The Wicked Girl

The precious daughter of Song Ba Tian, the champion of Wulin, is lost.

The cause is very simple, nothing more than the old friend Yuzhou reunion, the Song Dynasty leader was happy, it is inevitable in the master Zheng Fu drink a few cups, who thought after half a day, brought together to visit friends daughter is gone! This loss can be the fear of heaven and earth is not afraid of the Song Lord anxious bad, a wine wake up in the afternoon, in a hurry to turn the Zheng Fu upside down, but even the girl half of the shadow did not see. Finally, the old friend Zheng Yugan apologetically tied up his fat boy, pressed for a long time, only to know that his daughter was the smelly boy gas ran.

It is night, Yuzhou City former city master house outside, came bursts of sobbing. I saw a red girl with a double bun, sitting on the doorstep of the stone steps, waxy waxy to SOB quietly, while crying while pulling up the small sleeve, not to wipe tears snot.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blowing, blowing Lu Fu gate "crunch" move, sitting at the door of the girl suddenly a shuder, also could not help but play a big "Ah-choo".

Song Shengnan shrank his head and rubbed his tearful eyes. He turned to stand still and looked at the big "Lu Fu" on his head with some confusion. Then he stretched his head to look at the scarlet door, but found that nothing could be seen. Her curiosity grew so strong that she forgot her sobs for a moment and put her left foot hesitantly forward, almost pulling it back because of the cold wind that was blowing in her heart, but in the end her curiosity overcame her fear and she took two steps at the same time and leaned quietly over the crack in the door and looked in.

The inside of the door was still dark, and nothing seemed to be visible, but there was a faint yellow light in the middle of the great courtyard, which was fluttered by the night wind.

"Now that you are here, come in." A soft female voice sounded out of thin air, and then there was a flash of green light at the crack of the door, and the door opened slowly, and a woman in white came out. She was dressed in a light colored skirt embroidered with large silk pear petals, and draped in a white silk gauze gown that hung down to the edge of her slender feet. A delicate pink jade belt was tied around her waist, which made her look more graceful and elegant. Looking up, she could see her lotus root paper umbrella in her left hand, which showed her bright eyes and teeth, and her curved eyebrows were hibiscus jade. She was looking at herself with a smile. In her right hand she was holding a small cylindrical lantern whose candlelight seemed to sway gently when the night wind blew.

"It turned out to be a little sister," the woman with the umbrella crouched down slowly, her smile softening. "But your adults would be worried if they stayed out so late."

"You look so pretty, big sister." Song Shengnan gawked at the enlarged hibiscus face in front of him and murmured.

"Little sister you are very cute." Wen Xuan put down the lantern and gently touched the girl's little head.

"But that stinky boy Zheng Key kept calling me ugly and a man woman." When Song Shengnan heard this, he suddenly remembered the scene in which he had been laughed at this afternoon. The corners of his mouth turned aggrieved and tears filled his eyes.

"That is he is still small, can not see the beauty and ugliness," Wen Xuan stretched out white fingertips, pointed to the girl's heart, "fleur skin is easy to have, pure heart is hard to find."

"But he also said I had a birthmark on my face and would never marry when I grew up... Whoo..."

"Well... You'll meet the right person later, when you grow up."

"Really? !"

"Of course,

"That sister you are immortal? !"

"Well... Or rather, the lover of the gods."

"What about sister your lover, immortal brother?"

"My sister was so stupid that she lost him."

"And will he come back?"

"Yes, that brother is reluctant to go far."

"That man... What about Ah Man's lover?"

"When the time came, he came for a boy."

"Hey, will he be a general like Lu Ying, the legendary god of war in Yuzhou City?"

"Well... Perhaps even better than the general."

"When will the boy meet him?"

"Red maple evening, ancient road."

"Will the boy ever meet his sister again?"

"I shall see you again, if you want to make business with your sister."

"A deal?

"I break your acacia, you are passionate."

"?? The girl scratched her head on the small pull, a pair of thick eyebrows almost wrinkled into a small earthworm.

"Snort! The woman with the umbrella showed her lips with a smile, smoothed the messy hair on the small head opposite, and softly said, "Don't understand, only good."

Cicadas chirping and frogs chirping four times. In the eastern corner of Yuzhou City, there is only one small smile, which drives away some coolness for the originally desolate empty house.

The next day, the Song Dynasty leader and Zheng Yuwai's family, who had been searching for their daughter in vain all night, suddenly saw the daughter of the Song family, who had been missing for a day, at the foot of the stone steps outside the Zheng Palace. To wake up, the Song father quickly asked about the place, she is repeatedly shaking his head, half impression also no.

Five years later, Song Ba Tian visited his friend again with his daughter.

Yuzhou City, larkspur like Bess, Qin mulberry low green branches, just is the spring floating good season. Outside one of the green walls of the courtyard stood a tall woman wrapped in a water-red damask cloak, which fell almost an inch in front of her small deerskin boots. Perhaps it was a thin, cold spring. At the neck of the cloak was a circle of soft white fluff, with a green turquoise in the center. Only from a distance, not close.

This is what Zheng Yue saw when she pulled herself out of the wall. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up, patted herself on the head, pulled out a playful smile, and slipped down from the old willow tree beside the wall with her butt hanging out.

"Ah Youyou, I haven't seen you in the past two years, and it turns out that she has turned into a woman. If it weren't for the birthmark in your right eye, I almost didn't recognize our renowned martial arts lady Song." Zheng Yue, once her feet hit the ground, shrank her thin body with her delicate head on one side and turned her body around, "Tut tut, it turns out that people depend on clothes and Buddha depends on gold."

"So are you," Then the cloak moved slightly, and a plain hand covered with thin cocoons came out gently. I saw a green porcelain vase held between the slender white fingers. After a sweep of the sun, even the hand on the vase seemed to float a layer of soft light, which made people's hearts move. "

"Hee hee, although the face is ugly, but the heart is not bad, the little Lord here thanked the girl to give medicine," Zheng Yue eyes a soft, gradually convergence of eyebrows, like a decent bow. When he got up, suddenly remembered that he has a companion should be crouched in the wall, but at this time was hanging in the above, Zheng Yue hurriedly turned around, and ran to the wall in the past. Amazed, Song looked up to see what was going on, but he only saw a young man with his hair in a flash and disappeared, followed by the sound of footsteps landing softly on the wall.

"Brother Wei, why did you turn it over again?" Zheng Yue sighed, disappointed, "Not good with Zheng Mou to listen to music?"

The wall was quiet for a moment, and then came a young voice like a fountain of water: "Thank you Brother Zheng, I think Wei is just here with my father to rest for a while, we will leave soon. When Brother Zheng is accompanied by a beautiful woman, Wei will not bother him."

"All right... But this girl is no beauty, and if you look at her face, you..."

The man's voice stopped abruptly and was replaced by a muffled snort.

"Ouch! Song Shengnan, do you have iron hands? Hammerman hurts too!"

Two more dull "thump" came.

"There, there! My aunt! Little mouth, never dare to talk nonsense!"

The boy in the wall heard the noise outside gradually away, also slowly turned around, gently waved away the sought guard, a pair of black pupil fixed looking at the little red plum on the green wall, gradually out of God.

Four years later, it was the beginning of spring again.

The body of the Song dynasty is getting worse and worse, the forces of the Wulin began to be ready to move up, the original all-powerful Song home fort, suddenly became the target of the public, all the men to its covetously, all ready to take the opportunity to replace Song Ba day become the next leader. At this time, the Song family had rarely appeared the big miss Song Shengnan actually stood out, secretly sent the door to visit the size of the door, or to lure the interests, or use the handle to blackmail, unexpectedly in a short half month, calm the riots, such a vigorous school of action, than many men in the world, but also capable of three points.

If this Miss Song is a beautiful, the world is at most sigh two sentences, this woman is extraordinary, is a female hero. But Song Shengnan is a face spilled color, although the skin is white jade, but the left eye side more than a piece of red birthmark, pebble size, a bright, scared people dare not look. As time went by, some unpleasant words came out, and even some rivers and lakes tabloids jokingly said, "There is a girl in the Song family who is 18, fierce and ugly." Since then, the name of the evil girl in the Song family has been thoroughly spread, and all the marriageable men in rivers and lakes avoid her like snakes and scorpions.

It is autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the green is gilded.

It was a beautiful autumn day. A girl of the Song family was traveling with her servant. Through the red Maple ancient Road, Miss Song in the rabbit hunting, accidentally shot a young medicine, then immediately returned, with the man back to the house.

There are rumors that the male appearance is very beautiful, temperament is clear, everyone is enlightened, evil woman this move, intended to strong captives.

Song Jiapu inside.

Song Shengnan wrinkled a pair of willow eyebrows, fixed fixed eyes on the bed in a coma cloth man. The skin is as smooth as grease, the lips are like cherry blossom, a pair of sword eyebrows fly slanting into the temples, and two long black ciliary curls are a good skin appearance.

Ah, such a look of the man, palm delicate no cocoon, a look is a wealthy son of privilege, but a cloth suit appeared out of thin air in the woods to pick medicine, but also happened to be shot by the arrow of Song Jia Bao, it is too much coincidence.

"What will your ladyship do when this gentleman sobers up?" The butler's uncle, who was usually very unsmiling, kept looking back and forth at his young lady and the man in the tent with his green eyes, and almost smiled like a chrysanthemum beside his wrinkled face. "Between the old slave, why don't you put him in the west wing for the time being?"

"No need, just drive him away," Song Shengnan looked at the man's shins slightly soaked with blood, and then said again, "Arrange to go to the inn, do everything well, so that he can rest easy."

"Miss... Is that appropriate?"

The tall woman, wrapped in red, flicked the grass crumbs on her robe, and with her clear black and white eyes, scanned the man on the bed with a twitching middle finger. "If you don't want to go," she said, "you'll get better and be sent to the stove."

After the words, I saw Jin was beside the finger slightly stiff, no movement.

The next day, Song Jiapu back garden.

The peony garden is full of flowers, and the disorderly flowers gradually want to charm turbid eyes. Song Shengnan, dressed in a white gown with his hair simply tied up in a bun, stood quietly among the flowers and trees, carefully examining each cluster of brilliant colors on the green branches.

"Unexpectedly, the girl originally heart is the national color peony." A husky male voice suddenly came over him.

Song Shengnan gently withdrew his eyes, slowly deflected his head, turned his head and looked at the Qingyi man outside the garden. His face was still pale from the loss of blood, but his eyes were clear and he was in good spirits. He did not appear to be seriously injured.

"HMM." Wei Qing saw the woman in the garden almost caught in the flowers, only slightly nodded her head, and then turned her head to a red peony with a big face, and continued to stare. In the face of the woman's reaction, he froze for a moment, and then deathless continue to talk: "The world more sigh peony brilliant color vulgar, the girl looks... Uh... Even though he was not worldly, he did not expect to be a person who cherishes flowers."

"Beautiful," she said, lifting her sleeve and gently wiping a touch of black from the petals, her eyes gentle and pure, "and fragile, so I want to pity."

Only Qing Yi Zheng, barely audible frown, voice also unconsciously more cold, "beautiful things, are often born weak, so go to Israel, but this shallow love and how long can last? It's better to be on one side early than to start and end."

"Maybe," Song Shengnan heard the man light irony, but also not angry, just bent down to take ladle morning picked up the mountain spring, careful to flower tree body was slowly pouring, gentle and careful, "but this peony is my childhood at first glance to see the heart to go, I am afraid this life will be difficult to do not jiao into the eyes. Peony ah peony, you and rest at ease, Ah male only a spoony, will not be placed in another family Jiao Hua branches."

Only clear see that day the body crotch horse, galloping mountains of the hero woman at this time to the flower soliloquy, a face serious appearance, the heart under a loose, could not help but "splutter" a laugh out, helpless shook his head, joking: "I was the first time to see the flower confession of the fool."

"This is also the first time I have met a fool who would rather be shot than get into Song Jiapu." Song Shengnan patted his dusty palm and straightened up, looking steadily at the handsome man in the opposite direction with a slightly more severe look. "I'll give you 15 minutes before I send someone to throw you out."

"Miss Song is really clever. To tell the girl the truth, there is only one true intention."

"What is it?

"Your heart."

After hearing this, Miss Song kept silent and left hurriedly with her pail hanging on her back and her expression confused. But left Qingyi man alone, in the garden of fragrant flowers, almost smile bent a pair of show eyes.

That night a servant was ordered to carry him out of the castle. The man opened up his wounds and his countenance was sorrowful.

Half a month later, Miss Song personally led the crowd to drive people, holding a whip, wearing a long sword, angry rushed into the corner of the room, saw jade face son beaming, very happy, and then from the side of the body out a peony icing, sent to the woman's hand. The young lady held the candy flowers in her hand, and her face was frozen. Then she covered her ears and hurried away.

Since then, every morning, miss window will be more than a bag of cow skin oil paper, out of the paper bag, the original is crystal peony, crystal sugar flower, layer of overlapping, very delicate heart, late autumn things dry sky cold, the scenery outside the window bleak, only in the hands of peony, vaguely also out of sugar thin heat, let the heart warm.

Half a month later, Miss toothache cheek swelling, fortunately, after the window, no exquisite sugar flowers, instead, or small flower carving, or unique flower sign, all exquisitely carved, vivid.

After January.

One day, Song Shengnan opened the window of the cabinet and saw nothing on the board. Occasionally a few snowflakes drifted down and left some dark watermarks in the window. At this point, the woman pushing the window twisted her eyebrows, leaned out somewhat bewildered, and looked out of the window at the ground in a minute detail, only to see the green SLATE gradually covered with white frost.

"Is Qing there?" The sound of the door suddenly sounded, and the children trotted to the wooden door of the west wing and gently pulled open the latch.

"The lady? !" The child saluted hurriedly.

"Xiao Dong need not be too polite. Is the only prince in it?" Song Shengnan reached out and gently brushed his temples, quietly pinching the hot tips of his ears.

"I would like to inform you, Madam, that Childe Wei went out yesterday afternoon, saying that he was going to town to go shopping, but he has not come back yet." Xiaodong rubbed his hands nervously, and his face was a little worried. "The little man wanted to tell her last night, but Childe Wei told her a thousand times before leaving that she should not know about it, so I..."

The little servant perturbed raised his head, but found that Miss Song's crimson coat had already disappeared.

A quarter of an hour later, the side door of Song Jiapu opened wide, and I saw a bright red color with the "Tata" horse hooves, gradually disappearing into the vast snow.

Song Shengnan found Wei Qing in an abandoned thatched hut on the outskirts of the city, her lips black with cold. She calmed down her breathing, strode forward, unwrapped her red robe and gently covered the man. When he was about to rise, he was grabbed by the wrist. The man's hand was as cold as white jade.

'Why did you leave the castle? Song Shengnan did not open his hands, but lowered his eyes, so that people could not see clearly.

"Ahem, to beg a treasure," "A few days ago, I heard from Xiaodong that a vendor from different regions of the country came to the city, specializing in selling the crystal carving of various exotic flowers. So I tried to look for it for half a day, but did not think of returning to the castle in the evening. There was a snow storm."

"Are you a fool to lose half your life?" Suddenly, Song Shengnan raised his eyes and fixed them on the man in front of him. He felt as if his heart was burning with flames, almost burning his chest.

"Do you think it's beautiful?" Only Qing also did not answer, but some trembling to raise the white in the green left hand, hard to hand the palm of the things sent to the woman in front of the voice dry but gentle, vaguely seems to still with a bit of expectation, "I this period of time to find the city gardener, but now has already passed the flower season, deer leek have fallen, only it can also bloom in the cold wind, just like you."

Song Shengnan ears red, carefully took it, eyes softer, eyes almost gleam.

That night, Miss alone rode out of the castle, the way was not clear, the leader was very angry, sent people to search around, did not expect a few hours later, Miss white horse unexpectedly ran back, behind is also pulling an old carriage, the crowd wanted to see, but was frightened away by a lady angrily, the carriage went straight into the garden, Miss himself will a man out, and sent someone quickly to the palace doctor over. Later, it was rumored that the carriage man was the son of Qing Dynasty who had been living in the west wing room for a long time. The son entered the body with cold evil, and his life was on the line. Fortunately, someone was able to ward off the cold and send the doctor in time, so that he could save his life.

Soon after this day, the martial arts hall in the fort will be more of a scenery, on one side is the Erba red makeup dancing swords and swords, on the other side is the modest gentleman carving and painting, two people occasionally smile at each other, which is silent and clear.

Two months later, Zheng Yue came to the castle, betrothal gift red box born put ten miles, swagger and grandiose.

This matter alarmed the Song castle up and down, even bed rest for a long time, but also support the sick, personally entertain Zheng Fu childe up.

"My nephew... What does that mean?" Song Ba Tian took a cup of tea slowly tasting, a pair of leopard eyes wandering at the seat under the white man.

"This time, I came here to offer the precious grass ganoderma lucidum to my uncle as instructed by my father, and to my nephew himself. Uncle Song, the little nephew has been admiring Ah Nan for a long time. He has devoted all his energy to Zheng Fu, only to marry a beautiful woman into the palace." The man in the hall changed his casual appearance, and there was no joke in his tawny eyes.

"But... But you and A boy never agree. I have discussed this with your father, but you are really against it, so we have to give it up." Song Ba Tian looked embarrassed to sweep the silent daughter, then gently shook his head to the man under the hall.

"In the past, I only blamed my nephew for being young and ignorant and did not understand the truth. In the future, my nephew will surely..."

'Shut up! Before Zheng Yue finished, originally silent Song Shengnan suddenly stood up, word by word, "Zheng Yue, what are you playing tricks?"

"Male, I am serious," Zheng Yue light corners of the mouth, eyes is never gentle, "I want to marry you."

'But I don't want to. If you still think I'm your friend, you'll stop this silly game. ' Song Shengnan frowned, but no longer looked at the man.

"Ok," Zheng Yue waved her hand helplessly, changed her eyes to be full of deep feeling, raised her eyebrows, sat down on the lacquered wooden chair at the side of the hall, and slapped her head with annoyance. "I knew you would refuse. No way, my father forced me to get married, but he wandered for many years, did not meet a can be relieved. I had hoped that we might not get along, but you have broken my childish China heart by refusing so plainly!"

"Get out." Song Shengnan did not bother to look at him. He took out a piece of warm jade petticoat from his sleeve and walked briskly to the west wing.

"Ah, ah, you don't marry me, don't be cheated away by other bad boys!" Looking at the red shadow in front of the farther away, Zheng Yue's voice to finally become a few can not smell, "fool, don't believe men so easily ah."

Song Jiapu west wing room, a Qingyi man is painting.

"Creak" a sound, someone pushed the door and entered.

"Boy, what are you doing here?" Wei Qing calmly turned around, reached out to the side of the teahouse, gently for the woman in front of a cup of tea.

"Come to see you," Song Shengnan said with a smile, took the porcelain cup and tasted it carefully. But he found that the man had been smiling at him, so he added a few words uncomfortably, "Uh... There was a troublemaking sparrow in the castle today, so we have lost some time."

"Has the sparrow flown away?"

"Well, I got rid of him."

"No wonder I'm much calmer and less impetuous."

"Well..."

"Eh? What's that in your hand, man?"

"For you, jade."

"The jade is shiny and smooth, and it is a good jade that is hard to see."

"Do you like... This piece of jade is my mother's legacy, called 'Nian Jiao'. It has been with me for nineteen years. Now I give it to you, hoping to keep you safe."

"Is this actually the jade peepings that Lu Ying gave to the commanderies in the former dynasty according to legend?"

"Perhaps. My mother did not tell me where the jade came from, but she did often tell me the story of the Princess of Wen 'ai."

"I understand what this piece of jade means to you. Ah man rest assured, only Qing will deliver you."

"HMM." The tips of the red woman's ears were as red as blood.

The next day, the Qing Childe of the West wing room disappeared.

The first month, the eldest lady of Song Jiapu left alone and visited all over Los Angeles, unable to find anyone.

The next month, the big lady of Song Jiapu closed her door and practiced her skills frantically.

The third month, the big miss of Song Jia Bao agreed with his father to fight for marriage, did not think it was very difficult to attract the head armour, but it is a cheat to take money to slip.

In the fourth month, the Wulin leader Song Ba Tian relapsed and died of his injuries. Song Shengnan revitalize the spirit, clean the traitor, receive the Song castle matters.

In the fifth month, the second prince Wei Qing returned from the border city Yuzhou and found the treasure that the former general Lu Ying had hidden before the Wei army slaughtered the city. Emperor Yan Qiao of Wei was overjoyed and awarded his mother a thousand liang of gold. He also pardoned Wei Qing's mother and took her out of the cold palace.

The sixth month, the king of Qingping Wei Qing rebellion, plot to force the palace, who expected the emperor of Wei wily, bide one's time and hide one's strength and hide one's strength, only to defeat the last dynasty. All the rebels involved were killed on the spot, only the imperial history of Mo Yan escaped, the second prince Wei Qing was temporarily detained in Dali Temple, his life was in danger.

Two months later.

The palace suddenly caught fire, the former queen read the palace burned a clean, the emperor of Wei was also buried in the vast sea of fire. Fortunately, the early emperor left a decree, the throne to Du Guifei's son green Yan King, and amnesty two Prince Wei Qing and his mother Zhao Cairen, life will be imprisoned in the Qing Ping palace forever, this life not out of the house. At the same time, rivers and rivers on the prosperous Song home castle also unconsciously gradually withdrew from the public line of sight, the first generation of the leader Song Shengnan gave way to the Yin, and then Yuzhou rich businessman's son Zheng Yue into the Song family, take over the fort matters, soon after, Song Shengnan suffered from disease died, half a year later, Zheng Yue married another beauty.

Rivers and lakes on a sigh, only the road is Song Shu thin life, Zheng Lang shallow, strange is, the Song home fort up and down, but no life complaints, a piece of enron.

A surname

Qingli thirty years spring, Qingping king rebellion.

Song Jiabao Peony Garden.

Peony branches swaying, delicate and charming fragrance, but the garden than the national color also moving a few points, is a curling shadow.

Holding the lotus root paper umbrella in her hand, Wen Yue slightly bent over her body, closed her eyes and sniffed a closed moon in front of her.

"Have you thought this through? 'she asked softly.

"Well," said the woman in the red beside her, with a determined nod and falling on her knees, "I beg my sister."

"Was it worth it for a man who left you?"

"Since the day I found out who he was, Ah Nan didn't hate him. I just felt sorry for him and gradually understood some of the things he had said to me."

'What words?

"He hated the Emperor of Wei, so he satirized me for my love of peony skin. But at the same time, he is eager to obtain his father's approval, so painstaking close to me, is in order to get "read the rule" open land home treasure. In the end, however, he failed because the Wei Emperor, as a father, was too cruel to him. So, I don't hate him. I just... Just pity him."

"What about the other poor man?

"Zheng Yue and I, although we have become husband and wife, but in name, I brought him into trouble. My father wouldn't have married me if he hadn't wanted me to. Now that I have finished the castle, I can only hope to set him free, and myself free."

"But when there is no one, there is nothing."

"Someone has said to me before that she is waiting for someone and if she can't come back, then she will go and get him back. A male can not bear the pain, do not want to be the one to wait, to be the first to leave, to let people think of a lifetime, a lifetime, wait for a lifetime."

"So... Could it be so?" Wen King looked up at the head of the green umbrella surface, gently raised the corners of his mouth, seems to be talking to himself and murmured, "Originally, others only know you are crazy, did not think, you are the most transparent that."

"Ah Nan is willing to exchange his soul for Wei Qing's life, although he will not regret it."

"Yes, I promise."

"Thank you sister," Song Shengnan looked at the green green fingertips closer and closer to themselves, consciousness is also more trance up, before completely lost consciousness, she involuntarily blurted out softly, "Male has not seen sister before?" But he only saw the lips of the woman in front of him, and before he could distinguish her answer, he fled into the darkness.

A surname

Qingping Palace.

"Look, Qing 'er! Your father he came to see me again! Ha ha! I told you he'd come around! What good is that bitch?! He still thinks about his death! I'll have her pulverized, I'll have her pulverized! Ha ha ha!" A gray-haired woman, in a mad mood, kept whispering to a bamboo tree, with a look of evil and cruel, and a gentle look of water, causing the only two old slaves in the house to look at each other and then shake their heads helplessly.

In another courtyard, is a quiet painting Qingyi man. With a smile on his lips and soft eyes on the page, he said softly, "Male, do you know where we first met? Hongfeng Ancient Road? No. Yuzhou Lufu? Nor is it."

The breeze blew through the thin paper, making a "rustling" sound, like a woman's soft voice.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you. Do you remember five years ago you saved a little beggar two days before you delivered medicine to Zheng Yue? In fact, I am the little beggar. When my father was visiting Yuzhou privately, he met an assassin and pushed me out to fend off the sword. I fell down the hillside and didn't die, but instead I became a beggar and met you."

"That must have been the worst moment of my life. I wanted to hide myself in the ground. But you brought me out, gave me your robe to keep me warm, and took me to the post to eat Wonton noodles. When I was hungry and burned my tongue, you pressed your lips and smiled, and the hot air made your forehead look like a peony."

"I look back on that day as one of the happiest days I've ever had, without my father's scorn, without my mother's prodding, without having to pretend to you."

"Ah, you talk with me, OK?"

"Boy, will you come out of the picture?"

"Boy, let's go back to that time, shall we?"

Qingyi man fondled the paper, I saw a tall woman in red, hands holding a burning peony, smiling.