Xiyao

There was a burst of applause from the audience, and Chu Jiangli was taken aback for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, he remembered that "Poison Killing Bureau" was just a play.

It's an ordinary play about how the human ancestor and the demon concubine of the poison will eventually become resentful couples.

The people in the play have been dead for hundreds of years, and those grievances and dispositions are just fabricated by later generations out of thin air by picking up a few official histories.

Can't be true.

A low whimper sounded in his ears, Chu Jiangli turned his head blankly, and looked at Ruan Zhi with tears streaming down his face in confusion.

When everyone cheered and cheered, he lowered his voice and wept softly, his shoulders twitched and convulsed, and his expression was mournful and painful, as if he was the one who almost lost everything and embarked on a road of no return.

Chu Jiangli saw that his fingertips were trembling, and said at a loss, "Xiao Zhi?"

Ruan Zhi shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

He took a deep breath, choked up and said to General Chu, but it was more like talking to himself: "She is so sad."

After finishing speaking, she subconsciously repeated: "She is so sad."

Chu Jiangli let go of his heart, and was a little bit dumbfounded: "No wonder others call you a 'drama idiot'."

"You've watched no less than a hundred plays, and still don't understand those stories, are they all fake?"

"No," Ruan Zhi said stubbornly, "You don't understand, when you are watching a scene, you are already in the scene."

His expression was erratic, and he muttered in a trance: "You and I are already in the play."

"Brother Li, can you look at her sad face and tell me that everything is false, but false?"

"Didn't you understand her sadness bit by bit?"

The slender peach blossom eyes are slightly curved, and the corners of Ruan Zhi's lips are raised stiffly: "They always say that the truth is true."

"But when you are really invested in your feelings and believe in it without any doubt, what difference does it make if it's true or false?"

General Chu looked at him from Dingding for a while, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard the sound of flute and drum, so sad that he couldn't help but turn his attention to the stage.

The third chapter "Killing Friends" has a very high starting tune, so high that one doubts whether the singer can sing it up.

But the people on the stage sang with a strange and deep feeling, like a whisper.

"My friend said, it's hard to splash ink on your fine jade pen, and there are few reunions where there are flowers. I re-read at the desk and slowly check the selected characters. It seems seamless and can be added."

Fu Ditang put down his pen, closed the scroll, and rubbed the cover with his greasy fingers, the emerald-colored Koudan was so gorgeous and sad.

"Sigh that the time flies, the long feast will eventually end. Hate is far away, and the road is long, and the letter is not as good as the dream."

She got up and took a walk, walking from one side of the stage to the other, looking back suddenly, half of the beauty was facing the audience.

Silent for a moment, it seems to be self-reflection.

Her eyes are half closed to hide her thoughts, her eyelashes are long and slender, and under the dim candlelight, there is a fragile beauty like butterfly wings.

Fu Ditang was still hesitating and struggling.

She was holding a pair of golden scissors in her sleeve, and she said determination in her mouth, but there was deep hatred and love in her eyes, and she couldn't tell whether it was forgiveness or hatred, killing or letting go.

Everyone in the audience knew her final choice, but they were still waiting with bated breath for the inevitable ending.

The sound of the drum was beating heavily, and the woman in the deep purple palace dress followed the heavy drum, stepping out of the phoenix shoes, and her steps were silent, which made the audience's heart tremble slightly.

A cold light flashed in her sleeves, and a strand of hair was tucked into her fingertips, lingering and attached like fingers, held in the palm of her master.

When the five fingers were divided again, they had turned into a pitch-black poisonous feather.

"Hurrying, no euphemism is allowed. Hurrying, there is no place to turn around. This strand of blue silk is cut by me. Although I pity it, it is fragrant and long-lasting. It was combed and wrapped by Qing, and I slept with you. It is a pity to give it to a friend and say goodbye with wine. "

In the high-pitched opera, Fu Ditang danced in a whirl, one after another, in continuous large circles.Like the ripples of the lake, one circle does not end, and another circle rises again.

The clothes that dragged the floor were thrown away on the stage, and the deep purple seemed to flow all over the ground, and the snow-white sleeves were thrown away, and it seemed to be flowers blooming one after another, layered and clustered together.

Burning purple and cold white, occupying all the fragrances.

Rumor has it that there is a kind of material called "Flowers Like Brocade", which has been lost and is most suitable for newlyweds.

If weaving will come out, it's just like this.

The dance that seemed to never stop, so beautiful and strange, but ominous that it was out of control, came to an abrupt end when Fu Ditang suddenly turned to the table.

She stood quietly in front of the desk, raised her clenched hand, and then slowly released it.

The pitch-black feathers fell from her palm, like a flower with withered branches.

The flower lay silently on the porcelain plate, just a short distance away from the rippling wine bottle, and was picked up by the maid with a food tray and sent to another place.

The candlelight was dimmed, and a screen was quietly carried onto the stage and placed in the center, just to divide the stage into two, impartial.

Fu Ditang stood on one side, while on the other side of the screen, the faint sound of xun approached from far away and gradually became clearer.

Accompanied by the boundless and lonely tune, the woman in crow's blue, like a moth to a flame, approached the stage illuminated by candles step by step.

Compared with Fu Ditang's Yongya, she is a bit dull, her complexion is ghostly pale, and her gray-green pupils stare at the world lifelessly.

"In the middle of the night, I miss a lot, lazy to push the cloud quilt, and the hair on the temples is full of clothes. You are evil powder pink rouge begonia red, brilliant crystal pearls and emerald jade exquisite, pink and black clothes are so delicate, how can you throw them away indiscriminately? .”

Her voice was deep and hoarse, echoing faintly in the theater, her sleeves were still unfolded, and they were piled up in such a mess on the stage.

"You know that I have lost my old friend, let go of old friends, and no longer have a confidant. I can't dream in the cold rain and the window, and I am sick and ecstatic. Tears hit the phoenix tree, and I am haggard and separated."

That was Shi Qiyan.

Shi Qiyan in "Poison Killing Bureau".

That friend who was deeply attached to her, followed her to the Huangming Palace, but Shi Qiyan was given to death by a cup of poisoned wine.

Just like Fu Ditang, no one knows what she was thinking when she was murderous.When drinking the poisoned wine, Shi Qiyan's mood was just a private speculation of the writer.

Chu Jiangli hated "Poison Killing Bureau".

Because "Poison Killing Bureau" is about the betrayal and suspicion of friendship.

Fu Ditang hated Shi Qiyan's betrayal, refused to forgive, and left no room for it.

But she didn't know that it was just a misunderstanding that made her extremely painful and heartbroken from the beginning to the end.

After being covered in blood, a misunderstanding that was already irreversible when it was solved.

The palace maid respectfully brought the imperial wine to him, only to be stunned for a moment by the woman dressed in crow green.

Strange to say, the heavy look on her face was washed away by astonishment, and her expression suddenly became lively.

It was only then that Chu Jiangli saw that she was originally gentle and beautiful, just like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but she was too sad, which added a little bit of sickness.

Her gray-green pupils are covered with heavy haze, but at the end of the darkness, there is a faint light flickering faintly, and a small corner of the reflected world seems to be lit up.

Very strange.

Strangely enough, her friend's last cruelty gave her some comfort and hope.

It was supposed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back, but it was caught by people as if they were drowning, and they refused to let go.

why?

Seeing her stacking the sleeves solemnly putting away the sleeves and putting them on her wrists, holding the wine bottle with her exposed right hand, General Chu couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Ruan Zhi tilted his head to look at him, seemed to understand his confusion, and said softly, "Probably... For Shi Qiyan, he would rather be hated than be neglected and forgotten."

"She can explain it, this is a misunderstanding—"

"That person...is he willing to listen to her explanation?" Ruan Zhi said indifferently, "Even if he is willing to listen, can he listen to his heart?"

"Doubt is a tenacious seed that takes root and sprouts as long as it falls to the ground."

He seemed to be considering his words, paused and hesitated to speak: "If she is willing to believe her, how can she be suspicious from the beginning?"

Ruan Zhi's eyes fell on the void, as if speaking to another imaginary person: "You don't know Fu Ditang, or in other words, Shi Qiyan doesn't know Fu Ditang as well."

"So I didn't realize that she has thousands of ways to deal with this misunderstanding, but she chose the most extreme one. She is not an extreme person."

"...Xiaozhi," Chu Jiangli realized his gaffe, softened his tone, stared at the human way who seemed to be lost in another world, "Relax, don't think about it anymore, you are too deep into the drama."

Ruan Zhi's empty eyes diverged a little, "looked" in his direction, and murmured: "Because... I care. That person, that existence, is not something she can easily let go of. Ignoring, avoiding, and forgiving are all things that can It will prolong the heart-piercing pain, and there will be no relief."

"It's impossible for her to forgive her, because only her betrayal and hurt can't be forgiven."

He seemed to wake up a little bit, big and big tears rolled down from those amorous peach eyes, as clear as shark pearls, and wet his clothes: "Brother Li, I have repeatedly deduced it many times, no matter how many times, that situation Now, Fu Ditang will definitely choose to kill Master Qiyan."

"And Shi Qiyan will definitely drink that glass of poisoned wine."

"She won't refuse Fu Ditang's request. Whether it's helping or dying."

"ask?!"

Ruan Zhi laughed, and said with tears on his face: "That was a request. She didn't come in person, but sent a maid to deliver the wine. Apart from being unable to face the resentment of that person, she also gave her a chance to escape. "

"This is the first time I've heard of such a creepy request." Chu Jiangli felt incredulous, "Please...go to death?"

His mind was messed up into a mess, his thoughts were confused, and he blurted out: "Wait, she didn't mean to kill her?!"

"So she killed Shi Qiyan by mistake, just because...she didn't escape?!"

"It doesn't make sense," Chu Jiangli rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, "No, I was brought in by you. This is just a play, so there is no need to delve into it too deeply. You have said so much, it is just your guess."

However, Ruan Zhi selectively ignored his last few words: "...The tragedy of "Poison Killing Bureau" is that Shi Qiyan knows Fu Ditang too well, but Fu Ditang doesn't understand Shi Qiyan enough. In addition, you and I are outside the bureau , but they are in a situation.”

They skipped Shi Qiyan's long aria, and watched the people on the stage hold the wine bottle and put it to their lips——

With a loud bang, the gate of the theater was pushed open by the wind and snow, and everyone in the audience was shocked to see a person staggering in, knocking his knee heavily on the ground, making a dull and dull sound.

Even "Shi Qiyan" on the stage stopped moving for a moment and stood still.

The person who broke in in a panic and interrupted the beautiful room raised his head, muttered a few times with a pale face, and cried hysterically: "Killed!!!!"

The bitter cold wind blew out a dead silence in the garden, and everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

General Chu stood up abruptly, and immediately walked out of the garden with big strides. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person who moved faster than him, stepped on the backs of countless people's chairs, and threw himself on the stage recklessly, grabbing his hands. He took down the wine bottle in the hand of "Shi Qiyan".

The author has something to say: what Ruan Zhi did was actually what I wanted to do.

Every time I see my favorite characters die, I want to cross the screen to save them.