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"Dream Accounting" is a wonderful book.

Disciple Yunmeng judged who was the most poisonous class in a summer night tale, and it was ranked after "Seeing Blood and Sealing the Throat" and "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions".The junior junior sister who is just getting started is very puzzled with the book she just received. No, senior sister, look, "Dream Accounting" does not have many words, and it does not involve the big exam. What is more important is that the content is universal and the story is full of fun. It can be used as a bedtime reading, but the sisters of Wangxinzong who voted it second... no matter how you look at it, it looks like bitterness and hatred.

Year after year, every summer night, the senior sister under the wisteria arbor always shakes the cattail fan slowly and says: "It is because it looks quite harmless, but later it reveals its true colors that attract people's resentment. I used to be as naive as you , how did you know that the Forgetful Heart Sect will test the whole set of dream divination, with four volumes of the I Ching as an appendix, and how do you know that there are masters and former masters throwing poison?"

The little junior sister suddenly realized, and came to comfort the senior sister again: "Senior sister is relieved, not only the ones who have forgotten their hearts, but also looking at Yunmeng's handbook, Sect Master Ye remembers the senior sister everywhere."

"—It's all poison."

The senior sister covered her face and wept.

Come back and continue to talk about "Mengzhan". This book was compiled by Ye Lan, the [-]th generation head of Yunmeng, and his younger sister. It excerpted short passages from "Book of Changes" and celebrity miracles. In the dark is the fate method of entering the Wangxin Sect.

Just like the author Ye Lan, the opening poem is selected from the remnants of Zhou Gong’s Interpretation of Dreams. She can write four or five pages of allusions eloquently with only forty words. He showed his sharpness when he was young, and now he is the best in Yunmeng.

The opening poem is also familiar, and its poem says:

There are many dreams at night, the spirit predicts good and bad luck, Zhuang Zhou empties into a butterfly, Lu Wangzhao flies a bear.

Ding Gu was born loose and noble, Jianghai was rich in pen, and Huangliang Wuxia, nothing could be poor.

Cong Shuang is not Yunmeng's disciple, she has no time to study, let alone memorize, why can she remember these forty characters - to be precise, one of them is accounted for, and back to the beginning of Yongle.

That accounted for the name: Huang Liang Wu Gorge, Chu Nu will be the king of Zhou.

After the battle of Jingnan, the days of cleaning up the stove will always continue. The blood of the loyal minister and filial son of Caishikou has faded. From June of the fourth year of Jianwen, winter has passed and spring has come, and spring has faded and summer has grown. Wait until the second year of Yongle, Jinling’s fiery summer The sun rushed up on the heels of tourists.

In the West Neighborhood, I don’t know who’s newly married, several accountants gathered around to eat watermelon, talking about how beautiful and virtuous the bride is, Cong Shuang squatted in the corner of the room, next to the big locust tree with lush branches and leaves, a green curtain hung down to shade her .

The girl is still young, but her figure is too thin, she held her breath long, her dark clothes are integrated with the darkness, and when the wind blows, the spots rise and fall on her body, like shining on a silent stone.

"Hey, I found you." At this time, another girl jumped up from the other corner of the room. She was dressed in a refreshing and pleasant Qianling shirt, and the sound of earrings and jade pendants made the eaves of the ancient trees here come alive in an instant. Good at lightness kung fu, he ran straight with watermelon in his hands, and showed two dimples when he smiled, "What are you doing here, isn't it so messing around with a wedding banquet?"

Cong Shuang didn't bother to raise her eyes and only hummed, then hugged her knee again and rested her chin on it.Jiayan turned to look at her sideways, she turned her head and said, "Don't make trouble."

Jiayan slapped her angrily, but the wood was wood, oh, it was stone, she didn't even move when the soft palm was hit, and her hand hurt so badly, I haven't seen her for a few days, why is this man so thin up?Jiayan went over to pinch her chin, the girl stared at her blankly, her eyes slowly turned around, showing a bit of perplexity.

"How many meals did you eat yesterday?"

"...a meal, because the task is urgent."

"Did you sleep then?"

"You have to keep an eye on him. If you closed your eyes on the house for a quarter of an hour, you should probably be counted as sleeping."

Jiayan gritted his teeth, and squeezed out every word: "What about today? It's already noon, so I should have eaten."

Cong Shuang was frowned by her, and only then did she feel that the doctor in front of her was going to be angry. She was about to lie, but was stuttered by the burst of resentment, her teeth clenched and she said, "I have no appetite."

Her complexion was pale, her eyes were black and black, and she looked like she was about to faint due to lack of internal energy, but she would not say that she was tired and uncomfortable, she would not beg for mercy, and she would say the words "lose appetite" in a straightforward manner, which made people angry again Drizzle with a bucket of vegetable oil.Jiayan thought to herself that she could bear it, so she let go, and squeezed into the foolish man's arms, and found a step for herself, "Ku Xia, then do you want to eat melons, or go Eat noodles on the edge of the city?"

"There is nothing to eat, just disgusting."

Jiayan raised her head, Cong Shuang shifted her eyes to the side guiltily, her long eyelashes fluttered restlessly, and her expression was a little bewildered, "The tasks in the past six months have become more and more tricky, and there are few people. I am too tired to turn around. , just take a break."

This is very wrong, Jiayan pondered, Cong Shuang didn't talk too much, she couldn't help herself to explain herself, it can only show that the burden in her heart is extremely burdened, what's worse is that the trauma from two years ago has not healed, This overwhelming human life is suppressed, and sooner or later it will collapse.

"Are you also here to kill this time?"

Cong Shuang's body shook, and she held her breath for a long time before saying nonchalantly, "Yes, kill a few women."

After finishing speaking, she explained to herself, "Although there are a few of them, they are all weaklings with no strength to restrain them, and the place where they live is not a high wall that is difficult to break through. I'm fine by myself, you don’t worry."

Something was still wrong, Jiayan's heart sank, he turned around and hugged her tightly, the girl's eyes were still clean and clear, "Then you can accompany me to eat porridge."

"it is good."

The two of them led the other, and slowly stepped on the rubble from the corner of the newlywed's house. Jiayan was reluctant to part with the melon, and carried the big round watermelon to the dining table all the way, ordered a bowl of lotus leaf porridge for himself to cool off the heat, regardless of whether Cong Shuang In terms of eating, call the store to have a bowl of nourishing porridge.

"This restaurant is newly opened," Jiayan saw that Cong Shuang hesitated to speak, and hurriedly said, "The owner is the senior sister of Xinglinju. Herbal cuisine is definitely not a gimmick. Try it."

Cong Shuang watched her eat happily, and carefully picked up the small bowl.The nourishing porridge contains wolfberry, lily, white fungus, rose, peanuts and honey.The porridge is hot, and it is rare to arouse a trace of appetite.

She ate slowly with a small spoon, sweating slightly in the scorching summer. It was hot at first, but after the sweat disappeared, there was a sense of coolness and comfort.

"Spleen and stomach are not good, and it is difficult to overcome cold food," Jiayan said seriously, "You feel sick and don't want to eat, so you should eat more or less water and rice to avoid losing your stomach. Don't ruin your acquired skills at a young age, I know you are capable, but since you are a body of flesh and blood, I should take care of you."

Cong Shuang ate slowly, and was taken aback for a moment, her face was slightly flushed, she lowered her head and said softly, "It's so serious, I... I always take care of myself."

Isn't she, she is such a gentle girl inside, she took off her armor, her bare hands are slender and clean - even though they are holding hidden weapons and daggers, stained with the blood of an unknown number of people, Jiayan thinks so.This Empty Valley Orchid can do everything, she can cook fire, apply medicine to her, and run such a long distance with her on her back, Jiayan rolled her eyes and sweetly echoed: "Well, benefactor is naturally Virtuous."

Cong Shuang just buried her head in drinking the porridge, and she couldn't speak for a long time.That's all right, Jiayan rested her chin and thought, this is how she looks like a painful young man.Not the lifeless killer sitting in the corner, buried in the summer cicadas.

It's her Shuangshuang.

After eating porridge, the two went to Jinling together, and before they knew it, half the sky was reddened by the sunset glow.Jiayan was reluctant to part with each other, but both of them were wanderers in the rivers and lakes, and they also knew how to get together and part ways. Even if they had doubts, it would be best not to ask about other sects.

Folding the weeping willows by the Qinhuai River, Jiayan's bright smiling face relaxed before he jumped to the city wall, and saw Cong Shuang leaping over several roofs, and in a blink of an eye a kite turned over and hid in the darkness.

It is said that as soon as one enters the rivers and lakes, the years urge, the wanton wind and red clouds are easy to get, but the years are hard to get a handful, and they are only hurriedly leaked through the fingers.She played with her braids, her feet dangling on the city wall, and blew a whistle, and a bay red horse came galloping from outside the city from far to near.

"Senior Sister, I have already considered it clearly... Life is only a hundred years, and the cultivation of cultivation is all about specialization. It is not the way I am looking for after all."

After the Jinling farewell, the rainy season came, only to hear Xia Lei bursting out, and soon the scorching sun was covered by dark clouds.

Jiayan lived in a fishing village in the south of the Yangtze River and helped her senior sister who was practicing medicine there. She changed into plain white clothes and a small cloth cap on her head. .

It was raining heavily outside the porch, and the raindrops formed thin lines along the thatch, and there was the sound of frogs near and far in the paddy field.

Rainy days make people sleepy, she is nestled in the straw stack like a lazy cat, yawning again and again, Senior Sister Mu Ci came and licked her hair, and laughed at her while adding firewood: "You said you finally got out of Dream Forest, last time Doumeng came out on top again, and Yunjue told me that day that you were keeping the clouds open to see the moon, but in the end you beat her in the face."

"Isn't it hard to endorse, cook medicine and see a doctor? Hard work is right."

"Senior sister—" Jiayan curled up in her arms obediently.

Mu Ci's heart was even softer, knowing that she had been tortured by this at a young age, and finally survived and returned home, how could she bear to criticize her again, "I'll show you your legs later, I don't have anything else to do, you Go to bed early."

However, it was impossible to go to bed early. The teachers and sisters lived in different rooms in the bamboo building, so Jiayan secretly lit an oil lamp and got up to read, from Materia Medica Mingyan [-]th Rebellion to Yang Weirui Cang Wai Guanfeng.

The rain gradually became heavier. From the bamboo forest to the paddy field, the wilderness was dark, and only the river flowed to the Yangtze River.

"Boom." With a soft sound, Jiayan woke up from the drowsiness. She opened the door suspiciously, only to see some unusual water marks left on the door.

Something was wrong, she didn't relax, instead she stretched her neck and looked towards the roof. At this moment, there was a crash, and a dark figure hung down from the roof.

The person who came was wrapped in a straw coir raincoat, and the bamboo hats were lined with water, which wet his pretty face.

So, Anxiang really made people laugh and cry, Jiayan blinked, stared at the unexpected visitor for a long time, and said very politely as soon as the words came out: "Is the person finished?"

"Hmm." It was Cong Shuang with a muffled voice.

"Why didn't you wear a human skin mask today." She pushed Cong Shuang into the house, locked the door, and acted like a murderer and arson accomplice, "Isn't anyone staring at you, and you haven't been injured?"

"Running here overnight out of the city, the human skin gets stuffy when soaked in water, so I took it off." Cong Shuang took off the hat with one hand, and said softly, "It's all right, I'm here... I have something to ask."

After she finished speaking, she took off her coir raincoat, revealing a swaddling baby wrapped in a cloak. Jiayan's eyes widened in shock, and she quickly regained her composure to look. Li also sipped his mouth.

"The little girl was born on the tenth day of April. Her mother called her Ku'er. I thought it was unpleasant... so I named her Wangyou without permission." Cong Shuang was a little breathless as she spoke, and looked up at her, "Her mother wants me to take her with you." She went to Anxiang to avenge thousands of lives of the whole family in the future, but I think this is inappropriate."

"This revenge cannot be avenged." She handed the baby to Jiayan and said, "You should take her back to Yunmeng."

Jiayan was choked and speechless, she didn't know whether to say that Cong Shuang came to drop off the child late at night was too sudden, or that this series of cryptic messages was too scary, "You...she, which family is this? posthumous son?"

Killing a thousand lives, and it was an unrevengeable blood vengeance, all kinds of clues were like grass snakes and gray threads, Jiayan suddenly felt that the summer of the second year of Yongle was a bit cold.She was hugging a soft ball, feeling like she was carrying a huge hot potato, neither throwing it nor catching it, and she was annoyed like a fried cat, "You guys are too courageous in Dark Fragrance Valley, I think you only kill people , in the end, can you still snatch a life from that person?"

"It was just murder," Cong Shuang sat on the stool honestly and whispered, "I thought she was so pitiful, so I stole it out."

"..." Jiayan could only accept her fate, she turned around and dragged a stool to sit down, "Shuang'er, I have no intention of inquiring about your mission this time, but I must first understand how much risk it will take to bring her back to Yunmeng Villa. What kind of disaster is planted... If you..."

"I've done everything, it doesn't matter if I say it clearly." Cong Shuang interrupted her, and only the sound of rain outside the house remained.

"This still has to start with the change of master in the world."

"Everyone knows about Fang Xiaoru's killing of the ten clans last year, and the deaths of the courtiers of the Jianwen Dynasty... Now that it's been a year, those who deliberately forget will be silent."

"However, two months ago, someone came to Anxiang to put up a list. The ones to be killed were not some treacherous and evil people, but just a few women. The senior sister of the knife hall was angry and wanted to drive that person away, but the person cried and begged, It is said that the government should not have its own dark fragrance to respond to it, the holy order does not allow people to die, don't you even dare to pass knives to a few women, the senior sister only found out after asking... He is a turtle from the Jiaofang Division , was entrusted by... the wives of several criminal officials, and personally paid for their lives."

Jiayan was taken aback.

"Senior Sister Daotang said that this is not in line with Anxiang's style, so she put the matter on hold for two months. Qu Zhuyi wanted to do it, but I was afraid that she would kill Jiaofangsi on impulse, so I took it by myself, so this mission It's only under my personal name, and I can't find Anxiang, and I haven't left the deed."

"...Actually, it's not difficult to do this. I just need to go to the Jiaofang Division for a few nights to step on acupoints and draw a knife to kill people as usual. It's just an extra item to see the suffering master and ask the truth..."

Cong Shuang pinched her fingers, and the girl's lower lip trembled slightly.

"Twenty men guarded several women tightly, making them desperate to live and die. They were only lying on the bed and were raped day and night. One of them was seriously ill...the others were pregnant. The Lord reported to the front of the hall, and said... the son will be a turtle, and the daughter will be a cash cow when raised."

Jiayan shuddered, looked at the baby sleeping soundly on the bamboo bed with lingering fear, and leaned over to hold Cong Shuang's hand, "They...doesn't any of them want to live?"

"...Yes, they were afraid that it would be difficult for me to do so, so they would kill themselves and take two lives with them, but even so... it was the first time for me to taste the feeling of life being difficult." Cong Shuang's eyes turned red, She quickly lowered her head, only staring at the clenched hands on her knees, "The matter has come to this, and I can't say anything about leaving the green hills, or scolding them for being too weak."

Since the founding of the mountain, Anxiang has advised people to seize the chance of life, even if they die, they must pay blood for blood for life, but they have been ruthless knives for too long, and they have forgotten that there are many mortals who are powerless in the world, these sinful women Who is not the former commandment, once fell from affluence to the purgatory of cannibalism, no talent and no circumstances, in this pickled livestock pen, he only wanted to die quickly, but even the right to die was deprived.

When neither a hemp rope nor a knife is allowed, that hemp rope or a knife is a struggle.

"Don't worry, the bitter child you rescued is not the posthumous child of any criminal minister, but the child born to her mother after being raped... Mother didn't hurt and never hugged her. The blood feud was imposed on her..."

Cong Shuang paused, "I don't think it's good. Anyway, it's not clearly written in the transaction, so I just did it on my own."

The killer under the oil lamp is less than double ten, and the mistreatment of the past few years has made her more youthful than girls of the same age, but she sat there, and the swaying shadow revealed all kinds of loneliness born in the dark.She spoke calmly, even if her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse, she suppressed her emotions and spoke flawlessly—especially in her behavior and deeds.

"That's good." Jiayan changed from his usual coquettish and profiteering style, bumped into him firmly and hugged him.She felt the body in her arms froze, even a little trembling, and then recalled that Cong Shuang was sitting alone in the corner of the room a few days ago, and she said plainly that she had no appetite, and her heart was pulled.

After watching such a disgusting thing for a few nights, human blood rolled in a circle, her Shuangshuang would not cry or speak, but was wrapped into the abyss by the waves, and went with the torrent without a sound.

"It's okay." Her Shuangshuang said.

Cong Shuang ran around for several nights, and she was at the end of her strength when she got here. She was rested on the bed by Jiayan. Some kind of incense was lighted in the room, and it seemed to fall into the lotus pond of Yunmeng. She vaguely heard Jiayan go out. , Carried Ku'er to the senior sister's room, it was probably another frenzy.

She wanted to open her eyes to see what was wrong, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't tear them off. After a while, Jiayan rustled onto the bed, and Xiangxiang's one arched over to warm her.

"Duk-duk-bang bang." Amidst the sound of rain, the sound of bamboo clappers approached from far away.

Cong Shuang finally stretched out her body and sank into a sweet dream. The lights and shadows in her head were spinning around, and she was so tired that she sighed: It is said that the storm stops at twelve o'clock a day, and the moment when the storm stops is by Jiayan's side up.

At dawn, Jiayan woke up leisurely, and she sat up lazily wrapped in a quilt.The benzoin in the censer has been burned out, leaving only a sweet and greasy smell.The half of the bed next to him was tidy, as if the man had never been here.

She was very tired after using Mengmeng Yin, she yawned, and pushed open the window with great difficulty, only to see that the rain had stopped, and the green hills were green and beautiful.

The Jiaofang Secretary killed five court prisoners in a row. The Holy Majesty was displeased and sent someone to investigate. The investigation went to November of that year, but there was no result. The dead bodies were also ordered to be thrown to the mass graves to be fed to the dogs.

Anyway, the midsummer of the second year of Yongle passed quietly like this.