wants to change her name, she refuses to do so. She is extremely talented, knows everything about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, plus she is born with a good skin, she is an extremely rare and unique piece of jade.
But if she wants to overwhelm the whole of Xixuan with her beauty, she wants to be a blockbuster, she wants to excel in music, chess, calligraphy, painting and dancing, she has to hang herself from the beam day and night and stretch out her already formed muscles.
In order to learn how to kill, she made rapid progress in three years, which damaged her vitality and suffered a lot. She had to take Guixiang Pills every day to regain her energy. Otherwise, her body temperature would soar, her whole body would be in unbearable pain, and she would have trouble sleeping every night.
She knows the patience of these three years, and she also knows the suffering and pain of these three years.
She originally thought that this was all Yun Luo's own choice, but after three years of getting along and accompanying each other, there will always be indescribable bonds and emotions between people. Looking at her deteriorating body, she secretly worried that even Some regrets: "Maybe I was wrong. Although I saved you, I shouldn't have taught you martial arts or followed your lead. You were too impatient and injured your body, but this Guixiang Pill can't cure you."
"No." Yun Luo shook his head gently, his long black hair like crow feathers floating gently, "I should thank you, Thirteenth Mother. If it weren't for you, I would have died that night, and I would have died with pain, unwillingness and hatred. In a corner that no one knows, there would be no Xia Yunluo today. I am very satisfied. He knows my existence and has come back to find me. I have learned martial arts and can eradicate evil with my own strength. I think I have done everything I have done, and I seem to have gotten everything I want. It doesn’t really matter if I live a few decades less. What should I do if I live so long? I don’t want my face to be covered with wrinkles and turn into an ugly old woman. Beauty A bad life actually sounds quite beautiful, doesn't it? I think this is the fate that a famous prostitute should have, and it is also the legend that a famous prostitute should have. This is good." Her smile deepened, "Very good."
Thirteenth Niang was originally sitting on the edge of the bed, but now she stood up and walked to the screen. When she was young, she had a violent personality and was prone to anger. As she grew older, her temperament had become much calmer and more tempered. But now, after hearing Yun Luo's words and seeing the portrait painted on the screen, a burst of anger welled up in her heart: "A beauty has a bad life." ?Which woman would envy a beauty but a miserable life? What they envy is to hold the hand of a child for a long time. You are at the right age for a woman. You should be carefree and happy. Why are you always passed by? Trapped in emotions? If you can put aside your past obsessions, you can enjoy a great life. If one day Xijiang opens a women's imperial examination, you can also compete with each other, and maybe you will also become the top of Xixuan Hall I know that your talent is no worse than his." She looked down, held up the hand covered by her gauze skirt, and looked at it sadly, "How beautiful these hands are, they can write poems, they can You can play the piano and draw, but you should never...should not use it to kill people."
Yun Luo looked at his hands quietly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his soft face was dyed with a sharp color: "You are wrong, Thirteenth Mother, these hands should be used for killing people. They can write poems, play the piano, and paint. What's the use? It's just an arty game on the fingertips. It provides some entertainment for those who are above. What should those below, especially women, do? They are bullied by street bullies and played by dandies. But I was unable to struggle. Thirteenth Mother, you saved me back then. Since I survived, I should do something. These hands should no longer be so weak and weak. It doesn't matter if it is stained with blood. Maybe it is a kind of relief for me. "
"Those people deserve to die, but you shouldn't be so impulsive. You shouldn't have gone to the Li Mansion to kill Li Jingyu, the only son of Li Yannian of the Criminal Department, without saying hello to me last night. Li Yannian has been in charge of the Criminal Department for many years. He has a big tree with deep roots and hands and eyes that reach into the sky. He was also very protective. Li Jingyu was his only son. Now that he is dead, Li Yannian will never let it go. Although he is cruel, he is indeed a capable person and has solved countless cases. If you act rashly like this, if you are discovered, you will be jailed by the Ministry of Criminal Justice. The various punishments will make your life worse than death."
There was regret in Yun Luo's eyes: "Yun Luo was reckless. He shouldn't have been so impulsive. If the Thirteenth Mother was harmed and the entire Liuxu Pavilion sisters were harmed, Yun Luo could not escape the blame. It's just that Xiao Qiu is only eleven years old and hasn't grown up yet. I often wonder if it would have been better if I had taken action earlier and inserted the silver needle into his head earlier. Was it because of my delay that Xiaoqiu was harmed?"
The anger in Thirteenth Niang's heart slowly receded, and a look of pity gradually appeared in her eyes: "Evil in the world happens all the time. Even if you stop this, you can't stop that. People can't torture themselves with these things. Too many, and you won't be able to survive. You have to remember that it's not you who are wrong, but those who do evil." She soothed softly, "You have done a good job."
After hearing this, Wujiang finally knew the answer.
The murderer was indeed Yunluo, the courtesan. The method of killing was to penetrate the brain with a silver needle, pinpoint the acupuncture points and drive it into the brain until all the roots were submerged. The silver needle was extremely thin, and with the hair covering it, the death was silent and flawless, unless the couple committed suicide. Open the brain for autopsy, otherwise it will be difficult to detect. This is indeed a very secretive killing method, but it is difficult to insert the silver needle into the acupuncture point accurately when the person is moving. If it is missed, it will not kill him instantly. You need to be very close to the prey, and the prey must not run around, but how can there be such a well-behaved prey in the world? It is not an easy task for most people to catch the prey like this.
However, it is an easy task for the person in front of me.
Such a beautiful face can make people's hearts flutter with just one glance. It can capture the soul with just a raise of the eyebrows. Wenwen Township is a tomb of heroes. Not even heroes can hide from it, let alone bears.
A beautiful smile is a murderous knife.
Wujiang withdrew his gaze. The oiran who was so famous in the capital actually had such a painful past. He climbed up from the quagmire, risked his own life, and became a killer with a sword in his hands.
However, it seems that such a bloody woman will not have a good ending, with physical wear and tear, the investigation of the Criminal Department, and Zhao Shichen saying that someone wants to kill her for some unknown reason.
Pity.
But Wujiang didn't intend to continue to understand him. He was too busy taking care of himself to interfere with others. Maybe everyone has his own destiny, and most of the time others can only watch and cannot intervene.
She retracted her gaze and was about to leave the dark room, but there was a voice in her ears.
"Tell me, should we mind our own business?"
