The phoenix spreads its wings, its tail feathers are divided into seven parts, its hairpin is long and its beak is hung with red emerald, its steps are swayed through gold, its tassels hold green, its twisted silk shakes trembling beads, and its green emeralds illuminate the sky.
Luxurious treasures and jewelery are once again inserted into the hair, the cold-scented oiran rarely wears a graceful and dignified peony bun, dark eyebrows are on the temples, the phoenix flies slightly, the long eyelashes carry a smoke to compete with the blue crow, and the tear mole in the corner of the eye depicts a bright red five-petaled begonia. , stick half a rice bead on it to make a flower stamen. Apply rouge on the cheek to make it look like a wine halo, and put some cherry on the lips to make it look ruthless.
The knee-length slanted lapel-length coat is warmer than a goose crown and brighter than madder. It is a little-known jade red. The material is soft and irons the skin, as soft as anything. The neckline is decorated with two pairs of goldfish buttons, and a section of the ermine lining is revealed slightly when turned down. A gilt silver necklace is surrounded by a burning blue wild goose, a white jade lotus lock with pearls hanging from it, and a dazzling array of jade beads hanging from it.
She was fixing her makeup in the mirror, smiling beautifully. Since someone wanted to say goodbye forever, Shen Yuan thought, he should give her a good send-off.
Earlier, she had made a mistake and was defeated by that down-and-out woman, which triggered all kinds of hidden pain that she did not want to think deeply about. A small thorn in her heart was not fatal, but it stuck there and called her. Suffering, now that someone is touching it, the wound will start to hurt and blood will drip from the eyes.
She doesn't like it and can't stand it.
An enamel small charcoal stove is set in the hand warmer made of thick velvet and vermilion. The bright moon is swaying by the ear, exquisite and shining. The two-finger wide frost-colored butterfly is edged with a bud-yellow fairy skirt. It is densely woven with dense silver. The cloak is covered with roses, and the sheepskin boots under the feet are light and pointed - the sky is dry and the wind is strong, and people say it is going to snow.
Begonia was half covered, and Shen Yuan was covered with a veil. There was a thin layer of red silk behind the tassels, with hollow gold beads strung at intervals, and the ends were dotted with fine round corals. The beauty was shy and half-covered, as if she was in the seventh year of Qi Ren. , the appearance of holding the pipa for the first time on the high platform.
It had been a long time since she had been dressed in such strict make-up and finery. The layers of layers beneath her feet were a bit stiff, and the ground lacked a solid touch. Subconsciously, Shen Yuan held Feiyue's hand, but was soon forced back by the severe cold and held it. The hand stove was tightened. But it didn't matter. The maid followed closely and held the master's arm.
The night began to blur, Fei Yun brought up a glass fringed hydrangea lamp and took a step ahead. Birds in the garden returned to their nests one after another, fluttering their wings and chirping all the way. The afterglow of the setting sun spread the temperature like the end of a strong crossbow, but the ice plate on the opposite side was full, The stars were beginning to appear, and the Golden Crow was even more dejected and pitiful. Shen Yuan squinted his eyes, raised his head slightly and stared at the sunset, giving away its fading momentum.
The Lord of the Sun should be solemn, sacred and inviolable, and all living things should welcome and surrender to him. Unfortunately, in the belief of the people of Cangwu, the Suzaku is the god of protection, and the three-legged bird whose body is boiling has to compete with it. .
Legend has it that a luan is born from a hundred birds, a phoenix is born from a thousand phoenixes, and a sparrow is born from nine thousand phoenixes. When hunting in the fire on Laoyang Mountain, the red bird was given by heaven. It threw itself into the fire and was reborn after many calamities. It became an immortal and ascended to the throne. Congratulations came from all directions, and all beasts surrendered. He was Lord Lingguang.
Why is it the Suzaku?
Shen Yuan couldn't guess, but he had been taught it since he was a child and had been doing so for generations.
Such a delicate and agile bird is cute enough and arouses pity, but it is burdened with the ardent longing of a whole people. The incense is flourishing and the offerings of fruits are piled up. It is a supreme honor, but it is also a heavy shackles and an inescapable prison.
Believers are bustling, kneeling in front of the statues to kowtow and pray, worship and pray devoutly, hoping for joy, peace, blessings and prosperity. I know that on the ninth floor, at the top of the clouds, the gods in the sky will be satisfied after hearing the prayers in the next life. , or just feel disturbed?
The cold beauty couldn't help but ridicule. There were many things she couldn't say out loud - after all, if there were no offerings, the gods would no longer be gods. What they would be, she couldn't say, and she didn't have the time to imagine.
She is not afraid of retribution from heaven due to lack of reverence in her heart. The way of heaven is always there, hurting others will cause harm to oneself. Even if all the living creatures in the world are really killed, the yin and yang will not be adjusted, and the two qi will be chaotic, the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth will not be able to escape and perish. Just like the temple. The supreme monarch loses the hearts of the people once defeated, the hustle and bustle ends, the crown above his head will be shattered, and the imperial power will become an empty dream.
The evening breeze was not warm, and it felt dry and sharp across his cheeks. Before he had gone far, Shen Yuan already felt his nose was sour and cold. There was a slight trace of ice in the air, which created a tingling sensation on the skin, forcing people not to ignore themselves. existence.
The oiran didn't take it seriously, it was just a short walk. After leaving the garden, he walked a few steps and turned into the backyard. The glass pendants beside his ears were shiny and warm. They were not the pair in the rose hairpin box in the morning, but carved sculptures. As a concubine with a pure and dewy look, she walked smoothly, not a trace of rustling could be heard.
A third-rate deal waits for no one. Seeing that the time was approaching, the foreigner who said he would not miss the appointment was still missing, and Shen Yuan was not anxious. It would be a good idea not to come, she thought, saving herself a lot of words.
What's more, for such a person, even if he keeps the appointment, even if he hears and sees it, how much can he be expected to change?
Lu Ziqing said that the courtesan in Lengxiang did not know the sufferings of the world. She retorted, but now she felt more and more that the person who really deserved this ridicule should be the folding fan named Ling.
"Girl...we are here."
There was a slight tug on his arm, and Shen Yuan looked back. It was Feiyue who was reminding him to stop himself from going too far. The master and servant stopped in front of the well in the backyard, and clear shouts kept coming from their ears.
It's not completely dark yet, and Lengxiang Pavilion has started to light up lights everywhere. Shengs and songs are starting to play upstairs in the front, and under the dim light and shadow, the backyard is more like a dark prison, full of depression and despair. However, other than that, this building Prison has nothing to do with loneliness or tranquility. Instead, it can be called a boiling place.
Somehow, the doors and windows of the abandoned woodshed were wide open, and you could see clearly what was going on inside without getting close. Shen Yuan led the maid and stood quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone for the time being. Mrs. Mo Zhang didn't come, and the eldest maid in the room didn't come either. None of them were seen. They were probably busy upstairs, or they didn't pay attention to the matter at all.
The room was surrounded by three or four healthy women, two housekeeping mothers, and a young boy stood along the wall, holding a hemp rope as thick as a child's wrist. Through the numerous figures, the ruined woman who was about to be sent away could still be seen. Sitting on the ground, waving something. There were many people, and occasionally they stepped forward, but no real action was seen. The little pavilion master couldn't help but frown, suspecting that one of them was deliberately conniving.
Taking a few steps closer, the three masters and servants stopped in front of the door, and Shen Yuan saw Guanying clearly. The ground was still dirty and messy, with leftover soup spilled out and no one was cleaning it. After a whole day in the cold winter, it was already ten times frozen. Seven or eight, it seems to be slippery and difficult to walk.
As expected by the oiran, the former number one did not wash up, change clothes, or even comb her hair. Her newly healed voice was obviously hoarse. She cursed the people who came to take her, mixed with a few shrill and terrifying pleas for mercy. . This chapter has been completed!