Sixty-sixth bowl of soup (1)

In just three days, the female ghost experienced a woman's life from joy to sorrow.

On the first day, she was in the arms of a young man. The young man looked handsome, considerate and affectionate. When he held her in his arms, he felt really warm and tender, and seemed to make people drown in his affectionate eyes.

But the female ghost felt chill all over.

It was clearly such a warm embrace, why did she still feel cold? When she looked up and saw the young man, she understood this question. Because although he was smiling on his face and the corners of his mouth, his eyes were not smiling.

It was a cold, heartless, with a deep hatred expression.

But she didn't say anything, listening to him quietly in the arms of the young man. If all hypocrisy is put aside, then the two of them can really be said to be a fairy couple.

The next day, she was tied to the bed, and the ropes were deeply trapped into her limbs, and at the same time, there was an extremely humiliating pain. The pain might not be hers, but the host, but the female ghost felt it, and was extremely clear. She felt the deep incredible and sadness in the host's heart, and then watched the gentle young man in his memory turn into a heartless devil and rage on him.

What is this?

Memories surged towards the female ghost like a tide. It turned out that the host was the daughter of this young enemy. Her father killed his whole family, so he wanted to avenge his family, so he took the brunt of the enemy's pearl Fu Liuli.

Glaze is brittle, like a pearl or a treasure.

The youth will be so fiercely that her father loves her. Now she is no longer the daughter of Grand Secretary Shi Ling, but a concubine in Grand Secretary’s family.

My father died and was executed on charges of colluding with the enemy and treason. Only she was taken out by the young man and placed in the Censor's Mansion. No one knew about it, including the emperor who deeply trusted this powerful minister.

When Fu Liuli learned everything, she collapsed. However, the young man took her and forced her to see with his own eyes that the whole family, Yu Caijiekou, had his head beheaded, and the heads were rolling everywhere. The executioner picked them up and threw them into the bag like melons.

Then he brought her back and took possession of her when she was on the verge of madness.

It's another deception.

It's betrayal again.

The female ghost was infected. She didn't even know whether it was Fu Liuli's memory or her own, nor who the pain was. She just lost all her reason and restraint, and became resentful of this world, resentment, and resentment of the man on her body.

All the pain is brought by men.

On the third day, not only Fu Liuli, but also female ghosts, were completely out of control.

After ten hours of pain, the whole person seemed to have been torn apart. There was no word to describe this crazy pain. She didn't want to stay in the world. She wanted to return to the bottom of the Forgetful River. It was also good there. Wherever she was, there was no need to hide all sadness and no need to restrain all madness.

But she finally woke up, accompanied by the overwhelming blood under her.

A lunatic gave birth to a dead child.

No one dares to take the dead child away from the madman's arms. He only knows that this is a child with flesh and blood, including his nose, eyes and mouth. If he takes good care of his care during the madman's pregnancy, he should be very healthy. After being born, he can walk, talk, call his mother, and grow up safely.

But his mother was a madman, a madman who was tortured and lost her mind and was locked in the west wing. No one knew about her pregnancy, and no one knew about her child. Until her crazy wail resounded through the sky, someone went to the west wing to see the blood in the sky.

Fu Liuli held the dead child tightly, and the flesh and blood were still warm when she left her body, but she knew he was dead.

He died before he was born.

He didn't even have the chance to cry and died.

Her sob crying sounded like a curse of an evil ghost, and it came to every place in this gorgeous mansion, because she did not allow anyone to approach, and whoever approached would bite and kill whoever. The servants despised this place and naturally would not come over. The Censor was not in the mansion and could not notify him for a short time.

Fu Liuli hugged the dead child like this. After holding it for a long time, she still kissed the cold and stiff flesh that had turned into purple and black with gentle maternal love.

She hurts.

It hurts even more than being in Wangchuan. It hurts when you die, and when you are alive. All the beauty and kindness of the previous few worlds combined can not resist the pain of being torn to pieces at this moment.

But she knew that she could not continue like this. For a few moments, she couldn't tell whether she was a female ghost from Wangchuan or a madman who had lost her mind.

It's okay if she goes crazy, but she is extremely awake. The more painful it is, the more awake she is.

She is nothing at all.

The people she met had were not hers. They were Feng Jin’s, Qianxun’s, Qingshun’s, but only the pain was from female ghosts.

She was not any of those women, she was so dark and misunderstood. Even if she tried hard to restrain herself, even if she tried her best to get better, she would still not be able to get better.

She is like Liuli now, suffering from physical and mental pain and pain in her bones.

There was no one in the west wing room, and the servants were whispering outside the door. No one knew who this lunatic was. They only knew that the adults locked her in half a year ago. After that, no one was allowed to enter and exit the west wing room. For half a year, they often heard crying from the west wing room, and gradually knew that there was a lunatic living inside, but it was the first time that such a wailing like today.

Someone dared to go in a few steps, but as soon as they entered, they smelled a pungent smell of blood. They didn't dare to get close, but just watched from a distance. But the crazy man's eyes seemed to be about to eat people. The messy and dirty face made them unable to see her appearance and outline, and only knew that the black eyes were so bright that it was scary.

This empty West Room, this fickle human heart, this overwhelming loneliness, and the flesh and blood that are separated from her body are hers.

Fu Liuli held the dead child in her arms as if holding some treasure, and crawled forward with difficulty with the other hand to get the bone pipa that appeared on the table at some time.

She held the pipa and the dead child, her eyes were red, but she did not shed a single tear.

Then she calmed down. She couldn't live like this. She still had to live. She had to leave here and she had to find all her memories. Only pain was not enough. She needed something as the motivation to survive.

She is not the real Fu Liuli. She can't just be sank here as if she is ashamed. She wants to get back everything that belongs to Fu Liuli, but she cannot let herself be influenced by Fu Liuli, and thus become a walking corpse like Fu Liuli.

She wants to live.

When Ren Wusi arrived at the west wing, what he saw was different from what the servants said.

He even thought that what he saw was the sixteen-year-old Fu Liuli, the girl who was as beautiful as glass, as pure as glass, and as precious as glass.

She was wearing very clean today, which was not the same as when she was locked in by him half a year ago. Her hair was neatly combed, revealing her beautiful little face, her eyes were gentle like that of the past, and there were steaming food on the table, two bowls of wontons, which emitted an attractive fragrance.

"Are you back?"

She was like a wife waiting for her husband to return home, and came over to hold his hand, with bright eyes: "I made delicious wontons, can you eat a bowl with me?"

At that time, he was still a student who had not won the exam, so she always secretly ran out to find him, brought him his favorite food, and asked him to eat with him.

Ren Wusi was a little lost. He no longer remembered the last time he saw the normal Fu Liuli, maybe a year ago, two years ago, or three years ago?

She had been crazy for three years, but it was not until half a year ago that he was appointed by the emperor to inspect Jiangnan and sent her to the west wing to lock her up so that others would not be able to find out about her identity and cause unnecessary trouble. But no matter what he could have imagined that after he came back, he saw such a tender Fu Liuli.

There was only hatred between them, but now there seemed to be love.

She pulled him to the table and sat down. The environment in the west wing was simple, but it gave Ren Wusi a feeling 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 added to the wonton, just pure fresh meat. However, the color of the meat looked particularly bright red, and the white wonton skin made people's index fingers move.

When did she learn to cook...

Fu Liuli looked at him and smiled, holding her chin. She was now twenty-two and was no longer a girl, but her eyebrows were innocent and innocent, and she clearly looked like a girl. She smiled when eating wontons, as if she could satisfy her by giving her a little bit.

"Liuli, what's wrong with today? Such a good person."

His voice was very gentle, as if he was back to the young man many years ago, under the moon, vows and all was true.

But in fact they are all fake.

Fu Liuli looked at him with a smile, and slowly the gentle and virtuous she pretended to be gone. She changed from a smile to a big laugh, and finally she couldn't bear to smile, with obvious mockery and deep hatred on her face.

It was like he hated her father for killing his whole family, now it was her turn.

But what is the difference between this and a female ghost?

Perhaps, she could see at first sight that Ren Wusi really loved Fu Liuli, but the female ghost was not loved by anyone.

But what's the use of such love? It's better to ruin it cleanly and not be tied to death if you live or die.

"Is it delicious?" she asked with a smile. "Is our children's meat delicious?"
Chapter completed!