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 was handsome and thoughtful. When he held her in his arms, he was really warm like water, and it seemed that he could drown in his affectionate eyes.

But the female ghost felt cold all over.

Even with such a warm embrace, why does she still feel cold? When she raised her head and saw the young man, she understood this question. Because although he was smiling, the corners of his mouth were smiling, but his eyes were not smiling.

It was a cold, unfeeling, deeply hateful expression.

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

The next day she was strapped to the bed, the ropes digging deep into her limbs, accompanied by extremely humiliating pain. That kind of pain might not be hers, but the host's, but the female ghost feels the same and is very clear. She felt the deep disbelief and sadness in the host's heart, and then watched the gentle and elegant youth in her memory turn into a ruthless devil and wreak havoc on her.

What is this?

Memories rushed to 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, and he chose the enemy's pearl, Fu Liuli, first.

Glass is fragile, like pearls and treasures.

How much her father loves her, how fiercely the youth destroys her. Now she is no longer the daughter of Lord Taishi Ling, but a concubine in Lord Censor's family.

My father died. On the charge of collaborating with the enemy and treason, the whole family was beheaded. Only she was brought out by the youth and placed in the censor's mansion. No one knew, including the emperor who deeply trusted this powerful minister.

Fu Liuli collapsed when she learned everything, but the young man took her and forced her to see with her own eyes that the whole family was beheaded at Caijiekou. Picked them up, like melons, and threw them into the bag at will.

He then brought her back and possessed her when she was on the brink of madness.

Another deception.

Another betrayal.

The female ghost was infected. She didn't even know if it was Fu Liuli's memory or her own, or who the pain was. She just lost all reason and restraint, and became resentful of the world. He resented himself, and he resented the man on him.

All suffering is caused by men.

On the third day, not only Fu Liuli, but the female ghost was completely out of control.

For ten hours of pain, the whole person seems to be torn apart. There are no words to describe this crazy pain. She just doesn't want to stay in the world, and wants to return to the bottom of the Forgotten River. , where it is also good, where there is no need to cover up all sadness and no restraint from all madness.

But she finally woke up, with blood pouring out of her body.

A madman gave birth to a dead child.

No one dares to take the dead child away from the madman's arms. They only know that this is a child with flesh and blood, including nose, eyes and mouth. , can walk, speak, call mother, and 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 had given birth to a child. It was not until her crazy howls resounded through the sky that no one saw the blood in the west wing.

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

Died without being born.

He died without even a chance to cry.

Her sobbing cry is like the curse of evil spirits, which descends on every part of this gorgeous mansion, because she does not let anyone approach, whoever gets close will bite and kill anyone, the servants despise this place, Naturally, he won't come, and since the Censor is not in the mansion, he cannot be notified in a short time.

Fu Liuli held the dead child like this for a long time, still with tender and lingering maternal love, to kiss the cold and stiff mass of flesh that had turned purple and black.

She hurts.

It hurts even more than being in Wangchuan. It hurts to die, and it hurts to live. All the goodness and goodness of the previous worlds can't equal the pain that even the soul is torn to shreds at this moment.

But she knew she couldn't go on like this. For a few moments, she couldn't tell whether she was a ghost from Wangchuan or a lunatic who lost her mind.

It's okay to be crazy, but she's very awake, the more pain she gets, the more awake she becomes.

She's nothing at all.

The people she met and the beauty she had were not hers. It belongs to Feng Jin, Qian Xun, and Qingluo, but only Pain belongs to the female ghost.

She is not one of those women, she is so dark and misunderstood, even if she tries to restrain herself, even if she tries so hard to get better, she still won't get better.

She is like the current Liuli, suffering in body and mind, and the pain penetrates into the bone marrow.

There is no one in the west wing, and the servants are whispering outside the door. No one knows who this madman is, only that the adults locked her in half a year ago. After that, no one was allowed to enter or leave the west wing. In the past six months, they often heard cries from the west wing, and gradually they knew that there was a lunatic living inside, but it was the first time that such a wailing was like today.

Some people dared to go in a few steps, but they smelled the pungent blood as soon as they entered. They did not dare to approach, but watched from a distance, but the madman's eyes seemed to eat people, and the messy hair was dirty Dirty face made them unable to see her appearance and outline, only knew that the pair of black eyes were terrifyingly bright.

This empty west wing, this fickle heart, this overwhelming loneliness, and the flesh and blood separated from her body belong to her.

Fu Liuli held the dead child in her arms as if she was holding some treasure, while the other hand groped and crawled forward with difficulty to get the white-boned lute that appeared on the table at some point.

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

Then she calmed down, she couldn't just live with it like this, she still had to live, she had to get out of here, she had to get back all her memories, only pain is not enough, she needs something to survive 's motivation.

She is not the real Fu Liuli, she can't just hang herself here, she wants to get back everything that belongs to Fu Liuli, but she can't let herself be influenced by Fu Liuli and become like Fu Liuli The Walking Dead.

She wants to live.

When Ren Wusi went to 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 Liuli, as pure as Liuli, and as precious as Liuli.

She's dressed clean today, not at all the same as when she was locked in by him half a year ago. His hair was neatly combed, revealing that beautiful little face, his eyes were as gentle as those of the past, and there was still steaming food on the table, two bowls of small wontons, with a tempting fragrance.

"Are you back?"

Like a wife waiting for her husband to return home, she came over and held his hand, her eyes sparkling: "I made delicious wontons, would you like to eat a bowl with me?"

At that time, he was still a student who had not yet obtained a title, so she would always sneak out to find him like this, bring him her favorite food, and then ask him to accompany him to eat.

Ren Wusi was a little lost. He couldn't remember the last time he saw a normal Fu Liuli, maybe a year ago, two years ago, or three years ago?

She had been insane for three years, but it wasn't until half a year ago that he was appointed by the emperor to inspect Jiangnan, and he sent her to the west wing to be locked up, lest others find out her identity and cause unnecessary trouble. But he could never have imagined that when he came back, he saw such a tender-hearted Fu Liuli.

Obviously there is only hatred left between them, but at this moment there seems to be love.

She took him to the table and sat down. The environment of the west wing can only be described as simple, but it gave Ren Wusi a homely feeling.

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 exceptionally bright red. The white wonton wrappers make people move their index fingers more and more.

When did she learn to cook...

Fu Liuli looked at him and smiled, holding her chin. She is now twenty-two, and she is no longer a girl, but her eyes are innocent and innocent, and she looks like a girl again. She smiled when she was eating wontons, as if she could be satisfied with just a little bit.

"Liu Li, what's the matter today, such a good guy."

His voice was very gentle, as if he had returned to that young man many years ago.

But it's all fake.

Fu Liuli looked at him with a smile, and slowly her disguised gentleness and virtuousness disappeared. She changed from a smile to a big laugh, and at the end she couldn't help laughing, with obvious sarcasm on her face, and a bone-chilling expression on her face. hatred.

As if he hated her father for killing his family, now it's her turn.

But how is this different from a female ghost?

Probably, she saw at first glance that Ren Wusi really loved Fu Liuli, but the female ghost was not loved by anyone.

What's the use of just such love? It's better to destroy it neatly, and then you won't be entangled in life and death.

"Is it delicious?" she asked with a smile. "Is our child's meat delicious?"

Under the candlelight, her beautiful jade face is like a ghost full of hatred, with a strong yin, asking cruel words,

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 was handsome and thoughtful. When he held her in his arms, he was really warm like water, and it seemed that he could drown in his affectionate eyes.

But the female ghost felt cold all over.

Even with such a warm embrace, why does she still feel cold? When she raised her head and saw the young man, she understood this question. Because although he was smiling, the corners of his mouth were smiling, but his eyes were not smiling.

It was a cold, unfeeling, deeply hateful expression.

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

The next day she was strapped to the bed, the ropes digging deep into her limbs, accompanied by extremely humiliating pain. That kind of pain might not be hers, but the host's, but the female ghost feels the same and is very clear. She felt the deep disbelief and sadness in the host's heart, and then watched the gentle and elegant youth in her memory turn into a ruthless devil and wreak havoc on her.

What is this?

Memories rushed to 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, and he chose the enemy's pearl, Fu Liuli, first.

Glass is fragile, like pearls and treasures.

How much her father loves her, how fiercely the youth destroys her. Now she is no longer the daughter of Lord Taishi Ling, but a concubine in Lord Censor's family.

My father died. On the charge of collaborating with the enemy and treason, the whole family was beheaded. Only she was brought out by the youth and placed in the censor's mansion. No one knew, including the emperor who deeply trusted this powerful minister.

Fu Liuli collapsed when she learned everything, but the young man took her and forced her to see with her own eyes that the whole family was beheaded at Caijiekou. Picked them up, like melons, and threw them into the bag at will.

He then brought her back and possessed her when she was on the brink of madness.

Another deception.

Another betrayal.

The female ghost was infected. She didn't even know if it was Fu Liuli's memory or her own, or who the pain was. She just lost all reason and restraint, and became resentful of the world. He resented himself, and he resented the man on him.

All suffering is caused by men.

On the third day, not only Fu Liuli, but the female ghost was completely out of control.

For ten hours of pain, the whole person seems to be torn apart. There are no words to describe this crazy pain. She just doesn't want to stay in the world, and wants to return to the bottom of the Forgotten River. , where it is also good, where there is no need to cover up all sadness and no restraint from all madness.

But she finally woke up, with blood pouring out of her body.

A madman gave birth to a dead child.

No one dares to take the dead child away from the madman's arms. They only know that this is a child with flesh and blood, including nose, eyes and mouth. , can walk, speak, call mother, and 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 had given birth to a child. It was not until her crazy howls resounded through the sky that no one saw the blood in the west wing.

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

Died without being born.

He died without even a chance to cry.

Her sobbing cry is like the curse of evil spirits, which descends on every part of this gorgeous mansion, because she does not let anyone approach, whoever gets close will bite and kill anyone, the servants despise this place, Naturally, he won't come, and since the Censor is not in the mansion, he cannot be notified in a short time.

Fu Liuli held the dead child like this for a long time, still with tender and lingering maternal love, to kiss the cold and stiff mass of flesh that had turned purple and black.

She hurts.

It hurts even more than being in Wangchuan. It hurts to die, and it hurts to live. All the goodness and goodness of the previous worlds can't equal the pain that even the soul is torn to shreds at this moment.

But she knew she couldn't go on like this. For a few moments, she couldn't tell whether she was a ghost from Wangchuan or a lunatic who lost her mind.

It's okay to be crazy, but she's very awake, the more pain she gets, the more awake she becomes.

She's nothing at all.

The people she met and the beauty she had were not hers. It belongs to Feng Jin, Qian Xun, and Qingluo, but only Pain belongs to the female ghost.

She is not one of those women, she is so dark and misunderstood, even if she tries to restrain herself, even if she tries so hard to get better, she still won't get better.

She is like the current Liuli, suffering in body and mind, and the pain penetrates into the bone marrow.

There is no one in the west wing, and the servants are whispering outside the door. No one knows who this madman is, only that the adults locked her in half a year ago. After that, no one was allowed to enter or leave the west wing. In the past six months, they often heard cries from the west wing, and gradually they knew that there was a lunatic living inside, but it was the first time that such a wailing was like today.

Some people dared to go in a few steps, but they smelled the pungent blood as soon as they entered. They did not dare to approach, but watched from a distance, but the madman's eyes seemed to eat people, and the messy hair was dirty Dirty face made them unable to see her appearance and outline, only knew that the pair of black eyes were terrifyingly bright.

This empty west wing, this fickle heart, this overwhelming loneliness, and the flesh and blood separated from her body belong to her.

Fu Liuli held the dead child in her arms as if she was holding some treasure, while the other hand groped and crawled forward with difficulty to get the white-boned lute that appeared on the table at some point.

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

Then she calmed down, she couldn't just live with it like this, she still had to live, she had to get out of here, she had to get back all her memories, only pain is not enough, she needs something to survive 's motivation.

She is not the real Fu Liuli, she can't just hang herself here, she wants to get back everything that belongs to Fu Liuli, but she can't let herself be influenced by Fu Liuli and become like Fu Liuli The Walking Dead.

She wants to live.

When Ren Wusi went to 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 Liuli, as pure as Liuli, and as precious as Liuli.

She's dressed clean today, not at all the same as when she was locked in by him half a year ago. His hair was neatly combed, revealing that beautiful little face, his eyes were as gentle as those of the past, and there was still steaming food on the table, two bowls of small wontons, with a tempting fragrance.

"Are you back?"

Like a wife waiting for her husband to return home, she came over and held his hand, her eyes sparkling: "I made delicious wontons, would you like to eat a bowl with me?"

At that time, he was still a student who had not yet obtained a title, so she would always sneak out to find him like this, bring him her favorite food, and then ask him to accompany him to eat.

Ren Wusi was a little lost. He couldn't remember the last time he saw a normal Fu Liuli, maybe a year ago, two years ago, or three years ago?

She had been insane for three years, but it wasn't until half a year ago that he was appointed by the emperor to inspect Jiangnan, and he sent her to the west wing to be locked up, lest others find out her identity and cause unnecessary trouble. But he could never have imagined that when he came back, he saw such a tender-hearted Fu Liuli.

Obviously there is only hatred left between them, but at this moment there seems to be love.

She took him to the table and sat down. The environment of the west wing can only be described as simple, but it gave Ren Wusi a homely feeling.

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 exceptionally bright red. The white wonton wrappers make people move their index fingers more and more.

When did she learn to cook...

Fu Liuli looked at him and smiled, holding her chin. She is now twenty-two, and she is no longer a girl, but her eyes are innocent and innocent, and she looks like a girl again. She smiled when she was eating wontons, as if she could be satisfied with just a little bit.

"Liu Li, what's the matter today, such a good guy."

His voice was very gentle, as if he had returned to that young man many years ago.

But it's all fake.

Fu Liuli looked at him with a smile, and slowly her disguised gentleness and virtuousness disappeared. She changed from a smile to a big laugh, and at the end she couldn't help laughing, with obvious sarcasm on her face, and a bone-chilling expression on her face. hatred.

As if he hated her father for killing his family, now it's her turn.

But how is this different from a female ghost?

Probably, she saw at first glance that Ren Wusi really loved Fu Liuli, but the female ghost was not loved by anyone.

What's the use of just such love? It's better to destroy it neatly, and then you won't be entangled in life and death.

"Is it delicious?" she asked with a smile. "Is our child's meat delicious?"

Under the candlelight, her beautiful jade face is like a ghost full of hatred, with a strong yin, asking cruel words,