"Hey, I remembered." Lou Qingwu smiled lightly, as if it was a flash in the pan.
She leaned down, still with a clear voice, "Now that you remember it, you probably haven't forgotten what you did back then. In the eleventh year of Yonghe, you fell in love with the proprietress of the Emerald Rouge Shop in Jingzhong. The proprietress doesn't care. Ken, so you brought your thugs to rape at night, and after you were discovered, you killed fifteen people in the rouge shop, and even burned them all."
"..."
"Li Ziqing, sixteen lives, I have been looking for you for three years." The person who was standing in front of him alive one day turned into a charred corpse the next day, she thought, she would never forget that feeling in this life It won't drop. "Li Ziqing, have I told you that the real owner of the rouge shop is me. And they are my people."
He killed them, how could he not avenge him
"Hmm..." Li Ziqing suddenly struggled desperately, staring at Lou Qingwu in horror.
The smile on the corner of Lou Qingwu's mouth deepened, but she asked an inexplicable question: "Do you like painting?"
Li Ziqing was frightened and nodded instinctively.
Lou Qingwu's brows and eyes became more gentle, "I like it too."
Since everyone likes it, it hit it off.
So, under Li Ziqing's suspicious gaze, she turned around slowly. When he came back, he had an extra black wooden box in his hand, with a gold-plated lock and dark patterns, very delicate, but inexplicably filled with a sense of cold uneasiness.
He moved backward desperately, but couldn't move a centimeter.
"It's really not good." Lou Qingwu bent down and approached his body, but in an instant, a touch of coldness slid towards Li Ziqing's face again.
Only this time, it was no longer a finger, but a delicate knife.
With a perfect smile, Lou Qingwu pressed the button to the side. Li Ziqing was horrified to find that the rope on her wrist began to rise, and she was hoisted up, not too high or too low, half a foot in the air. He was so frightened that he looked uneasily at the gentle and beautiful woman opposite.
Pure as a white lotus, but who can guarantee that her heart is not made of poppies
Lou Qingwu looked up at his body, he had a handsome face and a good figure, as expected... he was very suitable for painting.
Now, where do we start
She tilted her head, very hesitant.
"If you hurt any part of the skin, it won't look good."
She murmured, still with a soft and good voice, but Li Ziqing was frightened by her next action and lost two souls.
She, she, she... what do you want to do? !
"Then let's start here." The hand was lifted slightly, revealing the veins on the wrist that were blue and exposed due to tension.
With a light swipe of the sharp blade, blood beads rolled out one after another, watering the icy ground, and blooming gorgeous residual flowers.
Beautiful, really beautiful.
Lou Qingwu took two steps back, watching the blood dripping continuously, the excitement in her eyes became even more dazzling.
But it is spotless, and the night is frightening.
In the early morning of the next day, a golden glow fell on the tower of Linyang Town, and a huge painting was hung on it at some unknown time. After a while, because of its majestic painting style and lifelike strokes, many people stood and watched.
"This is really a good painting."
"Isn't it? Look at the mountains, the water, the peaks... especially the young master holding the fan in the painting. The painting is really realistic, but... it looks familiar."
"Hey, it really looks like Master Li Jiatang."
"You read that right?"
"Of course not! Didn't you watch the lawsuit between the two sisters of the Li family and the Shen family yesterday? It was quite an uproar, and that sister's death was really tragic. Up to now, no one has collected the body outside the Shen residence. Two dead bodies, hey..."
"Speaking of this Young Master Li Jiatang, since he came to Linyang Town three years ago, there have been quite a few girls from good families who have been abandoned by him, and no one cares about them?"
"Control? How?! You don't know, I heard that Mr. Li San is from Beijing, and he has something to do with the prime minister of the court. If we don't put yesterday's scene aside, he will be imprisoned anyway! Hey, this is not our concern. Yes, let's look at the painting..."
"Yes! Look at the painting, look at the painting! This painting is really similar, look, the skin is so tender, the eyeballs, and the pen and ink of the lips are so exquisite and lifelike, ah! Look, the hair can still move Woolen cloth?"
"Eh?... the hair moves?"
The onlookers got closer.
"ah-"
I don't know who screamed first, and everyone trembled in fright: "That... that's human skin, evil... it's a human skin painting..."
"Dead... dead..."
The onlookers all dispersed in an instant.
The panicked screams pierced the eardrums.
Lou Qingwu opened the curtain, looked innocently at the panicked crowd with her chin in her hands, moved her gaze upwards, and landed on the painting that occupied a large area of the city gate, the smile on her lips became softer, it was indeed a beautiful painting ah.
Not in vain, she didn't sleep all night.
Look, everyone likes it very much.
"Master, it's windy, we should go back." The lame boy beside the carriage said at the right time. The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered most of his face. The exposed half of his immature face was not fully opened, but he was very well-born, with red lips and white teeth. But he has a pair of black eyes that don't match his age, as deep as ink, with vicissitudes and loneliness in the eyes, and one more look makes people wonder about his past.
"Yi, where's the thing?" Lou Qingwu rested her chin lazily, her bright eyes were kind, and when she looked straight at the other party, it gave people a very gentle feeling, but people who knew her could see it from this gentleness. Ghostly excitement. I haven't practiced for a long time, and I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with it.
The boy turned around and handed over an exquisite wooden box.
Lou Qingwu stretched out her slender and slender fingers, and grabbed the wooden box. She looked at the skull totem blooming on the box, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, like a simple girl who got something she loved, and she was easily satisfied.
She couldn't wait to open it, and a neat row of bones appeared in front of her eyes.
The bones were washed clean, almost translucent white, like fine white jade. She looked at it greedily, twisted a piece, and played with it in her hand, reluctant to let go, the more she looked at it, the happier she was, and immediately took a small knife as thin as a cicada's wing on the right side of the wooden box, and fluttered her fingers, flying freely on the bone .
Her whole person is more like a painting, bright and vibrant, the girl's serious side face is gentle and calm, like a real sculptor, if what she holds...isn't a human bone.
The young man glanced at his master who had completely forgotten about him, sighed maturely, drew the curtain, got into the carriage, raised the whip, the carriage moved slowly, and passed another carriage that was also parked here at some unknown time. When they passed by, the curtains of the two carriages were blown up by the wind, and the bone fragments under Lou Qingwu's knife fell into the other carriage like flying butterflies, and lay in the palm of one person.
The man's slender, jade-like fingertips lightly grind the bone chips, and for a while, the purple streamer in his pitch-black eyes flashed past, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch.
Human bones
"Master, it's time to leave. If it's too late, the city gate will be closed."
"Then let's stay for another day." The deep and melodious voice was clear and light, short but with undeniable awe.