The woman turned back and glanced at him in surprise. He took back his hand in disappointment. He had been looking for her at the foot of the mountain for two days, but she was nowhere to be seen. Even the woman in red was rarely seen.
He walked back in pain. Maybe she had left here, maybe she had been captured by the hag, or maybe she had been killed by the hag...
Thinking of this, his heart trembled inexplicably, and he remembered what she had said to him that day, "Yan Xiaoyu and Xiao Ninglan, no matter who leaves the other first, the other will be fine and happy, and live in the place of the other."
…”
He walked on the street with a pale face, and had filtered out all the doubts in his mind. Was it the hag who saved him, but took away Yan Xiaoyu, or was there something between Yan Xiaoyu and the hag?
trade?
The gongs and drums were loudly ringing on the street, and a martial arts contest was being held on the makeshift stage to recruit a bride. Someone in the audience shouted, "If you can't see the little lady, who dares to compete?"
"Yes, let the little lady open the hijab, open it!"
"Open, open..."
There were shouts one after another. The girls on the stage who were competing for marriage probably couldn't lose face, so they had to lift up the red hijab. The moment the hijab fell to the ground, Xiao Ninglan passed by expressionlessly. With just that startling glance, his heart had forgotten to beat.
The woman in red clothes was like a fire. She smiled coquettishly, put her hands on her hips, and stepped on the bench. "Which of you wants to see my aunt? Look, I will show you enough now. Later, when my aunt picks out the right husband,
Whoever dares to take another look will dig out your eyes!"
There was a burst of laughter in the audience, and someone jumped on the stage and clapped his hands obscenely, "Girl, are you fighting me? I will definitely be gentler to you..."
The woman's little face turned red with anger. She stepped on the bench and sent it flying. She pointed at the visitor and cursed, "Just because you are a little brat, I will beat you all over the floor!"
Her hand was held by a warm big hand. The hand was white and slender with clear joints. She raised her head and saw a pair of beautiful but profound eyes. She blinked and looked at the person coming in feebly.
Xiao Ninglan looked at the familiar face and said in a deep voice, "Xiaoyu, what are you making a fuss about? Come back with me!"
The woman shook her head, then suddenly laughed. She touched the man's forehead with her other hand, "Do you have a fever? What did you call me?"
"Yu'er, stop making trouble, I've been looking for you for three days!" Xiao Ninglan looked at her deeply, her tone slightly angry.
The woman smiled even more heartily, "You have recognized the wrong person. I am Xiao Hanjing, the young princess of Prince Zeng Rui's palace, Xiao Hanjing..."
Xiao Ninglan looked at her steadily, a little unbelievable. She took her hand out of his and clapped her hands in the dark, "Ghost, come out. We won't play anymore. Let's go back!"
A thin old woman came out of the crowd. She was dressed in ordinary clothes and leaning on a cane, but Xiao Ninglan knew that she was definitely not an ordinary person.
The ghost woman coughed a few times and said to Xiao Hanjing, "Little princess, I still got nothing today!"
Xiao Hanjing wrinkled her nose, her expression was exactly the same as that of Yan Xiaoyu. Xiao Ninglan was stunned, and his sinister eyes were fixed on Xiao Hanjing.
Xiao Hanjing stamped her feet, "No more fun, this ghost place is not fun at all. Let's go back to the capital and continue to compete in martial arts to find a bride!"
The ghost woman followed Xiao Hanjing and left, but was stopped by Xiao Ninglan. He looked at her with cold eyes, "Don't you think you still owe me an explanation?"
The ghost woman nodded, "I saved you, but you don't have to thank me!"
"There is no cure for the poison, how did you save it?" Xiao Ninglan's eyes flashed, not missing the look on the ghost woman's face.
"Transfer, the poison in your body has been transferred to my body..." The ghost woman looked at him with deep meaning.
Xiao Ninglan stretched out her hand to take her pulse and frowned, "Your martial arts..."
"You have lost a dozen of my skills, so now you can easily kill me!"
Xiao Ninglan was silent for a while, then he took back his hand and said, "Where is Xiaoyu? What did you exchange?"
"Xiao Hanjing is the Xiaoyu you saw. In other words, Yan Xiaoyu's soul has left, and Xiao Hanjing is the real Xiao Hanjing." The ghost woman looked at him expressionlessly.
"It's Xiaoyu. Are you willing to use her leaving in exchange for my life?" Xiao Ninglan gritted her teeth and frowned into a small mountain.
The ghost woman nodded, "That's right, Yan Yatou is willing to die in exchange for Jing'er, but she must keep you alive..."
Xiao Ninglan couldn't help but retreat, as if he had heard the most unbelievable lie in the world. He looked at the ghost woman with a complicated expression, and then cast his eyes on Xiao Hanjing, who was jumping with a windmill in the distance.
Suddenly, he remembered a possibility, turned around, grabbed the reins of the person leading the road next to him, got on his horse, and ran towards the capital.
Passers-by shouted from behind, "My horse has been stolen..."
The ghost woman sighed and shook her head. Xiao Hanjing's bouncing figure froze there, and the windmill she held fell down. "He went to the capital, Yun Ziyou, will you hurt him?"
"He is the person Yan Xiaoyu loves, so Ziyou will not hurt him, but if he and Ziyou snatch Yan Xiaoyu's body, everything is uncertain." The ghost woman replied softly.
Yan Xiaoyu turned around and once again grabbed the reins from the pedestrians on the roadside. She quickly climbed onto the horse and slapped the horse's buttocks hard. The horse kicked up a large amount of dust and ran towards the capital.
Passers-by shouted again on the road, "The horse is being robbed, someone is coming, the horse is being robbed..."
The ghost woman shook her head and sighed, they were indeed a very well matched pair of fateful mandarin ducks.
In the palace, Yun Ziyou was drinking to the moon, his face was red, he raised the white jade wine glass high in his hand, facing an empty roof, and said with a sad expression, "I'll give you a toast, don't miss it next time."
Chance!"
He raised his head, drank the cold liquid in one gulp, and leaned against the white marble pillar. He gasped and looked at the woman on the dragon couch. The woman was dressed in red and had snow-skinned skin. The scars on her face were crisscrossed. Her eyelashes were as long and thick as cattail fans.
Cover the eyelids.
He threw away the white jade cup and walked towards the bed unsteadily, "Xiaoyu..."
He murmured, leaning on the felt under the bed in a drunken state. He stretched out his hand to touch the woman's cheek. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew by. He retracted his hand, and three cold silver needles flew past and nailed the woman's cheek.
On the opposite wall.
-------
PS: I've been feeling depressed lately, and I've been writing very slowly. I stayed up almost midnight and just wrote this much. There may be an update in the afternoon. Dear friends, don't wait, so as not to be disappointed. If there is any, let's read it together tomorrow. Please tell me that you forgot to give me the gold medal.