hell in disguise

Yan Fei saw Le Qiao's overlapping and entangled consciousness, in which he kept seeing two people.

One is a scholar named Liu Mingjun, and the other is Binuo whom he has already met.

And the consciousness about Binuo is obviously more complicated, full of bumps caused by conflicting emotions.And the memory and consciousness about Liu Mingjun is obviously weaker. Although most of them are positive, they are too illusory, more like a lover in a dream.And there was a tinge of resentment in this front, obviously some of his behaviors were not in line with her imagination, and she was greatly disappointed.But what's interesting is that she seems to transfer that resentment to Bino.

He also got a glimpse of Bino's feelings for Le Qiao from Le Qiao's memory.Inexplicably, he felt that Bino looked a little like himself.

Loving someone who doesn't want to respond to you.

So Yan Fei stretched out his dexterous fingers, and began to weave dreams with those knotted lumps and those illusory longings.

In the dream, Le Qiao forgot many things, many people.She forgot the existence of Binuo.

She only remembered that she was the oiran of Xiaoyulou, and she fell in love with a Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu seems to be in love with her too.He only has her in his eyes, even if there is a rising star who is younger and more beautiful than her, his admiring eyes will always belong to her.

But he never mentioned that he wanted to redeem her.

Le Qiao was anxious and ashamed to speak.But the days dragged on longer and longer, and she would one day grow old, and she didn't want to waste her youth like this.The spring is coming, and Mr. Liu will definitely enter the capital at that time. His talent and learning will definitely be appreciated unless he encounters an examiner who intends to make things difficult.Will he forget himself by then?

So Le Qiao made up his mind to let Liu Mingjun understand his feelings for him.

On the night Liu Mingjun bid farewell to her, Le Qiao stared at him with eyes mixed with love, resentment and determination, and swore to him.From today onwards, if he leaves for a day, she will stop receiving guests for a day.She wants to keep festivals and dances for him, and pray for him every day.After finishing speaking, he raised the scissors without hesitation, and cut off a bunch of long black hair.

Liu Mingjun was greatly moved. In his heart full of yearning for beautiful things, it was such a loyal and romantic thing for such a beautiful and talented firework girl to be so intoxicated for herself.He immediately agreed that when he was named on the gold list, he would definitely come back to pick her up and redeem her body.He even put that strand of long hair in his bag and carried it on his chest every day.

After Mr. Liu left, she really closed the door to thank the guests and stopped performing dances on stage.Even though the madam put pressure on her several times, and even wanted to use force to force her to submit.She had no choice but to force her to die, holding the scissors around her neck.After all, the madam watched her grow up, and couldn't bear to push her too hard, so she had no choice but to let her go.

She was asked to move out of Nuan Shao Pavilion and move into a maid's room. She no longer used makeup and powder on weekdays, but cut her nails with Kodan short, put on a Jingchai sarong, and helped with laundry, cooking, and mending in the backyard.Over time, the pair of delicate and white catkins gradually became dry and rough.

But as spring went and autumn came, Liu Mingjun never came back.

Le Qiao waited obsessively without any doubt.Even the girls who used to be jealous of her laughed at her for being a washerwoman now, at the fact that her neglected face gradually showed a bit of weather, and at her being a whore but still imitating the lady of a rich family. Play unwaveringly.She became a joke.

It's not that she's not sad, it's not that she isn't heartbroken.The loneliness and yearning almost drove her crazy.She is used to the life of the stars and the moon, and is used to being yearned for by all men.But now without her fancy clothes and make-up, she seems to be transparent in front of those men who flocked to her in the past. Without her identity as a famous courtesan, even if her appearance has not changed, even if she is still as beautiful as a white crane when she dances alone under the moonlight, The men seemed to lose interest in her, too.

What exactly do they like?Is it me, or any girl who wears the sign of a courtesan?

In the days of solitude and silence, she learned to do all kinds of housework, because there was no maidservant to help her with everything.When she was working hard, she fantasized about Mr. Liu returning home in full clothes, and the scene of eight sedan chairs carrying her out of this corrupt place.At that time, the suffering now will be nothing.She will be the story and legend of Xiaoyulou for a long time to come.She cheered herself up with such a bright prospect, and was content with the hard life like stagnant water.

Then one day, she heard rumors from other girls that Liu Mingjun had been selected as Tanhua of Xinke and entered the Hanlin Academy.

For the first three months she was ecstatic and looked forward to it every day.In the next three months, she began to feel anxious, and often lost her mind when doing things, and an inexplicable fear secretly grew in her heart.Three months later, she heard the news of his marriage.It's just that the bride is not her, but a certain official lady from Bianliang.

Le Qiao collapsed.When she heard the news, she tried not to cry, but the blood came out from the palm of her fingernail.She returned to her cold and small servant room, bit her lip so hard that the skin was torn, but she couldn't stop the tears from streaming down.

She was forgotten, betrayed, and her two years were meaningless.

He should have thought earlier, if Mr. Liu really made it to the list, how could he still have his eyes on a prostitute like her?

However, after another three months, Liu Mingjun finally came back.The whole Haitang Town was boiling with flowers and cars to greet the proud son of heaven, which is rare in the town for a hundred years.

Le Qiao also leaned against the door and watched quietly, looking at the lover who was riding on the tall horse, smiling so flamboyantly and handsomely.

I don't know if it was due to fate, but Liu Mingjun's gaze turned and bumped into her.

For a moment, both of them were startled.

But Liu Mingjun's horse stopped for a moment, and then continued to move forward.In an instant, Le Qiao saw that there was no surprise on his face when he saw her after a long absence, nor did he have the pure appreciation and joy when he saw her, but there was only panic.

He is afraid of her.

He was afraid that she would mention the vow she had made, and that she would mention that lock of hair.

He knew that he was ashamed of her, so he was afraid that he would catch him.

At that moment, Le Qiao's heart was completely cold.

A day later, a yamen servant came to her door and gave her 300 taels of silver, saying it was to help her redeem her body, and the rest of the money would allow her to do some small business by herself in the future.

300 taels of silver is a sky-high price for an ordinary person.

However, for the famous prostitute who once danced all over the country, and the oiran who spent countless wealthy businessmen, it was so shabby and pale.She ruined her beauty, gave up her youth, and all she was waiting for was a mere 300 taels.

It turns out that she is only worth 300 taels now.

These are the so-called talented men, the so-called passionate sons.What they love is only her momentary beauty, the her they imagined, but it is definitely not the real her.There are romantic guests, but it's just a joke.People say that the opera singer is ruthless, but when she becomes affectionate, what does she get in return?

When all thoughts were lost, another figure somehow entered his mind.

A woman in green clothes had a clean and pure smile, as bright as colored glaze.

"Sister Xiao Qiao."

who is it?Who is calling her?

Such a gentle and tactful voice, familiar yet unfamiliar.

She suddenly remembered, the girl who used to sleep with her and lived with her, the girl who relied on her and admired her, the girl whose eyes seemed to twinkle like stars when she saw her, the girl who even when she was the most down-and-out, the most When she was not beautiful, she still shed tears every day to see her girl.

The girl who told her that Liu Mingjun didn't love her, only she loved her.

Bino...

Bino...

She really loved her, and whenever she smiled shyly at herself, there would be a kind of sweet tenderness pouring out from the bottom of her heart.Those days of being together were indeed the best memories of her more than ten years of falling into prostitution.

There is no compromise, no bad money, no perverted hobbies of those benefactors.Bino knows what she likes and understands her disposition and temper.And so is she.She even knew how many moles Bino had on her body, that she had a tendency to get up, and that she liked to curl up in a ball when she was sleeping, like a kitten.

When did I start to be jealous of her?

It was probably the day when she noticed the first fine lines appeared in the corners of her eyes... She turned her head and saw that Bino was still sleeping soundly on the bed, even without makeup, her skin was as smooth and fresh as water.

Getting old is the nightmare of all women.However, no one can escape.Those men told them over and over again that once they were old, they were worthless, and they changed from women made of water to stupid things.And they also believed it, as if they really had a price tag on them, which kept decreasing with the passage of time.The oppressive feeling of being pushed, the fear of becoming what she hates the most, and the hopeless sense of nowhere to escape are the curse of every woman.

But is it possible that with the passing of time, those things that were once pleasing in the temperament are gone?Are those good memories gone?Could it be that their entire value is only in the skin?

If this is the case, why did Binuo still chase her and love her when she was aging like that?Why does she keep coming back again and again even though she speaks ill of her?

Is she worth it?

What's more... What's more, what did I do to her?

Bino's face rotted little by little in front of her, tears flowed from those beautiful phoenix eyes, and a choking sound came out of her throat.Her slender neck was strangled by a pair of ruthless hands, and it would break if she exerted a little force.

She will lose the person who loves her the most in this world.

"No!!!!" Suddenly realizing that the hand belonged to her, Le Qiao's consciousness struggled to get out of the abyss of resentment, and the connection between her life soul and Prajna ghost was shaken in an instant.

At this moment, Tan Yangzi sucked the Prajna ghost in with the soul-absorbing beads. Le Qiao only felt a nausea in his throat, and then lay down on the ground and coughed violently.

She coughed for a long time before she gradually realized that Bino was hugging her and patting her on the back lightly.The veil on Binuo's face had fallen off, revealing a rotten and terrifying face.Le Qiao stared at her blankly, finally raised her trembling hand, and carefully touched Bino's cheek.

God... what did she do! ! !

At this time, the men who were controlled by the Prajna ghost also fell down in twos and threes, and fell into a short coma.And the light of the protection spell gradually dissipated, and Yan Fei opened his eyes.

He did it! ! !

Not only can he hypnotize more than a dozen men at the same time, but he can also sneak into Le Qiao's consciousness to use the dream trick!

With a little bit of pride, he trudged over in a little embarrassment among the lying men, ran to Tan Yangzi, raised a smile waiting for praise, "Master, did you catch him?"

Tan Yangzi didn't look at him at all, but just took a closer look at the Dementor Orb in his palm.The bead is still white at the moment, but it is covered with a layer of light gray.

"I caught it, but there are still a lot of eggs that need to be cleaned up." Tan Yangzi raised his head and saw several blurred figures leaning against the railing and looking down.Thinking that the whole building might have been planted with eggs, he felt a splitting headache.

Yan Fei who didn't get Master's praise and was a little bit disappointed asked, "Master, how is my performance?"

Tan Yangzi said perfunctorily, "Yeah, not bad." He turned to look at Le Qiao who were still kneeling on the ground.

Le Qiao was lying in Binuo's arms, crying constantly, saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." But there was no resentment in Binuo's eyes, only sadness and pity.She hugged Le Qiao gently, and said softly like a mother comforting a child, "It's okay, it's okay, it's all over."

Tan Yangzi coughed lightly, and said, "There are still some toxins in your skin that need to be cleaned out. Is it possible to ask you to let all the infected people in the building come out?"

Binuo looked up at him with a grateful expression on his face, "Thank you, Taoist priest, for saving your life! I'll make arrangements right away!"

She gently lifted Le Qiao up, wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and led her to the second floor.And Tan Yangzi looked at the people all over the place, and pondered, "It's best to get rid of these men too. Otherwise, there will be troubles again in a while. Yan Fei, do you know how to let them sleepwalk out?"

Yan Fei was taken aback, "Huh? Sleepwalking?"

"Well, they haven't taught you yet?"

Yan Fei never expected that there was such a spell, and he was tongue-tied, "This... I haven't heard of it..."

Tan Yangzi rubbed his temples as if he had a headache, and complained to himself as if he couldn't believe it, "I didn't expect that I would have to do this kind of physical work when I was old."

So next, Yan Fei could only help Tan Yangzi, sacrifice the Zhanye Sword and the Ferry Umbrella, put two or three people on it at a time, and then urged the magic weapon to throw the people two feet away from the Xiaoyu Tower. to Santiao Street.Fortunately, it was almost four o'clock now, and there were not many people on the street, so they wouldn't attract too much attention. They might just think that there were a lot of drunks overnight.

When hundreds of men were finished, both of them were sweating profusely and sat down under the stage to catch their breath.Yan Fei felt very sorry, he didn't know where to make a pot of tea, poured out a cup and handed it to Tan Yangzi as if to please.

Tan Yangzi glanced at him, took a sip from the teacup with no expression on his face.

Yan Fei stretched out his hands to rub Tan Yangzi's shoulders, the strength of his hands was just right, and Tan Yangzi closed his eyes in comfort.

"Master, I will learn how to make people sleepwalk as soon as I go back!"

Tan Yangzi smiled, "Okay, you've learned quickly. I don't blame you as a teacher."

Only then did Yan Fei smirk, and he rubbed more and more vigorously.For a while, the entire Xiaoyu building was quiet, and it seemed that there were only the two of them left.

At this time, Yan Fei asked cautiously, "Master...in your dream before...that fragrance-seeking ghost, is your former Hong Wuchang?"

Tan Yangzi opened his eyes suddenly, and Yan Fei, who carefully looked at his expression from the side, also jumped in his heart.

But Tan Yangzi simply said, "Yes, you've probably heard of it, his name is Siva Moro."

Yan Fei had indeed heard of it, and had imagined what he looked like countless times.He was always inexplicably afraid whether this Siva Moro would look very similar to him, and whether this was the reason why Master took him in.

However, in Master's dream, it is not very similar.

Although he is also a fragrance-seeking ghost, his appearance has some similarities with his ghost body, but he can hardly find any similarities with his human body.

However, Nashiva Mara is also extremely beautiful.

Seeing that scene, I was inexplicably relieved, but when I thought of Master's desperate look, I felt stuffy in my heart.

"Master, do you still miss him?" Yan Fei couldn't help but asked.

Tan Yangzi was silent again.Yan Fei looked at his white hair, but couldn't guess what expression appeared on Master's face.

After a while, Tan Yangzi said, "In recent years, I have rarely thought about it. Time is indeed something that can kill everything."

Tan Yangzi's voice was very deep, but also very flat, without too many ups and downs and emotions.But for some reason, Yan Fei could still hear a trace of sadness and loneliness.