[Tianxia 3] Collection of Fashion Stories

"[Tianxia 3] Collection of Fashion Stories" Author: Li Wei

A collection of stories derived from fashion in Tianxia 3.

Involving sexual orientation includes but is not limited to a certain kind, please pay attention to reading.

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Content tags: ghosts, ghosts, rivers and lakes, grievances, joy, enemies, love songs on the edge

Search keywords: Protagonist: Drunk Taiping, a new look┃Supporting role: Two people love each other, where the heart belongs┃Others: Tianxia 3, fan, fashion

1. Drunk Taiping

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"You're an old lady, you're holding on to your things, and you don't want to see if you're worthy! I'll tell you today, sir, don't give me face, and don't blame us for tearing your rotten skin off!"

With a creak, the door of the west chamber opened, and Ziling came out with a cold face, her voice seemed to have been quenched by ice, "Were you talking just now?"

The little boy had a high-pitched voice and a short head, and he shouted more and more wildly, "It's my uncle, what's the matter? Little girl, you don't want to meddle in things that you can't control, take care of your life!"

Ziling sneered, raised her hand and threw ink poppy powder to knock the man down, dragged her back collar and threw it out of the courtyard, locked the door and went back to the main room for a look, the expected smoke was lingering, a bit blackish red, and had a choking smell Son, fragrant, like a cluster of dying flowers.

She walked into the ghastly white area, and picked up the things scattered on the bed floor one by one: torn silks and satins, broken pearls and jade, expensive cosmetics.The things that cost more than a thousand gold have turned into ghosts under the fingers, and the hands that strangled them are resting on the low table, holding the bong with the help of it, and the once plump and beautiful lips are greedily absorbing some kind of power through the bong, satisfied Let out a choking breath.With half-closed eyes, he squinted at the busy Ziling, "Why are you here again?"

"You should smoke less." Ziling didn't look up, and she didn't seem to have any sincerity in her words, "This stuff is not good."

"Fart!" The withered hand suddenly became full of strength, and the bong flew straight towards Ziling's face, "This thing is great! It can do anything for me! You don't want me to smoke because you want to hurt me." ! Do you think that killing me will make him fall in love with you? Dreaming!"

Ziling turned her head to avoid it, and the bong fell to the ground with a muffled sound, the kind that made people's heart skip a beat for no reason, but it didn't break.She walked over to pick it up, took out the handkerchief and wiped the dust, then handed it back to the person on the couch, "It's up to you."

I was just entrusted by others to take care of you, how you want to abuse yourself naturally has nothing to do with me - this is the second half of the sentence in her mouth, she spoke slowly, and she stopped talking after a long time.

On the second day, it was far more than just a boy who came to yell and scold. Two teams of yamen guards surrounded the small courtyard like an iron bucket.Ziling heard the voice and went out to look, Wuxiang was in a daze, still lying on the couch smoking her drugs, she couldn't hear anything, couldn't think about anything, and didn't have any troubles.She had no strength in her hands, and she giggled while holding on to the pipe.A Furong is so beautiful, it saved her life, how would she live without him even in her dreams?

"I have something to say." Ziling pushed open the door, frowning imperceptibly, "Are you awake?"

Wu Xiang giggled, not sure if she was sober or crazy, "Just stand there and talk, but don't come over. If you are too close, if you don't speak well, I won't be able to hit you, just stand there and talk."

"Someone is coming from outside," Ziling has long been used to Wu Xiang's crazy look, "Your former benefactor found Mr. Qingtian, and the yamen sent people to surround the yard. I just went out to see, and they took the lead and asked me to pass a sentence. I'll tell you."

"Oh..." Wu Xiang's ending sound was drawn out very long, just like herself, she was half-dead, holding her breath.But just this breath is definitely not forgiving, "Don't say it first, let me guess what you said, look at your stupid appearance who came here to tell me, are those people going to take you away, you Can you finally get rid of me?"

"Making trouble for no reason," Ziling reprimanded lightly, "Could there be something else in your mind?"

"Other things?" Wu Xiang's laughter was harsh, as was the sound of stumbling off the couch.She was almost out of shape, and she was so dry that she seemed to be very virtuous, "The other thing is that you have to go and get me drugs!"

Ziling pushed her lightly, and Wuxiang immediately fell down like a hastily built stage, kicking up a wave of hopeless dust.She probably didn't expect that Ziling would treat her like this, the eyes that still had some beautiful shadows were bulging, mixed with panic that she didn't even notice, she immediately looked very pityable.Ziling looked down from a high position, her heart hardened again and again, but finally she didn't make up her mind, and half-supported and half-hugged Wu Xiang up from the ground, and put it back on the couch, "They said that within three to five days, there will be a senior in the court Just come here, no one can offend anyone with a hand and eye. The Yamen doesn't want to take care of your affairs, but there is no way, let me come back and tell you, 'Either go on stage and dance, or hand over your clothes'."

Wu Xiang's tears fell without warning, and there was an inaudible sob in her mouth, which seemed to mean something, and also seemed to be unconsciously cursing, but it could never be remorse—she had never had this thing in her body, and she would never Impossible.Even though she's devastated with few sane days now, she was sober when she decided to do it.Why do people have to regret the choices they made when they were sober?It won't be much better to do it again.

"You go to rest." Ziling swallowed back her long sigh, planning to prepare the dinner that probably still only be eaten by herself.The sound of Jing Ge could be faintly heard outside the courtyard, and when she went out, she closed Wu Xiang's room door a little tighter.

In the evening, Wuxiang was sober again for a while.Seeing this, Ziling took warm water to wipe Wuxiang's face.She had resentment in her heart, and she was extremely merciless when she struck. Wu Xiang didn't yell at her, and quietly let her be manipulated, as if she had given up all hope and gave up resistance.Ziling guessed that the words she brought back in the afternoon had stabbed Wuxiang, so she became gentler.It's just that it didn't take long to wipe her face, and her gentleness ended early before it was used much.

Ziling went out to pour water, turned around and saw Wu Xiang motionless on the couch.She still looked the same, withered, with a well-hidden color in her brows and eyes, sitting silently, looking well-behaved and pitiful.

Her heart, which had been hardened with great difficulty, suddenly trembled and softened, kneading herself into a ball that could not be melted away. She really couldn't bear to see Wu Xiang's face—poor, so pitiful, both pity and pity, she didn't Fa completely resolutely said, "I have a way."

Wu Xiang raised her head like a child, looking at her silently with hope and disbelief.

"I'll dance for you, I won't give them the clothes." Ziling said in a low voice.

Before she finished speaking, Wu Xiang's complexion suddenly changed, her pale face turned red with anger, she was sick, but she was really good-looking. It's not hard to imagine how famous she was in the south of the Yangtze River, dancing a dance that even a passing general of the court could dance. be charmed.But now it’s not that time after all, and her voice is also broken, as hoarse as the rough sandpaper in the blacksmith’s shop, or even worse than that, only a little crying, suitable for bloody tragedies.

"Get out!" Wu Xiang yelled, like a wounded beast screaming, "You don't want to touch that dress with a single finger! As long as I'm alive! You don't want to touch it! You want to replace me! In the next life, the next life! impossible!"

Ziling watched her go crazy expressionlessly, and thought cruelly and happily: I don't care about that dress, but you are going to die.Wu Xiang flung her teeth and claws at her, but she easily pushed her back, and the door was locked in one go.Wuxiang, who was trapped in the cage, coughed up blood and cried tears, but there was nothing she could do.

Wuxiang was locked in the room for three days, and Ziling never visited.There is no water, no food, and the only mercy is that there are enough drugs.Her cries made the government servants outside the courtyard feel uncomfortable, but Ziling read books and drank tea as if nothing had happened, occasionally doing some research, such as how the medicine of Jiuxin Begonia works the fastest.

It's not that she didn't want to give Wu Xiang a good time, but no matter whether she was entrusted by others or her own will, she couldn't do it. It's better to live than to die, so let it go.Sitting at the door of Wuxiang all day long, listening to the movement like moving mountains and filling the sea, smiling wryly, thinking that it was really a crime, and finally he had to clean it up by himself.

On the third night, Wuxiang stopped making trouble. She leaned against the door panel, carefully calling Ziling's name and asking if she was there.Ziling pretended to be calm and lowered her voice in response.The person inside seemed to smile, and then started talking again, first thanking her for taking care of her for many years, then reflecting on her unreasonable troubles, and finally apologized quietly, saying that she knew she was wrong.

Ziling opened the door, and Wu Xiang, who was sitting by the threshold, looked up at her in panic, like a child caught doing bad things.She was still so thin, her face was pale and blue, and her eyes were very lively. What did she look like—she thought, like a little ghost who had never seen the world of mortals wandering around.

"Do you really know that you are wrong?" Ziling heard herself ask.

"...Yeah." Wu Xiang stood up slowly while supporting the door frame. Ziling didn't help her, and she didn't ask for it. She stood up tremblingly, with never-before-seen peace in her eyes. Only you."

Hey.Ziling was bumped into Wuxiang's arms, it was uncomfortable and painful to hold, even she couldn't bear it even if she was a woman.Limbs were also stiffened by the sudden change, and she patted Wu Xiang's back mechanically, "It's good that you can think clearly."

Wu Xiang leaned on her shoulder and smiled, which sounded like a sob.

The news that Zui Taiping himself agreed to dance quickly spread throughout Liuyundu, and many people were waiting to see the excitement——she has been redeemed for almost ten years, and there has never been any gossip about her in ten years, saying that she smoked When it comes to drugs, they are as ugly as rotten wood, but even so, they still insist on their clothes and reputation and refuse to let them go.That