[Meet Nishuihan] There is a Taohuawu in the dream

Chapter 6

I saw him coming from afar.

I turned sideways calmly, giving him an angle where he could see my movements clearly, then picked up the lamp at hand and began to wipe the edge.

"Put it down," came his cold voice, "that lamp doesn't need to be wiped."

I snorted and put it down gently, just as the breeze blew by, the flame in the lamp did not move at all.Looking at this strange scene, I was slightly taken aback, only to hear the person on the side say again: "You can step back."

There was a trace of tension in these words, I raised my eyes to look at him, but he turned and walked into the wing.

Through the tulle, I vaguely saw him sitting down by the bed and holding the hand of a girl who was half lying on the bed.

At the same time, the flame of the lamp at hand suddenly glowed with a gleam of fluorescence, which seemed to be beating like a dark fire, but it returned to its original state in a moment.

I silently exited the door, but my eyes never left the lamp.

I found it - the soul lamp.

I once thought that it would be hidden by Fang Yingjian in a corner where strangers should not get close to, or that it would be twisted like an evil ghost in the underworld.

After all, my employer told me that this lamp can keep a wisp of the soul of a dead person.

This is undoubtedly the biggest temptation for those who are obsessed with it.

Mr. Employer is.Fang should see it too.

I took advantage of the opportunity of the Marquis of Divine Power to recruit a new maidservant, and now it has been four days, and there are only three days left before the date agreed with the employer.

Once the seven days are over, the people the employer wants to guard have also passed the first seven days, and they can no longer be rescued.With his influence, he will probably go to heaven and earth, and he will kill me to be buried with him.

I searched the building for a long time a few nights ago, but I couldn't find any treasures like lamps, so I thought maybe it was deliberately mixed in ordinary oil lamps in order not to be discovered.

Sure enough, it took no effort at all.

Soon there were only two days left.

It's hard for me to find a chance to get close to the girl's room. After all, I'm not a personal maid, and if I replace her directly, I'm likely to be suspicious of the powerful Master Fang.

Until the afternoon, the girl suddenly said that she wanted to eat rock sugar cake made by a cook in Tianshui Lane, so I volunteered to buy it.

When I finally stepped into the girl's room, I found that Fang Yingkan was there.

He was teaching her to write his name.

I became suspicious in my heart, held my breath, stood behind the painting screen, and poked half of my head out secretly.

Fang Yingkan's entire arm was around the girl, holding her slender wrist in his right hand, and he sketched on the paper without haste.

"this is my name."

I heard him speak softly.

That picture is very ambiguous, I can even guess that his gentle breath will be at least a little itchy when it sprinkles on the ear sockets.

On the contrary, this girl was always dull, she seemed to have no feeling for the name, and Fang Yingkan who surrounded her was the same, she was just being hugged blankly, like a plaything that couldn't think.

"Fang... Ying... Look..." She slowly spit out these three words, her brows furrowed slightly, and the fire in her eyes disappeared in an instant.

Fang Yingkan loosened his grip on her waist: "It's okay, I will tell you my name tomorrow."

It turned out that she was the soul that Fang Ying was guarding, and this soul was a lost soul. She didn't remember her life experience, her name, or even whether she was a complete person.

Can he really guard such a soul for the rest of his life?

He is the iron-blooded prince rumored by the outside world, the invulnerable god of war in storytellers, and a model of infatuation in the eyes of the palace attendants.

But this kind of endless loss and loneliness is probably not something ordinary people can bear.

I stared blankly, my heart was a little stagnant, and my breath leaked out.

Fang Yingjian didn't look up, but said softly: "Send it in."

I suppressed my tension, put down the rock candy cake and turned to leave, but he suddenly said: "Go to the study and get some paper."

I came back with the paper in my hand, and saw Fang Yingkan from afar feeding the girl some rock sugar cake.

Probably no one has ever seen Fang Yingkan's gentle appearance. It's hard to imagine that when he holds the golden spear with his motionless hand and feeds the girl a rock sugar cake, the cake froth that falls out of the girl's small mouth gently falls on the sharp edges and corners. On his wrist, it would make him tremble.

The girl naturally didn't realize it, she just chewed silently on her own, but I could clearly hear Fang Yingkan's heavy breathing, as if he had suddenly entered a hot furnace, relying on bursts of breaths to regulate restlessness, But just listening to it is enough to make people blush.

I didn't want to break this beautiful spring scenery, so I stopped at the spot and silently watched him finish feeding the rock sugar cake.

The girl ate and ate, and suddenly raised her head, her clear eyes fixed on Fang Ying: "Fang Ying, you eat too."

"it is good."

Of course he would not reject her.

He smiled at the girl, his brows and eyes were like a spring breeze, and he put the remaining half in his palm into his mouth without hesitation.

At that moment, I was clearly not a character in the play, but I was immersed in the ethereal beauty.

I looked at the lamp on the tea table not far away, and hesitated.

I stood outside for a long time, and there was a rustle inside, and there seemed to be no sound of conversation.

Suddenly there was a wind blowing from behind, I subconsciously turned around, and it seemed that the arrow in my sleeve was about to pop out in an instant.

Fortunately, I stopped in time.

What flew past my eyes was just a piece of origami.

That was something I had never seen before. It was obviously a piece of paper with folded wings. It looked like a fake bird, and I was amazed that it could fly like this.

"It's a paper airplane."

It was Fang Yingkan's voice.I don't know if it's because of the weather, but in such a situation, his voice is a little like the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, nostalgic and lost.

The girl nodded seldom, as if remembering something, but her eyes didn't shine again.

I saw her picking up a piece of paper and fiddling along the edge. She learned quickly and finished one in a short while.

She was as excited as a child, happily showing her small canine teeth, and carefully holding it in front of Fang Yingkan: "Fang Yingkan, the paper airplane is here for you."

He smiled, a strand of hair fell out of the crown, and fell into the slightly wrinkled corner of his upturned mouth, like a painting.

I lost my mind for a moment.

Everyone in the world said that Fang Yingkan was good at strategy, and he regarded the world of the Song Dynasty as if it was in his hands, and he seemed to be invulnerable.Probably only those of us know that Fang Yingkan is the real flesh and blood only when Fang Yingkan puts aside the court for a while and indulges in the gentle world occasionally.

Strength is never a symbol of invulnerability, it is a strength that is soft and soft in the heart after seeing the world.

into the night.

I leaned behind the girl's window, waiting for the lights in the room to go out.

Fang Yingkan left very early, as if there was some important matter to be dealt with in the court, so it was rare that he didn't stay to accompany the girl to sleep.

I made a small hole in the window paper, just enough to see the people inside.

The candlelight was a little yellow, and there was a cool breeze at night, but she had no shadow, and she didn't even shake a corner in the wind.

She kept her back to me, as if she was writing something, slowly and seriously.

No, she is not writing, she is more like engraving, I can only see that her back is shaking, as if she is about to engrave something into the bone, trembling with pain and refusing to stop.

After a long time, she stopped.The candles cracked crisply when they fell, and the wind blew the silver bells at the corners of the curtain. In addition, there were other sounds—it seemed that water fell to the ground, dripping one by one, the sound was extremely weak, But it really exists.

There was a faint fishy smell that permeated the air, and it dispersed into the wind after a while.

is blood.

She dawdled for a while, then turned around slowly, and put a pile of white things in her hand on the table.

I don't know how much paper was used, big and small, but without exception, they are all paper airplanes.

She picked up the paper at hand and began to fold it, as if she decided to repeat this to kill the whole night.

Yue Yue'er didn't know how many treetops she jumped, and she continued to fold the paper airplanes that filled the table, and then slowly disassembled them into a stack of paper, put them at hand and began to fold.

Is it because I am afraid that I will forget everything after falling asleep? So I want to be like this... stay awake all the time?

An unknown sadness welled up and hit me in an instant.

I took a deep breath and turned to face the desolate moonlight. The moonlight was so bright tonight that it was even slightly cool on my face.

I tried to close my eyes, but the paper contract was all in my mind.

Four watch.

It was when the cock crowed, and seeing the agreed date approaching, I looked at the figure who had been indifferent for several hours under the shadow of the lamp, and I was already a little tired and anxious.

I don't know if the soul can be hit by iron objects.

I fumbled into the skirt of my shirt and touched the corner of the dart.

"Boom boom boom——"

It is the gate of the house.

The guard in front of the door locked the door just now, and I was called to the back kitchen, so I had no choice but to withdraw my hand and turn around to open the door of the mansion.

Before I got to the door—

A gust of wind accompanied by a loud bang, the lock of the mansion door fell with the sound, the door suddenly opened wide, and another cloud of cloudy mist swept in like sand and dust.

Before I could react, I felt a huge force attacking me suddenly, and a palm hit my chest in the chaos. I took a few steps back and fell against the wall. My chest was stuffy and I coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The visitor is not good.

There were footsteps coming from the mist, and it sounded like there were only two people.

There is wind and the fog disperses slightly.

Under the moon, I saw the person in front of me clearly.

I've never seen these two people before, but looking at their costumes, they look like ghost messengers sent by the underworld.

Is black and white impermanence.

Before I got up, a person suddenly jumped out from the roof, the dragon pattern was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight, the gun passed by, and his figure stood in front of the door, firmly guarding the closed door.

"Who is coming."

Fang Yingkan's voice was as cold as ever, and he could hear a bit of doubt and annoyance at this time.

"Ghost of Impermanence, I was ordered to come here to collect the soul." One of them replied.

I leaned against the wall and climbed up, looked up to see the man making a sound, but my mouth didn't move at all, and I staggered in fright.

"No."

He turned sideways to me, and his hand that was holding onto me seemed to tighten a little bit.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and my back felt a little chilly, and the crisp sound of Hongtao scraping against the iron blade only echoed in my mind.

The faces of the two men did not move from the beginning to the end.

A few seconds of silence, like the calm before the storm.

The sky suddenly changed, the fog filled the air, and suddenly there was a life-long wail from the sky and the earth, like the wailing from the underworld.

It seemed that there was a strong force pressing me hard to breathe. I was immediately pressed to the ground, and my hands and feet were suddenly drained of strength.

is fear.

I tried my best to raise my eyes, but Fang Yingkan didn't move at all, and was still standing firmly at the door.

I was startled, and suddenly realized, yes, in front of the ghosts, you can still put on the posture of death for the offender, this is what you should see.

Hei Wuchang suddenly raised his hand, a gust of wind swept over the yard like a giant snake, and suddenly swooped towards Fang Yingwang——

Ding--

There was a loud bang, Fang Ying saw that he was struggling to block the evil wind, but he couldn't hold on with strength, so he backed up a few steps, and his back slammed into the door, making a muffled sound.

He stood staggeringly, most of the hair on his temples had fallen off, half covering his face, flickering in the moonlight.

Just for a moment——

He rushed out without hesitation, the iron blade was as cold as snow, and hit the impermanent ghost.

Just a finger away, a red light suddenly appeared in the dark night and trapped it.

It started from the tip of the gun, a little bit of red light quickly diffused into a surface, as if there was a wall of blood blocking them.

But in an instant, the wall of blood rushed towards him, and under the high-speed sprint, every drop of blood turned into a red needle, stabbing him straight.

I heard the sound of something extremely sharp piercing into the skin, and the blood on his dark clothes instantly swallowed and melted into the appearance of Bana flowers.

Because of the severe pain, he suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, and blood streaks slowly precipitated from the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he couldn't stand up.

He lost.

The door of the room was opened suddenly, and everyone raised their eyes to look at the green-clothed girl. The girl stood there fixedly, looking down at the back of Fang Yingkan who was half kneeling in front of the door.

The half-kneeling man turned his head slowly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and I could hear heavy panting through the air.

"It turns out that there are still things in this world that we should not be able to do."

He tried his best to look up at the girl, probably because he didn't want her to see him in such a mess for the last time, so he managed to pull out a smile.

He showed all his sharpness to outsiders, and only showed his gentleness to the girl on his heart.

Heiwuchang in the distance beckoned, and the girl unconsciously took steps, walking past Fang Ying to look at her side indifferently.

One step, two steps, three steps... ten steps, eleven steps...

She was about to hold Hei Wuchang's soul-locking hand.

She stopped suddenly, and I saw a light shining on her in the dark night, that power was struggling in the control of Heiwuchang.

"Won't forget."

There was a gleam in her eyes.

Fang Ying watched her raise her hand, slowly opened her palm, and held it in front of his eyes.

The bloodstains carved into the bones are all in sight.

Is his name.

"As long as you reach out your hand, you can remember."

The girl was taken away.

When the peace between heaven and earth was restored, there was a sudden loud noise in the room. When I looked sideways, there was only darkness in my eyes.

That light went out.

"You take it away."

I turned my head suddenly, and Fang Yingkan was standing in the messy courtyard, pointing to the ground, with his back to me, and softly uttered a sentence.

I looked up at him in surprise, only to hear him say again: "I know you came here for this lamp, it is useless to me, take it away."

It was dawn, and the faint sunlight stretched his lonely back for a long time.

He probably thought about it, this day will come.

But even if you have made enough preparations and completed regrets, sadness will still come as promised.

I remember someone wrote: When a moth flies to a flame, it must be extremely happy.

Life is short, just want a moment of tenderness.

I brought the lamp to my employer, and when he saw me coming with the lamp, he ran towards me, the nostalgia in his eyes was like Fang Yingkan.

The lamp will be lit again, and it will be extinguished again.

I took the lamp away in silence, but I didn't say anything after all.

(Dropped from the episode) [Traveling girl's perspective]

He has been folding paper airplanes with me all afternoon.

He didn't move a single page of the memorial on the copybook, and kept looking at the maid outside the house.

After a long time, he suddenly grabbed a paper airplane and flew out the door, the maid was immediately attracted.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fang Yingkan came down and held my shoulders, and said in a low voice: "The maid has a problem, I will stay on the roof tonight, you just need to do your own thing."

"Why are you guarding me?" When I asked, I probably felt that it was inappropriate in my heart, but I couldn't take it back.

He was silent for a while, and asked me back: "Do you still remember what I taught you just now, my name?"

"You should see it." I replied.

"This name is destined to protect you."

He had dinner with me and left.

In fact, he didn't leave. He said that the way he walked out of the gate was for the maid to see. He would hold his breath and come back from the path, guarding on the roof.

Sleepy.

But I don't want to sleep, and I can't sleep.

I knew that when I opened my eyes again, that man with sharp eyebrows and eyes would look like a stranger again in front of the brand new me.

I suddenly remembered the words he said to me a few hours ago.

If I forget him again tomorrow, he will be very disappointed...

If I carve his name into my bones, will I never forget it no matter how many times I reincarnate...

The blood dripped from the tip of the knife, dripped to the ground, and bloomed rapidly, blooming like a piece of red maple

There is something in my mind that seems to rush through all the obstacles of fate, and it is a faint memory of my life.

"This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better. I know who I am with"

"Same with me."