Sixty-sixth bowl of soup (1)
In just three days, the female ghost experienced the process of a woman's life from joy to sorrow.
On the first day, she was in the arms of a young man. The young man was handsome, considerate and affectionate. When he held her in his arms, his warmth was like water, as if it could make people drown in his affectionate eyes.
But the female ghost felt cold all over.
Why does she still feel cold in such a warm embrace? She understood this question when she raised her head and saw the young man. Because although he was smiling on his face and the corners of his mouth, his eyes were not smiling.
It was a cold, unfeeling expression with deep hatred.
But she didn't say anything, and quietly listened to him in the young man's arms. If all the hypocrisy was put aside, then the two of them could really be said to be a fairy couple.
On the second day, she was tied to the bed, and the ropes sank deeply into her limbs. At the same time, there was extremely humiliating pain. That kind of pain may not be hers, but the host's, but the female ghost can empathize with it very clearly. She felt the disbelief and sadness in the host's heart, and then watched the gentle and gentle youth in her memory turn into a ruthless devil and wreak havoc on her body.
What is this
Memories flooded towards the female ghost like a tide. It turned out that the host was the young enemy's daughter. Her father killed his family, so he wanted to avenge his family, so he chose Fu Liuli, the jewel in the enemy's palm, to bear the brunt.
Glass is fragile, like pearls and treasures.
How much her father loved her, how viciously the youth tortured her. Now she is no longer the daughter of Lord Taishiling, but a concubine of Lord Yushi's family.
Her father died, and she was murdered all over the family on the charge of collaborating with the enemy and treason. Only she was brought out by the youth and placed in the Yushifu. No one knew about it, including the emperor who deeply trusted this powerful minister.
When Fu Liuli learned everything, her whole body collapsed. However, the young man took her and forced her to witness the beheading of the whole family at the entrance of Caijie Street. Human heads rolled everywhere, and the executioner picked them up. When he got up, he threw it into the bag casually like a melon.
Then he brought her back and took her when she was on the verge of madness.
Another deception.
Another betrayal.
The female ghost was infected, she didn't even know whether it was Fu Liuli's memory or her own, and she didn't know whose pain it was. She just lost all reason and restraint, and became resentful of the world and herself. , also resented the man on his body.
All pain is caused by men.
On the third day, not only Fu Liuli, but also the female ghost completely lost control.
For ten hours of pain, the whole body seemed to be torn apart, no words could describe this crazy pain, the pain was so painful that she didn't want to stay in the world, she wanted to go back to the bottom of Wangchuan River, where It's also good, where there is no need to hide all sadness, and no need to restrain all madness.
But she still woke up in the end, accompanied by the overwhelming blood under her body.
A madman who gave birth to a dead child.
No one dared to take the dead child away from the lunatic's arms. They only knew that this was a child with flesh and blood, including the contours of the nose, eyes and mouth. If the lunatic was well nursed during pregnancy, it should be healthy and able to walk after birth. He can talk, he can call his mother, and he can grow up safely.
But his mother was a lunatic, a tortured lunatic locked up in the West Wing. No one knew that she was pregnant, and no one knew that she gave birth to a child. No one saw the bloodstains in the west wing room until her frantic wailing resounded through the sky.
Fu Liuli hugged the dead child tightly, the lump of flesh and blood was still warm when it left her body, but she knew he was dead.
Died without being born.
He died without even a chance to cry.
Her sobbing sound was like the curse of an evil spirit, descending on every part of this gorgeous mansion, because she would not let anyone approach her, and would bite and kill anyone who approached, the servants detested this place, so naturally they did not Will come over, but the censor is not in the mansion, and he cannot be notified in a short time.
Fu Liuli hugged the dead child like this for a long time, still with tender and lingering maternal love, to kiss the cold and stiff lump of flesh and blood that had turned purple-black.
She hurts.
It hurts more than being in Wangchuan, it hurts to die, it hurts to live, the sum of all the goodness and kindness in the previous few worlds can't beat the pain that even the soul will be torn apart at this moment.
But she knew that she couldn't go on like this anymore, for a few moments, she couldn't tell whether she was a female ghost from Wangchuan or a lunatic who had lost her mind.
It's okay to be crazy, but she is extremely sober, the more pain she has, the more sober she is.
She is nothing at all.
The people she met and the good things she had were not hers. It belongs to Feng Jin, it belongs to Qian Xun, it belongs to Qingluo, but only pain belongs to the female ghost.
She is not any of those women, she is so dark and misunderstood, even if she tries to restrain herself, even if she desperately wants to get better, she still can't get better.
She is like the current Liuli, suffering physically and mentally, and the pain penetrates to the marrow.
There is no one in the West Wing, and the servants are whispering outside the door. No one knows who this lunatic is, only that the adults locked her in half a year ago, and after that, no one is allowed to enter or leave the West Wing. They often heard cries from the west wing, and they gradually knew that there was a lunatic living in it, but it was the first time that they wailed like today.
Some people dared to go in a few steps, but they smelled the pungent smell of blood as soon as they entered. They didn't dare to approach, they just watched from a distance, but the eyes of the lunatic seemed to eat people, the messy hair and the dirty face Let them not see her appearance and outline clearly, only know that those black eyes are bright and scary.
This empty west wing, this fickle heart, this overwhelming loneliness, and the flesh and blood that have been separated from her body belong to her.
Fu Liuli held the dead child in her arms as if she was holding some treasure, and with the other hand, she groped and crawled forward with difficulty, to get the bone pipa that appeared on the table at some time.
She hugged the pipa and the dead child, her eyes were red, but she didn't shed a single tear.
Then she calmed down, she can't just muddle along like this, she still has to live, she still has to leave here, she still has to find all her memories, only pain is not enough, she needs something as motivation to live.
She is not the real Fu Liuli, she can't just hang here like this, she wants to take back everything that belongs to Fu Liuli, but she can't let herself be affected by Fu Liuli, so as to become a walking dead like Fu Liuli.
She wants to live.
When Ren Wusi went to the west wing, what he saw was not at all what the servants said.
He even thought that what he saw was sixteen-year-old Fu Liuli, that girl who was as beautiful as Liuli, as pure as Liuli, and as precious as Liuli.
She was dressed very clean today, not at all the same as when he was locked in half a year ago. Her hair was neatly combed, revealing her pretty face, her eyes were as gentle as before, and there were still steaming food on the table, two bowls of small wontons, emitting a tempting aroma.
"you are back?"
Like a wife waiting for her husband to come home, she came over and held his hand, her eyes sparkling: "I made delicious wontons, can you eat a bowl with me?"
At that time, he was still a student who hadn't passed the examination, so she would always sneak out to find him like this, bring him her favorite food, and then ask him to eat with him.
Ren Wusi was a little lost. He couldn't remember the last time he saw a normal Fu Liuli. Maybe it was a year ago, two years ago, or three years ago
She has been crazy for three full years, but it was not until half a year ago, when he was appointed by the emperor to inspect the south of the Yangtze River, that he sent her to the west wing and locked her up, so as not to cause unnecessary troubles if others knew her identity. But no matter what, he never expected that when he came back, he would see such a tender Fu Liuli.
Obviously there is only hatred left between them, but at this moment there seems to be love.
She pulled him to the table and sat down. The environment in the west wing could only be described as simple, but it gave Ren Wusi a sense of home.
Under the gaze of those warm and soft eyes, Ren Wusi scooped up a wonton and ate it. There was no other filling in the wonton, it was pure fresh meat, but the color of the meat was extraordinarily bright red against the white wonton Skin, more and more makes people move their index fingers.
When did she learn to cook...
Fu Liuli looked at him and smiled, propping her chin. She is already twenty-two now, and she is no longer a girl, but her eyes are innocent and innocent, clearly looking like a girl again. She smiled while eating wontons, as if she could be satisfied with just a little bit.
"Liuli, what's the matter today, you're so good."
His voice was very gentle, as if he had returned to the young man many years ago, and he swore to each other, everything was true.
But it's all fake.
Fu Liuli looked at him with a smile, and gradually the gentleness and virtuousness she had pretended to be disappeared. She changed from a smile to a big laugh, and finally she couldn't look up to her smile, with obvious sarcasm and deep-seated hatred on her face.
Like he hated her father for killing his family, now it's her turn.
But how is this different from a female ghost
Probably, she could tell at the first glance that Ren Wusi really loved Fu Liuli, but the female ghost was not loved by anyone.
But what is the use of such love? It's better to destroy it cleanly, and then you won't be tied down alive or dead.
"Is it delicious?" she asked with a smile. "Is our child's meat delicious?"
Under the candlelight, her jade-like face was like a fierce ghost full of hatred, with a dark air, asking cruel words,