Heaven is fearless

"How did you become a Yingzhou ghost girl?"

The young man with a beautiful appearance and beautiful face stood in front of her, as if he was just asking casually, but judging from the cold and indifferent gaze fixed on her, as long as she had the slightest intention to hide, she would cause trouble. disaster.

Yunniang only hesitated for a moment, then gave up the silence.

She has nothing to hide, she doesn't know the person in front of her, but he knew her before she was alive, so he must also know something about that old incident, so no matter if she tells it or not, as long as he is willing to inquire a little bit, he will always know something From the beginning to the end, why bother to annoy a powerful power for this?

"Lian Yunxian is a woman who will never give up."

Yun Niang made an evaluation of her past without any emotion.

Xi Yi's thoughts changed sharply, and he asked with great interest: "That scholar betrayed you? Did he not marry you?"

Yun Niang paused for a while, her eyes were clear and she said calmly, "No, he did everything he could."

The Yunchun troupe where Lian Yunxian belongs is not very famous, and there is only one Lian Yunxian in the whole troupe who can do it a little bit. Over the years, the Yunchun troupe has almost devoted all its resources to Lian Yunxian. Xu Sheng wants to redeem Lian Yun Xian has to pay off the money together, which is by no means an easy task for a scholar who was born in poverty.

Xu Sheng lost his father when he was young and his family was poor, so he couldn’t pay for Shu Xiu in the school. After studying for more than 20 years, he only got a child. So he wanted to change his job and save more money to redeem Lian Yunxian.

The world often tells the story of an infatuated actor with a heartless heart, but Xu Sheng is not such a person. He said that he wanted Qu to marry Lian Yunxian, and then he really gritted his teeth and did things that he had never done before.

While working as the accountant in the restaurant, he copied books for the bookstore by the moonlight. He could get five cents for copying a book, so he stayed up every night until the early morning, and he could copy one and a half books a day.

There is still some time before I go to the restaurant to work in the early morning. A scholar, imitating the appearance of a coolie on the street, took off his long shirt and put on a bunt. As he continued to bend, his former classmates no longer invited him to participate in literary clubs, even if they met on the street, they only pretended not to know each other.

During those six months, Lian Yunxian saw him only once.

It was raining heavily that day, and the young man who put on his book-length shirt again sneaked to the gate of the theater. The guards let him in to meet Lian Yunxian, but the guards refused. Seeing him as a child, he secretly went to call Lian Yunxian came out.

They looked at each other for a while on the wall that avoids people. Xu Sheng didn't open an umbrella, and his whole body was wet. Lian Yunxian wanted to give him his own umbrella, but the scholar just smiled, and then carefully took it out of his arms. A greased paper bag.

"Ayun, I brought your favorite roasted sweet potato. It's getting cold, so I specially watched the simmering melon and chose the most fleshy and sweetest one for you. You can warm your hands with it."

He covered the oil-paper bag with his sleeve, and lifted it up on the wall on tiptoe.

Lian Yunxian stood on the edge of the water tank in the yard, leaning on the wall to catch it.

Through the foggy rain, she didn't see Xu Sheng's thinner body than before, nor could she clearly see his pale and blue face.

The oiled paper bag was still dry, and there was a sweet and warm aroma leaking from the cracks. Lian Yunxian held the paper bag and raised the umbrella as far as possible, trying to protect him from the rain, and scolded him with some distress and joy: " How come it's raining so hard?"

Xu Sheng looked at her and smiled, his tongue was clumsy and he couldn't say sweet words to coax people, he just stood there and looked at her.

Their meeting ended in less than a quarter of an hour, and Lian Yunxian went to the room to prepare for the evening show. Xu Sheng wiped the wrinkles on his clothes, took off the robe and put it under the box again.

Lian Yunxian heard about him again three days later, when the cart dragging Xu Sheng's body passed outside the garden, Lian Yunxian was babbling on the stage, singing the beating heartbeat of the boudoir girl who had nowhere to rest, singing As I sang, I thought of that poor scholar in Tsing Yi.

At that time, she was still harboring the dream that he was going to marry her, and the spectators in the audience were fascinated by her performance at the moment.

She stepped off the stage with a shy smile, and saw the little boy's pitiful eyes.

This day is no different from any other ordinary day, the stars are sparse in the sky, the banquet is warming up in the high-rise buildings, and the streets are brightly lit.

The dead can only pass through the dark alleys. Lian Yunxian chased them out, only in time to see a blue and white hand protruding from the straw mat of the cart, which flashed around the corner, and disappeared into the dark night inside.

This scholar worked hard day and night for six months. He didn't know how long he hadn't had a full night's sleep. The heavy work had turned him into a lonely skeleton. It was as if he could hear the wind when he hung his clothes on his shoulders. After the restaurant paid him a month's wages, he staggered out the door, fell head-on on the steps, and never woke up again.

He fell down, scaring most of the restaurant's guests to death. Immediately, someone yelled that the food in the restaurant was poisonous. If there is no matter of embezzling the dead man's money, he can only consider himself unlucky.

But the five taels of silver that Xu Sheng got in exchange for his life was never handed over to Lian Yunxian.

The relatives are still there, even after a few lines of blood, they can erect a tomb for Xu Sheng and inherit his inheritance. What kind of Lian Yunxian is his.

Nameless, worthless.

Thinking of that past, Yunniang was in a daze for a while.

"...I probably resented him once, but then I felt that resenting him is not as good as resenting myself. After a long time, I don't know where I am wrong...Then what am I resenting?"

The slim woman lowered her eyes and said in an erratic tone: "Is there nothing but resentment about this world?"

Lian Yunxian died 16 years after Xu Sheng's death. She was no longer young. The charming Huadan in the past became an old lady who only occasionally appeared on stage once or twice. Finally, she died in her bed on an ordinary night.

"...Do you know where Liu Ruan is? Looking back at Dongfeng, I am heartbroken." She sang on the bed, her voice was no longer sweet and clear, and her voice was low and hoarse, drawing a lonely end to the story that was broken 16 years ago.

Huadan, who started her life with a discount of "Entering the Garden", ended her desolate and lonely life with "Dream".

——She finally woke up from her colorful dream.

Unexpectedly, the actor who was born poor and died a boring life would encounter a little blessing from heaven after his death.

"There was a ghost cultivator. He pulled out my soul and said that he wanted to refine some kind of weapon. I became a ghost. He died by accident, and I wandered around the world in a daze."

Wandering around, she thought, what went wrong in her life?

Wandering and wandering, in order to keep her body in shape, she ate the lonely ghosts wandering in the human world. As time passed, she also figured out a way to become a ghost girl. The ghost has its own name.

"Later, when I was wandering in the world, I met Xu Lang." There was a faint light in Yun Niang's eyes, "It doesn't matter if you say it's unwilling or stupid, so I tricked myself into saying that he came back to marry me. After all these years, I should give my obsessions an end."

Xi Yi noticed that when Yunniang said this, her eyes were clear and her posture was peaceful, as if she had no other thoughts.

"So, you are very clear that the two of them are not the same person?" Xi Yi asked tentatively.

After hearing his question, Yunniang smiled inexplicably: "It doesn't matter if it's the same person, I will always like the scholar who will spend all his money to buy me a piece of roasted sweet potato to warm my fingers, even though he is timid and afraid." death, but there is no one who is not afraid of death."

She seemed to be distracted again, and murmured: "He borrowed my money to go, but he only lived six months longer."

In fact, her words were somewhat inconsistent, but Xi Yi didn't care much about it.

He didn't respond to her sad past, calmly peeled off the emotions that Yunniang brought into the narrative, picked out the context of the matter, and went through it from beginning to end, and found nothing wrong.

Until now, whether it is Lian Yunxian or Yunniang, there is nothing unreasonable in the things they encountered and the decisions they made.

Then, the problem should be caused by the collapse of the dynasty and the disappearance of Yunniang and Xu Er.

Since it happened after that, I can't ask Yunniang at this moment, but...if I kill this Yunniang, will there be any changes?

For example, Lian Yunxian with complete memory will appear?Or will the great illusion of Liucheng collapse?

While making such guesses, Xi Yi unconsciously cast his eyes on Yunniang's throat.

Yunniang was sensitively aware of the sudden change in the aura of the person in front of her, the powerful aura that would crush her into powder slowly spread, even if she became a ghost, a strong premonition of death rose in her heart , Suppressing the palpitations and fears and speaking: "Your Excellency has any orders, Ayun will never say anything, but please save Ayun's life—"

Xi Yi suddenly thought of something and interrupted her abruptly: "Are you planning to have a baby?"

"Ayun is willing to be a cow... Eh?!" Yunniang's voice suddenly got stuck in the middle, and she let out a short and ridiculous breath.

Her eyes widened blankly, as if wondering what she had heard wrong.

Xi Yi repeated it with a rare good temper: "Do you plan to have a child? Have a child like this?"

As he spoke, he tapped the unconscious child in his arms with his chin.

Yunniang followed his line of sight, and was taken aback when she saw the child, a look of joy and surprise appeared on her face, this look only appeared for a moment, and soon it was like a cloud. Erased by invisible power, the gentle and beautiful woman covered her mouth and exclaimed softly: "Ah... what a lovely child."

She stared at the child for a long time before remembering to answer Xi Yi's question. Her eyes rested on the child's face with reluctance: "I never thought about it. This body is already a ghost in the underworld. How can I drag another innocent child into the water?" ?—Is this child yours? Is there a name?"

Xi Yi looked at her, suddenly showed a mischievous smile, and replied briskly: "Yes, it's mine, isn't it cute? He's called Busheng."

"No birth?" Yunniang repeated the name, with a bit of hesitation on her face, obviously she wanted to say something, but she dared not open her mouth because of Xi Yi's lust.

Xi Yi raised his brows, and the whole person became visibly happy: "Yes, his name is Xu Busheng, not living for death, since I am a ghost, of course he should also be a dead thing; without me, he can't live, Wouldn't it be very appropriate not to give birth to this name?"

Saying that, the glamorous ghost king nodded with satisfaction, obviously feeling that he had given a good name that is unique in the world.

This... this name is too hasty.

Yun Niang moved her lips, but finally remained silent.

For some reason, after saying the name, the gorgeous and gorgeous ghost in front of her seemed to be pleasing to the eye, as if a big cat felt comfortable with its fur, and stopped showing murderous looks at her. Shi Shi ran into her own yard with her arms in her arms, raised her sleeves, and closed the yard door.

The child who just had his own name was placed on the beautifully stacked bed, and the ghost king sat cross-legged in front of him, quietly feeling his weaker and weaker breath.

"It will be the seventh day soon." The law reminded suddenly.

"Well, I know." The big sleeves were hanging down on the ground, a head of long black hair was scattered on the back of the shoulders, and a few strands of the hair that was too long fell on the child's face.

Xi Yi lazily stretched out his hand to brush the end of his hair, and poked Bu Sheng's face: "I probably have a clue, the problem may be with that Xu Er."

Law quickly brought up the life stories of the second son of the Shanyin Xu family in the history books: "To be pure and filial, to love brothers, to be kind and upright, after Xu's eldest son died of illness, he will be the future heir. Gentleman, he is also a very responsible future Patriarch—it would be better to say that he is overly responsible, wishing to memorize everything, and has a good temper, so maybe he will smile when he is exhausted one day."

"Gentleman..." Xi Yi snorted, "Who knows if he is a real gentleman or a fake villain."

During his brief period of trance, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed again, Xi Yi quickly picked up Busheng on the bed, and the next moment, the gorgeous house disappeared completely including the bed curtains.

They went back to the time when they first entered Liucheng. In front of them was a long street full of lanterns at night. Pedestrians crowded shoulder to shoulder with the same happiness on their faces. Noisy laughter and cries mixed together. Xi Yi stood in the middle of the street, Holding Busheng, he looked up at the huge lantern that he had seen when he entered the city.

The flowers of various colors on it are still repeating the process of opening. In this chaotic and upside-down city, he is holding a dying child, like a rock that doesn't fit in the waves.

"Brother, why are you unhappy?"

An extremely gentle voice sounded from behind him with a bit of real sadness and worry.

Xi Yi turned around slowly, and saw a face he had only seen twice before.

The gentleman of the Shanyin Xu family is similar to his dress, with big sleeves hanging down, elegant and gentle, with a gentle temperament like jade. When he looks at Xiyi, he is like an elder brother looking at a sad and silent younger brother. Knowing how to coax him, his eyes are just filled with distress.

"What's the matter, he's such an old man, he's still like a child when he's upset." Xu Shixi said softly, coaxing him like a child, "Do you want my brother to buy you sweet-scented osmanthus candy? The Ruan Ji on the corner of the street has opened again. It’s still your favorite flavor. Xinghuafang is also open, don’t you like to eat the apricot blossom cakes there? When I was young, I often argued that I only ate the apricot blossom cakes from this store, and I refused to wait for a moment. I'll let you come to buy it..."

Xi Yi looked at him, Xu Shixi frowned slightly, and raised his hand to lightly touch Xi Yi's forehead.

This was probably an elder brother's gesture to comfort his younger brother, but he seemed to be concerned about his younger brother's self-esteem, so he quickly took his hand away.

The moment his fingers left his forehead, Xi Yi felt the warmth of this hand.

He froze for a moment, and slowly moved his gaze down, because at this very moment, he heard the law muttering softly: "The seventh day is here."

At the same time, Busheng in his arms stopped breathing.