Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 157: Qingshui Yulansheng (4)
"Ms. Huaxi is indeed extremely intelligent. Everyone says that my second brother is Zhuge reincarnated, but I don't know that Hua Mujin is the leader of our little five justices, the wise man among the wise, and my confidant of Song Minglei. From childhood to adulthood, Only you can guess what I'm thinking." Hao Tianhou nodded in praise, flicking his sleeves, he was unparalleled, "If there is no fourth sister, how can I live in such peace for more than a year?"

Lan Sheng was shocked.Could it be that this weird woman is the world-famous Mrs. Huaxi?No matter how remote the two towns of Huang are, the loyal love affair between Mr. Snow Walker and Mrs. Huaxi is still spread to the most isolated and oldest border town.Even though Lan Sheng was young at that time, his always sensitive and fragile youthful heart was already so moved that he even shed tears for a while.

He never expected that under such circumstances, he would have the opportunity to see the most tear-jerking protagonist in the legends of this era.But Mrs. Huaxi should be Han, why does she have a pair of purple eyes?
Lan Sheng was very puzzled, but Hou Haotian stepped forward, almost clinging to her body, "Hey, my second brother is waiting for you, drink it quickly."

Fang Zi handed it to her mouth, Hua Mujin suddenly stretched out his right hand to the emerald platform, and then swung it towards Haotianhou's throat as fast as lightning, with a flash of silver light, Haotianhou retreated quickly, his wide sleeve A large piece of the robe had been cut off.

Although the person was not injured at all, half of the medicinal juice was spilled.

Hao Tianhou turned sideways, twisted the hand that was not holding the medicine bowl to Hua Mujin's hand, there was a crisp clang, and a sharp red ruby-encrusted hibiscus silver hairpin fell out of her hand.

"Remember? Simei, this silver hairpin was given by my second brother on my 12th birthday. But my second brother never told my fourth sister that the hibiscus flower on it was actually carved by my second brother himself, and the ruby ​​was also sent by my second brother." People specially found it from Loulan and put it on by themselves. In the past seven years when the fourth sister was away, the second brother always took it by his side to talk about missing him. You can enjoy it..." The tone seemed to be complaining easily, but there was no smile on the handsome face, and there was even a trace of invisible pain in his eyes, "I don't know, why does Fourth Sister not like it so much?"

Hao Tianhou exerted a little force in his hands, Hua Mujin let out a muffled snort, cold sweat dripped down his nose, but he remained stubborn and silent.

The hatred in his eyes could not be dispelled, but an intoxicating smile appeared on his lips, he waved his hand lightly, and threw the flower hibiscus and the jade platform together to the ground.In an instant, the ground was covered with water, and Azhu Azi was thrashing about in the broken pieces of jasper, making a clacking sound, opening his fish's mouth and struggling for death, just like Huaxi sitting in the water in a panic. lady.

Her little face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were dark and hopeless.

Outside the window, the wild night is rolling with a restless wind, and a faint sound of guqin floats from afar, like a soulless person floating in the boundless snowy lotus, ethereal and distant, sad and meaningful.Everyone was taken aback.

Lan Sheng realized that it was the sad Guqin sound he heard when he met the wood fairy just now, and then looked at the flower hibiscus, she was already fascinated by it, and Hao Tianhou's smile froze.

"Second brother... Please, please," Hua Mujin leaned on the couch with her left hand propped up, and stood up with difficulty.Lan Sheng noticed that her right hand was unnaturally hanging by her side and convulsed slightly. The purple pupils that were supposed to be tender and sweet were filled with tears, desolate and desperate. Said: "Please... let me finish listening to this song."

Her thin body kept trembling, her eyes seemed to penetrate the window lattice, and flew to the other side where the sound of the piano came from.She tried her best to climb to the window, listened intently to the sad piano sound outside the window, and shed tears silently facing the dark night sky.

"Fourth sister, could it be that the sound of the zither has captured your heart?" Hao Tianhou sighed lightly, like mockery or sarcasm.

He approached her slowly again, but the pair of Sirius-like two-point cold stars made people unable to see any emotion, "Do you know what the second brother wants to do the most these few years?" He handed the medicine bowl to her. On her lips, "Second brother really wants to cut open your heart to see who it dances for?"

At the end of the voice, he almost gritted his teeth.His handsome face contorted, and he drank all the concoction in the jade bowl in one gulp, then grabbed the wood fairy's hair violently with one hand, forced her to open her mouth, grabbed her waist with one hand, and fed her mouth to mouth .

Hao Tianhou was born as a general, and he was famous for being strong, fit and witty on the battlefield.There was a mythical rumor among the folks that he fought alone against General Pinlu in Xiting and returned in three days. How could this mere woman be his opponent?Sure enough, the thin body of Hua Hibiscus was struggling ridiculously, but it couldn't beat the brave man, and the brown medicinal juice slowly flowed down from the mouths of the two.Her sad choking sound gradually came, and finally she hangs down her wrestling left hand feebly.

No matter how stupid Lan Sheng is, he can see that these two are definitely not as simple as brother and sister.That Hou Tianhou is not as simple as giving medicine now, not only did he not intend to let go of her, but he kept kissing her gently, and in the sound of heavy breathing, he seemed to hold her tighter and tighter, almost embracing her. into his strong arms.

The wooden fairy's robe slipped off, and the two of them rolled on the ground. Hao Tianhou leaned over her snow-white body, blocking Lan Sheng's sight.The wood fairy turned her head slightly, and Lan Sheng clearly saw two lines of thin tears flowing from her eyes, slipped through her nose, and trickled down to the floor.Her eyes were empty without a trace of warmth, full of the despair and pain of being conquered by the weak, just like those women dragged out of General Pinlu's tent to die.The beautiful and sad "Long Xiangshou" echoed in Lan Sheng's ears, and his chest was already burning with anger.

"What kind of hero is bullying a weak woman?" When Lan Sheng wanted to shut up, the words rushed out of his mouth. What surprised him even more was that what he wanted to say next was begging for mercy, but the words came out with a completely unfamiliar sneer , "What's more, she is your sworn sister with a different surname. You have no regard for propriety, justice, shame, incest, and you are not as good as a beast. You are not worthy of the words "descendant of the Ming family."

Hey? !What the hell is a descendant of the Ming family!
Lan Sheng complained again and again, he didn't even understand why he said the four words "descendants of the Ming family, it's over, it's over!"
Sure enough, Hou Haotian slowly climbed up from Hua Mujin's body.Lightning illuminated the snow-white delicate body, and there seemed to be a purple light shining between the two dark red spots.Lan Sheng's blood surged up, but he couldn't control his instinct and couldn't move his eyes away.Hao Tianhou tore off his outer robe and covered Hua Mujin, and when he turned around, he stood in front of Lan Sheng and smiled grimly. His long hair was scattered on his forehead because of the beastly behavior just now, and his crazy eyes were like Shura from hell. , "What did you say?" Hao Tianhou moved his hands slightly.

Although Lan Sheng was free, his shoulders were bleeding profusely, and he fell down slantingly in excruciating pain, lying on the cold bamboo floor.

Haotianhou's hands were like lightning, and Lan Sheng felt his throat tightened immediately, "Are you from Dongying or from Dali, and you can trick the guards into finding her?"

"Benefactor!" Lan Sheng tried hard to break Haotianhou's hand, but it was as hard as iron, so he had to say with difficulty: "Bitter...the sea is boundless, turning back is...the shore."

The air in Lan Sheng's chest was getting less and less, and in his blurred vision, it seemed that the figure of a woman in crimson clothes floated into the bamboo house, and a soft sigh came from his ear, "Yang'er."

Lan Sheng's throat finally loosened, air poured in, and he fell into darkness.

In the drowsy state, Lan Sheng had many weird dreams. In the dream, there were thousands of troops, fighting and killing, blood flowing like a river, as if a woman kept crying at him, and then the thunder In the midst of the rumble, he woke up drenched in cold sweat, turned sideways in the chaos, and the severe pain in his shoulders came, which reminded him of all the terrible things before he fell asleep.Then he realized that he was lying on the couch with blood-stained gauze wrapped around his shoulders, and he was in another bamboo room, and there was a beautiful figure lying on his side in the red silk tent, which was the wood fairy.

Standing beside the bed was a figure, that seemingly mediocre Haotianhou's bodyguard, who seemed to be called Zhang Demao, but Haotianhou was nowhere to be seen.

Lan Sheng shrank, Zhang Demao turned around and gave him a few cold glances, "Little master has been poisoned by my poisonous poison, and every fifteenth day, my lord's blood will be used as a medicine, otherwise I will die of pain. "

Lan Sheng stared at Zhang Demao blankly.

Zhang Demao said coldly: "Today is the fifteenth day. If you don't believe it, you can touch your third rib on the left."

Lan Sheng opened his robe, only to see black bruises on the left side of the breast, and a sharp pain came from the third rib in a hurry, and the pain made blood boil in his throat. Qiu, why did you hurt me?"

But Zhang Demao sneered and said: "It's only your fault that you came to Beiyuan for troublesome things. You have a fortune teller, and it just so happens that a person is needed here to supersede the heroic spirit of the princess. My lord, please forgive me. Just chant the scriptures." After speaking, he walked over, opened Lan Sheng's mouth, forced a large pill, and walked out of the bamboo house without looking at Lan Sheng.

Lan Sheng wanted to dig out the pill, but the pain in his ribs gradually disappeared, and he fell asleep again with a strong drowsiness.

When I woke up again, there was the sound of soft crying next to my ears.Lan Sheng tried his best to open his eyes, but the four-square night pearl was covered with a black velvet cloth, and there was no candlelight, so the room was pitch black.Even so, Lan Sheng was a little surprised that he could see the furnishings in the house clearly: the house had been cleaned up, the red silk curtains were still hanging thousands of times, and the jewels were shining brightly.

The cold and damp wind was howling outside the window mixed with the sound of raindrops. Lan Sheng wanted to sit up to relieve himself, but he couldn't move, so he had to endure the pain.After calming down, Fang felt that the small crying came from the opposite bed. Under the veil, Mrs. Huaxi was only a vague figure. She seemed to be talking in her dreams, and then wept softly again For a while, fell asleep.

Lan Sheng thought of everything just now, and his heart moved when he felt uncomfortable. Did Hao Tianhou succeed just now?Why did they keep him alive? Was it really just because they wanted a little monk who could meditate and chant sutras?If a young monk is really needed to cover people's eyes and ears, why should he be kept in Mrs. Huaxi's boudoir?

After a while, the sound of the wind and rain became softer and softer, and finally only the soft sound of water droplets rolling over the leaves and falling on the buds remained, diluting the hostility of the stormy night, as if the elegant bamboo boards on the stage were playing in the ear.

Lan Sheng felt as if he could move his hands, and was overjoyed. He was about to get up when there was a sudden noise outside the door.

The door creaked open, the cold wind blew again, and then creaked shut again.Lan Sheng shuddered, held his breath and dozed off, his eyelids parted a little.With very light footsteps stepping in step by step, a tall figure wrapped in a shiny black raccoon cape came to Mrs. Huaxi's bed.

Lan Sheng thought to himself: Could it be that Hou Haotian left and returned?
The man straightened up and raised his face proudly.Lan Sheng saw a beautiful profile, with the golden crown of Erlong Xizhu neatly pressing the hair on the head, like a symbol of a high-quality prince.

The man took off the black raccoon cloak, slowly sat on the edge of the bed, and gently opened the red curtain, as if he was looking at Mrs. Huaxi carefully.

Lan Sheng thought to himself, could it be that this person is Mr. Snow Treading?Taking a closer look, although this young man is handsome in appearance, he is full of an indescribable powdery air, which is far from the temperament of Mr. Treading Snow that day.

With a trace of disdain on the young man's face, he turned Mrs. Huaxi's pretty face with his left hand while squinting his watery eyes, looked at it carefully for a while, and then quickly shook his hand away with disgust.

He sneered a few times in a low voice, and his eyes were even more contemptuous.

His right hand stretched out the dragon pattern sleeve robe.Suddenly, another thunder flashed in the air, illuminating a magnificent dagger studded with jewels held high in the young man's hand. The dagger was facing Mrs. Huaxi's throat.

"Anyway, you're going to suffer while you're alive," the young man muttered softly, "Let me help you get rid of it early, and the three cripples will thank me."

A violent thunderbolt flashed across the window, the young man with the golden crown was slightly startled, and the dagger in his hand stopped for a moment.At this moment, Mrs. Huaxi in the dream seemed to be frightened by the thunder. She turned over uncomfortably, and moved her right hand out. The diamond bracelet on her wrist hit the edge of the bed with a bang. into the astonished eyes of the young man.

He stood up all of a sudden, the dagger in his hand fell, and sank into the floor with a snap, the gorgeous dagger handle shook slightly.

"Shuqi?!" He slowly sat back on the edge of the bed, stroking the bracelet tremblingly, caressing each gem carefully.

"Shuqi, you died so badly." His eyes were gradually lost in the torrent of memories, and he couldn't help but burst into tears, holding the bracelet and choking up, "You died because of me to distract the pursuers."

Another flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and another person flashed in outside the door.The man's green shirt was soaked, and the water droplets from his hair slowly flowed down his handsome face. He seemed to have rushed back from a far away place, watching the young man sitting by the bed panting. for a while.There was fear in his eyes, and it seemed that he finally calmed down and walked out of the darkness slowly.

Lan Sheng complained secretly, because that man was Hao Tianhou.

He walked slowly towards the crying young man on the edge of the bed, and sighed softly.

"This is Shuqi's favorite diamond bracelet," the young man wiped away his tears and said in a trembling voice without looking back. "On the night we got married, my face was convulsed from laughing at the royal relatives and many guests. Yes, but I always wonder in my heart, what kind of woman is the eldest princess? Will I marry an ugly and bad-tempered naughty princess? "

Lan Sheng was stunned for a long while listening there, and finally realized that this person was the son-in-law who had served two consecutive terms, Zhongxian Wang Yuan Feiqing.The Shuqi he was talking about should be Xuanyuan Shuqi, the eldest princess of Zhenlie.

Yuan Feiqing smiled slightly, and continued: "In Xiuning Palace, she sat quietly in front of the bed with a red hijab on her head. I couldn't see her appearance, only a pair of beautiful lotus flowers. hands, wearing a pair of Persian tribute diamond bracelets, twisting the red pomegranate skirt mischievously."

"Father always told me not to have a manly temper, and absolutely not to disobey the princess. In fact, he was too worried. Shuqi is not only virtuous and virtuous, but also gentle and well-behaved, without the arrogance of the royal family at all. The emperor promised sister Shuhuan to Turkic marriage, Sister Shuhuan cried to death. Shuqi knew that she had always wanted to marry the three cripples in her heart, and she was depressed, but she couldn't change her fate, so she gave one of them to Sister Shuhuan. , the other one was given to the woman with three cripples—this lowly Hua Hibiscus,” he sneered, and squinted at Hua Hibiscus contemptuously, “she said to me sadly, she hoped that one day Sister Shuhuan could come back Zhongtu, if you marry the man you like like her, you can live in harmony with this flower hibiscus and live a happy life, tell me, what a kind woman she is."

"You know? At that time, I didn't think about any great family business at all. I just wanted to be with Shuqi forever and live happily." His pupils shrank for a while, and he stood there blankly, letting the tears of sadness flow, "They When they didn’t let me save Shuqi and dragged me out of Xihua Gate, I saw Shuqi jumping off the Fengling Terrace, and I just watched her being forced to death by Dou Yinghua. Dou Yinghua is a villain.”

Song Minglei sighed softly, walked over, and gently put his hand on his shoulder.

Yuan Feiqing didn't look back, "Shuqi is so innocent and cute, I can always guess what she is thinking, but," he smiled coldly with tears in his eyes, "but I will never guess what you are thinking, Lei !"

"You know how important Shuqi is to me, and you also guessed that I will find her sooner or later," he stood up slowly, facing Song Minglei, "so you let her wear this bracelet just for, for I'll be merciful to her." He coldly shook Hua Mujin's hand, stepped forward, lifted Song Minglei's front, and said bitterly: "Why, she looks so ugly, like a skinny monkey, not a beauty at all , let alone compared to Feiyan, why do you like her so much and protect her like this?"

"You misunderstood, Qing." Song Minglei sighed, gently released Yuan Feiqing's hand, and then clenched it tightly to his chest, "Qing, I will keep her to deal with the three cripples."

(End of this chapter)