world weapon

Bai Xueji has no expression on her face, only she knows the pain of nails digging into her palms, even though she only saw him before she was three years old, his face has been deeply imprinted in her mind for the next 15 years inside.

She hated, she wanted to pierce his throat now, to avenge her mother.

But she can't do that now, the time is not yet ripe, she still has to be patient, patient...

"Master, what's the matter?" The silence was so long that Sun Xiaodie asked, looking into Qian Bi's ecstatic eyes, a little dissatisfied.

"It's nothing, what's your name?" Qian Bi quickly came to his senses, trying to hide his panic.

"The servant's name is Bai Xiaoyu."

Bai Xiaoyu... Bai...

"You go down first." He suppressed the panic in his heart and tried his best to calm down.

Yes, no, when he saw her fall into the abyss with his own eyes, it was impossible for him to survive.

yes...impossible...

That night, he was awakened by a nightmare. In the dream, Bai Chan was covered in blood, demanding his life with disheveled hair.

He was drenched all over, and Sun Xiaodie beside him was still sleeping peacefully, he became more and more uneasy, so he got out of bed immediately and went to the most secret room in the mansion.

He has never set foot here for 15 years, and has imposed a ban on everyone from entering, because some relics left by Baichan are stored here. Of course, he will not store gold, silver and jewelry, but there are some things in it that he will never allow. relieved.

He shouldn't have kept these things, it's better to destroy them as soon as possible, so as to save night and dream.

He pushed open the old door, and the door bolt made a piercing call, which made him panic. He went in and searched for the innermost cabinet. After searching for a long time, he took out an iron box.

He hurriedly opened it, but was stunned the moment he opened it. He stared blankly at the box that had not been opened for a long time, and there was nothing inside.

The sound of the iron box falling to the ground was very strange in this empty and quiet room.

Bai Xueji hid behind the house, holding a dagger in his hand, and even wanted to rush in and kill him in the next second.

The movement in the house gradually disappeared, he seemed to have left, Bai Xueji looked at the relics left by her mother by the moonlight.

There is no gold, silver or jewelry, only a few manuscripts, a plain white and elegant dress, and a short dagger, with something written in beautiful calligraphy on the manuscript.It turned out that my mother had the habit of keeping diaries all her life, and these diaries should have been written when my mother and Qian Bi were just married.

Qian Bi is a poor scholar. They met at a party. His mother admired his talent, and the two quickly fell in love. However, because of his family background, he was disliked everywhere, so he finally married into the Bai family.

The short dagger is called Butterfly Wing, and it was Bai Chan's dowry back then—one of the two swords of Chanjuan. The blade is extremely thin and sharp, just like a butterfly's wings.The other moonlight has disappeared.

Presumably a seven-foot man can't stand being so aggrieved, but all this is not a reason for him to kill him!

Bai Xueji carefully hid her mother's manuscript in a hidden place, until the next day, when the sky was slightly bright, she went to take care of various internal affairs of the mansion together with other maids.

In the courtyard, the young man was dressed in a strong outfit, holding a wooden sword and gesticulating in the air a few times. He looked quite imposing, but he was panting after a while.

Qian Huai'an is as tall as his father, but not as strong as his father. He has been weak and sick since he was a child. Qian Bi and his wife also worried about this son. In order to keep fit, he needs to practice martial arts here every morning.

Bai Xueji walked over, saluted him slightly, and was about to leave when he heard him calling from behind.

"Xiaoyu."

"What are your orders, young master?" Bai Xueji returned to him, waiting for his order.

"I don't have any orders, I just want to chat with you." He touched his cheek shyly, making Bai Xueji a little puzzled.

"Where do you live?"

"Red Maple Village." After thinking about it, she still named this place.

"Where is that, I have never heard of it."

“No surprises for a small place.”

"Then won't your parents be worried when you come to the imperial capital?"

Bai Xueji paused for a moment and replied: "Both my parents died since I was a child, so I have nothing to worry about."

"Ah? Sorry." He was a little flustered and apologized.

"Master, you don't need to be like this. It's been a long time." She shook her head to show that she didn't care. There was an elderly maid in the kitchen urging her to work, so she left.

Qian Huai'an was left alone in place, staring at her disappearing back.

It was already dawn, and the imperial capital began a new day of hustle and bustle. Bai Xueji brought breakfast to the table, and his wife Sun Xiaodie came late, yawning, but Qian Bi was nowhere to be seen.

"Mom, where's dad? Are you going to do business again?" Qian Huai'an asked aloud.

"No, I don't know what's wrong with him today. I haven't woken up until now, and I can't wake up even if I shout. Ignore him. Let's eat ours."

Qian Huai'an nodded, but did not speak.

"By the way, Huai'an, what do you think of the Second Miss of the Wang family whom I introduced to you last time?"

Qian Huai'an is eighteen this year, and he is about to get married. Naturally, a mother should make arrangements early, but he doesn't think so.

"Mom, I don't like her."

"So what if you like it or not? If you marry her, wouldn't our Qian Wang family be a perfect match? Besides, if you really don't like it, you can take a few concubines."

"How does this work."

"Don't fight any more, feelings can be cultivated."

Qian Huai'an pouted aggrievedly, but her eyes couldn't help looking at Bai Xueji, who was serving beside her. She lowered her head, opened her eyes slightly, and her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly feathers.

It would be great if he could marry her as his wife.

The sun is three poles high, the scorching sun brutally bakes the earth, and the scalding heat waves erode people's bodies and souls.

Bai Xueji was ordered by Sun Xiaodie to serve Qian Huai'an in Qian Huai'an's bed. She fanned the wind with a cattail fan, but she couldn't stop him from sweating profusely.

"Xiaoyu, fan yourself."

"No need, young master, I'm not hot." Although she said so, she was only pretending to be relaxed.

Qian Huai'an writes freely on the rice paper, and the ink seems to be given life under his pen. He loves peonies very much, and the bright red shows good luck and fresh life.

Bai Xueji was fascinated by the painting, shaking her hand up and down mechanically, but a plan had already emerged in her mind.

"Master, can you lend me this bottle of red ink?"

"What are you coming for?"

"I think the young master is just a wave of his hand, it is a wonderful masterpiece, and I am eager to try it."

When Qian Huai'an heard her slightly playful words, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Of course, but this painting is not that simple."

"If there is anything I don't understand, I can ask the young master for advice." She showed a smile, and the two pear dimples were extremely agile on her fair face, her big eyes were watery, and her bright pupils shone like stars.

Qian Huai'an couldn't help looking at it obsessively, and that flowery smile was forever frozen in his mind.

There was a knock on the door, and the old maid came in and saluted Qian Huai'an, but there were not enough people in the wing, so she also greeted Bai Xueji.

She left Qian Huai'an's bedroom with the old maid. The bright smile just now disappeared in a flash, and she regained her calm look.

At this time, the old maid bowed slightly, and called out respectfully: "Master."

Qian Bi came out of the dormitory in disheveled clothes, his eyes were bloodshot, he seemed to have not slept well, he stared fixedly at Bai Xueji who was also bowing and saluting, as if he wanted to see through her.

But Bai Xueji was not timid at all, she stood up and brushed past Qian Bi.

In the middle of the night, the evening wind made waves on the green grass, everything was silent, all living beings rested, only the wild cats were still wandering in the empty streets.

Qian Bi opened his eyes suddenly, the eyes were as big as a gong, panting heavily, looking around in fear, there were still familiar decorations and familiar people.

He couldn't help dreaming about Bai Chan, dreaming about the thing he did 15 years ago, he thought he had forgotten it, and after 15 years of self-hypnosis, he finally forgot the thing, but after seeing the maid, he completely recalled it .

He didn't feel sleepy at all, and his body was wet with sweat, so he simply got out of bed and wandered around in the backyard, but somehow he came to the mourning hall of Qian's family.

His ancestors are enshrined here. Although they are all poor scholars, they have already developed in his generation. Isn't this the pride of the whole family?Although only he knew it, he quietly set up two tablets here.

It belonged to Bai Chan and Bai Xueji.

Perhaps for atonement, he came to pay homage to them every day in the first few years, but he stopped coming after a long time, and the two memorial tablets were left in the corner, full of dust.

He was staring at the two tablets in a daze, and suddenly put a hand on his shoulder.

Bai Xueji opened her eyes, she was very awake, she didn't feel sleepy at all, she sat up gently, trying not to disturb the maid at the side, she took out the white clothes from her mother's belongings and changed into them, let her long hair loose, He stained his face and hands with the red ink he got from Qian Huai'an.

She came to the courtyard, and she looked horrific in the moonlight.

She came to Qianbi's bedroom door, but saw him coming out, she followed him all the way to the mourning hall, she walked over lightly, and put his shoulders on his shoulders.

Qian Bi was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. He turned his head to look at Bai Xueji in disguise, with disheveled hair and blood on his face. Isn't this the Bai Chan in his dream?Is this asking for his life?

"Who are you!?" He shouted in a trembling voice.

"Don't you remember me? I'm your wife, Bai Chan." Bai Xueji approached slowly, she looked like a Rakshasa crawling out of hell.

"You fart!" Qian Bi retreated little by little, and suddenly touched a sharp object, picked it up and found it was a dagger.

He stood up suddenly, holding the dagger like crazy and gesticulating at Bai Xueji. Bai Xueji dodged, but was accidentally injured by him, bleeding profusely.

Enduring the pain, she escaped from there, leaving Qian Bi to frantically chop the air until she was exhausted.