The girl striding across from her, her fair skin and gorgeous pink clothes showed off her noble status. Under the two curved eyebrows like willows, a pair of red and white eyes showed that no one dared to look directly at her.
His breathtaking and compelling momentum made the palace maids who were kneeling on the ground tremble all over.
"Weizhuang, why have you been hiding from me these days? Are you afraid?"
"Boring." Wei Zhuang squinted at Honglian and said. At this time, not only was there indifference, but also impatience was revealed on his face.
Looking around, there were already palace maids around who were so frightened that they lowered their heads. Hong Lian thought to herself, "Am I really that scary?"
Wei Zhuang snorted, and after taking a few steps, he found someone following him. When he turned around, he saw that Hong Lian was following him.
"You're a princess, why are you following me, a swordsman?"
"Of course I want to challenge you."
Honglian stretched out her hand, with a cunning smile hanging on the corner of her mouth. Under the sun, her pink clothes and jet-black hair were flying together.
Wei Zhuang looked at her casually, like a hunter evaluating his opponent. Then, a disdainful smile appeared on his lips, as if he knew that the other party was not his opponent at all, and smiled contemptuously.
I didn't want to see her at first, but this Han palace couldn't avoid her. What's more, at this time, she had already attacked with a rapier. Wei Zhuang once again used his backhand to subdue her out of habit, and then pushed her far away.
, "It's useless if you practice for another hundred years, don't bother me again."
"Hmph, damn it!" Hong Lian, who was defeated again, turned around unwillingly, picked up the sword and strode away. There were quiet gasps beside her, as Hong Lian shuttled among the maids: "Should I change my master?
"It's not a pressing question, it's just a casual chat.
It's a pity that the palace maid was timid and bent down even lower.
I don't know since when, her greatest pleasure every day is to find trouble for that person and try every means to make things difficult for him, but her unruly face always has a bit of ridicule, and she seems to be unmoved by any obstacles.
They bumped into each other several times on the road, and when she launched a fierce challenge, she found that Wei Zhuang completely treated her as if she didn't exist. This made her even more angry, and her competitive spirit became stronger and stronger.
However, she was very curious about the feeling. That boy was different from everyone she had ever seen. He was like a free wild horse, unrestrained.
"Hmph, I just want to see your embarrassed expression." General Honglian gritted his teeth and spat out these words to show his perseverance. His pink cheeks were swollen red, but he managed to squeeze out a arrogant smile.
Never get discouraged.
Later, she realized what was going on. After all, swords and the like were not as good as others, so she simply picked a weapon that was both handy and cruel. Braids were a good choice. If it were struck on someone's body, it would definitely leave a dazzling scar, which would hurt the heart.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel happy with this thought.
, before he took the braid in his hand, he fantasized about slapping Wei Zhuang, but his annoying mocking face and sarcastic voice appeared in his mind unintentionally, and he couldn't help but become angry again, his teeth itched with hatred, and he stamped his feet,
He swung his sleeves and robe to look at her braids.
The palace maid was ordered by Hong Lian to come to Wei Zhuang's residence and send him a message of war, inviting him to the place where they met last time. As soon as the palace maid arrived at Wei Zhuang's place, she felt a gust of wind blowing behind her, and said "No"
Feeling fear, the palace maid was stunned and did not dare to turn around.
The wind stopped slightly, the palace maid raised her head, and the first thing she saw was a pair of evil eyes. The palace maid was startled, but she saw that it was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with an angular face full of arrogance.
, he was wearing dark brown plain clothes, exposing his strong chest and collarbone. He was holding a sword and hugging his shoulders, without looking at himself.
The palace maid was startled by his momentum and quickly lowered her head in embarrassment.
"What do you want from me?" he asked indifferently, without any emotion in his words.
"Well... the princess ordered me to come..." She stuttered and couldn't speak. Before she could finish explaining her purpose, she heard Wei Zhuang's refusal.
"I'm not free." After saying that, he walked straight towards his residence.
The palace maid froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. If she went back like this, she would surely anger the princess, and the consequences would be disastrous.
At this moment, a crisp sound of "pop" was heard, which was the sound of braids hitting the ground. Following this, a girl shouted, "Stop", the voice was so imperious,
So domineering.
The palace maid turned around in shock, looking at Hong Lian's eyes with a burning heat that could not be ignored. What she held in her hand was a long black whip, which was being held by her white hands at the moment.
Hold.
Wei Zhuang did not stop and walked forward angrily.
The palace maid lowered her head and did not dare to speak.
"Insolent! Wei Zhuang, stop it!" Hong Lian shouted sternly, throwing out the whip in her hand and flying towards the maid in front of her. The maid was stunned for a moment and had no time to react. She saw that the whip was about to fall on her head.
She went up, but the whip snaked around her hair and struck Wei Zhuang.
Wei Zhuang did not turn around, only frowned, and used two fingers to catch the sharp arrow-like attack from behind.
"Damn girl, get out of my way, don't get in the way." Seeing that the attack was not successful, Hong Lian scolded the palace maid. The palace maid was so frightened that she trembled all over and ran away in a hurry. Hong Lian wanted to withdraw the whip, but found that the other party's strength was too tight.
He couldn't move it, so he remained in a stalemate for a while, his face turned red with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Weizhuang, I thought you would not accept the invitation, so I patiently came here in person. I want to follow you."
duel."
Wei Zhuang sneered again habitually, loosened his two fingers, turned around and looked at Hong Lian casually, with a disdainful smile on his lips.
Hong Lian was sullen and her whip was winding in the sky, dancing like a snake. However, no matter how tricky and vivid her braiding method was, Wei Zhuang just stood there and avoided it easily, so the stone hit her.
On the cotton, you can't even touch the cotton.
If her exquisite skills were used on an ordinary person, even a highly skilled soldier would be beaten to pieces. But at this time, it was Wei Zhuang who she wanted to provoke. In such a helpless and angry situation, Honglian
, angrily increased his strength.
She was so angry, why could Wei Zhuang be so powerful? Why could she talk to her father? The first time she saw him, when he stood in front of his father, he laughed and said,
Looking at this young man, his eyes shone with admiration and favor that she had never seen before. He could treat an outsider like this. Why did he never look at his own daughter? Is it just because she was
Is a woman destined to become a victim of politics like the princesses in history?
The whip fell from Wei Zhuang's head. Wei Zhuang only turned to one side, and the whip fell flat on the ground.
"Crack!"
A piece of the stone slab on the ground was broken, and the whip was trampled under Wei Zhuang's feet, making it impossible to pull it back.
"When will your unreasonable troubles end?" Wei Zhuang looked indifferent. He stepped on the whip again with his other foot, and the end of the braid left Hong Lian's hand.
Hong Lian's heart suddenly became empty, and this feeling of loss suddenly emerged, and the arrogance just now disappeared.
It was like a self-directed farce, performing like a clown. This familiar feeling was just like when I was a child.
Hong Lian turned around and left unwillingly. She didn't even want the whip anymore and switched to other weapons.
All the maids in the palace are afraid of Hong Lian. This princess is born domineering and has a temperament like a strong boy, but she has a beauty that turns all living beings upside down, and her speech is absolutely unacceptable.
The person talks back, and a pair of red eyes stare straight into the person's bones. If someone says a word or makes an expression that doesn't go her way, the whole world will immediately fall out with her. As time goes by, the palace maid
This version gradually spread among the people: "Our princess was made angry by a young man, and she wanted to cure him but was helpless, so she kept shouting to skin him all the time, and ran back angrily every time.
But have you noticed that after the princess got angry recently, she smiled more than before, and sometimes she laughed involuntarily. I don’t know if it was provocation or courtship."
"By the way, the princess has reached this age. Could it be that something really happened?" After the conversation, the palace maid couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. If this was the case, maybe she would gradually curb her violent temper, and there would be less of it in the palace.
As a female Rakshasa, their lives will be easier in the future.
"You two, come here!" A cunning and clear voice sounded from a distance, frightening the two palace maids out of their wits. If the princess heard other people talking about herself, it would really be a disaster.
Seeing their dying looks, Honglian felt very unhappy and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you talking bad about me?"
"..." The two palace maids turned pale, hesitating and trembling.
''Speak quickly!'' Honglian took a heavy breath.
The palace maid who felt that she had done something wrong and was frightened forgot to argue for a moment, and her entire inner defense was about to collapse. The other palace maid also had a pale face, and was about to collapse, but at this moment Honglian said: "You two
Let's take a look," there was actually a smile in her tone. The two palace maids who were waiting to be punished were confused for a moment and raised their heads timidly.
"How's my outfit today?"
"Hmm! So... nice!"
Honglian was a little unhappy, "Is it just good-looking?"
The palace maid shook her head eagerly, "No, no, no, it's very, very beautiful."
"Haha," Honglian laughed again, swinging her robe and strode away.
"Hey, Wei Zhuang, I'm here again." Honglian acted like an innocent child, deliberately showing off her beautiful outfit in front of him.
"I'm not free today, so I'm leaving first." Wei Zhuang didn't want to see her, and looked arrogant as if he didn't take her seriously at all.
Honglian was furious and took out a sword and held it in front of Wei Zhuang.
"Do you think I'm wearing this outfit to please you? Hmm, don't even think about it. I'm here specifically to learn from my master. Is that enough to give you face? Therefore, you must accept me as your apprentice. You must not refuse."
"What, you want me to teach you sword skills?"
Wei Zhuang looked at Hong Lian indifferently, which made her a little angry.
"I will not accept an apprentice, let alone a stupid apprentice."
"asshole!"
She couldn't stand his disdainful gaze and wanted to turn around and leave, but her reason made her turn around again.
"You don't want to think about how much I helped you yesterday. You are a man after all, so you can't be ungrateful, right?"
The night before, midnight.
The door of the main hall was gently pushed open.
"Who is it?" Honglian screamed, and silently, a sudden hand came over with murderous intent, but stopped two inches away.
Under the weak candlelight, the two people looked at each other, both looking surprised.
"Princess?!"
"Weizhuang?!"
The two spoke almost in unison. A handsome bronze face had a cold light under the candlelight, and his lips were slightly white.
But they saw Honglian wearing a gauze nightgown, revealing her slender waist and delicate figure. Her chest had a slightly bright color, her black hair fell over her shoulders, and her cherry lips were so bright red that people couldn't help but feel...
Longing for...
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When I posted an article in the past, someone said that my writing was too formal. At that time, I felt good about myself. Recently, I went back and looked at it, and it turned out to be very pretentious.
I used to read other people's articles, but then I became addicted to it myself. Now I have put together more than 300,000 words, but I often feel that I don't know what I wrote, and after reading it, it is only superficial. Maybe this is fantasy and reality, fullness and backbone, and writing.
In time, the butt determines the brain, and the stance determines the point of view, and you can do whatever you want.
…
As the same saying goes, something is made up of something. So I am very curious about what my words can make up. If I write articles in the future, I won’t mind stealing interesting quotes to serve as lines in the play, saying
Maybe some viewers will recognize some of the familiar lines.
I remember the writer Guo Guo said this: After all, novels are fictional stories that put the author at a safe distance and will be speculated and scrutinized by readers. In fact, novels are implicit and indirect, which puts the author in an unsafe position.
Within the scope, the author is walking on thin ice and cautious
Shen, the article needs to be full of emotion to impress the readers. A sense of balance in the middle is actually very subtle for the author. How much you are willing to share and how much you are willing to reveal depends on the author's character and how much he hides in his writing. Everyone
Reading prose is completely different from reading novels.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m not of a high level or something, but I can’t understand this ambiguous feeling. Relatively speaking, I’m reminded of a sentence I saw on Weibo recently: In the past thirty years, he became famous in novels, but his essays made him famous.
He has reached another level. It took him ten years of racing to gain anything, and his records are of average quality, but he himself said, "Essays are a love affair, and movies and literature are love affairs."
No one has a higher level of speaking ability, but I feel that the joy of writing is like a love affair. It dances gracefully and then becomes empty.
In one of his words, writing a novel has the feeling that you have created a false world. When you finish writing and return to real life, the world closes again.
For the rest of the time, you have to stay in reality.