[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Li Sao

Chapter 22

To leave the Luoyang Basin and go to the Huanghuai Plain, one must first pass through the Hulao Pass.

Di Xiaohou's chariot and horses were driving on that road.The brand-new lacquered carriage is stable as if it is running on the clouds, the brocade covering the car wall is like a rosy sky, and the carved flowers on the window are so exquisite that they sway on the curtains like real.

The coachman seemed to be deaf, sitting on the handlebar seat like a wooden statue.He is pulling the snow-white horse, and he will never know what is going on in the carriage.

The sound of horseshoes was unhurried, and the crisp reverberation echoed in the green locust tree forest in midsummer.

The tree is very tall, and even when the sun sets, it is blocked and scattered like rain. The shade is light and deep, and it floats together with the dark colors of the distant mountains and the verdant grass near the grass. The crystal clear wine in Di Xiaohou's hand fluttered down on Sisi's stiff corpse.

Her hands were still as white as jade, and the Kodan on her fingertips was still as bright red as blood.While Di Qinglin was sipping, he caught sight of them out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help staring at them for a moment, smiling indifferently with the aftertaste of murder.

But no matter how beautiful a corpse is, it is still a corpse. If it is not properly preserved, it will always stink, burn, and unfortunately disappear in the world.So Di Qinglin decided to deal with her as soon as possible, before entering the customs.

Thinking peacefully like this, he took another sip of wine, and then he looked down at Sisi's distorted face with a somewhat intoxicated look, trying to recall the excitement that was close to death when he crushed her throat—but There was a sudden sound of hooves, and the car stopped.

His pale face returned to indifference almost instantly.

The car curtain does not move, and the pearly wine does not move.Di Qinglin's hand was not on the thin knife that was as transparent as water, and he was dressed in white clothes like snow, and he just sat there quietly and motionless, as if he was on a lotus in the clouds.

The coachman did not speak. Could it be that he is not only deaf, but also dumb?

Through the carved fan, Di Qinglin saw the indistinct shadow of the tree reflected on the emerald silk gauze, and a beautiful woman in a white shirt.He didn't see her clearly, but this didn't prevent him from knowing that she was a rare beauty, because he already had the desire to kill her.

This longing combined with the drunken impulse made him move his Adam's apple.

But the figure spoke to him, her voice was familiar, its melodious voice surpassed the chirping of a kingfisher, and it was as gentle as a laughing shadow in water waves. As soon as Di Qinglin heard this, she raised her hand and pushed open the car door.

Huang Shan was smiling at him prettyly, white clothes, green trees, and golden days seemed to be overwhelmed by her radiance in an instant.

The coachman died quietly on the spot, still pulling the reins like a wooden statue.She walked towards Di Qinglin without seeing him, her steps were slow and swaying like fallen leaves and flowers, but she seemed to be in front of him in the blink of an eye, and then lightly held his right wrist with both hands, as if she was about to come over to act like a baby.

Di Qinglin's expressionless face finally moved slightly at this moment, his complexion seemed to be paler, his eyes seemed to be darker, and he was staring at his right hand with a hint of disbelief.

No one in this world has ever seen Di Xiaohou's knife as thin as paper and as clear as water.

Because his knife had reached a desperate situation, so that the moment of killing seemed to be like flowing water, so fast that people could not feel a trace of pain, and could not shed a drop of blood, so fast that it was almost the best in the world.

But now, Huang Shan held his hand, took his knife affectionately, and put it aside.When she turned around, Di Qinglin still looked at her quietly with that unbelievable expression, as if he didn't know her at all.

Seeing him like this, Huang Shan couldn't help laughing again.Next to Sisi's corpse, she held his wrists again with both hands, looked at him obsessively, and called him: "Third Brother..."

Before Di Qinglin could reply, she saw her romantic and beautiful face suddenly darken again. She held his hand tightly, stared at him, and repeated softly and suddenly in a creepy tone: "Third brother."

The next moment, Huang Shan looked at his extremely handsome face and ruined all his martial arts.

Perhaps it was because of the severe pain that Di Qinglin lost consciousness for a moment, but before he woke up, Huang Shan simply knocked him out.After the corpses and traces were destroyed, the carriage was also ready-made, and the horse was also ready-made. She put Di Qinglin in the carriage, turned the direction of the carriage and set off on the road.

It took several months to walk this way, from Zhongxia to Zhongqiu, and went straight to a place where no one would have thought that Princess Nine and Master Xiaohou would go.

So Di Qinglin could finally wake up.

After all, the light in the car was still weak, and when he slowly opened his eyes, his vision was hazy.But after only recalling it for a moment, I realized that I am now described as a useless person, even worse than a healthy ordinary person.

No ruts, no hooves, the car stopped.

Huang Shan was crouching on his chest, stroking his long black hair cherishingly.Seeing his eyes clear up, she gradually revealed a very happy smile.

She is still so beautiful, so beautiful that even if you kill someone, you can't bear to be angry with her.

Di Qinglin just stared at her like this, and then heard her whisper sweetly in his ear: "Third Brother, we are leaving Yanmen Gate. From now on, I will be alone, and you will only see me alone."

Huang Shan hid him quietly like this, in an inconspicuous three-entry mansion in Lanzhou city.

The house is located in the depths of the old street. The couplets are painted black and the stone carvings on the door pillows are mostly eroded by the wind and the sun.There is not much refinement in the yard, only a few poplar trees and a few lily bushes were planted scattered in the mud yard on both sides of the stone road.

In August in Longzhong, the sky is as blue as washing.The morning light shone on the eaves, and outside the swallow's nest, there was an illusion of warmth.And Huang Shan was standing on the short stone steps early in the morning to see the scenery, no matter how she looked at it, she liked it, she was very happy, thinking that at last she would no longer have to pretend in front of the protagonist who wanted to attack.

Thinking of this, she thought of Di Qinglin again.

No one would believe that Di Qinglin, the hereditary first-class Hou, would have little interest in life and be addicted to killing people.After all, he loves to enjoy the utmost luxury, after all, he looks so young, so handsome, so stunningly talented, unattainable.Such a person doesn't look like an indifferent and cruel pervert who has no feelings for normal people.

When Huang Shan opened the door and walked into the wing room, she saw him sitting at the Eight Immortals table.He originally turned his neck to look at the flowers out of the window, but when he heard the sound, he glanced back slightly, his snow-white clothes were bathed in the bright light, making it hard to look at.

Huang Shan stared at him for a long time, but still couldn't see that he was really a pervert.

Di Qinglin seemed to have forgotten about the loss of martial arts, his expression was still cold and indifferent, as if he was indifferent to everything.In his eyes, Huang Shan was dressed in a snow-white dress, her beauty was as stunning as before, and she didn't look like a pervert either.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Huang Shan smiled sweetly at him, and Di Qinglin also moved the corners of his mouth, as if responding to her.

Ninth Princess approached him with a graceful gait, wrapped her hands around his shoulders like a bird returning to its nest, and snuggled into his arms deeply.Di Qinglin didn't move, and let her do it.Huang Shan's gesture of embracing him seemed to be weak, with her snow-white cheek pressed against his chest, she finally said to him in a thin and gentle voice: "Third brother, I did something bad to you, are you angry?"

Di Qinglin wore a smile that was not a smile, but he spoke extremely gently: "I'm still a little angry." He stroked Huang Shan's shoulder and neck affectionately, and the breath from the tip of his nose lightly brushed behind her ear, "Shanshan, Why are you doing this?"

Huang Shan raised her small face, stared at him with clear eyes like water, and smiled at him: "Because I want to be with my third brother."

Di Qinglin asked: "You will always marry me."

Huang Shan shook her head: "What's the point?" She touched Di Qinglin's extremely handsome face like a child, and her fingertips ran across his slender eyelashes and landed on the narrow eyelids, "Now you can't go anywhere, you can only stay in the How nice it is to wait for me to see you in the yard." As she said this, she seemed to feel sad suddenly, and she murmured slightly with tears, "Third brother, don't you know how much I envy you all these years? You What freedom, you can kill people if you want, and you can have fun with any girl you want to have fun with. In fact, being a princess is very boring, and you can't do what you want to do. Just like before, I knew you didn't like me, just pretending , but there’s nothing I can do about you. It’s all right now, no one knows where we’ve gone, and I’ll be free in the future, and I can do whatever I want.” She was happy again, hugging his eyes with misty eyes. Shoulder fantasies, "In this case, I can do whatever I like, I will treat you extremely well if I want to, and torture you as much as I want, and I don't care if you like me or not, anyway, you can't run away."

The gentle look on Di Qinglin's face gradually cooled down, and finally became extremely indifferent.

Huang Shan said that enough was enough, she came back to her senses, took Di Qinglin's hand on her neck, kissed her lips, and asked, "Qinglin, I'll make crabapple cakes for you at noon ,OK?"

Di Qinglin seemed to have never heard of it, and his expression changed back to the original cold expression, with a kind of expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Huang Shan had acted enough, made up enough, and finally stopped smiling.She stood up from Di Qinglin's lap with a blank expression, and made the first rule calmly: "My body is always in pain. I'm not happy to be alone like this.... You have to hurt with me." After finishing speaking, she Drew Eyes sighed, and comforted him with a sense of relaxation, "I'll just give you a poison to drink, and I won't cut off your limbs, or kill you, don't be afraid."

She still liked Di Qinglin's appearance very much, so she stretched out her hand to touch his face again: "I don't ask you to eat the crabapple cakes I made for you. Put them in the room, and you will eat them naturally if you are hungry. If you die, there is nothing you can do about it, and you can’t blame me.”

After Huang Shan finished speaking, she slowly walked out of the wing room, but when she came to the door, she stopped slightly, as if thinking of something interesting.The next moment, she turned her head and smiled at Di Qinglin, "You don't want to talk to me, and I don't beg you to. We still have a long time."

On the same day, Huang Shan brought crabapple cakes and water into the house, and poured the poison transformed by power into Di Qinglin, which sealed the doors and windows of the east wing.

She waited for a month without doing anything else every day, just sitting in the yard looking at the flowers and birds, listening to the sound of Di Qinglin collapsing in the house.Huang Shan sealed his dumb acupoint, he couldn't cry out, probably just scratching himself, the wall and the floor.It was a month later that she reopened the door and went in to see him.

The windows were still sealed, and the room was extremely dark, with only vague outlines of furniture and furnishings.Huang Shan didn't care about the bad smell and bloody smell in the room, she walked into the bedroom without a sound, and lit the gauze lantern with a torch.

The flames were dimly lit, and bloodstains were dripping vertically and horizontally on the walls and curtains of the room.

Di Qinglin's long hair was disheveled, his white shirt was dirty, and he collapsed under the carved clothes hanger in the corner of the window without any popularity.

Huang Shan stood where she was, lost in thought for a while.Just staring at him blankly for a long time, she approached, slowly knelt down and sat beside him, stretched out her hand and gently brushed away his long hair stained with sweat and blood.

Di Qinglin's eyelashes trembled, as if touched by the light, he opened his eyes very slowly and heavily.

Huang Shan held up his injured hands, which were almost boneless. They were originally a pair of slender and beautiful hands like white jade.She looked at it for a long time, and when she looked up again, she smiled, her face was so bright and radiant in the candlelight.

With an indescribable expression, she smiled and asked, "Does it still hurt? Are you used to it?"

Di Qinglin's sanity became clearer and clearer. In the long-lost light, he half-closed his eyes and looked at Huang Shan with a cold and unattainable expression.

Huang Shan didn't care about it either, she just said softly to him: "That's great. From now on, I won't be lonely by myself."

……

In the following days, Huang Shan took care of Di Qinglin by herself.She is very happy to do this hard work, just like a newlywed wife is infatuated with her beloved husband, every smile is infatuation.Di Qinglin still treated her like nothing and never said a word, but Huang Shan didn't seem to care at all.In the morning, she cleansed his face and hair, accompanied him at noon to look at the flowers in the yard and bask in the sun, and at night talked to him to relieve boredom. She even took a bath and changed his dressing seriously. It took more than a month to do it. Di Qinglin's hand has grown new flesh and started to scab and heal.

Huang Shan was very careful about his hands, even removing the gauze, so seeing this scene, her face glowed with joy, she held his wrist carefully, and tilted her head expectantly to him: "Brother, move a little bit!" finger."

Di Qinglin stared at his hands with drooping eyelashes. Although he ignored her, his fingertips moved slightly after a while.

Huang Shan was very happy, her face was blushing: "Look, your hand is not broken." After she finished speaking, she fell silent for a moment, and threw herself into his arms.She hugged his waist tightly with both hands, and murmured, "Third brother, you've lost weight." Then she hastily rubbed against his skirt, "You hug me, third brother, third brother..."

Di Qinglin's face, which had become whiter and whiter after his illness, looked indifferent, without any fluctuations.During this period of contact, he has already discovered that the sudden love of Princess Nine is different from ordinary people. She is definitely not deeply rooted in love, but just self-indulgent.

He looked at the candlelight in the veil, thought absently amidst the dense and piercing pain all over his body, after thinking for a while, he came up with some meaning.

If there is a chance, he will definitely let Huang Shan live without seeking death, but this is not because of hatred, but because of a little bit of excitement.This feeling is very faint under the torture of pain, but in the end it is there——

Huang Shan suddenly got out of his arms.

Di Qinglin thought for a moment, although he remained calm, his heart sank as if stung.He is flesh and blood after all, and there is always a reaction to torture.

There was an inexplicable hostility on Huang Shan's face, as if the flowery smile just now was just a dream.She sat there for a moment, then turned her eyes to stare at him coldly, and said slowly: "I will seal the doors and windows, and let you be locked up in this room. When you die, you will rot into a pile of bones." No one will come to see you." She smiled if she got something, "No one knows that this piece of rotten meat is Di Xiaohou, you died without dignity, worse than pigs and dogs."

As soon as the words fell, her face became solemn, she stood up, and left without looking back.

With only some food and water left in the wing room, Huang Shan nailed the windows and doors tightly with planks, and locked Di Qinglin again without warning.

People cannot live without light. What is it like to be isolated from the world, the silence, the pain of collapse, and the hunger that is driving people to death? Huang Shan will never forget it even after death, so she wants Di Qinglin to taste it too. look.No one rescued her back then, but now, she will save Di Qinglin, as if she saved herself in a different way, killing two birds with one stone.

Huang Shan had thought about it a long time ago, there was no way for Di Qinglin to fall in love with anyone with normal methods.If you want to try it, you can only use a special method to deal with Di Qinglin who is no longer Di Qinglin.He is too proud and conceited, he is so talented that he can feel pity for himself, and he doesn't need to love others, so he can't be Di Xiaohou, he can't be Di Shaoxia, Huang Shan wants to make the world where no one respects him, no one knows him, No one had even seen him.

From now on, no matter whether he is happy, angry, sad or happy, it has nothing to do with her alone.She is the only one in his world, and she is by no means always available.

Only in this way can we talk about the future.

Another month, the first snow in Lanzhou.

Open the door early in the morning, the ground is full of broken jade, a tree of viburnum, and the footprints of birds are scattered into a few rows of bamboo marks, which is a bit elegant.Huang Shan stared in the silent atrium for a while, and then, holding a porcelain tureen, walked to the east chamber on the fresh snow.

When the winter morning light reflected on the window screen again, Di Qinglin was sitting on the bed in neat clothes.He saw Huang Shan walking in, her face was still cold and indifferent, with a half-smile expression, as if she didn't care about her torture, and also seemed to reveal a hint of evasive sarcasm.

But Huang Shan only took off her cloak, put the porcelain bowl on the table, and smiled at him gently: "Cousin, it's snowing today."

Di Qinglin was still sitting there silently, but looked at the bowl of things honestly.He didn't want to die yet, and he didn't think he should be so stupid as to starve himself to death.

Huang Shan helped him to sit down at the table, and whispered softly: "I made a bowl of porridge for you. You have been fasting for too long, so you can only drink some porridge so as not to hurt your body." Lifting the lid of the porcelain bowl, the aroma of rice came out, A few petals of jade-white lilies blend in, which is very beautiful.

Di Qinglin silently raised his hand to pick up the porcelain spoon, and began to eat gracefully.After more than a month, his hands, which were still a little red, became thinner, but his movements became more flexible.

Huang Shan felt that he was better than herself after all, and she deserved to die.Thinking of this, she couldn't help but touch his fingers lightly. They were cool and moist, like a piece of clean ice.

As a result, Di Qinglin stopped drinking porridge, and during this pause, Huang Shan smiled at him again, with a dimple in her smile, and said in a greasy voice: "It's warm at noon, I will accompany you How about watching the snow in the yard?"

Hearing this, Di Qinglin's pale face was expressionless, and his dark eyes stared at her indifferently.

Huang Shan continued to tell him calmly and with some longing: "You should also move a plum tree. After a while, the flowers will bloom, and you can see it when you open the window."

The room was silent.

Di Qinglin didn't speak, but Huang Shan wasn't embarrassed either, she played with his hands contentedly, staring at his face obsessively.

After eating the porridge and the hot water was ready, Huang Shan took the pains to spread Di Qinglin's long hair, and then laid him on the couch to wash his hair.Perhaps it was because of his natural beauty, after months of torture, Di Xiaohou's long hair was still as black as a daisy after being soaked in a basin. There is a saying in the poem that a beautiful woman with green temples refers to his beautiful black hair.

After scrubbing, she took the mahogany comb to comb his hair, gently smoothing it until the end of the hair.After going back and forth like this for an unknown amount of time, Di Qinglin spoke suddenly and said a word.

Huang Shan was startled, and asked, "Third brother, have you talked to me?"

Di Qinglin sat on the couch facing the window, his black hair was still a little wet and scattered all over his shoulders, he turned around slightly, his complexion seemed to freeze the shadow under the window for a moment.Before Huang Shan finished speaking, he gently grasped the right hand holding the mahogany comb.

His narrow, dark pupils were hidden under the shadow of his eyebrows, and after a while, a slight smile appeared on his pale face, which seemed to make people smell the fragrance of flowers.

He sighed lightly, his voice was a little soft due to his weakness, but still exuded the calm and elegant flavor brought from his bones, "Forget it, I can't be angry with you after all."

"Shanshan, I don't blame you anymore." Di Qinglin uttered these words slowly and gently.

The protracted scramble seems to have subsided.

Huang Shan secretly felt that this was true, but she also knew that Di Qinglin must have wanted to kill her very much, and it had nothing to do with whether he was angry or not.Hurt him by himself, he has nothing to do now; when he is nice to him, but only say some love words, so that he can't use his intelligence, silence is naturally a good way to stay still, but now, it is obvious that silence doesn't work for her , that is not the way to survive.

Di Qinglin was too proud, he was the kind of person who would never commit suicide, so considering the situation, all his plans must start with changing his attitude.

Huang Shan was not surprised, she stared at Di Qinglin tenderly, and said sweetly: "Third brother, didn't I say that earlier. Sooner or later you will talk to me, our days are still long."