Infinite Throne

"It is somewhat like Zhiyin, but the eyes are not." The innkeeper thought about it and felt that he seemed to have seen this pair of eyes somewhere. He remembered it in his heart after a glimpse.

Although the woman drawn by the old beggar was beautiful, there was something wrong. She had beautiful facial features, but the details were a bit inconsistent, as if the faces of two women were painted on the same person.

"Zhiyin, Zhiyin..." The old beggar said this name, his face was confused and looked like he had hysteria. He was completely immersed in his own world, with a deep love.

The face on the sand suddenly squirmed, and the originally beautiful face lost all its color in an instant, as if a human-shaped object was about to get out of it.

"Ah——" The old beggar screamed, and ran back to the yard, rolling and crawling, and no one knew where he went.

[Literature Instructor]: Sandman pierces the heart

[I am a little green dragon]: If I draw a bird, wouldn’t it be a sand sculpture

[Ordinary me]: I’m good again

[Cabbage seeds]: Make one for me too

The beautiful woman’s face on the ground disappeared without a trace, and the sand was flat and traceless, as if nothing had happened.

“Is Zhiyin his ex-fiancée?” Lin Yebai asked.

“Yes, he didn’t draw it very much like her. Zhiyin’s eyes don’t look like this.” The innkeeper showed a look of contempt. Mr. He pretended to be hypocritical for a while, but what he drew was not Zhiyin.

“Is it Wei Shishi’s eyes?”

“No. Wei Shishi has a pair of drooping eyes, which looks a bit mean.”

“Who did He Mengwen learn to paint from?”

“It should be from the dean of the academy. The dean’s eyes seem to look like this…” The innkeeper’s eyes suddenly became complicated.

“????” Although Lin Yebai didn’t say anything, there were many small question marks in his eyes.

"The dean is a man, he should be forty years old." The innkeeper sighed inwardly.

[Man on man]: I won't be sleepy if you talk about this

[Men on both sides]: Come on, come on, I'm coming

[A mistake was made in the melon field]: The eyes that are eager to eat melons

[The editor doesn't know]: Is it the distortion of human nature or the decline of morality?

Lin Yebai sorted out the clues he had obtained so far and planned to go to the embroidery workshop where Zhiyin was before her death.

"Immortal, can I follow you?"

"What kind of follow?" Lin Yebai frowned.

"I dare not go back alone, I will go to the embroidery workshop with you first, so that I can lead the way for you, and then I will go back to the inn with you."

"Okay." Lin Yebai felt that this tool man was easy to use for the time being, so he didn't refuse. The inn is the place where information is most circulated, and there are all kinds of people. Yunlai Inn used to be the largest inn in the town, and the owner knew a little about everything.

There are very few people who can unravel the key clues like Lin Yebai. Most of them think that the county government has a chance, and try to enter another space like Lin Shao, and they are still guarding near the county government. Lin Yebai has gone to the embroidery workshop to find the truth about Zhiyin's death.

Jinxiuzhuang is said to have the shares of the wife of the prefect. It is the largest embroidery workshop in Qingxi Town and is very magnificent. Now it is dark, even the flowers and trees nearby have lost their color, not to mention the once bright cloth and ready-made clothes inside.

The yin energy here is much stronger than that of the county government. Before you get close to it, you will feel cold all over. The entire embroidery workshop does not seem to be in a normal space. Even if the yin energy is so strong that it is almost materialized, other cultivators cannot find it with detection tools.

"You go back first. This should be the most dangerous place in the town." Lin Yebai arrived at the place and signaled the tool man to leave early.

"It's getting dark, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep on the road." The innkeeper showed a dog-licking smile, and he was clearly cowardly.

"Little Crow, send him off."

The innkeeper was horrified when he heard this. Are you going to send me off? He quickly said, "Spare my life, I'll go away..."

"You're too slow." The crow said in a cool voice, and the boss was almost scared to pee his pants.

The crow immediately laughed mischievously, grabbed the boss's collar, and flew away quickly, with two naturally fallen feathers flying down from the air.

Throwing the boss back to the inn, the crow quickly flew back and landed on Lin Yebai's shoulder. It took less than two minutes to go back and forth.

There were corpses everywhere in Jinxiu Manor, and they were not rotten. It seemed that Zhiyin was a good child who loved cleanliness. These people died in the same way as the most popular way in the town, with their eyes open, and died suddenly in their dreams.

Lin Yebai also felt sleepy last night, but the impact was very mild.

This is the source of sleepiness. The further you go in, the more sleepy you feel.

Lin Yebai was affected and began to feel tired and sleepy. He didn't care about anything and just wanted to have a good sleep. The crow couldn't stand it anymore, and his little head nodded.

"Enter the Servant Space?"

"No." The crow shook his head, and his fighting spirit was high.

"Then take a nap." Lin Yebai sat in front of an empty loom in a room at the deepest part, and put the Wusheng Knife on his knees. No matter what he encountered in the dream, he would wake up at the first time if there was any disturbance in reality.

The moment Lin Yebai closed his eyes, all the mortals in Qingxi Town fell into an inexplicable coma. Some monks with weak spirits also fell asleep unconsciously, and they did not resist. Maybe the opportunity is in the dream?

But tonight is different from the past. With Jinxiu Manor as the center, the sleeping people nearby suddenly convulsed, and it seemed that there was a hand behind them that pushed them suddenly, and their bodies fell from the sky, faster and faster. The sudden sense of weightlessness made people instinctively open their eyes and seek protection.

Boom——

The body fell heavily to the ground, broke into pieces, and turned into countless small fragments. Each fragment is a carrier of a memory, which is swallowed by a giant spider.

People in reality also lose their breath at the same moment they fall to the ground. The eyes were dark and slightly protruding, as if they had encountered something extremely terrifying. They always maintained a wide-open posture, as if they wanted to convey some message with their eyes.

The god of death has raised his sickle and begun to harvest the sleeping lambs.

Fortunately, the harvesting speed is not very fast, and there is still a long way to go from Yunlai Inn.

Lin Yebai was walking in the endless white mist and heard the sound of gurgling water. A young man and woman were talking by the stream:

"Brother He, do you really want to get engaged to me?"

"Um."

"I don't have a dowry, and my mother's family has no help. It will delay your future."

"I don't want a dowry, nor do I want to marry someone from my natal family. I just want to spend the rest of my life with the person I love. As for my future, I will earn it on my own. I will definitely give you the best life in the future and let you be an old feudal lord."

"I don't ask for anything, as long as Brother He can treat me sincerely."

"Zhiyin, don't worry, I won't let you down."

Perhaps the boy's tone was too sincere, but the girl's cheeks were slightly red, her eyes were clearer than the stream, and she was pure and beautiful.

Both parties agreed, and the marriage was settled.

Soon after, he left the academy because of his poor family and was depressed and frustrated. Zhiyin was very talented in embroidery and began to make exquisite embroidery screens to earn money for He Mengshu to study.

He Mengshu often painted patterns for her, and his painting skills became increasingly skilled. Whenever Zhiyin praised He Mengshu's painting skills, there was an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

"Brother He has someone he likes. Is it the master who taught you how to paint?"

"The person I love is far away but right in front of me."

"And the master who taught me painting is the dean of the academy. Do you think I would fall in love with him? I've just never seen such outstanding painting skills, and I can't help but admire him every time I think about it."

"That's impossible to say."

"I'm really scared of you. Zhiyin, let me draw a picture for you."

"The clothes I wore today are not good-looking... From now on, put on the best clothes and you can draw me again."

"Isn't that a wedding dress?"

The relationship between the two grew stronger, but Zhiyin just always felt that something was missing.

If Zhiyin realized something, he learned that the dean of the academy had a daughter named Yaoniang, whom she loved like a treasure and had an unparalleled beauty. Not only that, Yao Niang is omnipotent in playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is especially good at painting. She is better than the world-renowned dean of the academy.

He Mengshu went to the state capital to take the exam, and Zhiyin began to learn to read. She always heard He Mengshu's endorsements. When she was a child, she also recognized a few characters. She struggled to learn them, but she finally recognized several hundred characters. Others made fun of her when they saw it:

"Zhiyin, you are a woman, what can you do if you can read? Is it possible that you can still take the top exam?"

"Zhiyin won't take the exam, her future husband will take the exam."

"He Xiucai is good at reading and will definitely have a great future. From now on, we Zhiyin will be the official wife."

"If He Xiucai becomes a high official, will he still be interested in Zhiyin?"

"If Zhiyin hadn't provided him with education, how would he have gotten an official position? If he failed Zhiyin, his spine would have been broken."

"The letter sent by official He, Zhiyin, if you really knew how to read it, I wouldn't read it for you."

Zhiyin read the letter slowly, thinking carefully when he encountered a word he didn't recognize. He showed joy at first, he was successful, and soon all the blood on his face disappeared.

He wrote it in his own handwriting. It was just a brother-sister relationship and had no intention of marriage. When he returns, he will be compensated separately. It's just an engagement, just break off the engagement.

"Who is he going to marry? Is it Yao Niang?"

The original dean has died of illness, the new dean has moved in, and Yao Niang has moved to the town to make a living selling paintings. She was covered with a veil, revealing only a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

"Are you here to buy paintings?" Yao Niang asked.

Zhiyin shook his head and left in a hurry. She had seen these eyes on paper before, painted by He Meng.

The one who really set the wedding date with He Mengshu was the prefect's beloved Wei Shishi. The two came together, one had fame and the other had wealth, they were a perfect match.

"Zhiyin, you are the best embroiderer in the entire Qingxi Town. Can you help Shishi embroider her wedding dress?" He Mengshu said.

"You are as close as brother and sister. I guess sister Zhiyin is willing to help me as my sister-in-law, right?"

"Zhiyin, Shishi has prepared five hundred taels of silver notes for you to add makeup. For the sake of your sister-in-law, let's help her this time. She is clumsy and doesn't know any needlework, unlike you who is ingenious. "

"Our family's embroidery work is all done by servants. How can I do this..." Wei Shishi was angry and pinched He Mengshu. He quickly apologized and said several words before making her laugh.

Zhiyin had no choice. She was an orphan with no one to rely on.

The palace's glossy satin, gold and silver embroidery thread, thumb-sized pearls... are the most expensive embroidery Zhiyin has ever come into contact with. In order to catch up with the wedding date, we work day and night with little rest.

As soon as she stopped, the nun in charge of the embroidery workshop pricked the needle off and scolded her for being dishonest and deliberately trying to delay the wedding of the young lady and her uncle.

The wedding dress is about to be completed, and the embroidery is exquisite.

The phoenix is ​​so lifelike that it almost wants to fly out, spreading its wings and singing loudly.

Zhiyin wanted to keep the appearance of her wedding dress, fearing that she would forget it in the future. Her eyes would sometimes go blind and become increasingly blurry.

While the people in Jinxiuzhuang were sleeping, she quietly invited Yao Niang and hired her to draw the wedding dress.

"You put it on, and I'll draw it." Yao Niang grew up in the academy, with a cold and arrogant temperament, and said casually:

"What you wear will definitely look better than what Wei Shishi wears."

Zhiyin shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't ask you to draw the wedding dress just because I want to marry He Ju."

"I like my embroidery very much. This is the best embroidery. I thought that I would not have the chance to see it in the future. I felt a little sad, so I asked you to draw her."

"If you have to wear it alone, sister, you can wear it and then look in the mirror."

Now Yao Niang is also an orphan, and the two are considered sisters. Yaoniang is older and is the elder sister, and Zhiyin is the younger sister.

"You underestimate my painting skills. I know how to draw it on paper just by looking at your face. There is no need to try on the clothes myself." Yao Niang wears a veil at all times, and the look in her eyes is... When the sound comes, it is more prosperous than before.

"Sister, you are so awesome." Zhiyin looked admiring.

Yao Niang didn't want to stay long, so she took note of the appearance of the wedding dress, drew some detailed sketches, and left the embroidery workshop.

Zhiyin continued to embroider the unfinished phoenix tail feathers. She had not slept for too long and was always very sleepy. As long as the embroidery is completed, there will be five hundred taels of silver.

She can buy a small yard and live across from Yao Niang, and see if Yao Niang is willing to teach her to draw. If she is willing, she will cover all Yao Niang's clothes from now on. If the painting skills cannot be passed on to others, it would also be good to ask Yao Niang to help draw embroidery samples...

Thinking about her future life, Zhiyin worked hard to finish the embroidery well.

She was so sleepy.

When was the last time you slept?

Two days ago? I also rested for a while yesterday and couldn’t think clearly.

The candle burned out and no one came to refill it.

Zhiyin reached out to touch the place where the candle was placed, and his hand was burned by the burning flame. His eyes were still dark.

She temporarily stopped injecting, as she always did recently, and suddenly she couldn't see anything, and her eyes were completely dark. After embroidering the wedding dress, you must have a good sleep.

She sat there quietly, feeling a heavy sadness suddenly rise in her heart. Her eyes were dry and unable to shed tears.

The sleepiness swept over her like a mountain torrent, and like a boundless swamp, she sank in and there was no one to rescue her. Zhiyin couldn't hold on any longer, so she leaned on her wedding dress and fell into a deep sleep. Only in dreams can there be a moment of comfort, and I hope I will never wake up from the dream. ,please keep in mind:,