After nightfall, the sensation and disaster at the wedding in Nandu was finally settled. The guests had left Duan's Mansion, and the commander of the imperial guards specially dispatched a group of imperial guards to guard around Duan's Mansion and search around Nandu.
Duan Xu knew that they would never be able to find his "bride".
That's very good.
The streets were still lined with red paper lanterns, and the Duan Mansion, which was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, was absurdly festive, like a clown who was happy despite having put on makeup. Duan Xu stepped into his residence in the mansion, Haoyueju, in his wedding dress. Haoyueju was covered with wedding characters everywhere, and several boxes of dowry sent by the Wang family were placed in the courtyard, and the boxes had been opened.
A girl, wearing a hat with a pearl curtain, sat cross-legged beside a box in a festive red dress. A full moon was hanging high in the sky behind her, and the moonlight and the lights shone on her body, like the enchanting ghost in the lyrics of the opera.
She is indeed bewitching, and indeed a ghost.
He Simu and Duan Xu made eye contact, then smiled and said, "The madam's dowry is very generous. It would be a pity to return it to her family."
"I won't retreat."
"You won't retreat?"
"I have sworn to take her as my wife, so you can accept the dowry. As for Su Yi, she will live outside in the future, so I will give her the dowry."
Duan Xu said it frankly.
He Simu jumped down from the edge of the box, folded her arms and walked to Duan Xu, her red skirt swaying across the ground. She, in her rusty red three-layered dress, and Duan Xu, in his wedding dress, looked like a real couple in the courtyard decorated with lanterns and wedding characters.
He Simu looked into Duan Xu's eyes, and Duan Xu also looked down at her, his eyes dark but shining. She thought, she had a lot of questions to ask him, about his cooperation with He Jia Feng Yi, the farce he planned, and the deep meaning of his invitation to her. It seemed that she had been full of questions for him since the day she met him.
Does she have so many problems with other people
It seems not.
He Simu and Duan Xu looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly chuckled and shook his head: "Little Fox Duan, what if I don't come to you today? You lose this time, what can you gamble with next time?"
There was no need to ask those questions anymore, as she already knew the answers.
In Yuzhou City, she painted a beautiful future for him that was far away from her, just like putting an exquisite glass lamp in his hand and telling him to use the lamp to light the way to live the life that everyone wanted, which was the happiness he deserved.
Then he simply threw the lamp out and smashed it to pieces, looking at her with a smile as if to say, what next
What other reasons do you have? What do you have? I will destroy it for you.
Are you willing to
Just like what he said on the day she made the bond with him, he bet she would not be willing to give up.
Duan Xu also laughed and said, "If you lose the bet, you lose. I'll think about what to bet next time. But the important thing is that you came to me."
He looked calm and nonchalant, but his hands were shaking unconsciously under his sleeves due to nervousness.
"I came to you to give you a wedding gift. I've never been to a wedding before and I don't know what to give. I've been struggling for a long time. After thinking about it, I decided to ask you directly, what do you want, something that can make you happy?"
He Simu spoke calmly, looking as comfortable as ever. In Duan Xu's eyes, she was like a black tourmaline bead in the darkness of black and white, beautiful and deep, without any warmth.
Duan Xu pursed his lips, he stretched out his hand and placed his index finger on her lapel, from his fingertips he could feel the beating of her heart, that was the heartbeat she got through his lust.
"I want you."
He Simu looked at him quietly.
After a pause, Duan Xu smiled softly and said as if jokingly: "I wonder if I have the honor to become the twenty-third grave on the hill behind your Xusheng Mountain?"
He spoke easily, but his voice was dry due to tension.
He Simu held his fingers against her collar and asked, "Are you willing?"
She had asked him the same question on Mount Xusheng, but he did not answer at that time.
This time, Duan Xu's eyes were clear and transparent. In the dazzling colors, he smiled calmly and helplessly: "I am unwilling to accept it. After thinking about it, I still am unwilling to accept it."
"But after thinking about it, although I am unwilling, I am willing to do it."
He Simu lowered her eyes and then raised them again, holding his slightly trembling hand, interlacing their fingers. After a silence that seemed like a sea change, she spoke.
"Okay, I agree."
Duan Xu was stunned.
He Simu smiled, she leaned closer to him, stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek, repeating, "I agreed."
"I said I agreed, why are you still so nervous? Your fingers are stiff, relax and breathe well. You are worthy of being called Duan the Little Fox, you actually dare to ask the Ghost King for a gift, I..."
Before she finished speaking, she was pulled hard. Duan Xu held her hand and pulled her into his arms. He held the back of her head and kissed her lips. It was an impatient kiss, like a long drought finally ending in a downpour, pouring out anxiety, uneasiness, joy, fear, and love. He closed his eyes and hugged her tightly, entwining them deeply, lips and teeth intertwined, as if they could exchange bones and blood and become one through this kiss.
He had been gambling for too long and had lost time and again. Even with empty hands and red eyes, he had to pretend to be at ease and to be able to make a comeback at any time. In fact, he had no room for maneuver.
He did not leave any leeway for himself and gave it his all every time.
He Simu's wrist broke free from his hand. At that moment he thought he was going to be pushed away, so he opened his eyes uneasily.
He Simu's eyes appeared in his sight, those beautiful smiling phoenix eyes reflected the confusion in his eyes, she raised her pale and slender hands - then placed them on his shoulders, wrapped them around his neck, and hooked them tightly.
She stood on tiptoe to deepen the kiss, pressed her body tightly against his, offered her lips and tongue, and closed her eyes.
There is no need to be anxious or sad.
The Ghost King promised to give it to you, so if you don't back down, she won't back down either.
You hug her and she kisses you.
You love her all your life, and in your life, she only has you in her eyes.
Duan Xu's chest rose and fell rapidly, and his kiss moved from her lips all the way upwards, kissing her eyes and her forehead.
He Simu hugged his neck, looked up at him, and said, "It's a bit tiring to stand on tiptoe all the time."
Duan Xu laughed softly and said as if jokingly: "Do you want to go to the room? This is... my wedding night."
He Simu's eyes moved down his face inch by inch. She raised her hand to hook his red hairband and then loosened it, stroking the collar of his wedding dress embroidered with the Four-Head Ruyi pattern. Then she looked up at him and said, "Okay."
Duan Xu was stunned for a moment. He carefully identified the meaning of her words. He panted and whispered, "You mean..."
He Simu kissed him, and the answer was self-evident.
Duan Xu's breath was choked, and he picked up He Simu by the waist. She smiled and put her arms around his neck and leaned into his arms. He walked into the room, kicked the door open, turned around and closed it - he pressed her against the door and kissed her. In between kisses, he said, "Simu, I have another talisman..."
"... Feng Yi is really... generous."
"Take my touch away too, Simu."
He Simu opened her eyes and saw Duan Xu take out the turmeric paper with runes from his arms. He smiled in the red that covered the room, so bright and dazzling that it made people dizzy. He said, "I will have many opportunities in the future, many, many opportunities, but this time I want you to feel me."
I hope you remember me.
He Simu looked at the talisman in his hand, turned his head and smiled, "Okay, as you say."
The talisman instantly turned into ashes in Duan Xu's hand.
At that moment, He Simu felt the extremely hot body that was tightly attached to her, the warm and smooth silk wedding dress, and his soft and delicate skin. He stared at her, suddenly pulled up her hand, and kissed her fingertips.
He kissed each of her fingers one by one, from the fingertips to the bases, from the thumb to the little finger. Finally, he chuckled and held her middle finger in his mouth - the middle finger that belonged to the heart fire.
He Simu began to tremble slightly. This strange wet feeling made her suddenly lose her composure, as if her limbs were not her own, and what was surging in her body was not blood, but perhaps magma.
Duan Xu picked her up and placed her on the wedding quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, and kissed her deeply again. The feeling was very different from before. The sticky and lingering, warm and tangled feeling that spread from one person's body to hers was like a fire that burned her so hard that she couldn't even put her fingers on it.
He Simu's fingers tightly clasped Duan Xu's back. She asked in a daze, "What... is this?"
Duan Xu pressed his hand against her forehead and said, "This is desire and longing, my highness."
Your desires.
"You want me," he whispered, his breath fanning over her face, teasing her seductively. He kissed her and said, "Just like I want you."
He Simu opened her eyes and saw that her boy's eyes were red. His whole body was red, as if he was burned, and his eyes were blurred and charming. He didn't look too sober, and his eyes were as dim as when he was bathed in blood before, but they reflected her deeply.
When he saw her open her eyes, he took her hand and kissed her palm.
"It's like a dream... yearning..." He whispered, "I've never had such a good dream."
He Simu's eyes trembled, she raised her head to kiss him, kissed him deeply, and sighed, "You can have such a beautiful dream hundreds of times in your lifetime."
His heart was beating very fast, very sharply and violently, completely different from the heartbeat she had felt the first time.
At this moment, this heart is hers and beats for her.
She hugged her favorite skull in the world, kissed her favorite eyes, kissed his ear and said, "Duan Xu, I am real. I won't leave. Be gentle."
The boy hugged her tightly, breathing in her scent greedily, his white fingers tightening in her messy black hair.
"Missing..." Duan Xu called in a low voice.
This feeling is not mine, I yearn for you.
You can pick them and never give them back.
When Duan Xu woke up, the night wind blew the gauze curtains and the moonlight was quiet. All the absurd things that happened before flashed before his eyes. He tensed up all of a sudden, suspecting that it was a dream, but relaxed again when he saw the girl lying on his chest.
Like before, when she fell asleep, she would find something to hug. At this moment, she hugged his waist tightly and buried her face in his chest, revealing her slender neck and the kiss marks on her neck.
Duan Xu put his arm around her shoulders and gently stroked her neck. She shrugged her shoulders and buried her head deeper into his bed.
He was indeed impatient, and he didn't know how to use his hands properly, so he hurt her. But secretly, he also wanted her to feel more pain, so that she would remember him more deeply, so that she wouldn't forget him easily.
Duan Xu brushed away the long hair covering her face and found that there seemed to be dark blood-like marks on her face. He was startled and reached out to wipe it gently but there was no wound. After careful recollection, he remembered that she had bitten him and that was his blood.
It seemed that she was bullied too harshly by him, or perhaps the desire was too intense, she just bit his shoulder very hard and blood came out.
The sight of blood made her even more excited, and she did not loosen her strength at all.
Duan Xu chuckled and sighed, ruffling her hair, making the soft long hair into a mess.
Evil ghosts are born out of desire, suffer from eternal hunger, and eat humans to relieve the pain.
He Simu is also an evil ghost. She was born as an evil ghost and she doesn't know what her desires are. Jiang Ai said that sometimes she feels that He Simu envies them because each of them has a clear purpose in this world and knows why they live and why they die.
Although most of those obsessions are not good things, at least they know it.
He Simu didn't know that her road was full of fog.
Duan Xu kissed her forehead and patted her back gently. If her hunger was because she had never lived in the world, and if her greed was to perceive the world, then he would try his best to help her achieve it.
"Bite if you like. If you want my five senses, I'll give them to you."
I wish to feed you with my flesh and blood, to save you from hunger and suffering, and to comfort you from the cold.