Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

The tea waiter chuckled: "Look at what the mother said, if you can't neglect the girl, you neglect my princess. It is not good to say that in our country, if the princess is standing, the people underneath will not dare to sit. Sitting, the people under the princess don’t have the grace of the princess, so they all have to kneel. This is the case of Jiang Guo. My princess climbed Qushan on foot today, but your girl can sit on a sedan chair. Jiang Guo’s etiquette is like this Set?"

The old mother knelt on the ground with a plop and couldn't help beating her ears.

The car curtain was lifted, and Liu Qianhua stepped down the sedan chair to protect the old mother, her hands with the fragrance of medicine made a graceful and beautiful gesture, and the old mother tremblingly explained: "The girl said she was not sitting in the sedan chair, it was her just now. I don’t know what to do, she followed the wife and served her all the way."

Qushan towers high into the clouds. How can a pregnant woman be able to bear the burden of the thorny mountain road for a whole day. On the night of returning to the house, I heard that Liu Qianqi had bleeding from his lower body. In the early morning of the second day, news came that the fetus in Liu Xian's abdomen had not been kept and had flowed away. Cha Cha said anxiously: "If the general is angry, what can be done." Song Ning leaned in front of the window to read, and raised her hand to let her change the pot of tea. In the courtyard, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers are graceful, and the pillars are fragrant.

Liu Xingqi lost the child. In the final analysis, it was Song Ning’s reason. But the name of this child is not right. Even if the old general and the old lady want to pity her, she can’t do anything. She can only give material support. The bird’s nest ginseng snow lotus seeds are expensive. What to send to the lotus garden.

It’s just that Liu Qiqi washes his face with tears all day long and cannot spare time to eat. In order to avoid waste, the maid and mother have to do it for him. The direct consequence is that, except for Liu Qiqi, he can still maintain a beautiful figure. The collective good fortune, even the two sparrows who made nests at the gate of the courtyard were not spared. During this period, Song Ning said he was ill, staying deep in the simple, and seeing no one.

But there was one person who could not tolerate her missing. That was the magic star she hit. She took off his battle armor and put on a bright red wedding gown, and spent a lifetime of tenderness to marry him. But he doesn't want her.

In mid-September, the sound of triumph sounded through King Jiang, Shen An won the battle, and the class returned to court.

Song Ning sat by the water pavilion to feed the fish, thinking about raising her head and asking the waiter:

"He's back, you say, will he kill me?"

The cup in the tea-servant's hand fell to the ground with a snap.

Song Ning laughed loudly: "Although I am not as good as him, I can't easily tell him to take my life. The big deal will hurt both sides, so don't worry."

Shicha thumped and knelt on the ground: "The princess is not happy here, but the princess is very unhappy. Why don't we go back to Lebanon? Princess, let's go back to Lebanon."

Song Ning looked at the school of fish in the lotus pond that were looting for food: "This is a national marriage. Do you think you can go if you want to?"

All irreversible starts from that night. I say this because I saw the whole picture and saw that Song Ning's life began this night and slowly ended. It was her love and Shen An’s hands that pushed her to death. He came with the wind and rain, and he was still wearing a moon-white armor, just as they had seen it at first, but there was raging anger in his eyes, like a dead place. Shura returning.

After all, she was no match for him, but with two moves, his sword was against her throat, she hurriedly held the blade with her hand, the sword's power slowed down, and she passed the five fingers of her right hand, and the bones were visible, and the blood was running down the sword. Sliding all the way, it must be painful, but she didn't care, just looked at her hand: "You are, really want to kill me?"

He said coldly: "Song Ning, what you have in your hand is the life of my son. You forced Qianqian to climb Qushan with you, and you never thought you would kill him?"

She raised her head suddenly, but her eyebrows were loosened, and her voice was softly pressed: "It's not my fault. I have never given birth to a child. I know that those who have a body will be so unhelpful. You can even get a baby on a mountain. Dengluo. You have no relationship with that child, but you blame me, Shen An, is it too unreasonable for you to do this?"

She said these words, not what she thought in her heart, but just irritated by him. She looked at his iron-green face and thought it was funny, and she really laughed: "Shen An, you know, no one except me is qualified to give birth to the eldest son and grandson of Shen Mansion." She thought, her love is about nothing. She was dying. She used to look at Shen An and only hoped that his current affairs went well, but now she looks at him, only thinking that current affairs are not going well with him. But he didn't like it anymore, and she didn't seem to like it, like a double-edged sword, hurting others and hurting herself.

She joked him even more. She saw the monstrous waves of anger in his eyes, and she judged that his sword would immediately pierce her throat through the palm of her hand, but this judgment was a bit wrong. Shen An's sword didn't make another point, but pulled away from her palm, bringing out a splatter of blood. The tip of the sword approached her chest, and when it was picked up, the buckle of her dress was cut off.

Her husband stood in front of her and opened her coat with a blood-stained sword, the anger in his eyes turned into a sneer on his lips, and there was a sneer in his voice:

"Song Ning, I have never seen a woman who is as bitter as you."

Round room nine months late.

She tried to struggle. If the opponent is a weak scholar, she can not only break away but also beat him, but the opponent is a general, who is proficient in all 18 martial arts and is best at close combat, and she has no way.

The screen on the bed depicts the wild duck cold pond, the desolate moon and the icy water. She shivered with the cold, holding the back of the sinking bank tightly with her hands, and the blood dripping from her fingers dyed his wheat-colored skin dizzy. One piece of red, like red lycoris blooming in the wild. She finally could no longer maintain those pretended smiles, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her voice rang in his ears, like a whimpering little beast.

She grew up without parents and grew up on the battlefield. Her elder brother had no time to take care of her. When he fell, he got up by himself. When the fall hurts, he covered the wound with his small hand and rubbed it. Song Ning on the battlefield always smiled because she was sensible. Don't worry about your brother, he develops such a temperament over time, he can't even cry.

For the first time in her life, she cried so loudly, she felt panic, because she really felt the pain, and the pain was in her heart, and she couldn't rub it with her hands like she did when she was a child. She panted heavily, her nose was red, and she couldn't be as awe-inspiring as usual, and she couldn't be as strong as usual.

She was only seventeen years old. The voice almost collapsed: "Shen An, you hate me this way, you hate me this way. Shen An, let me go, please let me go."

But he said in her ear: "Can your pain be comparable to the pain of my losing a child? Song Ning, what do you want, what I will give you, but we will make two cleansing from now on. You know what two cleansing is. ."

The air is full of blood, I can't smell it, but I can see it.

Her nails were deeply sinking into his back, she could no longer cry, her dull voice lingered in the air, as desolate as autumn leaves: "Shen An, you treat me like this, you have no conscience!"

Song Ning's right hand was destroyed this night, and the hand that was holding the spear used the seven-seven-forty-nine purple emblem spear technique. The dance was as graceful and amazed everyone. Those knife wounds were engraved on her hands and on her heart, ruining all her desire for Shen An.

When she woke up, Shen An lay beside her, with handsome and indifferent brows and frowns. She thought this was the person she had loved, and she caught him in the crowd. His sword fell under the bed, and her right hand was unable to exert force. She turned sideways and used her left hand to pick up the eighty kilograms of black iron. She was shocked to him. The moment he opened her eyes, she held the hilt and nailed it deeply. He snorted on his ribs and saw a tear slip from the corner of her eye, leaving a long water mark.

In the past, she found him out of thousands of corpses. She carried him across the snow-capped mountains to look for the hospital. She stayed awake for three days and nights, all in the past. Since it was in the past, there is no need to mention it. She tilted her head to look at him, finally she had the childish appearance of a girl with tears on her face, but her mouth curled up: "Shen An, why are you coming back? Why don't you die on the battlefield?"

He held her left hand holding the sword, and suddenly hugged her hard. The blade was sharp and inevitably pierced deeper. He vomited a mouthful of blood and said coldly in her ear: "This is what you want? Do you want me to die?"

Song Ning told me that night, many years after the incident, still dizzy with pain in her faint eyebrows, as if she couldn't remember. She didn't know that I had actually seen everything, it must be a night like a nightmare. Although I actually don't really understand what a nightmare is, it's just that I often see this term in Jun Wei's novels, which is probably a shorthand for the nightmare of the devil.

The last scene of this scene is in the vast night, the autumn rain patters, and the withering laurel, imagines that it should be a courtyard of cold fragrance.

auzw.com Shen An is not dead. The sword stabbed hard, but unfortunately it didn't hit the key point. The doctor ordered to raise it, but he recovered in March.

And two months later, Song Ning diagnosed a happy pulse. Liu Qianqi packed up his baggage and left Shen's mansion in the middle of the night. On the second day, when the news spread, Shen An dragged the sick body to look around, and when he found it, he moved to another hospital, and moved Liu Qianqi out of the Shen Mansion. He also stayed in the other hospital for many years and did not consider Shen Mansion as his home.

June of the second year. Song Ning gave birth to a baby boy.

Shen An reached out and picked up the child, and said lightly: "You hate me."

He looked at the direction of the bednet: "I thought you didn't want to give birth to him."

After Song Ning was lying on the bed, she was already very weak, but he sighed and laughed softly: "Why didn't you give birth to him? This is the grandson of the Shen mansion. If you die in the future, he will inherit the family business of the Shen mansion. ."

A cold color suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he handed the child to the grandmother on the side, and walked away. The child was crying behind his back. He stopped at the door, and said, "Song Ning, there is no woman in the world, hoping for her husband to die on the battlefield."

Her voice is ethereal, and she has several layers of yarn: "Oh?"

Four years in a flash, I won't repeat it in the meantime, but Li and Jiang have fallen out again, fighting endlessly. Regarding the business I want to do, this matter is not important. The important thing is that Liu Xianyu gave birth to the second bloodline of the Shen family, a daughter. This incident has made the social atmosphere of the other courtyard pessimistic for a long time.

Because I’m on Song Ning’s side, I can’t help thinking that Liu Xingqi’s anxiety should be due to the fact that she didn’t share much property when she gave birth to a daughter, but it’s just a personal guess. Maybe it’s because of Shen An’s Xingxi son who failed to give birth to him. This son feels sorry.

The grandmother in the courtyard repeatedly inspired Liu Qianqi, saying that it was very good that she could give birth to a daughter smoothly under Song Ning’s eyelids. It took a long time for the inspiration to be successful, and she understood that this daughter was hard-won, so she picked up half of it. Sadness, at the same time, Shen An's love for her daughter also made up for her other half's sadness in a timely manner.

I couldn't help but think that Liu Xingxiang's ability to turn grief into hope so quickly was because she had redistributed her inheritance in private and allocated a considerable amount to her by means of bequest. If Junwei saw it at the scene, he would definitely criticize me for not having a pure heart, thinking that things are too dark and not brilliant enough. But I think, if this is the case, I can still be pure and brilliant, and I will become a Virgin. Song Ning's son looks very much like her, named Shen Luo. There are shallow pear vortices on Shen Luo's cheeks, and he will recite the deep sentences in poetry books when he is two or three years old. If you really encounter a problem, if you can't remember it, don't let people remind you, just sit there, squeeze your fat little hand into a small fist against your chin, and think carefully.

If you wear too thick clothes in winter, it would be difficult to do this action, but he is stubborn, he has a beginning and an end, and he does not easily change his shape. But he can use his small fist to reach his chin. Regarding this loss, he falls off the stool five or six times. I didn't cry when I fell, just got up and rubbed it by myself, which was exactly like Song Ning.

Shen Luo is smart, but it is not easy to recognize his father. Basically, every time he sees Shen An, he is called uncle instead of daddy. This shows that there are really few opportunities for him to meet Shen An, and it can be seen from the side that there are really few opportunities for his mother to meet Shen An. But as a wise child who knew how to pronounce "win the weak" at the age of two, I really don't know if he really didn't recognize Shen An or just pretending. But such a cuddly child died very early.

This is very early, it is about the midwinter of his four years old.

That day, Shen An brought her daughter to Shen Mansion to greet the old general and his wife. The little girl escaped from the servants and was playing in the garden alone, and met Shen Luo. The two of them quarreled for some reason, and they both fell into the lotus pond accidentally. Although there was no serious problem when they were rescued ashore, they were suffering from typhoid fever because of Shen Luo's own body, and they suffered from typhoid fever in cold water for several nights. She had a high fever, and it didn't dawn on the third day, closing a pair of big red eyes with fever, and it was gone in an instant.

It was about this incident that really overwhelmed Song Ning.

I saw the warm winter sun rising from the end of Yuecheng, and Shen Luo's small body was lying in Song Ning's arms, his cheeks kept ruddy, and he looked vaguely asleep. She hugged him and sat on the threshold of the flower hall. The bamboo curtains were put away high, and the sunlight was mottled and cast on them.

She lifted his little head up: "Son, the sun has come out. Haven't you been arguing about not seeing the sun for half a month, and your little quilt is moldy? There is finally the sun today. Get up and take your little quilt. Go out and get some sun."

But he could never wake up again. Tears ran down her cheeks, fell on his face, and slid through his closed eyes. It was as if he was still alive, seeing his mother so sad and crying.

Shen An's entourage appeared in the garden. Song Ning was walking out of the flower hall with a purple emblem gun. The moon-white dress was lined with a sharp and beautiful face. His always smiling face had no expression, like a red lotus poured out of blood, blooming in the ice and snow. Such a beautiful woman.

The purple emblem spear rushed to the sinking bank and whizzed away, blasting away the cold wind in the flower room, she even calculated where he was hiding, this shot down and all the grievances and grievances, but it was not counted until he was upright Standing there, watching the spear stabbing, didn't move.

This gun had no alternative but to stab it. He staggered two steps and stood firmly, holding her gun hand: "A Ning."

She looked up at him, as if she never knew him: "Why are my son dead, but you are still alive, but you and Liu Xianyu are still alive?"

In this life, I have never heard a harsher questioning than this.

Ziwei gun brushed Shen An's cuff, leaching a circle of red marks. Looking at the insignificant wound, she wanted to break free from the left hand held by him. She did not break away, and finally spewed out a mouthful of blood that was suffocating in her heart, instantly dyeing his snow-white robe red. He hugged her. And she slipped and fell in his arms.

Song Ning was seriously ill since then.

Since then, everything has been as rumored.

The story ends here. Today's Song Ning sits on the rattan bed in the water pavilion, with a long face, as if to look down on everything. She summarized the past seven years in one sentence.

"Jun Fu, it's so easy to love someone, and it's so easy to hate someone."

I do not dare to agree with her statement, just as I adore it. It is really not easy for me to fall in love with him. If he didn't save my two lives, we would just pass by. Don't say that I love him actively, even if he actively loves me, I won't give him a chance.

And since I fall in love with him, I cannot give him time in this life to let him hurt me and make me hate him. Of course, these are all based on the fact that I am a living person. And I'm dead in this life, and now I'm a dead person, these steadfast thoughts can only be thoughts, think about it when I'm fine, just talk about masturbation...

In fact, in my opinion, all tragedies come from Shen An's too dedicated. If he is not such a dedicated man, he can achieve the harmony and win-win situation of the three people, and it will end up with you. It is really amazing.

When leaving, Song Ning said tiredly: "Now thinking about it, from beginning to end, what I am in love with is just a phantom in my heart."

I nodded in agreement.

She gently said: "Jun Fu, can you help me make this phantom in my heart, in my dream?"

The setting sun slanted west, and the afterglow was sprinkled on the lotus pond, a pool of residual red. I counted the time, nodded and said: "I will give you two days, if you have enough time to see if you have enough, and have taken care of the earthly affairs, two days later, we will still make an appointment on the water pavilion. I will weave a good one for you. dream."

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