The rules of survival of the magic stick

"Do you know." Ying Rumeng's pale cheeks were completely different from the rosy cheeks he had seen before, like a once rosy apple completely shriveled and rotten, revealing a sweet and greasy smell of ashes.

Her lips are no longer the original pink color, but turned into a kind of pale white, and the still bright red tip of the tongue can be vaguely seen when opening and closing. In such a color difference, it appears more and more dazzling and helplessly pale.

"I often have such an illusion." She smiled lightly as if she felt ridicule: "I feel that Tang Su'an has been watching me by my side."

After she finished speaking, she sighed, and went back to the room with Hongye's support.

Only Tang Su, who was disguised as a maid, was left behind, holding the incomplete pieces of porcelain in his hand, and raised his head to look at Ying Rumeng's thin back.

The hand clenched into a fist unconsciously, the broken porcelain pierced the flesh in the center of the palm, and the bright red and round drops of blood, like blooming flowers, hit his clothes and the carpet in the room. The pattern of pure white lilies of the valley is stained with bright red.

He opened his mouth involuntarily, but the sound he wanted to make was strangled in his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

Yingmei, I'm here, I'm here.

Tang Suan is not dead, Tang Suan has been watching you by your side

"Hey, what are you still doing here? Hurry up and wipe off the blood!" Hongye came out and saw the maid was still standing there blankly, she didn't care at all when she saw the blood pouring out, but she still seemed to be dead The same eyes were dull, and he couldn't help sighing and stood in front of the person, and his tone became gentler: "Miss will not blame you, don't squat down like a fool, get up quickly!"

These two sentences pulled Tang Su out of his own thinking forcefully. He was stunned for a moment, and looked up to see Hongye standing in front of him stretching out his hand. Hongye was stretching out his hand and said to himself: "Can I still stand up? I It's okay to give you a hand, the lady won't blame you."

Only then did he realize what he had done just now, he quickly adjusted his posture and smiled apologetically at Hongye, and then stood up slowly on his knees, only to find that his palms had become horrible, and the pain seemed to be delayed It took a while before Tang Su was stimulated from the cerebral cortex like an electric shock.

The bright red blood has already dyed the pure white broken porcelain, and the red leaf's brows twitched. Tang Su's eyelids twitched because of the bursts of burning pain, but other than that, he didn't make any unnecessary movements. He pursed his lips quietly.

Seeing the situation, Hongye didn't want to say anything, but hurriedly sent people out to deal with the scary wounds.

Tang Su walked forward along Hongye's footsteps, and secretly glanced back while walking. The other world hidden by the bead curtain was hazy and vague, as if he would never be able to touch it.

In the end, however, he went outside to treat the wound.

If at that time, Ying Rumeng had turned her head to look at Tang Su, and if she had met his bright amber eyes again with those sad and gentle eyes, Tang Su would have blurted out without hesitation that he was Tang Suan's facts.

But Ying Rumeng didn't, and Tang Su didn't shout out in the end.

The broken pieces of porcelain were on the carpet, stained with blood that had almost dried up, and servants would come to clean up all of this soon, and then everything would return to its original state, neat and tidy.

So, finally came the night.

As night falls and the black color becomes the main color of the world, a full moon finally arrives unexpectedly, slowly rising to the treetops, illuminating a circle of lustrous light in a dark world.

Tang Su hasn't left the red leaves since the sunset, and the palm wrapped in layers of white gauze is a bit inflexible. Inside the white gauze, there is a long and narrow wound in the center of the palm, which hinders his flexibility of movement.

But luckily it wasn't the foot, the fine and dense tingling pain from the wound was nothing to Tang Su.

He thought of a way to get a night watch job, so that he could stay in Yingrumeng's room logically. The night watch job was done in turn among the maids, since they had to stay there all night, It was a hard job, so Tang Su took the initiative to do it, so no one would rob him.

He watched Hongye honestly entering Ying Rumeng's room to serve Ying Rumeng. It was getting late, Miss Ying's pajamas gradually became thicker, and the red candle was lit, emitting a flickering light that was completely different from the moonlight outside the window. , the time shifted to the time when it was about to fall asleep.

"Go and bring the lady rose water."

Tang Su heard Hongye's order to him, and bowed his head to show that he understood, but he was relieved in his heart. Fortunately, Hongye didn't let him take care of Miss Ying to undress and comb her hair. The appearance of his clothes and trousers is really indecent, or it is too much, and the public servant will beat him to death if he knows it.

After he came back, Tang Su found that Hongye had lit the incense burner.

He stood by the side with water in his hand, avoiding seeing Ying Rumeng, who was wearing obscene clothes, staring blankly at the bright red roses floating in the water basin, a scent mixed with the scent of the incense burner, everything became warm And in a daze, the fragrance lingers in the whole room, embellished with a very comfortable smell.

Tang Su let the red leaves take over the water basin, his brain seemed to be covered with that layer of fragrance, and he became dazed and hazy. He stood blankly and stared at his toes instead. The dazzling color wrapped in white gauze also pierced into his eyes and became very distinct.

After washing, Hongye walked aside and fiddled with the incense burner, and pushed Tang Su from the side, as if helplessly and impatiently said: "I said why are you so dumb, I'll go back first, you Poured the washing water and then quietly guarded the door, you know?"

Tang Su still lowered his head, and he didn't have any special reaction after hearing what she said. He just nodded lightly in a daze, and then went outside with the water basin as if he was a little stiff.

The aroma condensed into a hazy light-colored purple mist in the air, permeating the room. This is the smell that Ying Rumeng has always been familiar with. The extremely aggressive fragrance is only faintly smeared in it, and the shredded tobacco seems to represent the soft fragrance lingering in the room at this moment.