Sixty-sixth bowl of soup (1)

In just three days, the female ghost experienced the process of a woman’s life from joy to sorrow.

On the first day, she was in the arms of a young man, who was handsome and considerate and affectionate, and when he held her in his arms, it was really water-like warmth, which seemed to drown in his affectionate eyes.

But the female ghost felt cold all over.

Obviously it is such a warm embrace, why does she still feel cold? This question became clear when she looked up and saw the youth. Because although he is smiling on his face and the corners of his mouth, his eyes are not smiling.

It was a cold, unfeeling expression with a deep hatred.

But she didn't say anything, and listened to him quietly in the arms of the young man. If all hypocrisy were put aside, then the two of them could really be said to be a couple of gods and goddesses.

On the second day, she was tied to the bed, with the rope sinking deeply into her limbs, and at the same time, there was extremely humiliating pain. The pain may not be hers, but the host's, but the female ghost felt the same, very clear. She felt the deep unbelievable and sadness in the host's heart, and then watched the gentle and gentle youth in her memory incarnate as an affectionate devil and wreak havoc on her.

What is this?

Memories flooded to the female ghost like a tide. It turned out that the host was the daughter of this young enemy. Her father killed his family. So he wanted to avenge his family. He took the brunt of the enemy’s palm pearl, Fu Liuli.

Colored glaze is fragile, like a bead like a treasure.

How much her father loved her, how fierce the youth was to destroy her. Now she is no longer the daughter of Master Tai Shiling, but a concubine in Master Yu Shi's family.

The father died. He was ransacked on charges of collaborating with the enemy and treason. Only she was brought out by the youth and placed in the Imperial Palace. No one knew about it, including the emperor who deeply trusted this powerful official.

When Fu Liuli learned everything, her whole body collapsed, but the young man took her and forced her to see with his own eyes that the whole family was beheaded at Caijiekou. The heads were rolling everywhere, and the executioner picked them up. He got up, like a melon, and threw it into the bag at will.

Then he brought her back and took her when she was on the verge of madness.

It's deception again.

It's betrayal again.

The female ghost was infected. She didn’t even know if it was Fu Liuli’s memory or her own. She didn’t know who the pain was. She just lost all her sanity and restraint and became resentful of the world and herself. , Also resented the man on him.

All the pain is caused by men.

On the third day, not only Fu Liuli, including the female ghost, were completely out of control.

For ten hours of pain, the whole person seemed to be torn apart, and there was no language to describe this crazy pain. The painful she didn’t want to be in the world, she wanted to return to the bottom of the Wangchuan River, where she was. It's also good, where, all sorrows need not be concealed, all madness need not be restrained.

But she finally woke up, with the blood covering the sky under her.

A madman gave birth to a dead child.

No one dared to take the dead child away from the madman's arms. They only know that this is a child with flesh and blood, including the nose, eyes, and mouth. If he takes good care of him during pregnancy, he should be very healthy. When he is born, he can walk. Can speak, can be called a mother, and will grow up safely.

But his mother was a lunatic, a tortured lunatic who lost his mind and was kept in the West Wing. No one knew that she was pregnant, and no one knew that she had a baby. It wasn't until she wailed crazily across the sky that no one saw the bloodstains in the sky in the west wing.

Fu Liuli held her dead child tightly, the mass of flesh and blood was still warm when it left her body, but she knew he was dead.

He died without being born.

He died without a chance to cry.

Her sobbing cry was like the curse of an evil spirit, and it descended on every place in this gorgeous mansion, because she didn’t let anyone approach it. Whoever approached would bite and kill whoever. The people who despise this place naturally do not. Will come, but Yushi-sama is not in the house, and he can't be notified for a short time.

Fu Liuli held the dead child in this way, holding him for a long time, still with the tender and lingering maternal love, to kiss the cold and stiff flesh that had turned into purple and black.

She hurts.

It hurts even more than being in Wangchuan, it hurts even when it is dead, and it hurts when it is alive. The sum of all the goodness and kindness of the previous worlds can't bear the pain of even the soul being torn apart at this moment.

But she knew that she couldn't go on like this anymore. For a few moments, she couldn't tell whether she was a female ghost from Wangchuan or a lunatic who lost her mind.

It's okay to be crazy, but she is very awake, the more painful, the more awake she is.

She is nothing at all.

The people she met and the beauty she had were not hers. It's Fengjin's, Qianxun's, and Qingluo's, but the only pain is the female ghost's.

She is not any of those women, she herself is so dark and misunderstood, even if she tries to restrain herself, even if she desperately wants to get better, she still can't get better.

She is like Liuli now, suffering physically and mentally, painful to her bones.

There is no one in the west wing, and the people are whispering outside the door. No one knows who this lunatic is, only that the adults locked her in half a year ago. After that, no one is allowed to enter or leave the west wing for half a year. They often heard crying from the West Wing, and gradually realized that there was a madman inside, but it was the first time that they were crying like this.

Someone dared to go in for a few steps, but as soon as they entered, they smelled a pungent **** smell. They didn't dare to come close, they just watched from a distance, but the madman's eyes seemed to eat people, the messy hair and dirty face. Let them not see her appearance and outline, only know that the black eyes are bright and scary.

This empty West Wing, this fickle heart, this overwhelming loneliness, and the flesh and blood that have escaped her body, belong to her.

Fu Liuli held the dead child in her arms as if she was holding a treasure. With the other hand, she crawled forward with difficulty to get the bone pipa that appeared on the table for some time.

She was holding Pipa and the dead child, her eyes were red, but she didn't shed a tear.

Then she calmed down. She couldn't live in such a muddle-headed way. She still had to live, she had to leave from here, and she had to find all her memories. Pain alone was not enough. She needed something as a motivation to live.

She is not the real Fu Liuli, she can't just hang her heart here like this. She wants to get back everything that belongs to Fu Liuli, but she can't let herself be affected by Fu Liuli and become a walking corpse like Fu Liuli.

She wants to live.

When Ren Wusi went to the West Wing, what he saw was different from what the servants said.

He even thought that what he saw was the sixteen-year-old Fu Liuli, the girl who was as beautiful as colored glaze, pure as colored glaze, and precious as colored glaze.

She wore very clean clothes today, not at all the same as when she was locked in half a year ago. The hair was neatly combed, revealing that beautiful face, and his eyes were as gentle as before. There were steaming food on the table, two bowls of small wontons, with a tempting fragrance.

"you are back?"

She looked like a wife waiting for her husband to return home. She walked over and took his hand, her eyes sparkling: "I made delicious wontons. Would you like to eat a bowl with me?"

At that time, he was still an unqualified student, so she always sneaked out to find him like this, brought him her favorite food, and then asked him to eat with him.

Ren Wusi was a little lost. He no longer remembers when he last saw a normal Fu Liuli. Maybe it was a year ago, two years ago, or three years ago?

She had been crazy for three years, but it wasn't until six months ago when he was appointed by the emperor to go to Jiangnan to inspect, and he sent her to the West Wing to lock her up, so as not to be known to others about her identity and cause unnecessary trouble. But he couldn't think of it anyway, what he saw after returning was such a tender Fu Liuli.

Obviously there is only hatred left between them, but at this moment there seems to be love again.

She pulled him to the table and sat down. The environment of the West Wing room can only be said to be simple, but it gave Ren Wusi a feeling of home.

Under the gaze of those warm and soft water eyes, Ren Wusi scooped up a wonton and ate it. There was no other fillings in the wonton, it was pure fresh meat, but the color of the meat was extraordinarily bright red, lined with white wontons. Skin, making people move their index fingers more and more.

When did she learn to cook...

Fu Liuli watched him smile, holding her chin, she was twenty-two now, and she was no longer a girl, but her eyebrows were innocent and naive, and she was clearly a girl. I smiled when I ate wontons, as if only a little bit would be enough for her.

"Liu Li, what's wrong today, such a good boy."

His voice was very gentle, as if he had returned to the young man many years ago. Everything is true.

But in fact they are all fake.

Fu Liuli looked at him with a smile, and slowly the gentle and virtuous she had disguised was gone. She changed from a smile to a big laugh, and finally laughed hard, with obvious sarcasm and bitter hatred on her face.

As if he hated her father for killing his whole family, now it was her turn.

But how is this different from a female ghost?

Probably, she saw at first glance that Ren Wusi really loved Fu Liuli, but the female ghost was not loved by anyone.

What's the use of such love? It's better to destroy it cleanly, after that, you won't be entangled in alive or dead.

"Is it delicious?" she asked with a smile. "Is our child's meat delicious?"

Under the candlelight, her beautiful jade face was like a ghost full of hatred, with a deep sullen air, asking for cruel words,