Jianghu Tired Brigade

Hong Xiao washed the medicine bowl and boiled a pot of new medicine before going to the woodshed to get wine.

Her demeanor was methodical, but her steps were as quick as the wind.

The dantian has already been frozen by the coldness, even if the internal force is circulating, he can't feel it.Therefore, Hong Xiao's every step was slower than her lightness kung fu that had reached the previous stage.

This made her feel a little anxious.

She picked a small altar from the firewood room, opened the cover, and found the fragrant cinnamon, refreshing.

Hong Xiao held the wine jar in both hands, and trotted out the door.

The cold wind outside was getting tighter, and some ice slag was wrapped in it, and it hit the face finely.

Hong Xiao took a look into the distance, the distant mountains were hazy, no matter how good her eyesight was, she couldn't see them.

But facing the wind, a few crumbs fell into the eyes, which hurt a little.Hong Xiao lowered his head and blinked a few times before finally feeling better.But there seems to be a fog in front of my eyes, and I wipe it with the palm of my hand, and it is still a little moist.

When the door of the red house was pushed open, the fire in the house seemed not as hot as before.

While closing the door, Hong Xiao said, "I knew I should get some more charcoal from the woodshed." But when she looked at the fire, she found that the charcoal added earlier was burning vigorously, and there was no sign of it being burnt out. .

After dropping the latch, he rubbed his ears with his free palm. It was cold, but he couldn't feel any warmth.

Yizhanghong rested on the bed with her face up, wrapped in the red quilt, only showing her peaceful face.

Her plain face was as white as frost and snow.

Her brows were stretched, and even the faint worries of these days disappeared, and she slept very peacefully.

Hong Xiao stretched out his fingertips and brushed against her lips.

The fiery color in memory is now so pale that there is no blood to be seen.

Slender eyebrows, long hair, plain white.

The former ink painting of beauties seems to have faded gradually, leaving only a large blank space.

Even the breath at the end of the nose was still.

Hong Xiao lowered her head, her long hair hung down, and fell on the ten feet of red and white hair, like a stroke of an ink pen, tracing out warm and soft lines.

The same pale lips touched Yizhang's red ears, and said softly: "I'm back."

No one responded, and Yizhanghong didn't even open his eyes.

Hong Xiao stared deeply at Yizhanghong for a long time, then smiled lightly and said, "I brought wine, and you can't rely on the agreed marriage ceremony."

Raising the hand to uncover the cover, the fragrant and refreshing cinnamon fragrance permeates the room, even if it is Hongxiao, in this fragrance, there is a bit of fascination on the face.

Hong Xiao bowed his head, leaned against the mouth of the altar, and took a shallow sip.The wine fell down, tasteless, like white water.

In the past, after drinking wine, there would always be a heat rising in the belly, but now I can't feel it at all.

Fortunately, after all, there was still a little bit of alcohol left, and he was drunk, and his mind became hazy.

Hong Xiao did not refuse the intoxication, but laughed more and more happily: "The ceremony of marriage, I drank it, it should be your turn."

He lowered his head and took another bite, this time he didn't swallow, but stared blankly at Zhanghong for a long time, his eyes were deep.

Then, bending down, gently and cautiously, she put her red lips together.

Those thin lips were cold, but soft after all.Hong Xiao hesitated for a moment on that lip before she settled down and pressed it down firmly.

The four lips meet each other, generally soft and generally delicate.

It's just that they are so close, it seems that there is a sweet taste seeping in from the lips, which makes people not only drunk, but also deeply drunk.

The wine gushed out of Hong Xiao's mouth, but slipped away from the red lips, along the cheeks, and fell into the pillow.

Not a drop was drunk.

But Hong Xiao straightened up, bit her lips and smiled lightly, her brows and eyes were filled with the sweetness and shyness of a young girl in love.

It's like the marriage ceremony with Yizhanghong, the bridal chamber with flowers and candles, and a wonderful night scene.

The fingertips traced Yizhanghong's outline, as if to extend Yizhanghong's appearance on the empty scroll.

But when it touched the corner of his lips, he stopped.There was a drop of wine on the fingertip.

Hong Xiao put that drop of wine into his mouth, as if he suddenly tasted the fragrance in it.

Then he held up the wine jar with unsatisfactory intentions, and drank with his head raised.

The wine trickled down and fell into the mouth.There were also those who didn't have time to swallow, so they smeared their faces and stained their clothes.

The whole body seems to be stained with the fragrance of wine, and the room is full of fragrance.

This time, he was really drunk, his eyes were foggy, even if he opened his eyes wide, he couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly.

At some point, the wine jar fell to the ground with a crisp sound of shattering.

Hong Xiao was so tired that he got on the bed in a daze, and felt his red body through the quilt.She felt relieved, bent over Yizhanghong's side, and fell asleep.

——————————————————————————————————————

When Xiangsi came back from the mountain, the charcoal fire in Yizhang Red House had been extinguished, and it was cold inside and outside the house.

The two people on the bed were close to each other, the red quilt and the white fox fur were also connected together.

They are all dead.

Xiangsi stood by the bed for a long time, and left overnight without a trace.

Shopkeeper Shen didn't chase after her, but just watched Acacia's back, gradually disappearing.

Xiangsi carried several medicine bottles with her, which were full of brown pills.Shopkeeper Shen is not proficient in medical skills, but he does know a little bit. The pills here are probably the same as the medicines in the crock jars that were left unused before.

Shopkeeper Shen accidentally saw it through the crack of the window. Xiangsi had to take a pill before going to bed to fall asleep.

She is not a nosy person, and she just followed the little girl up the mountain for the reason of coveting Feihong's belongings, so she naturally pretended that she had never seen her before.

The night before Acacia left, she sat in the firewood room and was very drunk.

Even though he was drunk, he just hugged the wine jar and leaned against the corner, obediently and cowering.

When she saw Shopkeeper Shen, she just stretched her eyelids and asked vaguely, "Drinking wine, do you look more like Master..."

It's really not like it.

Shopkeeper Shen had heard about Yizhanghong's name from the disciples of Yueli Palace, but it was just like the news from many rivers and lakes, and it was not too special.

In the days when I met this woman, I have never seen her prestige methods, but I can always see her assertiveness and determination in ordinary things.

Acacia is like her, but after all it's worse.

This child clearly has his own temperament, but he is desperately trying to be someone's shadow.

"The day my master brought me up the mountain...uh... told me that in this world... there was a woman named Hong Xiao, she was timid...but always restless. The master said, uh...I worship If you become a master, you don't need to study poisonous arts...you just need to master the medical skills, and then go to find Hong Xiao...you just need to find a way to heal her internal injuries, and you can be considered a teacher."

Acacia's eyes are shining brightly, even in a dark corner, they seem to shine through.

Shopkeeper Shen raised the lantern to illuminate the dark place.Xiangsi changed out of her coarse linen filial piety and wore a red body that was as bright as blood.

This should be a red dress, which is a little too big for her.Like a child who steals an adult's clothes, even his shoulders are loosely wrinkled.

She was blinded by the sudden light, frowning, looking uncomfortable.

Shopkeeper Shen blew out the lantern and sat down against the other wall.

Acacia talked about the past intermittently, illogical and unorganized, just one fragment after another.

Life in the mountains is so dull that there really isn't much to describe.

This is a serious and intelligent kid.

Xiangsi has known since a few years ago that what Yizhanghong ordered her to take every day was the hallucinatory medicine.

When a person is in a hallucination, it is easiest for others to control their minds and plant some foreign thoughts.

Many aristocratic families have used this method to some extent to cultivate dead soldiers.

So when Xiangsi heard Hong Xiao's name, the only thing that popped up in her mind was the idea of ​​following and accompanying her.

Her hair, which was ten feet red, was also white at that time.

It's not the deep love in the book, the romance that turns white overnight, but the medicine that has been taken takes place in the body, and after being endured life and death, it becomes white bit by bit.

Xiangsi has seen Yizhanghong twisting her body, unable to cry out in pain.

The red quilt is red, and the blood spilled from the corner of the lips fell into the quilt, and it is impossible to see it unless you distinguish it carefully.

Every time at this time, there is really some secret hatred in Xiangsi's heart.

But she really couldn't hate it, because of the thoughts instilled in the hallucinations, and because of the tenderness between the master's eyebrows.

Yizhanghong's suspended animation concealed from Acacia.

Xiangsi has been guarding her grave for several days, and has never seen anything unusual.

Feeling depressed, she took that Hong Xiao, who had never masked her face, as a support.

After traveling all the way and seeing Hong Xiao, she was really tired.

Hong Xiao's tenderness invaded at that moment.

It just so happens.

……

Xiangsi murmured, shopkeeper Shen was tired from listening, and after a few intermittent naps in the second half of the night, he couldn't hear clearly.

Until the dawn of the second day, the sky was slightly brighter, and the sound of a few firewood falling to the ground woke shopkeeper Shen up.

Xiangsi staggered through the house, and almost tripped over the threshold when she went out, she obviously still had her sanity, and she was able to stand firmly.

After leaving the house, he glanced at the two tombs in the yard, lowered his head again, and staggered away.

Shopkeeper Shen didn't chase, didn't stay, and didn't even ask her a question.

Just watched thoughtfully.

Everyone in the world knows that red beans are the most lovesick, but how many people still remember that this beautiful lovesickness is a highly poisonous thing.