The first time he heard in the wine shop that the oiran of the Yanzhou Mansion was named Qingcheng, Sima Yue couldn't help laughing, how could a girl who greeted her all day long be called Qingcheng? He has seen beautiful people, after all, he himself is also a rare beauty, but he has only seen one person who can be called an alluring beauty, but it is his father. But what about beauty? Beauty in troubled times is disaster.
When Sima Yue first met Qingcheng, he was drinking tea in a teahouse. The chaos outside caused him to look outside, but he saw all the men looking up, while the women all looked away contemptuously and enviously at the same time. "Ah! That's the sedan chair of Qingcheng girl!" Then he saw a pink sedan chair, and the occupant of the sedan chair lifted the bead curtains on the ears of the sedan chair at this moment, her long phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up. The smiling smile is like a budding peach blossom, mysterious and alluring. When I am looking forward to it, the light shines on people. At that moment, he admitted that no matter what the background of this woman, she was indeed an alluring woman, even though she was seductive, she was unparalleled in beauty. In particular, the carefully painted blooming peonies on her forehead made her already pink face more crystal clear, adding a touch of coquettishness. Sima Yue suddenly understood that in recent years, women in the East China Sea have been fond of decals, and it turned out that it started in Qingcheng. Thinking of the woman next to him, he bought this woman and accepted her as a forbidden descendant. When necessary, she can be sent out, or to win people's hearts, or to be a flag to help him achieve his great cause.
The second time I saw Qingcheng, I listened to her playing the piano in the Yaoyue Tower. He didn't like to set foot in Fengyue, just because Jing Xian mentioned that he suspected that Qingcheng would be one of the legendary Three Saints. At that time, he still didn't believe it, didn't all the holy masters kill emotions and desires, keep chastity all their lives, can't use emotions, can't be sexual? This Jing Xian didn't know why, but he knew that there was indeed a holy master who walked out of the holy land of Gaolong Village five years ago and disappeared. It is rumored that this holy teacher is a witch with very high spiritual power, and she ran away to escape her fate, and she not only has a beautiful life, but also has peerless talents. In Qingcheng while playing the piano, Sima Yue saw that this woman did not see the world in her eyes. Although she was in the world of mortals, her heart was outside the world. Even if she is not that miko, she is not simple.
The third time she saw Qingcheng was the night she entered the mansion. She was tempted and evasive while throwing herself into her arms. When he kissed her lips, Sima knew that she would never be a slut, because she had no enthusiasm, and her lips were as cold as his.
At this time, Qingcheng had shed her sensual disguise, she was dressed in purple, and there was a little flame red dazzling between her brows. When she held up a black gossip-like object and said that she was what she was, Sima Yue suddenly felt that the dark world he had lived in for 23 years was torn apart, and a faint light came in, which was the holiness emanating from her body. Light. A person who, like him, has seen the dirtiest face in the world and experienced the unbearable past, is actually so pure and pure in his bones. There was a little bit of shock in his heart, and there was also a surge of anticipation and joy. Those who won the saint teacher could at least divide the world into two, so could he already set out to avenge his family and win the world
The first time I heard Taoer mention the name of the oiran Qingcheng, what Jing Xian thought in his heart was, "Good night, the palace plays the pipe and the reed, and the unprovoked flames candle the sky." Poor countries run in pain, Zhibo praises the concubine and laughs'. The beauty and beauty of the country are always beautiful women, which is not the case with the father and son of the East China Sea King. So laugh it off.
Hearing Qingcheng's name again is spreading the lyrics of the talented oiran in the market. Jing Xian was a little curious that an oiran could be called a talented woman, so she also copied some and went back to the house to see. After seeing it, he admitted that this woman is not only a talented woman, but also a strange woman. But with such intelligence, he fell into prostitution, and he couldn't guess the reason. When he saw "Fate is Allure, Name Allure", he felt something strange. Incline, implying the meaning of subversion, but also implicitly the meaning of loving and protecting. Qingcheng can be understood as overthrowing or protecting a city, in other words, overwhelming or protecting a country. What kind of people dare to say that they are destined to overthrow or protect the country? Jing Xian thought of the legend about the saint master coming out of troubled times. See again 'avoid fireworks, fall into the world of mortals. Abandoning Chengqin to heal the heart, and wearing colorful clothes in troubled times. ', he felt that the use of the words Cheng and Cai in the word was a little far-fetched, and it shouldn't be true given her talent. Then he thought of Nie Chengcai, the maiden protecting the country who was said to have stayed away from the Holy Land five years ago in order to escape her fate. It was rumored that she disappeared after leaving the Holy Land, and she happened to possess a peerless appearance.
Then Jing Xian thought about watching the stars half a year ago and learned that the star of troubled times originated in the East China Sea, but this star is uncertain, and it seems that it lacks a power, and this power seems to have existed in the East China Sea for a long time, but he happened to be Could not find its source. Could it be...she is the source of that power, that is to say, Qingcheng is the hidden priestess-what is the color
The first time I saw Qingcheng, Jing Xian listened to her playing the piano with the King of the East China Sea in the Yaoyue Tower. At that time, he was sitting on the innermost side of the qin platform, and he could just see through the gap between the bead curtains the oiran Qingcheng with black hair and jade fingers. Although there was nothing in her eyes, Jing Xian did. Hearing her soul shuttle in the music of the piano-compassionate and compassionate. She frowned slightly, and her red lips were slightly pursed. Although there was a trace of helplessness, sadness and unwillingness between her brows, he felt the peace and holy spirit on the piano stage. He can almost conclude that this person is Xie Chengcai.
Goodbye Qingcheng, everything is finalized. When he rushed back to the palace after traveling for more than a month, the prince had already connected Qingcheng into the palace and placed him in the Kanzi according to his arrangement, and also tested Qingcheng according to his proposal. Although it was getting late, he still wanted to see this legendary woman.
When she walked towards him with only a red gauze and dancing steps, his heart stopped beating at that moment, unable to move or speak. The heart that had never been moved in 25 spring and autumn was moved for this strange woman at this moment. Fearing that her sweaty hands would reveal her emotions, she had to use a folding fan to lightly press her hand playing the piano. I am no longer as calm and composed as before, and I can't bear to listen to her talk, especially the phrase 'If you have no heart, you will have no life. ' was her cry without tears. After this month, he learned more legends about the Saint Master, and knew that her destiny calamity was the heart-burning calamity—what a pain it was. In order to challenge fate, she overcomes emotions and destroys six desires, but with her peerless talent and appearance, she destroys her innocence and falls into a brothel. Unable to bear to listen any longer, he could only hastily explain his intentions and plans, then retreat in embarrassment.
At this time, Qingcheng showed the true colors of the witch, and when he held up the token of her holy master and said that she was the lottery, he actually wanted to stop her. In front of her, there is a little flame red scaring on her forehead, and her purple clothes are even thinner. The bottom of his heart felt as if he had been hit by something, and now the Qingcheng was like an orchid on the cliffs of an empty valley, blooming in full bloom, lonely but strong. Purifying this troubled world with her frail body is also betting on her own fate. Let her be born to assist the king of the East China Sea, did he do something wrong? (End of this chapter)