Xiyao

Wuyuan is very big.

It was the first time that Chu Jiangli had such a deep understanding.

He entered from the back garden, showed the piece of satin to an actor who was teaching, and was led all the way through the staircase corridor to the room stained with dust.

The decadent beauty in red was reclining lazily on the couch, her black hair disheveled.

She was holding a gilt pipe in one hand, breathing out the mist, and the smoke was lingering, her eyes were half-closed.

Chu Jiangli, who was holding scraps of cloth that were priced at a price, was not affected by this decadent atmosphere,

Through the coral bead curtain, his handsome face was illuminated by the dim sunlight from the window, and he solemnly said to Ran Xianchen, "May I know who you are?"

"Flowers like brocades have been lost for a long time. As we all know, the last one belonged to the mistress of Huangming Palace. After the tragedy, some people said that the color was too bright, and it was easy to be envied by heaven, and all the fabrics and clothes that could be found were destroyed."

"Ran Xianchen, isn't that your real name?"

There was a bouquet of poppies in the vase on the table, and Ran Xianchen's fingers, painted with beautiful Kodan, casually fiddled with the petals: "Didn't you already guess it?"

She slowly exhaled a little mist from her lips, and said in a sleepy way: "My name is Ran Xianchen, and I am a clean-spirited Ran Xianchen."

"There used to be a name called Fu Ditang."

Twelve years of Tao Li Fangfei, Fu Ditang who is still courting Xie Rulan.

Chu Jiangli was silent for a while, and said, "When did Xiaozhi know?"

"Very early, very early, as early as when I sang "Poison Killing Bureau" for the first time, all the audience burst into tears, and he was the one who cried the loudest."

"Yanshi Meixing's Ran Xianchen, and the graceful and noble Fu Ditang, their intersection is only a brief staggering on the stage. But there is an outsider watching from the sidelines who understands Fu Ditang's sadness."

"Knowing that her grief is real."

She raised her eyes casually, and glanced at Chu Jiangli: "After more than 100 years of fleeing, I can't stay in any one place for too long, and I can't let people discover the secret of Wuyuan."

"I chose Yuan City because it is remote, with little contact with the outside world, and it is not easy to be exposed."

"What did he do?" The policeman had been listening to her patiently, and suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

Ruan Zhi did Ran Xianchen a favor, one important enough to get her a promised favor.

But what kind of help can a frail scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken?

The corners of Ran Xianchen's lips twitched decadently: "He forged the documents and household registration, and created a leak-proof fake identity, allowing me to live in Yuan City for a long time."

Chu Jiangli lost his voice for a long time, and murmured, "He's crazy."

As Yuancheng's master recorder in charge of documents, Ruan Zhi unexpectedly guarded himself and protected a foreign felon.Once discovered, he will have no place to stay in Yuancheng, and there will be no place for him in the entire hometown of Shengguo.

"Mr. Ruan's deep affection is truly a burden that a survivor cannot bear."

"As a reward, I will give him the last piece of blooming flowers in this world, and grant him a request."

General Chu nodded his head slowly, suddenly feeling something was wrong.

Blossoming.

Blooming like brocade?

He suddenly raised his head: "Why are there blooming flowers?"

"You have so many tokens to choose from, why are there so many flowers?"

Blossoming Blossoms is the queen's crown dress worn by Fu Ditang after marrying his ancestors, which is equivalent to the wedding dress.

She presented this to Ruan Zhi as a token, which was almost a silent rejection.

Reject his love and sincerity, and don't give him any hope.

Ran Xianchen turned the pipe over and buckled it on the couch: "When you don't love someone, you can't give him even the tiniest hope."

"Love is bit by bit, and you can't force it. Instead of letting him have empty hopes, it's better to make him wake up as soon as possible, and retreat when the wound is not deep."

Chu Jiangli was a little sad: "Aren't you even willing to give him a chance?"

Ran Xianchen chuckled: "I can't do it, even if you are very touched, even if you feel that you owe him something that you can't repay, you can't give him what he wants."

"Love is involuntary, and the heart is not involuntary."

She took a puff of smoke: "You came here with the token, probably not for this matter. Say it, your request, I will try my best."

The catcher pursed his lips and looked aside: "Can you deal with a monster?"

The person on the couch was dressed in decadent and gorgeous red clothes, hearing the words in silence, Chu Jiangli heard the rustling sound like flowers blooming, his eyes blurred, and the pupils reflected the black wings.

It was a gorgeous satin-like bird's wing, but there was only half of it left, and the other half was unnaturally bent, and the bones were twisted, as if broken from it.

Ran Xianchen, or perhaps Fu Ditang, withdrew his wings and said, "If your strength is not as good as mine, the result of confronting the enemy head-on will be the same, or even worse."

"When that monster first came, I fought him, and almost got half of its wings torn off. I was lucky enough to escape."

She stroked the petals and whispered: "He is not something you can defeat. Trying my best, I can't do it."

Chu Jiang's face sank like water, he thought hard for a long time, and squeezed out every word from the gap between his teeth: "Then how about another method, so that he can no longer harm others, or find a way to lure him into a trap and lock him up?" live."

"What kind of cage is there in the world that can trap a demon..." Ran Xianchen paused and stopped.

Suddenly her eyes were a little strange, she stared fixedly at Chu Jiangli's eyes, squinted her eyes after a while and said slowly: "You can't kill a demon, what's the use of you catching him?"

"To catch a demon, you will pay ten times and a hundred times the price compared to losing your freedom."

The catcher's eyes lit up little by little, like the brightest moment of cold stars in the night sky: "Is there a way to dye the boss?"

Ran Xianchen seemed to be very preoccupied, and hesitated a little: "Brother Chu, listen to me first, and then consider whether to try to catch him."

She stared at Chu Jiangli's pupils, although she was still reclining on the couch, her attitude was much more solemn.

"There are two locks in Attacking the Famine. They don't follow the way of heaven and the law. From a theoretical point of view, they can even trap the monster race."

"One life bound, one sleepy heart."

"Binding your life as a lock, at the cost of ten lifetimes of luck, you can trap him before you die."

Ran Xianchen stopped talking, and after a while, he continued: "And sleepy heart, unless you voluntarily untie it, otherwise he will never be able to break free."

"What's the price?" Chu Jiangli asked.

"The three souls and seven souls are separated, and the soul is incomplete. They cannot enter reincarnation, cannot be reincarnated, and cannot be reincarnated." The gilded pipe is surrounded by white mist, and the face stained with fine dust is hazy in the mist. Becoming a god and a lock are not the same after all. What's more, gods are just souls used to nourish the body, so they don't have to suffer from the separation of souls."

She turned sideways, and the hem of the red dress dragged to the carpet: "The price is so high, do you still insist on trapping that demon?"

Chu Jiangli's gaze was firm, without wavering or reluctance in his expression, and he answered her question seriously: "As long as it is something I have, it can be used as a price."

The beauty in red sighed, "Is it worth it?"

"If he harms someone, how can he not be punished?" The policeman quickly said, "If he can unscrupulously hurt people's lives just because he is a demon, how can the dead person rest in peace?"

"They just died in vain, and the families were devastated ... but there was nothing they could do."

"No matter what price I pay or what I become, those who hurt others must be punished as they should."

Ran Xianchen's thin body wrapped in red clothes trembled, and said in a daze: "Yes, murder is a felony."

The female boss of Wuyuan's eyes dimmed, she stared blankly at the sky and said: "Anything in the world, as long as you have the heart, you can make up for it."

"However, a person cannot be resurrected after death. Therefore, there is no forgiveness for this crime."

Chu Jiangli was slightly stunned, and found that she was lying on the bed, tears rolled down like shark beads, dripping like rain, and wet the satin cushion.

Ran Xianchen cried silently, her expression didn't change a bit, only transparent tears trickled down her cheeks.

She pinched the poppy's petals, and as soon as she pressed her nails hard, the flower juice oozed out: "I used to have a friend."

"Her love is as hot as fire, her eyes are always on only one person, and she is even willing to die for her."

"But he's a rather cold person by nature."

Chu Jiangli, who realized that he had said the wrong thing, quietly listened to her talk in a confused tone, and was surprised when he heard the words: "Then how could it be?"

"A person's love is limited, she only loves one person, and loves no one except that person, including herself."

Ran Xianchen suddenly laughed wildly, as shrill as crying blood: "You know, the last thing she said to me was: Ditang, there will still be people in the world who love you like me."

She started to cough, and said out of tune, "No... Qiyan."

"Is this... my punishment?"

Chu Jiangli watched her lose her composure to this point, and suddenly understood that the most painful thing for Fu Ditang was not the scolding and crusade by the world, but the numerous crimes in the history books.

It was her own inability to forgive herself.

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

The one who was suspicious was Fu Ditang, and the one who betrayed was also Fu Ditang.

She masochistically sang over and over how she suspected and killed her best friend.

But Chu Jiangli, who is an outsider and outsider, is not qualified to comment on the tragedy.

All he can do is to watch the people in the play panting in pain through a bead curtain, and gradually calm down.

Ran Xianchen seemed to be exhausted, her voice was a little weak: "You are the opposite of her, although you seem to have a distance from everyone, but you love everyone."

"Just like at this moment, you don't know her, but you will feel sad for her."

"Chu Jiangli, your love is too scattered."

She waved her hand slightly to the policeman: "Come here, I'll tell you how to use sleepiness."