After the first time, they tried again a few times.
I don't know if it was the first time, Nanyang was really tired from being tossed around, listening to the soft whispers in his ears, feeling the caresses from behind, and fell asleep dimly in Qinghuan's arms.
Seeing that Nanyang was asleep, Qing Huan also turned off the dim lamp, and closed her eyes while hugging Nanyang's waist.
After the distant bell rang twelve times, she fell into a deep sleep groggy.
In the haze, she had a strange dream.
Just like last time, it was still in a sultry and bloody canyon. A lot of people died around, and they were all blood-shattering. Some were complete corpses, and some had become bloody corpses. The air was filled with a disgusting rotten smell. There must have been a terrible battle here just now.
She seems to be dead.
Because she didn't stand on the ground, and she didn't chase the woman in white with a sword and cut her as hard as she did last time. She floated in the air, and her fingers couldn't really squeeze into the palm of her hand, as if she was just a remnant wandering soul, floating unwillingly in the place where she died tragically.
In a trance, she saw Nanyang.
Nanyang knelt on the ground, holding a lifeless woman tightly in his arms. A snow-blue long sword pierced through the woman's heart. The sword was pressed against the front of the chest, and the long blade pierced terribly from the back. The dazzling blood dyed all the white clothes on Nanyang's body dark red. .
She stared at the dead woman for a while before realizing that it was herself.
She is dead.
How did she die
Qing Huan recalled for a long time before she remembered what happened a few hours ago.
She wants to kill Nanyang, because Nanyang is her own enemy of extermination, and her father asks him to kill her, she must be obedient, she can't help but kill. Although she clearly knew in her heart that she did not want to hurt that woman, she had no way of ordering her body. She has been forced to drink human blood by her father for too long. She was devoured by backlash a long time ago, and she has long been unable to dominate her consciousness.
Since she lost her mind, her every word and deed had to be controlled by Daddy's fascination, like a puppet pulled by silk threads, he made her laugh, she laughed, he made her cry, she cried .
This body is already a half-dead puppet.
Dad said, go and kill Nanyang. So with tears in her eyes, she raised a sword and used all her strength to swipe at her beloved again and again.
She struggled desperately countless times, but never once defeated the body controlled by the Fascinating Gu. Her consciousness was clearly still alive, but she could only watch as she personally sent Nanyang to the end.
Nanyang has never resisted. She was cut with scars by herself, unable to retreat, and reached the cliff in despair.
And she still didn't stop, she even used her internal strength to stab her last sword at her vital point.
Nanyang slowly closed his eyes, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. She was as quiet as a white crane waiting to return home, calmly facing the retribution she was about to accept.
But how could she really kill her
That was the woman she loved the most in her life.
If one of you and I must die, why would I choose to let you die
Master, how could I choose to let you die
Even if my body tells me that I can't love you anymore, but Master, my soul, my instinct will always have supreme loyalty to you.
So at the last moment of lightning and flint, she abruptly reversed the trend of the sword in her hand and withdrew it. She didn't stop, but grabbed Nanyang's hand holding Luoshuang, sent her chest to the tip of Luoshuang's sword, and steadily greeted her.
laugh-
The subtle sound of the sword's edge cutting through the clothes and flesh roared in his ears.
The blood spattered from the stabbed heart smashed Nanyang's face. When Nanyang raised her eyes, the heavy blood stains on her eyelids blocked her view of her lover, and plump blood beads dripped down her eyelashes one after another.
tick. tick.
It dripped on her fingers holding Nanyang, like red petals falling from a fresh snow.
The sword enters the heart, and there is no cure.
She died very quickly, basically at the same time when Nanyang hugged her body that was unable to fall, her soul was pulled away, and she floated in the air blankly, looking at Nanyang's arms that had disappeared. Body with signs of life.
That's how he died.
turn out to be…
She is suicide.
Nanyang seemed to have forgotten to blink, holding his dead little apprentice dumbfounded. After a long while, she raised her hand tremblingly and touched Qing Huan's side face, cautiously as she wanted to touch it but didn't dare. Her fingertips slowly slid across Qing Huan's delicate face, across her lower jaw, across her throat, and finally stopped at the side of her neck and pressed it down gently.
It was as peaceful as death, completely losing the throbbing vitality that a normal person should have.
When Nanyang realized the death of the person in his arms, his eyes were filled with confusion. She knelt there so stiffly, her blood-stained fingers tightly wrapped around the corpse's shoulders, not daring to move.
The confrontation between the good and the evil is still clamoring in my ears, and the questioning of the evil and the scolding of the decent are incessant. The cluttered sound of swords touching is like turbid river water mixed with disgusting water plants, pouring into people's eyes, nose and mouth recklessly. They have their own debates to argue, and their own forces to compete for, but what they are going to fight for has nothing to do with the master and apprentice separated by death in the corner of the canyon.
Qing Huan wanted to wipe the tears off Nan Yang's face, she wanted to tell her, Master, don't cry, I don't regret it.
I never regret it, and I never blame you.
I understand that it is not your fault that you, as a decent Lord, slaughtered the whole family of evil sects more than ten years ago. It's not your fault that I survived that catastrophe by chance, and was adopted by you in the northern border. I have always known that you are also helplessly ups and downs in this fate, and you also have your own involuntary. I understand, so, I never hated you, even for a moment.
Not only do I not hate you, but I also don't hate Daddy, and I don't hate Beifu. I know that in this chaotic world, you all have your own difficulties, and it is not the result that any of you want to see that I am a victim of this.
I don't hate you at all.
I'm just sorry.
Master, I will never be by your side again, how will you live
Who will take care of you
They all think that you are the most powerful Lord in the world, and they all think that you are cold, strong, and impeccable. But only I know that Master is just an idiot who can't even take care of himself. He can't cook well, and he can't wash his clothes. When he wants to eat candied fruit, he won't ask for it. If you don't have me by your side, who can take care of you like me, like a child
Who else will find out that you are as vulnerable as a child
Master.
How can I die with peace of mind.
You see, you are crying like this, and there is no one to help you wipe your tears.
Not a single person realizes that no matter how high the gods are, they will cry.
When she was about to raise her hand to touch the corner of Nanyang's eyes, her eyes suddenly flickered.
After being in a trance, she was no longer in the canyon that screamed and killed. There were cold snowflakes falling one by one in her hair. She rubbed her eyes and realized that she had returned to Beifu Mountain, where snow falls all year round.
She didn't know what age it was, but she could only vaguely see a pair of gray-white cross-links attached to the door lintel not far away, with four dark characters on it, which were rolled up by the wind and snow, making it blurry and unclear.
Nanyang sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, looking as cold and elegant as ever. She was wearing a simple and clean white robe with dark embroidery of the crane pattern, holding the snow-blue falling frost in her left hand, and the index finger of her right hand stroked the sharp blade lightly.
Nanyang pursed his lips, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then quickly opened up again with relief.
She held the hilt of Luoshuang's sword with her left hand and right hand, and slowly raised it, so that the tip of the sword was facing herself. She stared into the distance in a trance, and pressed the blade to the heart of her chest. The sharp blade pressed out a few tiny folds on her white clothes, and the hands that clenched the hilt of the sword were slightly facing each other.
What is she going to do
To commit suicide
Do not…
Can't…
no…
Nanyang suddenly raised his lips and chuckled lightly. She looked at the four big characters on the lintel not far away, a thin layer of tears appeared in her eyes, as if she had finally been released, and clenched the hilt of the sword.
Master...
don't want.
Please.
please.
don't want.
After a while, those light brown eyes sank and sank into a pool of determination, and the snow-blue sword blades were sent into the thin body with all their might—
"division-"
Qing Huan struggled to sit up from the bed, and there was still half a sentence in her mouth when she stopped the sound she brought out in her sleep.
She was covered in sweat, and the sweat from the tip of her nose slipped into the person, and there was a sharp pain between her eyebrows. With a slight movement of the hand resting on the edge of the bed, you can feel the sticky moisture in the palm of your hand.
"Well… "
Nan Yang, who was sleeping beside him, let out a groan and turned over slightly. Soft black long hair slid down from her bare shoulders and wrapped around her red-scarred collarbone.
The cold wind from the crack of the window blew in, and the crumpled chocolate paper on the table moved.
Again... another dream.
Qing Huan's chest rose and fell violently, and she couldn't break free from the too real dream for a long time. She tried to calm her breath, her eyes drooping slightly, and she happened to see the crystal-red round jade that Nanyang gave her on her neck.
This jade...
It seems that since wearing this piece of jade, she will always have strange dreams that seem to be real, and there will always be Nanyang in her dreams. They seem to have spent many long years together, and there have been many helpless separations. Some dreams she can remember sporadically after waking up, and some dreams can no longer be recalled.
Like that dream just now. It may still be vivid in my eyes now, but after a few hours, when I fall asleep again, there will be no traces left in my memory. She can only remember the content of the dream during the hours of dreaming and the moment she just woke up, and once her drowsiness is completely eliminated, she will forget most of the dream.
She could only remember that she had one strange dream after another. When thinking about the specific plot, only a few blurry pictures flashed before my eyes.
For example, Nanyang in white.
For example, a snow-blue long sword inserted in his chest.
Although she knew that it was all a dream, she had an indescribable feeling in her heart, like a green shoot barely covered by thin soil, about to emerge, but she couldn't break through the soil.
Hesitating to speak, it is in jeopardy.
Nan Yang, who was beside him, moved again. Because Qing Huan sat up abruptly, the quilt was lifted by a corner, and the cold wind poured into the originally warm quilt, freezing the cold woman who was sleeping.
Nanyang's sleep has always been light, and the cool wind touched her arm, and she woke up.
Seeing Qinghuan sitting beside the bed in a daze, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and said hoarsely, "Qinghuan, what's wrong?"
When Qing Huan heard Nan Yang's voice, her nose was sore, she bent down and hugged Nan Yang, and said aggrievedly in her ear: "I, I just had a dream, I... I... dreamed that you committed suicide. already."
Nanyang was startled.
She quickly concealed the gaffe in her eyes, hugged Qinghuan back, and whispered softly: "How could I commit suicide, if I commit suicide, who is lying here?"
"Well." Qing Huan hugged her a little tighter.
"Go to sleep, aren't you going to resume work tomorrow?" Nan Yang rubbed his charming long curly hair.
"It's alright." Qing Huan paused, then realized that she had destroyed Nan Yang's good dream, and felt guilty in her heart, "I... Did I disturb you to sleep?"
"No, I slept lightly, I don't blame you."
As soon as Nanyang finished speaking, there was a "gu--" sound from his thin abdomen.
Waking up in the middle of the night, hunger is inevitable. After all, the last bite of food she ate was the piece of caviar sushi that Qinghuan forcibly stuffed her.
"Hungry?" Qing Huan's attention was immediately diverted. She kissed Nan Yang's earlobe and motioned her to let go, "Wait for a while, and I'll go make you something to eat."
"It's a big night, forget it." Nanyang didn't want to delay her shooting tomorrow.
Qing Huan knew that she didn't want to trouble herself, so she changed her tone and said, "Then I won't cook, so I'll make you some honey water."
Nanyang touched his belly and was silent for a while, unable to overcome the pressing hunger in his belly, and finally nodded.
Qing Huan put on fluffy pajamas, put on warm cotton slippers, got out of bed, and walked to the coffee table. She pulled out her usual bag of honey from the tray, turned on the electric kettle to boil water, and poured the honey into a clean glass. After the small bag was poured, she glanced at Nan Yang who was wearing clothes, thought for a moment, and then took out another small bag and poured it in.
In fact, one bag is enough, but since that woman is so addicted to sweets, give her a little more.
After the water was boiled, she took a small metal spoon, poured the water while stirring, and quickly made a cup of rich honey water. Carefully holding the hot rim of the water glass, she walked into the bedroom with small steps.
Nan Yang was only wearing the white cotton and linen shirt with delicate wooden buttons. When he was doing that, the shirt was pressed under them, and the collar of the shirt was sticky and wet. Because of the sticky wetness, Nanyang didn't button any of the buttons nearby, so the four buttons on the top of her dress were all open, and the beautiful scenery was loomingly hidden by the damp collar with a filthy color. Makes people dare not look directly.
Qing Huan coughed dryly and forced herself to focus on the glass in her hand.
She sat sideways on the edge of the bed, picked up a small spoon, scooped up a small spoon of honey water, and carefully blew it to cool it. After blowing it, she touched her lower lip first to make sure the temperature was just right, and then raised the spoon and handed it to Nanyang's mouth.
Nanyang lightly opened his lips and took the spoonful of honey water.
Looking at the tip of her tongue sticking out slightly when she opened her mouth, Qing Huan couldn't help swallowing.
It was obvious that Nanyang didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but she felt that every move she made was seducing herself.
After Nanyang drank six spoonfuls, he stopped: "Okay, it's not advisable to eat too much at night."
"Drink some more."
She also wanted to see her rosy little tongue licking the metal spoon.
"… All right."
Nanyang has always only tolerated her, no matter what unreasonable request she makes, she will agree.
Qing Huan fed a whole glass of honey water into Nanyang's belly, but she didn't see enough. Nanyang's drinking honey water was really tempting, like a man standing beside an ancient Roman column drinking water with his head bowed. Noble white horse. She glanced at the empty glass, hurriedly got up and walked to the living room, saying, "I'll make you another glass."
Nanyang: "..."
The second cup was also quickly fed.
The third cup was rushed over.
Cup after cup.
Like its owner, it knows no restraint and has no end.
When Qing Huan was about to drink the fourth cup, Nan Yang grabbed her wrist, her brows were already wrinkled: "I... I'm really full."
She put her hand on her lower abdomen, and through a layer of shirts, she could see that it was round.
Only then did Qing Huan realize what she had just done, and her face turned red.
"Go to sleep." Nan Yang took the glass in Qing Huan's hand, put it on the bedside table, and pulled her to lead her to bed, "You have to get up early tomorrow, don't stay up late."
Qing Huan lay obediently beside Nan Yang, helped Nan Yang to tuck into bed, hugged Nan Yang, and rubbed her long jet-black hair.
Nanyang didn't speak again.
After a long time, Qing Huan could clearly hear from Nan Yang's breathing that she hadn't fallen asleep.
"What's the matter, can't you sleep?" She took the initiative to ask the person in her arms.
Nanyang pursed his lips and replied softly, "... a little bit up."
Drink too much honey water.
Qinghuan guiltily put her hand on Nanyang's belly, and gently rubbed her through a layer of clothing, "I'm sorry... I... shouldn't have given you so much."
"… fine."
"Sleep... sleep..."
Nanyang closed his eyes, and the discomfort in his abdomen was relieved a lot by Qing Huan's proper rubbing. She was very tired tonight. After her stomach was full, she was surrounded by a warm wife who was like water, and she soon fell asleep.
Slowly, her breathing became longer.
Qing Huan had been brewing for a long time, but she couldn't fall asleep.
She bit her lip tightly and couldn't help recalling that dream not long ago. In fact, she couldn't remember the content of the dream clearly, but an idea suddenly occurred to her. Although it appeared inexplicably, it was extremely strong and urgent.
When they were sincere to each other just now, the light in the room was very dark, and she didn't see Nanyang's body clearly.
She wanted to take a look now.
Nanyang was already asleep, his long eyelashes resting on his lower eyelids, shaking gently with his breathing. Qing Huan quietly picked up the phone, barely illuminated it with the screen light, and carefully unbuttoned the few buttons on the white shirt. After removing the last one, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and lifted her collar.
On the snow-white skin on the chest, where the heart of the left chest is, there is a deep and hideous scar.