Chapter 27 The Seniors Who Walked the Strategy
Xu Shinihua and his group were well dressed and quickly attracted the attention of the capable monks in the village in front. They were introduced directly and respectfully by the housekeeper. into the house of a great virtuous man.
The butler’s back is slightly bent, he has slender eyebrows and eyes, and his face is fair and beardless. He looks like he is only in his early twenties. His face is pleasant, like a white dough pancake drawn out by a circle. Flattery. "Every guest has come from afar. My master invites you."
Ni Hua glanced lightly at the housekeeper's face and then turned her eyes directly back. She is good at painting spirits and is naturally good at analyzing portraits. She felt a little familiar, and even felt that she must have seen this person before!
This sense of dissonance became more obvious as the butler led everyone deeper into the courtyard. For example, when the butler stepped into the rockery path, he turned sideways and sprained his foot.
Nihua casually began to count how many talismans there were in his storage ring. At this moment, the elder's voice came from Nihua's mind, "This place is weird, be careful what you say, and act according to the situation."
Nihua turned her head to look at the Taoist friends who had normal expressions, and each nodded. She turned her head and continued to stare coldly at the gentle smile on the butler's face, and she also smiled.
Turn around and look at the elegant landscape of the courtyard. The courtyard is decorated with exotic flowers and plants, rocks, green willows hanging all around, and three hanging flower gates. The whole courtyard is magnificent.
I walked forward, turned a corner in the corridor, and suddenly I felt that the objects in front of my eyes were changing. The people in front of me and the people around me disappeared.
Nihua's body felt uncomfortable. For a moment, Nihua's soul vibrated slightly, as if something attracted her to walk over.
Moving to the pool, I saw three or two fish swimming briskly on the pool, light ripples appeared on the water, and an unfamiliar face was reflected in the pool.
Ni Hua looked down at the rippled water, caressed the unfamiliar face on her face, and sighed, she accepted it calmly.
Suddenly she heard the sound of birds chirping in the air. Nihua's limbs did not obey the command. Through the ripples in the water, she saw the twisted figure swaying. She clearly felt the mysterious force. The power drove his body to turn around the flower wall.
Draged into the room in the looming light, she calmly looked at herself wearing a dark robe. It didn't look like a monk's clothes, but a bit like the witch clan's sacrificial robes. It was obvious that she was what the maid said. Miss.
The "Miss" looks very good, but to others it looks a little strange. For example, the Miss's eyes show a lot of drama when she meets someone.
The NPCs gathered together and began to discuss the plot with the young lady. They were talking about this young lady's childhood sweetheart, who was unique in loving her and cherishing her. She was a frequent visitor to Fengyue, but she had always been among hundreds of flowers without touching her body, and this time , he stumbled somehow.
Based on the plot, Ni Hua vaguely guessed that the character she played was Hong Ying.
Being in someone else's body was actually uncomfortable, and Nihua's soul felt stinging from time to time. She didn't expect that she would take on such an important role.
A romantic affair that caused a sensation in the imperial capital. The dignified prince did not love power and loved red makeup, but he wanted to marry a girl who sold flowers among the people as his official wife, and they would be together for the rest of their lives.
The two of them eloped together and left the imperial capital to live a poor life. After all, they couldn't live a poor life anymore and returned to the imperial capital. The woman was with him. The woman left sadly because of the separation of her family, and finally the woman died in depression.
The clichéd story was told by a storyteller after a long time and still earned two tears from two guests. It tells the story of lovers who never get married and whose love lasts forever.
After hearing that the hero of the story was back, Nihua uncontrollably manipulated her body to find him.
He fell in love with that woman, and she loved him.
She came to a dense mansion, but with her cultivation nearby, she used some tricks to hide herself inside.
What surprised her was that she suddenly remembered heart-piercing wailing outside the door, followed by a woman's shrill cry like a cuckoo crying blood, and soon, the woman was killed. His mouth was gagged, and all he could hear was the sound of the cane being slapped outside the court, one after another.
Entering the courtyard, the light and shadow of the trees in the courtyard trembled, dividing the two worlds.
The young man under the tree was wearing a snow-colored brocade robe with blue stripes, and his satin-like black hair fell behind him. He turned a blind eye to these screams, and the hands with clear joints and the gentle fingertips Holding a bright chess piece on the ground.
That young man who looked as stunning as the one in the portrait, at that moment, Nihua suddenly became sure that the absurd prince in the imperial city back then was Feng Zushilai, the master of the secret realm.
In my ears, I heard the maid’s unbearable exclamation.
Broken light and shadow cast under the tree, and on the high platform, a blurry figure who could not be seen clearly asked flatly, "Aren't you going to save people?"
As the protagonist of this play, Feng Zhisao had a calm look, just like a spectator. After watching the play, he said lightly, "It's not interesting anyway. I heard that your mother is sick. If you kill her, It can make you calm down, which is also a meritorious deed, no It's a waste of time, isn't it?" The affectionate man in the story looked calmly at the woman he loved so much before being beaten to pieces. When he left, he glanced lightly, as if watching A piece of rotten meat, he brushed it on his sleeve nonchalantly.
The woman was beaten to death.
She stood there without moving, watching helplessly as the woman who was being punished below screamed and suddenly fell silent, her blood dripping on the ground. The death process was extremely long and painful.
Her eyebrows moved, and she slightly adjusted the posture she had been standing for a long time. She looked at the direction the young man left as if masochistically, and then watched the woman who had just died being dragged into the darkness by the servants in disgust. place, dragging it further and to a dirtier place.
The moment she lowered her eyes, there was a thick mist in her eyes. In the play, the love was deep and lasting, but the protagonist was falsely affectionate and truly ungrateful.
Ignorance, mistakes, and sins linger in the mind, but the man the woman loves deeply is not a noble prince in people's eyes, but a devil who regards human life as nothing.
The so-called affection in his eyes is just something that can be discarded at any time on a whim.
Nihua seemed to feel the silence of the owner of the body, and couldn't help but ask, "Yes, how can such a heartless and unjust person be worthy of your deep love, and even give everything at all costs."< br>
Ni Hua was puzzled. Three hundred years ago, Hongying was a witch girl from a wealthy family. She had a very high status and was extremely talented. No one could get what she wanted. Besides, Hongying had already understood the ruthless nature of the wanderer early on, so why did "she" turn a blind eye and fly into the flames.
The owner of the body did not answer after all. It is possible that the plot that the body she manipulated experienced was just a part of Hongying's memory in the world.
Later, "she" often went to see Feng Zhisui uncontrollably.
The mottled shadows on the trees fell, and the romantic prodigal, with a sad look on his eyebrows, was playing chess alone under the tree, holding the black and white flag with his slender fingers.
She listened to the extraneous chirping of cicadas in the quiet summer, and watched the romantic prodigal see her jumping down from the tree. His fleeting emotions were quickly hidden in the depths of his pupils. at.
The story of affection in the world of mortals has changed from house to house, but the romantic prodigal still has the reputation of being affectionate. He passes by among the flowers and deceives one heart after another, spending time with the emperor every day. The dandies in the capital hang out together in Fengyuechang.
Sometimes, Hongying would meet Feng Zhiluo and the woman next to him, spending time together under the moonlight, and saw him saying to another beautiful woman under the moonlight with a drunken and affectionate expression, "None of them are you. "
Like an outsider, she watched the woman under the moon reveal half of her face that was slightly red because of her beauty.
When Feng Zhidao went back, he passed through a long alley and seemed to notice that someone was looking at him, so he turned his head and looked over. "Come out."
She jumped out, and Feng Zhisao saw that she was another descendant of this famous wizard in the imperial city. He had a premonition but was inevitably surprised. After all, he had never seen her before.
Feng Zhushi seemed to think of the dew-stained flowers that appeared on the window sill almost every day before he eloped with the flower girl. He took a deep look at Hongying and casually twitched the corner of his mouth.
Immediately, Feng Zhisao frowned again and said humiliatingly, "It's always you, you are so shameless."
She made a look that seemed sad, and then looked affectionate and hurt. Looking at him, the soft, dull hair on her head reminded Feng Zhishao of the sparrows he had raised when he was a child. He felt soft-hearted for a moment, so he didn't chase her away immediately that day, but walked slowly along a long road. Alley, let her follow him.
For several days, because it was the first sight, Ni Hua finally noticed something unusual.
For example, the owner of the body clearly saw all kinds of evil deeds of Feng Zhilan, such as being ruthless and unruly, but Hongying seemed not to be able to feel it and continued to chase like a fool as usual without repentance. The wind is lazy.
However, in this wishful pursuit, Nihua can't feel the beating heart in the chest of the owner of the body, can't feel her heartbeat when she sees Feng Zhilai, can't appreciate Feng Zhilai's harmony The sadness of being with others. She seemed to be simply observing him carefully and studying him.
The wind started to blow. She stood in the empty street and looked at the shadow cast by the moonlight. The red lanterns in the alleyway gave off a strange light. Nihua fell into deep silence again. She seemed to have touched a clue, and it seemed like something None.
Ni Hua murmured to himself and asked, "Why did you choose me to participate in your story?"
The feeling of dissonance arose in my heart, little by little. came out. That kind of careful preparation every time was abandoned like this, that kind of hurt over and over again but uncontrollably looking for him, like a demon-like behavior, it is extremely scary to think about it.
(End of this chapter)