Infinite Throne

The people from Jinxiuzhuang saw Zhiyin leaning on the wedding dress and were about to scold her to wake her up. However, no matter how much she screamed, there was no response. When they pushed her, they realized that her body was cold and she still had a peaceful smile on her face.

A wedding dress embroidered by a dead person is unlucky. The wedding day is approaching, and the embroidery workshop is no longer able to make an exquisite wedding dress, so it simply conceals the news and sends the wedding dress that has been completed in a hurry.

Wei Shishi was indeed very satisfied, and the promised banknote was also delivered. The people in Jinxiuzhuang divided up the banknotes and buried Zhiyin hastily, intending to continue to hide it. No one cared about Zhiyin's life or death anyway.

Zhiyin was buried in the wilderness, without even a tombstone in front of his grave.

In Jinxiuzhuang, in the room where Zhiyin once embroidered clothes, there is still a woman's figure, with slender fingers like a butterfly piercing flowers, embroidering gorgeous phoenix feathers on the bright red wedding dress.

No one could see this scene, and every time the woman's shadow gently rubbed her eyebrows, the people in Jinxiuzhuang felt extremely trapped. They thought that business had been very good recently, that everyone was tired, and it was normal to feel sleepy, so they didn't pay attention and started yawning unknowingly.

Zhiyin didn't know why Wei Shishi hadn't come to collect the wedding dress yet. She couldn't finish the embroidery. No matter how much she embroidered, the wedding dress seemed to maintain its original appearance.

He had obviously finished the embroidery, but when he lowered his head again, the needle under his hand disappeared again. She couldn't even remember where she had embroidered, and she didn't know how much time had passed. The night was too long.

"Zhiyin, will you come to my house to see paintings?"

"Zhiyin, where is Zhiyin..."

Zhiyin heard a familiar voice and looked up.

The previously diffuse white mist quickly enveloped the place. Lin Yebai woke up in front of the loom in Jinxiuzhuang, and the crow beside him also opened his eyes.

Everything before was all a dream. In other words, it was something Zhiyin had experienced personally.

Lin Yebai watched the whole process and was unable to intervene.

Whenever you get closer, the picture becomes distant.

Then he watched quietly until the dream turned into white mist again.

There is no one to control the loom, and it moves on its own, as if someone is spinning and weaving, very dexterously.

The crow suddenly flew on Lin Yebai's shoulder, and he didn't dare to look further.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Lin Yebai was surprised.

"I'm not afraid. I originally wanted to add a halo to it, but I couldn't find the target." This is what the crow is afraid of.

Lin Yebai was indifferent to the loom, walked out and asked:

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed about Li San and heard him speak the script of "Chen Shimei". It was really good."

"That Zhiyin's surname is also Li, and Li San is her uncle."

"I originally wanted to take Zhiyin home, but found out that Zhiyin was dead, so Li San started telling Chen Shimei's story in the city."

"The Liu family beat him up, and the government officials told him to calm down."

"Li San was talking about Bao Qingtian suing Chen Shimei and going to the execution ground because of his betrayal. Then the government officials came and put him in jail."

"First, I hit him fifty times, breaking all the bones, and then he pulled out his tongue."

"Li San cried out for injustice all night long. He died so tragically..."

The crow sounded angrily and flapped its wings.

Lin Yebai didn't go far before he reached the middle of the street.

A group of scholars were gathered around the painting stall, praising the painting girl for her amazing painting skills. Although the old dean of the academy is dead and Yaoniang is his daughter, these scholars all have the title of master and apprentice with the old dean, and they all call Yaoniang Junior Sister Shen.

"Junior sister Shen's painting skills are getting more and more outstanding, especially the pictures of beauties, which are really amazing."

"Are these beauties painted by Junior Sister Shen real? If I could see them, I would die without regrets."

"A woman's reputation as a good friend is so important, how can it be turned into paintings for sale outside and for people to enjoy? These paintings were painted like this based on my guesses based on previous descriptions."

Most of the pictures of beauties sold by Yaoniang are ancient ladies or beauties from historical allusions. For example, the picture of Zhaojun leaving the village, the picture of Xishi Huansha, the picture of Yang Fei being drunk, etc. The women in the paintings are all beautiful and out of this world.

"Junior Sister Shen's filial piety period is about to pass, what are your plans for the future?"

Everyone had only seen her when she was a child. At that time, the little girl was four or five years old, with delicate eyebrows, cute jade and snow, and a particularly beautiful pair of eyes.

Now those eyes are even more dazzling, making people look forward to her appearance under the veil even more. If I could win the favor of Junior Sister Shen and marry her, I wouldn't know how happy I would be.

"I am determined to practice Taoism. I will go to the mountains to hide from the world in the future."

"Junior sister Shen has no spiritual roots, and her cultivation has not made much progress. How about finding a good man, who will be a perfect match for her, wouldn't it be nice!"

“People’s hearts are changeable, but Tao is eternal.”

"Junior Sister Shen is very good at painting. Maybe she can enter Taoism through painting and enter the Immortal Sect..."

"I heard that Miss Shen's country is beautiful and fragrant. Since she has decided to practice Taoism, she is an outsider. Why don't you take off your veil?" Wei Shishi came down to the painting stall surrounded by the crowd. He Mengshu followed her and quietly paid attention to Yao Niang's expression. . If the old dean had not died, He Mengshu would have wanted to marry Yao Niang.

"I don't want to, that's all."

"Everyone says that Miss Shen has a beautiful face. Isn't it just a false reputation?"

The only person in Qingxi Town who could compare with Wei Shishi was Shen Yao. No matter in every aspect, Shen Yao had to beat her.

Wei Shishi had been dissatisfied for a long time, and He Mengshu's eyes followed Shen Yao closely. Wei Shishi was so angry that he overturned the painting stall and directly pulled off the veil Shen Yao was wearing. He used so much force that he even pushed Shen Yao to the ground.

People looked at Yao Niang's face with pity, and then took a breath of cold air.

Her facial features are very beautiful, but there are many malignant sores under her eyes, covered with pustules, which are comparable to evil spirits. In contrast to those pair of starry eyes, the whole face was even uglier.

The sores could not be cured no matter what. They recurred, and a layer of brown scabs accumulated on her face, with pus being vaguely visible.

"vomit……"

The scholars who were originally surrounding the painting stall fled in an instant, and even the pedestrians on the street were frightened, not to mention the children, whose cries were shrill and harsh.

"No wonder you wear a veil every day. Your ugly face is really scary."

"If I were as ugly as you, I might as well die."

"Shishi, let's go." He Mengshu was also frightened and never dared to look at Shen Yao again.

"She looks like this and wears a veil to pretend to be beautiful. It's so disgusting..."

Wei Shishi left arrogantly, and Shen Yao could no longer be proud in front of her.

The painting stall had been smashed, and the paintings had been trampled on, making it a mess. Yao Niang slowly put the painting away and covered her face again.

A pair of slender pale hands rolled up the scroll for her. Yao Niang raised her eyes and was shocked by the man's clear and moon-like face, and unconsciously moved away.

"Don't you think I'm scary?" Yao Niang asked.

Lin Yebai shook his head, what's so scary about this? Lao Wang has eight spider legs and Zhou Yuan has snake hair. It's quite good after looking at it for a long time.

"Is appearance so important?" Yao Niang touched her face.

"Important, but not everything."

"I think so too." Yaoniang smiled and carried the painting back to her residence, while some children threw stones at her.

Yao Niang’s paintings can no longer be sold, as long as she thinks of painting

When people have such ugly faces, no matter how beautiful they are painted, they are disgusting.

Some curious people ordered Yaoniang to take off her veil so that they could see her true appearance.

"One tael of silver is enough to watch it once. There are so many of you, so let's chip in." Yao Niang didn't care, but her livelihood was a little difficult.

"Bah, don't look at it. With a face like yours, the price is more expensive than the girls in the flower house. Who cares?"

"You have a disgusting face but a pretty good figure. No one will buy your paintings anymore. I think you should change your career as soon as possible..."

After the group of people left, Yaoniang stayed behind closed doors and continued painting.

The painting this time is Zhiyin’s wedding dress. Even if others don’t want to draw it, Zhiyin will definitely want it.

I had saved some money by selling paintings, so I had no worries about food and clothing for the time being. After the painting is finished, ask Zhiyin if she wants to change her residence. They can move together and go to a place where no one knows them.

Yaoniang is very attentive. Just like Zhiyin loves embroidery, Yaoniang also puts all her efforts into her paintings.

The wedding dress has been painted, only the face is missing.

Yao Niang didn't want to paint Wei Shishi's face anyway, and it would be awkward if she painted Zhiyin. How could someone like He Mengshu match the voice of Zhi?

It's better to ask Zhiyin what he meant.

When it gets dark, Yao Niang comes out.

Jinxiuzhuang is a bit far away. When Yao Niang went there, she heard Li San arguing with them:

"Zhiyin is not at home. Where else can she go besides you?"

"Miss Wei rewarded her with five hundred taels of silver. Zhiyin took the money and left. We don't know where she went. Don't make trouble here. If you make trouble again, we will sue the police."

"You want to see people alive, you want to see a corpse when you die. When my niece works here, you always have to tell me where she went..."

"What niece or nephew? Why haven't I seen you here before? I'm afraid you don't want money, right?"

"roll!"

Li San was beaten out and looked lonely.

"Mr. Li, don't be impatient for now. I'll find out where Zhiyin has gone."

"Are you...Miss Shen?"

"Yes, Zhiyin asked me to draw a painting, and she needed to make some decisions on some aspects. I came here specifically to ask her."

"So that's it. Zhiyin comes from a girl's family. She is afraid of meeting bad people when she goes out alone. I really can't worry about it. If Miss Shen has a connection, please look for it for me."

"You don't have to look for her anymore. Sister Zhiyin is already dead."

A little girl with red eyes quietly came to report the news, with big tears falling:

"I have been learning embroidery from sister Zhiyin. Even if she wants to leave, she will tell me."

"My sister died. She was taken away before dawn and buried on a barren hill on the outskirts of the city..."

"How did Zhiyin die?"

"I'm exhausted from embroidering wedding clothes."

"Don't say it was me who said it. If grandma finds out, she will beat me to death."

Li San and Yao Niang came back from outside the city and returned home in silence.

In three days, Wei Shishi will have an audience with He Mengshu.

Yao Niang looked at the wedding dress, and the scorching red seemed to burn like a blazing flame.

That wedding dress is really ominous, even if the face is not painted.

She couldn't bear it any longer and coughed up blood, which fell like flying stars on the painting and blended into the wedding dress, making the color even more enchanting.

Yao Niang wrote and wrote the inscription on the painting:

I regret pressing the golden thread every year to make wedding clothes for others.

In the past, she wrote in small regular script with hairpin flowers, which was clear and beautiful. This time, her mood was ups and downs, and her hand was cursive. She was both sad and angry, and she had the look of everyone.

Although she only met Zhiyin a few times, Yao Niang was heartbroken when she suddenly learned of her death. She coughed up blood and burst into tears.

Thinking that this painting and Zhiyin would never be seen again, I felt a sigh of relief in my chest that I couldn't swallow no matter what.

She wears a veil not only because of her frightening appearance, but also because her father suffers from hemoptysis. She also contracted the disease due to illness, and she covered her face every day for fear of infecting others.

Yao Niang coughed more and more heavily and stared at the unfinished painting.

I wanted to write a letter to inform others, so I placed the painting in front of Zhiyin's tomb, but I was unable to find a pen, so I dipped my fingertips in blood and wrote the word "Zhiyin" under the inscription.

My fingers are trembling, but my words are still beautiful.

The beautiful hairpin-shaped small characters were written in blood, corresponding to the wedding dress, like a burning fire.

After writing, Yao Niang died.

The dead have deep resentment and can turn into evil spirits.

The unresolved obsessions in life will become talents after death.

The shadow floated out of Yao Niang's body, confused, first stopped in front of the painting with the wedding dress, and then floated to another painting.

It was the painting of Yang Fei drunken by Yao Niang, which gave off a strange suction force and directly sucked the shadow into the painting.

Soon, a beautiful woman walked out of the painting, holding a pipa, with rosy cheeks, it was Yang Fei. There was only a bright moon in the painting, and the beauty disappeared without a trace.

Yao Niang used Yang Fei's body to collect all her paintings, lit a fire, and floated away. Surrounded by white mist, the disappeared beauty was like a fairy under the moon, riding a cloud to return.

"Is this also a dream?" asked the crow.

"Yeah." Lin Yebai woke up from the loom again, and the crow woke up too. They were still in Jinxiu Manor.

After going out, there was still a white mist.

This is still a dream, and layers of dreams are like spider webs, wrapping up the entire Qingxi Town.

In the deepest dream, the huge spider kept swallowing fragments and spinning silk to weave webs. Some fragments were glittering and very eye-catching among ordinary fragments.

Unlike Lin Yebai, people with weaker souls will automatically become a member of the dream and experience all the sad things on behalf of the dreamer. After losing themselves, the soul becomes food for spiders.

The cultivators struggled to find traces of ghosts and tried to make elixirs with ghosts. Every time they thought they woke up from a dream, they fell into a deeper dream.

This time, Lin Yebai walked out of Jinxiu Manor and appeared outside the barren mountain.

A painting was placed in front of Zhiyin's grave, and a tombstone had been erected.

The tomb of Li Zhiyin.

He Mengshu didn't know why he came here and burned incense to pay tribute.

"I wanted to marry you after I became successful, but the Wei family is powerful, and we are not destined to be together..."

"I hope we can continue our relationship in the next life."

The cold wind blew away the painting.

The wedding dress was as bright as fire, but the face was blank.

"Is this your last wish?"

"You are so infatuated..."

He Mengshu cried bitterly in front of the grave. When he cried enough, he took the painting back to his residence, ground ink and painted. Suddenly, he could not remember the appearance of Zhiyin in his memory.

Zhiyin's eyes were dull and she was always a little tired because of embroidering clothes. She looked very haggard, completely different from the gentle and bright girl in his memory.

No matter what, he could not remember what those eyes looked like. He had seen the prosperity of the state capital and heard the fairy music of the painting boat, but he could not remember Zhiyin's eyes.

He did not want to see, did not want to see, and did not dare to see.

When he painted it, he found that it was Yao Niang's eyes. \u0026lt;b

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This painting is indescribably beautiful and harmonious, as if it was born this way, and you can't even tell that the face and the wedding dress were painted by two people.

Zhiyin is dead, and Yaoniang was buried in the fire.

After three or five years, no one will remember it.

This painting will definitely be passed down to future generations. If he can make a good mourning poem, his talent will also be passed down through the ages.

After the ink marks dried, he put away the painting, and a sneer rang out in the room.

The wedding dress was as red as blood, and a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at his back. He Mengshu suddenly shuddered. Although the window was closed, the rice paper on the desk was blown and flew all over the sky.

The girl had a beautiful face, bright eyes, and a gorgeous wedding dress, which was the most beautiful in the world, but her expression was extremely cold. The way she looked at He Mengshu was like looking at weeds and stones on the roadside.

"You..." He Mengshu almost lost his voice.

Soon, he couldn't speak, and his neck was strangled by Hongchou, gradually tightening.

"Do you want to live or die?"

He Mengshu's eyes rolled, and his desire to live was extremely strong.

The next day, He Mengshu married Wei Shishi, and a painting was placed in the sedan chair, but no one noticed it.

Wei Shishi stepped into the sedan chair with great expectations, and when she got off, she was so light that she didn't even know it.

Until screams came from all around, and someone threw a fire and directly ignited the human skin.

"Husband...save me..." Wei Shishi looked at He Mengshu in panic.

He Mengshu was also in the crowd, with a look of horror and disgust. Just like when he saw Yao Niang with her veil torn off.

"Why not just kill him?" Lin Yebai asked.

"That would be too easy for him." In the white mist, the girl in the wedding dress smiled and said:

"Every day he lives, he suffers a day."

"I want him to be cut into pieces and die after suffering all the tortures in the world."

"Revenge must be taken in time, otherwise it is easy to cause accidents." Lin Yebai didn't appreciate this slow killing method, and only when he died completely could he feel at ease.

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