Chapter 45:

The next section of memory walked around, but let me see the harbinger of the fall of the Gongyi Family. The father of the previous generation of Patriarch passed away prematurely, leaving his family's karma to the then twelve-year-old Gong Yifei, assisted by two uncles.
The two uncles each hold a faction. If it weren’t for the fear of Gongyi Fei who had made a blood alliance with the patron Qianhe when he took the throne, he would have the ability to summon him. Otherwise, he would have blasted his fatherless nephew to the Patriarch. The bit. The prince Chen of the good birth generation has only two sons and one daughter, and the age difference between the only daughter and Gong Yi Fei is quite large. Therefore, Gong Yi Fei, who had to marry the royal princess, gets the freedom of marriage anyway. . You can get married at will.
Gongyi family has always acted mysteriously. It seems to the world that the same clan marriage is also common for them, and it is possible to inter-ethnic marriages and most inter-ethnic marriages. The two uncles each have a daughter, and they wanted to marry their daughter to their nephew who is the head of the family as a regular wife, so as to consolidate their rights.
Unexpectedly, people are not as good as the sky. They forget that the world is big and there are so many girls. This is not a single choice question, this is a... sea choice question. So, when the two uncles were struggling to marry their daughters to their nephews, their nephew Yun Danfeng lightly married Qing Jiujiu, the eldest of the Yongan Qing family, into the gate of the public ceremonies. .
This ice sculpture-like woman in white came for revenge. The power they competed for was based on the Gongyijia's long-standing foundation, but if the Gongyijia was destroyed, what should be done, they probably did not think so deeply at that time.
Except that Gong Yifei slept in the study room on the night of the wedding, the maid asked the maid to place another soft bed in the new room the next day, as if she had completely forgotten what had happened, staying on this soft bed every night.
She regarded him as a younger brother, but he never called her a sister, as if she was really his wife, let him cherish and please, look in his eyes, in his hands, and in his heart.
Although we met every day, the jet lag guy brought things, grasshoppers made of reeds, swallows cut from gold paper, these small but thought-consuming gadgets, she never said a word, but he was happy to send them. Fang Wen rumored that the son of Gongyi had taken his temper, and he could no longer be found in Huajie Liuxiang. Most of the brothel girls sighed.
Qing Jiujiu frowned and looked at him: "How you used to be, you will be the same in the future, which singer you like, you can also come back and let her accompany you for a few days, don't have to wrong yourself." He smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, and bowed his head again. Smiled: "You are so generous."
What Qing Jiujiu wants to do is more or less let people guess. In addition to her and Gong Yifei, the story that caught my attention was Gong Yishan, the daughter of their second uncle.
In my impression, the woman used to wear red clothes and had a face like a rose flower, as hot and gorgeous as the big summer sun at noon. What I saw in the past looked like this, but seven years later, the reality is that Qing Jiujiu died, and Gong Yishan became Gong Yifei's wife.
I thought that with such a cause and effect, she probably admired Gong Yi Fei since childhood. But after reading this memory, I realized that the fact was so unexpected. At this time, the person Gong Yishan loved was actually a member of San Shu's. The two secretly promised a personal relationship, pledged each other, and even eloped. Everything was planned well, but this person was assassinated due to the negligence of the third uncle's daughter-in-law Yihan during a mission in Tang State, leaving Gong Yishan who was two months pregnant.
Two days later, when the maid’s painting brought from Qing’s house did not fully report the incident to Qing Jiujiu, she was sitting idly in the pavilion of the pond to feed the fish. Hearing the words, she raised her head lightly: Miss Shan has a weak mouth. Do you know what to do with it?"
Hua Wei smiled and nodded: "Ms. Shan is impulsive and fierce. When encountering such a thing, according to her temperament, Miss Han is afraid that she will be unlucky. The second master and the third master have been fighting for many years, but there is no big hatred. It’s a good time for them to forge blood and blood feuds this time. It’s really God’s will to happen at this time, and there is no need for Miss to play the initial chess game. It also saves a lot of effort." After a pause, "But miss you, you have too many thoughts for not being free, and the cost is too high. It is not like your usual fierce and decisive style."
She waved her hand and threw a handful of fish food down, her slender fingers touched the pavilion column on the side, and said lightly: "There are capable people in the world, who can turn the tide and help the building to fall. But if this building has been removed by termites Little by little in the air, you said, who else can stop his fate to collapse?"
She looked at the sturdy pavilion pillar, slowly attached her other hand, fixed her gaze on the exquisitely carved pavilion, and slowly said: "By then, just a light push like this will make it irreversible."
Ten days later, news came that the third uncle’s daughter, Gong Yihan, fell from a horse and died.
That night, Gong Yifei did not return to his home, and no one was seen in the branch of the funeral. The moon was faint, and Qing Jiujiu found him in the largest brothel in the city. The front yard is full of floating sounds, singing the prosperous world, and the backyard is filled with lotus leaves and lotus. The oiran of the detached house was in front, and the little maid stopped her to go: "The son of Gongyi and our lady have stopped. Even if the girl has anything to do, please come back tomorrow."
Her face remained calm, and the painting behind her smiled forward: "I beg the girl to inform you that Mrs. Gongyi is already waiting at the door, and you must meet up tonight anyway."
The little maid glanced at her in surprise, and said impatiently: "Master Gongyi has ordered, no one, please come back, madam."
The face of a doll is still smiling. The golden cicada in her hand was already in the throat of the little maid. The little girl who had never seen the world screamed in fright, and the walnut door behind her opened.
A cold beauty in a white dress stood behind the half-open door, her face was a little blushing with alcohol, but she quietly looked at her: "The son of Gongyi finally fell asleep, the moon is cold and the night is deep, so why bother to disturb people's dreams? ."
She didn't even bother to look at her, and stepped into the courtyard gate. The woman in white was stunned, and she was about to follow her to stop her, but was not blocked by the painting on the side. With a chuckle in the courtyard, in front of the door of Chuhuahua, the Gongyi Fei, who was already asleep in the mouth of the master and servant, stood under a tall paulownia tree, and walked out from the half shadow blocked by the phoenix tree, as if full of doubts: "What are you here for? "
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She stopped and looked at him from top to bottom: "Sister Han is in a big mourning. As a elder brother, she does not go to the mourning hall to accompany her for the last time, but she is happy and decent here, if she is known by the third uncle. , What would he think?"
He still smiled: "You came here to find me on a special trip, just for this?" Before she answered, he turned and stepped into the Chuhua Gate, and casually ordered, "Shengsheng, see you off."
The woman in white clothes who was called Shengsheng had a cold smile from the corner of her eyes, and she was about to step forward, again unblocked by the painting.
She turned her head and glanced at her, gaze across her plain white clothes and black hair on the ground, and said lightly: "From a distance, this figure looks a bit similar to me, Afei, you like me. So far?"
The woman in white looked pale, her face instantly pale.
Gong Yifei walked out from the Chuhua Gate, looking at her with a cold expression. The moon shadow floated and the streamer wandered. She approached step by step, frowning slightly after a distance of three steps away: "Drink a lot of wine? Tonight you are too willful. You weren't such a disproportionate person before. When is tonight? Are you acting like this?"
As soon as he grasped her hand, he drew her close, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were smiling like autumnal peach blossoms:
"Don't you want me to be like this?"
She raised her eyes slightly and looked at him silently.
He raised his right hand, and fell on her waist for a while, holding him tightly as if unable to restrain it. She was held by him, and he buried her head in her shoulder.
He chuckled in her ear, but his voice was freezing cold: "Many times, when you see your indifferent appearance, you want to choke you to death. You are right. I like you. At this point, is it disgusting? There is no love and hate for no reason. Maybe you are right. It is the blood that binds us together and makes me suffer and help myself. You see me like this, yes Not very happy?"
His left hand clasped her five fingers, and the clasp became tighter, but she didn't struggle, and the empty hand lifted up slightly, and finally put it down. Maybe she herself didn't know what to hold. His lips moved, and nothing came out.
His lips pressed against her ears, as if accustomed to her silence, he whispered softly: "You want the public ceremonial house to be messed up, the more chaotic the better, if I don't go to the funeral of sister Han, let the third uncle hold me Dirty, isn't this just right? How did Sister Han die, and what do you want to do next? It doesn't matter, Jiujiu, even if you make me so unhappy, I will accompany you what you want. You are here to take revenge. If what you say is true, I owe you so much." Those voices were like a lover's whisper.
She stiffened, but she just lowered her eyes, and pressed his lips to her ears: "You are drunk, Afei."
He slowly let go of her. There was a lonely moon in the dark sky. He looked at her, nodded and smiled: "You're right, I'm drunk."
Three days later, Gong Yihan was buried. The girl was only seventeen years old, and she was forced to end her short life. It was Gong Yishan who killed her. I really asked what love in the world is and teaches people to kill and set fire.
Half a month later, it enters the intense heat of August. Gongyifei has always been elegant, and the back garden has added a lot of river beaches compared to ordinary noble houses. One of them is the Ziyu Pavilion in the east of the garden. The water from the pond in the pond is introduced into the roof of the pavilion by a waterwheel, and the pool water is sprayed from the eaves. Leaking down, dripping along the four corners, even in the sweltering summer, the hall is full of autumn.
Jun Wei once taught me from the standpoint of a novelist, that something elegant must happen in the elegant place, otherwise I would be sorry for the designer. This is really a truth in the words of a child. I don't know whether those things are elegant or not, they seem to be just ordinary happiness, but they are as rare as illusory dreams.
Qing Jiujiu seems to be particularly afraid of heat, probably because of the psychological shadow of growing up in a brothel when he was young. He never wears cool and thin clothes such as light gauze quilts. The weather is very hot, so he took the picture and went to Yuting on the chessboard. To escape the summer heat, I can always meet Gong Yifei who has moved the rattan bed and is lying here reading.
But in my own heart, I feel that the first encounter was a chance encounter, and afterwards, it was mostly Gong Yifei waiting for her.
Because the two people here look like ordinary couples, they can speak calmly. Occasionally, I can also chat about young and interesting things and discuss two chess scores. Her expression was always cold, and he didn't care at all, as if the cruel words he wanted to choke her to death were just jokes after drunk.
But listening to the rolling of the waterwheel, the sound of the water from the eaves, and occasionally he could see the sadness when he looked down, but the pavilion on the side of the pool of water can really make people forget many worries, just like another life. She would occasionally stare at him in a daze. When he lifted his eyes from the book, she would pretend to glance at the green shade of the high wall inadvertently.
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