Chapter 53:

What everyone knows is that Qingjiujiu can’t grow, and Gongyifei loves Gongyishan very much. In the end, this favor is seventy percent true or false. The masses don’t know it. Everyone thinks that the next patron must be Gongyishan. Son.
The two uncles used to compete secretly, but never fought, because they knew the reason why the snipe and the clam competed for the fisherman’s profit, but in today’s situation, under the conspiracy of Qing Jiujiu, the official family is clearly in a dichotomy. , The two fishermen in charge have been pulled into the water. One was robbed by the snipe, and the other came to look for the mussel as his backing.
The third uncle is willing to help the Qing drink wine. It is expected that everything in the world is the principle of one and the other. If the second uncle is in power, his line will inevitably fall, and he and the second uncle are separated by a feud. .
But I think they were taken advantage of by Qingjiujiu. Maybe they think they are the boss to kill each other, and they are happy that the time has finally come, but they forgot the reason why the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole. There is no rule that one person does it. You can't be a cardinal if you are a fisherman.
But when the two factions are fighting, if I am Qing Jiujiu and come to this place with such a huge hatred, my goal is to destroy... I think of the fire that destroyed the public house seven years ago. Perhaps, she finally summoned the patron saint named Qianhe...
I couldn't help being stiff. Mu Yan held my hand on the side and whispered: "What has happened, and worrying about it is just adding trouble, it is better to read a story."
I leaned on him: "Gong Yifei must have expected that she was going to destroy his family, why didn't he stop her?"
He smiled noncommitantly: "Probably if it is not destroyed, there will be no new life."
The dead leaves are falling and the winter is getting deeper. The galloping time is approaching, and in the blink of an eye on the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, the family memorial of the public ceremonies is also the day when Qingjiujiu rises.
On the third night of the lunar month, the winter moon was bright and clean. After taking a concubine, Gong Yifei, who had not stepped into the main courtyard for half a step, stepped into the gate of this desolate courtyard for an unprecedented time. The cold wind blows the main door open, and the heavy veils are fluttering, and the beauty behind the veil is faintly visible in the mirror and grooming, like a hazy mist, and the coldness reveals a bit of magic. The flower shadow cast on the window lattice is like a new paper-cut on the New Year.
The wind blew the curtain up, revealing a red wine, long and thin eyebrows traced by Shidai, vermilion rouge on the lips, and a purple gold flower on the center of the eyebrows, even on the wedding night. See her dressed up so gorgeous.
Dingdang, Dingdang, the five-color curtain behind the curtain was swayed by the evening breeze. In the flickering candlelight, she slowly raised her hand, reaching out to the expressionless Gong Yifei at the door, and her eyes lifted slightly. The sparkling waves turned out to be full of tenderness.
Gong Yi Fei was stunned, but did not step forward to hold that hand, her eyes stayed in her rare soft expression: "It is already the second watch, and the madam is still restless in sleep, so I hurriedly let the painting not find me. , Is it urgent?"
She took a few steps forward, and there was a rush rate between the skirts of the ground, and she turned her head slightly to look at him: "I thought you would not come, but you are here. Since you are here, you don’t even dare to hold my hand. ," She lowered her head and held his right hand, pulling her chest up, bit by bit, in a gesture of stroking her cheek, but stopped moving when she was close to the pinna.
She fixedly looked at him: "You are shaking." Something flashed past her eyes, "Am I so scary?"
He broke off her fingers one by one, and withdrew his hand calmly: "You drank too much."
She looked at him for a long time, raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, as if she was full of doubts: "Isn't it okay to be drunk? When I was a child, I was in the brothel and saw the customers who bought pleasure. If any girl was drunk, they would be quite happy. Now." She stopped her hands, looked up at him, and tilted her head slightly, "How about you, Afei, I'm drunk, how do you think?"
There was a moment of silence in the room, and he chuckled, "Do you mean you want to save me?"
Her vermilion lips were pursed slightly.
"I guessed wrong?" He smiled and nodded, "Yes, how could you want to save me? I liked you in the past, and it was too late for you to feel sick. To do this today, I am obstructing your way again. Then I walked slowly to the dressing table behind the bead curtain, and held a jade jug on the lacquer, "Does the things I am going to drink this time have any function? Does it make me sleepy or awake? Can't move?" After looking carefully for a while, with a weird smile on her face, she looked back at her and said, "You won't kill me."
She had a look, and the blood on her face faded, only her lips were full and thick, like a red cherry tree hanging in the ice and snow, with such bright makeup, but an inch by inch of coldness spread: "So, you That's how you think of me."
He raised his eyebrows. A gentle smile appeared on the lips, but what he said was like a cold knife, for fear that the stabbing was not accurate enough: "Sometimes I wonder what is good about you. I thought about it for half a year."
He lifted her chin, as if looking at a piece of jewellery waiting to be sold in a jewelry store, "At that time, how could I like you?"
He approached her: "I told you that no matter what you do, I won't stop you," an angry expression rose from the depths of his eyes, just for a moment, in that casual tone, "but why do you always think Are you going to count me?"
She paused: "If I said no this time. Do you believe it?".
He let go of her, shook his head and smiled: "You always think I'm a lie, I will believe whatever you say. But now, not a year ago."
He walked out of the yard without reluctance, and disappeared behind the yard gate. Little snow fell from the sky, like osmanthus flowers floating down from the moon. The gust of wind blew out a few candles, and in the flames, she held the jade jug on the dressing table and drank the wine in the jug with the spout.
This was the last time the two were alone.
On the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed heavily. The dead trees are bent by the new snow, and sometimes there are falling snow and weeping branches.
auzw.com In front of the gongyi family ancestral hall, servants rushed to and fro, water purification towels, incense and candles were all lined up on the altar, and the bronze drum was beaten for three rounds, and the ceremony for ancestor worship was about to start.
The public ceremonies performed sacrificial rites on the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month from generation to generation. According to legend, it was an auspicious day calculated by a magician 700 years ago.
But on this day, from the gloomy sky to the swarms of jackdaws living in front of the ancestral hall, there was an ominous meaning everywhere.
The auspicious time has come, but the second uncle and the third uncle did not appear for the annual festival. Gong Yishan obviously knew what she was, she hugged her son tightly, her expression tense, her hands tightened, tightened.
The priest lit a bright candle and high incense. The baby boy suddenly burst into tears. The elder who presided over the sacrifice frowned. Just as he finished speaking, Gong Yifei reached out and took his son from Gong Yishan's arms. . Qing Jiujiu glanced up slightly. I cleaned my hands in the basin nearby and picked out three incense sticks casually. I ignited them with an open flame. Although there was a censer in front of the stage, all three incense sticks were inserted rightly in front of the spiritual position of Princess Yong Jin. .
The incense ash fell, about to scald her fingers, and her body trembled extremely lightly. Gong Yifei watched her every move coldly, and when her gaze shifted over, she turned her head quietly.
The priest's voice is solemn, and every sentence in the seven hundred years of secluded odes is to remember the merits of the ancestors. At this seemingly peaceful moment, the gate of the ancestral hall was suddenly pushed open with a bang. The grey-clothed man who stumbled in, ignored the etiquette, and hurriedly said two steps to the public with a panic expression: "The big thing is not good. The three masters started fighting, and they each took a servant, and described it endlessly, sir..."
Before finishing the report, Gong Yishan on the side lifted her skirt and rushed to the door. Gong Yifei grabbed her: "Where are you going?"
Gongyishan's eyes were blushing, and the free hand covered her mouth, struggling fiercely with a crying voice: "Don't stop me, I'm going to find my father!" He suppressed her in a deep voice, "I'll go with you." "The little son was handed over to the clan elder, Gong Yifei stepped over Qing Jiujiu without stopping for half a step, holding Gong Yishan's hand, and hurriedly stepping out of the ancestral hall.
For a moment, Qing Jiujiu also left with excuses. The jackdaw in front of the door had disappeared. This ominous bird was born with carrion. It must have smelled the blood that had been caused by the slaughter.
There is a high platform in the Gongyi family, called Fuyuntai, which climbs up three thousand stone steps. On the platform, a floating cloud pavilion is built with white jade. From the pavilion, you can look far away from the pavilion and overlook the land in a radius of ten miles.
Wan Lai was silent, goose feathers fell down with heavy snow, Qing Jiu Jiu stood in the Floating Cloud Pavilion, black hair and plain clothes, like a piece of white rice paper with a poetic inscription.
At such a high place, the sound of fighting could be heard. She looked down at everything she had planned under the stand, and there was no sadness or joy in her dark eyes. Painting Wei whispered from the side: "The Gongyi family has reached this point, and the aura is almost there. Why is the lady so laborious? She must call the beast Qianhe out and make it so stiff with Master Fei. There is really no need..."
She stretched out her hand, and snowflakes drifted down through her fingers: "Have you ever heard a word, Hundred-legged insects, die but not stiff. To completely destroy the Gongyi Family, this must be done."
She said this, but I can actually understand that it is said that Gongyi Patriarch can only summon Qianhe once in his life, even if it succeeds. It can only stay in the world for half an hour. If the Gongyi family's temper is okay, even if she summoned Qianhe, she would be helpless with them. What is important is that their aura will be exhausted, using Qianhe to give this fatal blow.
Hua did not rush and said: "You can really do this, Master Fei won't forgive you, Miss."
After finishing speaking the self-knowledge, she couldn't help but said, "In the past, the young lady had nothing but revenge in her eyes, but now, the young lady also regards Master Fei... very seriously?" Self-knowing that she has failed, she will continue to fail to speak, courage. Really commendable.
Qing Jiujiu paused in mid-air, then slowly retracted it: "Do you think my brother is useless?" The hanging sleeves were blown up by the wind, like a pair of spreading butterfly wings. "In this vain world, everyone is fighting for fame and profit. There are so few winners and so many losers. Do you know why?"
She grabbed her sleeves and slowly said, "Because most people are used to underestimating the enemy."
After a while, she looked up at the beautiful sky dotted with snowflakes: "He doesn't stop me, it's not that he can't stop, but what I want to do; he also wants to do it. I want revenge, and he wants Jin Chan to escape from the family and get away from the family. King Chen took control and regained his new life. In these years, the wealth that the Gongyi family could transfer has been quietly transferred by him, and those indispensable strangers have also been hidden step by step in the big cities of the countries by him. Today's Gongyijia is nothing but an empty shelf. I don't know it, but..."
She paused, "I can pretend not to know."
The painting did not hold the corner of his clothes tightly, with a shocked expression on his face.
She still turned her back to her, buckled her fingers on the white jade mast, and said lightly: "I always feel that there is no betrayal based on blood to forgive, and there is no betrayal based on love that is worthy of care. Do you think Afei, he is which type?"
The painting did not murmur: "The kindness of Master Fei to the young lady does not look like a fake."
For a long time, she whispered: "When we leaned closest, we were cuddling with each other in the belly of our mother. I don’t know who I am, he doesn’t know who he is. Others are born to get together, we are born, It’s for separation."
Fighting under the Floating Cloud Pavilion, she slightly raised her head and looked at Feixue outside the pavilion: "All this is already doomed."
The distant mountains are heavy, and the Taihao River is like a white python, lying in the snow? in.
The last moment has finally arrived.
I just saw it. The white dress worn by Qing Jiujiu today is exceptionally grand. Yifeng whirled over his head, roaring like a beast. She closed her eyes, her hands formed a complex inga on her chest, the corners of her lips moved slightly, and the ancient spells were extremely melodious and scattered in the air.
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