Except for sleeping, he would never take it off. His already fair face became even whiter and more transparent because of the protection of this veil.
In the small courtyard where Ouyang Chen was imprisoned, in a bedroom filled with paintings and calligraphy, Ouyang Chen looked at the cherry blossom tree he had just painted. Under the tree, there was a woman's back, wearing a pink gauze skirt. Her face could not be seen, only her face could be seen.
The black hair like a waterfall is spread from the head and hangs down to the waist.
Picking up the painting from the desk and looking at the background of the woman in the painting, Ouyang Chen's deep black eyes revealed an unconcealable depth of emotion.
His slender white fingers stroked the long hair of the woman in the painting, his movements were slow and long, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Rou'er, if I weren't here, would you still do stupid things? Would you still think of using yourself?
In exchange for my freedom?
I don’t want you to do this to me, and I don’t want you to do this to yourself. If I die and you don’t have to make any exchange, I am willing.”[
At the end, the man in white slowly lifted the painting to the candlestick on the table, letting the flames lick the painting paper, and it burned to ashes in a short while, but it was not over, he continued to hold the paper in the candlelight
He lit it up, letting the whole room be licked by the tongue of flames. The bright red fire reflected his pale face, seeming to add a blush. He smiled in the flames, his smile was sad and moving. Goodbye, my Rou'er.
, Goodbye, Bixin, if there is an afterlife, I just want to be an ordinary person and grow old with you.
The flames quickly jumped up to the rafters, and the fire in the whole room, accompanied by thick smoke, finally engulfed everything.
When people outside the house discovered the fire, it was too late. The Dacheng guards who were responsible for guarding were all in a hurry. Some shouted to put out the fire, and some shouted to notify Yu Zhongshu. Everyone was running and busy, a bucket
A bucket of water was poured on the burning house, but it was only a drop in the bucket. The fire only flickered, but it was still burning fiercely, with no intention of stopping.
The fire burned until daybreak the next day, and was finally put out by everyone. Looking at the burned house into ruins, and the charred object that was no longer human-shaped and carried out from the house, I heard the sound and came.
Cheng turned around, his face was filled with pain, and he couldn't bear to look at it any longer.
Ouyang Chen, a good emperor who was praised by the people of Bixin Kingdom, was swallowed up by the fire and never came back. He didn't know how Lin Rou'er would react if she knew the news, and whether she would kill him
Own.
But she will know eventually.
"What did you say? Say it again?" Lin Rou'er stood in the room, listening to Lin Yixuan crying about the fire in the courtyard where Ouyang Chen was, with an expression of disbelief on her face.
She backed up, her eyes widened but without focus: "It's impossible, he can't die, why should he die? You lied to me, you must have hidden him, right? Right!"
Lin Rou'er took a few steps forward, grabbed Lin Yixuan's front, and shook her violently. She asked questions one after another, asking where they hid him. She didn't believe that he would be buried in the sea of fire. She didn't know a single word.
Not believing it, she shook Lin Yixuan desperately, as if she wanted to shake him away.
Lin Yixuan couldn't say a word. He didn't dare to look at her eyes that were about to bleed.