rise up and play

As night fell, a gentle wind blew across the courtyard.

I sat on the ground, the light and astringent fragrance of oleander overflowed, playing with the occasional falling petals.

The recent time has been very peaceful, I didn't expect to have such a leisurely life in the brothel.

This is a good place, which satisfies my desire to find novelties, and also avoids the sneak attack that may be caught off guard.

After all, the name of the Hundred Faces Poison King has already become the public enemy of martial arts.

I played a song "Bijian Liuquan", the tune is very slow, and I can sleep peacefully.

Close your eyes and enjoy it slowly, you can hear the sound of the wind, the sound of fish wagging their tails in the water, and even feel the temperature of the moonlight.

This is my stage, I am a spectator and a singer.

There were footsteps approaching, and I frowned, wondering if I should kill him.

The visitor was a little careless, his steps were solid, and his martial arts were not high.

Such a small person, I don't even bother to do it.

At the end of the song, for a long time, no one moved.I poured a cup of tea, it was cold.

The man approached me and said:

"Dare to ask the girl's nickname, why have I never seen it before?"

As soon as his words came out, I felt happy in my heart, and my intuition told me that there was a good show to watch.

I poured another glass, tapped one of them with my little finger, turned to him, and said with a smile:

"I'm not a girl here, I'm just an artist who plays the piano."

His face was pale, and he staggered back a few steps in shock.

I pretended to touch my face, showing a lonely expression.

"It was my negligence that frightened the young master."

He collected himself and arched his hands.

"Yu Mou lost his composure for a while and mistook his brother for a girl. He lost all manners and looked at Haihan."

I handed over the tea and said:

"I think it was me playing the piano in the middle of the night, which disturbed the young master's dream. It must be my fault. I replaced the wine with tea, and apologized to the young master."

After I finished speaking, I drank it in one gulp.

He was only wearing a single coat, but the jade pendant around his waist could be seen to be expensive. People who are either rich or noble are always restrained by etiquette. If he didn't want to, he had no choice but to take the tea and drink it.

Only then did I take a closer look at him, and he was indeed a dude, with a well-maintained appearance. From a woman's point of view, he looked like a handsome young man, handsome and suave.No wonder he was so frightened when he saw me.

At this thought, I laughed even wider, and saw the person in front of me start to frown slightly, his face turned ashen, and finally fell to the ground, looking at me angrily with incomprehensible eyes.

I knelt down, raised his chin, and said softly:

"If you want to blame, blame yourself. I hate hypocritical people the most. If you call me ugly, I'll forgive you. It's a pity..."

He didn't know whether it was from anger or poison, he passed out.

I got up, looked at the piano with a few pieces of oleander on it, turned and walked back to the room.

Sitting in front of the mirror, a ferocious face was reflected in it, with criss-crossing knife wounds covering his face.

Hey, it took me three days to make this mask, so I had to make another one for a little fun.

The poison is not serious, and you can wake up in three or four hours. I guess I will see him bring a group of people here to take revenge tomorrow. I can even imagine that his body has not recovered yet, his face is pale, and he may even say a clichéd sentence "Even I dare to move, you have eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard, I will prevent you from going out of this door today!"

Thinking about it this way, I either pack up and run, or make another mask and hope he doesn't recognize me.

I carefully removed the mask, applied a layer of black medicated grease, poured a layer of wax, scratched the mark, and then smeared cinnabar.

Looking at this half of the bloody face, I went to sleep with satisfaction.

Things were beyond my expectation, a few days later, I was still playing my piano in the brothel, watching all kinds of ugly pink customers coming and going, but I couldn't see the person that day.

I didn't think much about it, and continued with this leisurely life.

Yufu became the pillar of the brothel, and even the bustard looked at her face. She returned all those who had bullied her in the past. I heard that one of them was drugged and indulged to death.

She came to my Duyuan to look for me once, I stroked the zither, she sipped tea, looked at the oleanders in abundance, and did not speak.

After sitting all afternoon, when she left, the wind started to blow, and a tear was brought to the piano. She said:

"I am not happy."

This is the end of the play about Yufu. I guessed the ending, and I am still keen on the expression on the actor's face.

I started to lean under the tree to bask in the sun, then fell asleep in a daze, and it was night when I opened my eyes.

There's nothing to see here, and I'm getting bored.Winter is coming soon, I should find a warmer place.

I packed my bags and planned to step on the moon at night.

I took out the wine, a small bottle, I have kept it for a long time, it is not a good wine, it was only because of it last time that I missed something and was seriously injured.

Probably because I drank too much tea, and the wine was a bit strong in my throat.I poured a cup and poured it on the trunk of the only old oleander tree in Duyuan, as a farewell.

While enjoying his own last scene, he heard annoying footsteps again.

I turned around and saw the person coming, and a murderous intent gradually rose in my heart.

The other party was also taken aback when he saw me, but he was not as surprised as last time, but he still approached me recklessly.

I exuded a dangerous aura unreservedly, he didn't care, walked up to me, took the glass away, and after drinking it all, he said to me sadly:

"You talk to me, and then you kill me, it's death anyway, and it's worth dying in this flower building!"

I looked at him suspiciously.

He pointed to the room and motioned to go in and talk.

After sitting down, he drank the small bottle of wine, and after he searched the house and couldn't find any wine, he directly picked up the tea and drank it vigorously, saying:

"I'm Lin Wenyang, and the old Shangshu man named Lin Yu is my father. According to secret reports, the barbarians in the south have made some moves and may raise their troops, so the imperial court had to send an army there just in case. The year before last, my father was idle. I didn't accomplish anything, so I was given the name of the right lieutenant next to General Meng."

"General Meng has been recuperating in the capital since the founding of the country and rehabilitated the traitors and rioters. At first, my father thought that it was safer to be around General Meng, so he gave me this official position. But now he suddenly wants to mobilize the army, so I have to go with him. gone."

When he said this, he slammed the table, his eyes were red, and he said angrily:

"I'm a lieutenant general, so I must go to the battlefield. I'm going to die this time, ah, ah, I don't want to die yet! How many Huaichun girls I have died will be sad!"

After listening to him for a long time, my murderous aura gradually disappeared, and I smelled a little fun.

He looked at me, took a deep breath, and smiled helplessly.

"Actually, people are mortal, so there's nothing to be afraid of. I just don't want to be reconciled. When I want to talk about these things, I can't find anyone. Those disciples from aristocratic families who usually eat, drink and have fun together are probably friends of wine and meat. I can't talk about my thoughts. It seems that life has gone for nothing, so I can't be reconciled!"

Interesting, I laughed secretly in my heart, maybe there is a good play on him.