debt repayment

On the dressing table, the red lacquer box is half open, and the rouge and gouache are placed on the table.There are also a few raindrop-stained flowers on the side of the table—it was what she picked in the pavilion.

She looked at the copper leak, it was time for meal soon, and the servant would bring it.She sat on the Eight Immortals stool near the door as usual, waiting.

Song Huiming became suspicious, the Eight Immortals table and the matching wooden chairs actually blocked the door leading to the outside world, could it be that this Miss Zhou was locked in her boudoir and could not get out?

The daughter of an aristocratic family in the Changming Kingdom was quite controlled before she got married, and she never went out of the house, but like Miss Zhou, her family not only raised her daughter deeply, but even sealed her up, which is really rare.

It shouldn't be, Zhou Jizu is clearly an enlightened man, and he has never heard that the Zhou family locked up the prince's cousin like this.

There were faint footsteps outside the house.A dark window was opened above her head, and a small food bucket was suspended by a bamboo pole, brought into the room and suspended in the air.

The dark window is opened extremely high, and the girl has to step on the Eight Immortals stool and stand on tiptoe to catch the food bucket.She took the food bucket, and the bamboo pole went out, and gently closed the two secret doors with the hook at the front end.

Only the silent girl was left in the room.

The food is very fragrant, the rice is soft and glutinous, and the honey-sauced pork bites, and the fat but not greasy oil will spray out a sweet sauce. She swallowed the steaming rice, and used chopsticks to pick up the uneaten food in every possible way, as if chew wax.

The girl was tired after dinner, and she was blowing in the pavilion again. Seeing that the red flowers in the yard were all scattered, she felt sad and couldn't help crying.

The silent spring has no spring, and it deprives her of the only happy desire in her life.

The girl in Huaichun rolled down her tears and sang a few farewell words in a low voice.

Just when Song Huiming thought she was going to cry until day and night turned upside down, he heard the girl laugh through tears, and said in a lark-like voice with a kind of sadness mixed with laughter: "Forget it, I am eighteen. Daddy said, This year I will find a good husband for this slave, and on the day of the wedding, this slave will be able to leave here..."

"Ah, it is said that 'women are the ones who please themselves', and I don't know if my husband would like the makeup of slaves."

She muttered to herself, sat down in front of the dressing table, and lit the lamp.

Ms. Zhou really lived up to expectations, she was as beautiful as her mother, and her skin was fat. Unfortunately, there was a long scar across her face, from the left forehead to the top of the right mandible, spanning the entire face. The faint pinkish-brown scar darkened her face The injury has been there since childhood.

The extremely ferocious knife marks were like the bite marks of wild animals, branded on the girl's body and mind.

Song Huiming was shocked, and kept silent for a while, his mind went blank.

Ms. Zhou didn't have the snowflake cream that could cover up the scars like Song Huiming's. She only used white powder to apply on her face over and over again.Fortunately, her skin was already fair, so no matter how many layers of powder she put on, it didn't violate harmony.After the flour was applied, the blood of the living was no longer seen on her face.She took the vermilion rouge, tapped it twice on her cheeks, and carefully pushed it away with her fingertips, for fear of rubbing off the powder that covered the scar.

Facing the bronze mirror, she turned her face from side to side, unconsciously smiling happily, and a lively brilliance suddenly flashed in her calm eyes like stagnant water, which made people feel that all kinds of colors in the world were also turned into dust in front of her eyes.

She tremblingly painted her eyebrows, and painted the slender and curved eyebrows to look more like dark willows, slender and affectionate, but when it came to lip fat, she did a joke, put on lip gloss paper and insisted on using it A box of creamy rouge, she dipped some rouge with her fingertips, opened her mouth halfway, and applied layer after layer on her delicate lips.The rouge was extremely gorgeous, she applied it a little thicker, and the pure and clear eyes like a deer couldn't suppress the beauty on the lips, there was a kind of disharmony that mixed innocence and dust.

Ms. Zhou had never seen such red lips, she was very surprised, and smiled a few times in the mirror.

She picked up the flowers from the table again and put them on her head.The flowers made her even more beautiful.

The girl smiled shyly at the bronze mirror.

Song Huiming looked at the beautiful and bright reflection of the girl in the mirror, like falling into an ice cellar, unable to recover for a long time.

If he hadn't known that Miss Zhou was a real girl with a slender waist and willow body, he would really have thought he had seen that person.

It's not a matter of looks. Needless to say, Empress Guo and Zhou Guo are twin sisters, their appearance must be similar to that of the elder sister's parent-child, and Cheng Bi's facial features are also somewhat similar to that person.

But it's just similar.

He had never seen anyone who looked exactly like that person, except for his demeanor, his nose, eyebrows, and eyes, he was clearly Song Hui'an.

The cousin of the prince has the face of the prince.

Song Huiming felt dizzy, the shock and hesitation he had never experienced before hit him so chaotically that he could whip up a hurricane, he was stunned, and he tried his best to look at the girl in the mirror with wide eyes.

She and Song Hui'an are not a reasonable similarity between cousins ​​at all, but a weird and identical similarity.

How can this be so? !

He was covered in cold sweat from shock, and wanted to call Tian Shui, but remembered that Tian Shui was not by his side when he entered Miss Zhou's memory.

This is by no means Tianshui's silly prank, Qiuzhenxiang is lit, even if it is Tianshui, don't make mistakes before Qiuzhenxiang.

How could this be? !

Duke Zhou is clean and loves his wife. However, the karma of his ancestors caused disasters, which caused his wife to give birth to a strange dead baby... Zhou Jizu and Zhou Guo's twin children are cousins ​​of the same year and the same month as the prince...

The strange dead baby was rotten long ago, and the dead body cannot be used as proof, but Miss Zhou's face, Miss Zhou's injuries, and Miss Zhou's horrific living environment all reveal the real reason for her pre-life situation and sudden death .

The Zhou family raised her in a deep boudoir without any personal freedom, just because they were afraid that her face would cause trouble.Her face is a big trouble and a big secret, even the servants who serve in the mansion cannot see her true face.

Locking her up and delaying her marriage is to cover up the scandal; killing her is also to cover up the scandal.

——The scandal of the "Prince"'s life experience.

"I don't know if my future husband will like this appearance of this slave? Nukong has lived to be seventeen or eighteen years old. Except for the few nuns and younger sisters he met before the age of five, he has never seen anyone else. Their voices and appearances are as good as Nukong's today. I can't remember clearly, how could I know my beauty or ugliness? I'm afraid my husband thinks he's ugly... Forget it, such a deep scar alone might disappoint my husband."

The girl faced the mirror, crying and laughing, Song Huiming looked at her beautiful sad face, and fell into a crazy and scorching silence.

No matter how many times you look at that gorgeous and soft face, it is as vivid as Song Hui'an's own face.It's just that the temperament is different. Song Hui'an was cultivated as the heir, a noble man, strong and arrogant, as bright and dazzling as the sun, moon and stars; Miss Zhou's small family is jasper, gentle and melancholy, like the morning dew among the grass leaves, making people love her Disappear.

He really wanted to see Song Hui'an showing such a sad face.

"Forget it, if appearance is not enough, I have to use virtue to make up for it. But I don't have a teacher to teach me, so I can barely understand the scriptures. I can only look up new words in the dictionary. I don't know if I said it right or understood it right... When I was young, The nanny also comforted the slave, saying that the slave is born ugly, and ugly people are blessed. It is a great blessing for a man to marry an ugly wife, especially an ugly wife who is virtuous and indisputable. All beauties harm transvestites. They are disrespectful and disrespectful. You can't see them, and you can't marry them. Whoever marries them will bring disaster to the family.

"But in this script, all the talents and beauties are described. Even Zhu Niang, who was regarded as a man by Liang Sheng at the beginning, is extremely beautiful. It can be seen that these gentlemen love beauties. Could it be that he is all a follower of Meng Lang? Or is it that the person who wrote the storybook just wanted to entertain the beauty? I have been reading the storybook for so many years, but I haven't read such a meaning..."

The girl looked at herself in the mirror again and again, and suddenly frowned, "Oops" let out a low cry: "The powder is off, the powder is off, oops, the scar is exposed..."

After all, the powder on her face was a bit thick. She muttered to herself for a long time, and the fake mask on her face cracked traces of different lengths with the movement of her muscles, revealing her true face under the powder.

The pinkish-brown scars and the cracks as ugly as the rock line on the ridge, fell in the eyes of the girl like hideous and terrifying long insects.

As soon as she saw that her face was starting to lose makeup, she frantically dug out the powder box, dabbed on the powder in a hurry, slapped and slapped her face, her eyes were terrified.

The girl's face looked like a ball of powder covered with white flour, with the kneading of her hands, countless fine powder mist were shaken off.

Too much white was applied on her face, so that under the candlelight, she did not look like a living person, but like a goddess enshrined in a temple.

Except for the strong girlish sadness in her eyes, she looks really lifeless, not lively at all.

The girl turned her head and looked at the corridor leading to the small courtyard.

After a few clicks, her eyes returned from joy to self-pity and loneliness.

"Is there really a gentleman who doesn't love beauties? I love the beautiful flowers. Compared with the messy green grass, I want to be more intimate with the delicate and beautiful flowers. The slave is like this, let alone the gentleman..."

A sigh.

Ms. Zhou is sensitive and fragile. She lives in this closed room for half of her life. Even when she buys new clothes when the seasons change, she measures her waist with a soft ruler and writes down notes on paper. And send it to the servants outside.

She spent her youth like this.

Servants occasionally came in with notes.She has long forgotten the faces of her parents, and can only distinguish what her parents want to say to her through two characters with different fonts.

Her father is not very talkative, and it is usually her mother who uses small, beautiful characters to tell her not to be too cool in summer, and not to wear less clothes in winter... It won't be long before a good man likes her, and she can marry When I arrive at my husband's house, I have both sons and daughters.

Mostly because they are parents, they are still soft-hearted towards their own flesh and blood. They are reluctant to completely erase her from the world, so they hide and raise her secretly. When she reaches the age of marriage and the crown prince has consolidated his position, she can no longer stay .

The girl's short 18 years of life are nothing to write home about. Her joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys all happened in a courtyard that may not be as big as her aunt's house. The spring breeze, summer night, autumn day and winter snow in the courtyard have nothing to do with her.

No one loves her, and she lives in a cage of loneliness, relying entirely on her desire for the outside world.

Even her death was lackluster.

[The author has something to say: Happy National Day! 】