Little bastards and little beauties

Recently, there was an oiran who rose to fame in the capital.

The oiran's name is Yan Chu, she is charming and good at sword dancing.In the past, he was the son of God in a small border town, so he was also good at divination.

All the dignitaries in the capital fell in love with him, even the Seventh Prince, who was fond of swords, heard about it and watched it.

The Seventh Prince walked around the heavy gauze curtains, and saw the alluring oiran. The oiran was dressed in purple, sitting on a chair, her eyebrows and eyes were as gorgeous as peonies in bloom, and she had long silky hair, and only a peacock was slanted. hairpin.

"I've been waiting for the seventh prince for a long time." The oiran raised his head and smiled at the seventh prince.

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When King Dong'an came to the brothel where the seventh prince had entered, all the people in the brothel had been ordered to leave.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air. King Dong'an stepped up the wooden steps all the way up, and when he pushed open the innermost door, he saw by the wide open window, the famous oiran in the capital hugging the seventh prince tightly. , a snow-white dagger pressed against the Seventh Prince's throat, blocking the Seventh Prince's shield in front of him.

The axeman had long been lying in ambush outside the window, but the seventh prince was completely blocked in front of the oiran. The oiran had poison hidden in his lips. He had just bit the seventh prince's neck, and the venom had already spread along the blood.

This is the poison of Yaowanggu, but it has been improved by others. No one can cure it except this oiran.

This oiran named Yan Chu came here with the intention of dying. He hijacked the Seventh Prince, and his only request was that King Dong'an come alone.

King Dong'an and the Seventh Prince looked at each other. The Seventh Prince's life was already on the arrow, but his expression was calm.

"You shouldn't have come." The Seventh Prince said.

"It's you, why don't I come." Dong'an King replied.

The beautiful oiran couldn't help laughing out loud, like a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks who thought about each other, it seemed that he was a heinous villain.

Now he has a knife and ax in his hand, and his eyes are gorgeous and attractive, like an evil spirit in the underworld wearing the skin of a beautiful woman to bring disaster to the world.But who knows, what kind of gentle and beautiful lover he once had, and what kind of innocent and ignorant dream he had, in the dream, the sky was high and the earth was far away, and he and the one he loved stayed together peacefully and spent the rest of their lives together.

He is not a villain at all, he is just a swallow under the cloud, bringing March spring flowers for the one he loves.

"His Royal Highness Dong'an, do you still remember a man named Ye Chubai?" That oiran, the former gangster, the one who was cherished by the little beauty, Yun Guiyan.he asked softly.

"One year has passed." Yun Guiyan looked at King Dong'an like a knife, wishing to pluck out flesh and blood from him, piece by piece, and feed them to the wild dogs.

"Today is the memorial day for Chubai." He whispered softly, the peacock hairpin in his hair shining brightly.

He held the dagger against the Seventh Prince, and blood dripped out uncontrollably, staining the dagger red.

King Dong'an certainly knew who Ye Chubai was, and also knew the identity of the person in front of him.For a while, I felt great hatred.The only time in his life that he was merciful and merciful was to spare that little bastard named Yun Guiyan in exchange for the life of the one he loved by offering a heart to that low-browed and pleasing little medicine man.

Cutting the grass failed to eradicate the roots, and now the ghost of Huangquan came to avenge him.

"I'll just say it straight, His Royal Highness King Dong'an, I want you to die," Yun Guiyan still smiled, "If you die, I will let the Seventh Prince go.

King Dong'an has not spoken yet.

The seventh prince's pupils shrank, and he spoke first, "No! Lian Qing, this king won't allow it!"

Yun Guiyan was also easy to talk, and the knife in his hand got a little closer, "It's not impossible for the Seventh Prince to die with me."

"I can die, but how can you guarantee that you will let the Seventh Prince go." King Dong'an's eyes were still as sharp as a falcon.

But Yun Guiyan was no longer afraid of him. He used to hide outside the courtyard and peep, and when he saw King Dong'an coming, he quickly avoided it.Now he and King Dong'an looked at each other, with a pair of blood-red eyes, every look was peeling the skin and bones of King Dong'an.

"You take a knife, cut open your own heart, and dig out your heart. For every point you enter, I will report the antidote materials needed by the Seventh Prince."

Yun Guiyan's voice is clear and moving. He is not only good at sword dancing, but also good at singing and dancing. As the Son of God, in the cold winter months, he was still practicing singing and dancing of blessings in the snow outside the door.

King Dong'an took a deep look at the Seventh Prince, and pierced his heart amidst the Seventh Prince's uncontrollable cry.

Just like a year ago, he ordered someone to cut Ye Chubai's heart open.

"Ning Li, I really love you." King Dong'an's knife was half-sinked, but his expression remained unchanged, "I have done many evil deeds in my life, and I am destined to end badly. But loving you is true. "

He was originally a Rakshasa, blood stained the river, and now he is about to die, but he can still see his sweetheart crying for him.

If you get what you want, death is not a pity.

He turned to look at Yun Guiyan again, "Report your name."

The dagger scored a point, "Chu Lianhua, two or three."

The dagger sinks into two points, "Mu Huang, one tael. Mu Qing, one tael."

The dagger sank into the root, "Alizarin grass, a whole one."

Cold sweat broke out on King Dong'an's forehead, Yun Guiyan watched coldly, the seventh prince broke down and howled, but because of the onset of toxicity, he couldn't move a step.

The dagger cut open the heart, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Yun Guiyan laughed, extremely resentful, as if he was really like Shura reincarnated.

"Aged old Huainan, half a plant."

"It's time to cut your heart." Yun Guiyan reminded King Dong'an.

"Lian Qing, no!!!" The Seventh Prince finally lost his arrogance, his calmness, and begged in a broken voice, "Lian Qing, no! Please!"

King Dong'an reached in and cut out his heart with his own hands. It was bloody and evil, but he could still love his heart.

The last medicine.

"The rain in spring and March is hidden in a pot. It can be used as medicine."

The king of Dong'an fell suddenly. This mighty king with a different surname was cruel and violent, with great fame and numerous crimes.He knew that he would not end well.

Yun Guiyan let go of the Seventh Prince.

The Seventh Prince crazily threw himself to the side of King Dong'an.

At the same time, several long arrows from the archer who had been ambushing outside the window shot in through the window and sank into Yun Guiyan's body.

With seventeen long arrows, Yun Guiyan looked like a swallow nailed to the arrows.

Tick ​​tock, his blood dripped all over the floor.

This room was supposed to be used for playing incense and playing the piano, and there were elegant paintings on the wall, but it was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Yun Guiyan heard the Seventh Prince's mournful cry, and the cry shook the sky.That King Dong'an did all kinds of bad things, but in the end, the person he loved the most actually shed tears for him.

But Yun Guiyan couldn't cry anymore, his tears had all been shed in the spring and March of last year.

He was wearing a luxurious purple robe, and under the robe was an old white dress.The little beauty, his wife, made it herself.

On the heart was embroidered the name of the little beauty - Ye Chubai.

Yun Guiyan looked out the window, the spring night was gentle, just like the moonlight when he sneaked in back then and leaned against the window of the little beauty.

He murmured.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable. There is nowhere to speak of a lonely grave."

"Even if you don't know each other when you meet, your face is covered with dust, and your temples are like frost."

He couldn't wait ten years, it was too long.The little beauty's legs are not good, and in the underworld, it's okay to be bullied.

He slowly closed his eyes.

It seems to be back to the time when he first met the little beauty.At that time, he was a little gangster in a panic, and it was the first time he saw such a noble little beauty like plain snow, sitting on a chair, with gray eyes, it was the color of rain, looking at him tenderly.

And he stretched out his hand to the little beauty in a daze.

"Come with me," he said boldly.

The little beauty looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Okay."

The little beauty stood up from the wheelchair and held his hand.

They escaped from that yard together, the sky was high and the clouds were wide, and the birds were allowed to fly.

Yun Guiyan's hand dropped, and there was a pool of scarlet blood on the ground, and the poison in his mouth was bitten by himself.

He is Guiyan who came back from afar, and now he is flying to Huangquan to find the white moonlight in his heart.

This is the seventh year of Yuan Lie, in March of spring.