Infinite Throne

The people from Jinxiu Village saw Zhiyin laying on the wedding dress, and were about to scold her to wake her up, but they didn't respond to her screams, only to find that her body was already cold, and she still had a peaceful and peaceful smile on her face.

The wedding dress embroidered by the dead is unlucky, the wedding is approaching, and the embroidery workshop has been unable to make an exquisite wedding dress, so they simply concealed the news and sent the wedding dress that was completed in a rush.

Wei Shishi was really satisfied, and the promised banknotes were also delivered.The people in Jinxiu Village divided up the money and buried Zhiyin hastily, intending to continue to conceal it. Anyway, no one cared about Zhiyin's life or death.

Zhiyin was buried in the wilderness, and there was not even a tombstone in front of the grave.

In Jinxiu Village, in the room where Zhiyin used to embroider, there is still a woman with slender fingers, like a butterfly wearing flowers, embroidering gorgeous phoenix feathers on the bright red wedding dress.

No one could see this scene, every time the woman's phantom lightly rubbed the center of her brows, the people in Jinxiu Village felt very sleepy.They thought that the business was so good recently, everyone was tired, and it was normal to be sleepy, so they didn't care, and yawned unknowingly.

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

It was obvious that the embroidery had been finished, but when he lowered his head again, the needles he had earlier disappeared again.She couldn't even remember where she embroidered, and she didn't know how long the time had passed. This night was too long.

"Zhiyin, are you coming to my house to look at the paintings?"

"Zhiyin, Zhiyin..."

Zhiyin heard a familiar voice and looked up.

The white mist that had previously spread quickly enveloped the place, Lin Yebai woke up from the loom in Jinxiu Village, and the crows around him also opened their eyes.

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

Lin Yebai watched the whole process, unable to intervene.

Whenever you get close, the picture becomes distant.

He watched quietly until the dream turned into white mist again.

There was no one operating the loom, and it started to move by itself, as if someone was spinning and weaving, very dexterously.

The crow flew over Lin Yebai's shoulder all of a sudden, not daring to look any further.

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

"I'm not afraid. I wanted to add a halo to it, but I didn't find the target." What the crow was afraid of was this.

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

"What did you dream about?"

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

"That Zhiyin is also surnamed Li, and Li San is her uncle."

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

"The Liu family beat him up, and the yamen servant told him to stop."

"Li San was talking about Bao Qingtian suing Chen Shimei, and he was convicted and sent to the execution ground. The government servants came and put him in prison."

"First, I hit [-] boards firmly, the bones were broken, and the tongue was pulled out."

"Li San cried out for injustice all night, and died a terrible death..."

The crow flapped its wings angrily.

Lin Yebai didn't go very far, and reached the middle of the street.

A group of scholars are gathering around the painting booth, praising the painting girl's astonishing painting skills.Although the old dean of the academy is dead, and Yaoniang is his daughter, this group of scholars all have the names of mentors and apprentices with the old dean, and they all call Yaoniang Shen Shimei.

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

"Are there any real people in the beauties drawn by Junior Sister Shen? If you can see them, you will die without regret."

"How important is a woman's boudoir reputation, how can it be turned into paintings for sale and for people to enjoy? These paintings are based on my predecessors' descriptions and guesses in my heart, so I painted them like this."

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, and the picture of Concubine Yang drunk.All the women in the paintings are beautiful, not human.

"Junior Sister Shen's filial piety is coming to an end, what are your plans for the future?"

Everyone has only seen her when she was a child. At that time, the little girl was four or five years old, with exquisite eyebrows, cute Yuxue, and especially beautiful eyes.

Now those eyes are even more dazzling, making people look forward to her appearance under the veil even more.If she can get the favor of Junior Sister Shen and marry her as his wife, I will be so happy.

"I have the heart to practice Taoism, so I will go to the mountains in the future and live away from the world."

"Junior Sister Shen doesn't have spiritual roots in her body, and she doesn't benefit much from cultivating the Tao. It's better to find a good person, who can be compatible with each other, wouldn't it be happy!"

"People's hearts are changeable, but the Tao is eternal."

"Junior Sister Shen is very good at painting, maybe she can use painting to enter Taoism and enter the gate of immortality..."

"I heard that Miss Shen is beautiful and beautiful. Since she has decided to practice Taoism, she is a foreigner. Why don't you take off her veil?" Wei Shishi came down to the art booth surrounded by the crowd, and He Mengshu followed her, quietly paying attention to Yaoniang's expression .If the old dean hadn't died, He Mengshu would have wanted to marry Yaoniang even more.

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

"Everyone says Miss Shen has a beautiful face, maybe it's just a false name?"

Shen Yao is the only one in Qingxi Town who can compare with Wei Shishi, no matter in what aspect, Shen Yao will beat her.

Wei Shishi has been dissatisfied for a long time, and He Mengshu's eyes followed Shen Yao's figure closely. Wei Shishi was so angry that he overturned the painting booth and directly tore off the veil Shen Yao was wearing.With great force, she even pushed Shen Yao to the ground.

People looked at Yaoniang's face while feeling pity, and then gasped.

Her facial features are very beautiful, but there are many malignant sores below the eyes, full of pustules, comparable to evil spirits.In contrast to those shining eyes, the whole face is even uglier.

The sores couldn't be cured no matter what, and they recurred. A layer of brown-yellow scabs formed on her face, and pus could be seen faintly.

"vomit……"

The scholars who were surrounded by the art booth ran away in an instant, and even the pedestrians on the street were frightened, not to mention the children, whose crying was shrill and ear-piercing.

"No wonder you have to wear a veil every day, your ugly face is really scary."

"If I look 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.

"Looking like this and wearing a veil to pretend to be a beauty, it's disgusting..."

Wei Shishi left with arrogance, and from now on, Shen Yao could no longer be proud in front of her.

The painting stalls have been smashed, and those painted paintings have been trampled and dirty, making it a mess.Yaoniang slowly put away the painting and covered her face again.

A pair of slender and pale hands rolled up the picture scroll for her. Yao Niang raised her eyes, surprised by the man's clear and moonlike face, she unconsciously moved away.

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

Lin Yebai shook his head, what's so scary about it, Lao Wang has eight spider legs, Zhou Yuan has snake hair, it looks good after a long time.

"Is appearance so important?" Yaoniang touched her face.

"Important, but not all."

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

Yaoniang's paintings can no longer be sold, as long as she thinks of the ugly face of the painter, no matter how beautiful the painting is, she will feel disgusted.

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

"One tael of silver to see once, there are so many of you, let's make up." Yaoniang didn't care, but her livelihood was a little difficult.

"Bah, don't look at it, with your face, the asking price is more expensive than the girls in the flower house, who cares?"

"The face is disgusting, the figure is not bad, no one buys your paintings, I think it's better to change careers as soon as possible..."

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

This time the painting is Zhiyin's wedding dress, even if other people don't want to draw it, Zhiyin will definitely want it.

I saved some silver taels from selling paintings before, so I don't have to worry about food and clothing for the time being.After the painting is finished, I will ask Zhiyin if she wants to change her place of residence. They can move out together and go to a place where no one knows.

Yaoniang is very attentive, just like Zhiyin loves embroidery, Yaoniang also devotes all her efforts to her paintings.

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

Yaoniang doesn't want to draw Wei Shishi's face no matter what, and if she draws Zhiyin, she finds it abrupt.How can a person like He Mengshu be able to play Zhiyin?

Let's ask Zhiyin what it means.

Yaoniang only came out when it was dark.

Jinxiuzhuang is a little far away, when Yaoniang went, she heard Li San arguing with them:

"Zhiyin is not at home, where else can she go besides you?"

"Miss Wei rewarded her with 500 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 officials."

"You want to see people when you live, and you want to see dead bodies when you die. My niece works here with you, and you always tell me where she went..."

"What niece is not a niece? Why haven't I seen you before? I'm afraid you want money?"

"roll!"

Li San was beaten out, looking lonely.

"Mr. Li, don't be in a hurry, I will find out slowly, and I will always know where Zhiyin has gone."

"You are...Miss Shen?"

"Yes, Zhiyin asked me to draw a picture, and I still need her to make up some points, so I came here to ask her."

"So that's the case. Zhiyin is a girl, and I'm really worried about meeting bad people when she goes out alone. If Miss Shen has a connection, please find it for me."

"You don't need to look for it, sister Zhiyin is already dead."

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

"I have been learning embroidery from Elder Zhiyin, even if my elder sister wants to leave, she will tell me."

"My sister died, she was carried away before dawn, and buried on a barren hill in the outskirts of the city..."

"How did Zhiyin die?"

"Embroidering wedding dresses is exhausting."

"Don't say it's me who said it, the nanny will beat me to death if she finds out."

Li San and Yao Niang came back from outside the city, remained silent, and went home separately.

In three days, Wei Shishi and He Mengshu will pay homage.

Yaoniang looked at the wedding dress, the burning red seemed to be burning like a raging flame.

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

She couldn't bear it any longer, and coughed up blood, dots fell on the painting like flying stars, and melted into the wedding dress, the colors became more and more bewildering.

Yaoniang took the pen and wrote an inscription on the painting:

I hate the gold thread every year and make wedding clothes for others.

In the past, she used to write small letters with hairpin flowers, which was beautiful and beautiful, but this time her mood was ups and downs, her hands were scrambling, she was both sad and angry, and she already looked like everyone.

Although she had only met Zhiyin a few times, when she suddenly heard the news of her death, Yaoniang was heartbroken, coughing up blood, and tearing up.

Thinking of seeing Zhiyin painting again, I felt a deep breath in my chest, and I couldn't swallow it no matter what.

She wears a veil not only because of her frightening face, but also because her father suffers from hemoptysis, which she also contracted due to illness. She is afraid of infecting others, so she covers her face every day.

Yaoniang coughed harder and harder, staring at the unfinished painting.

I wanted to write a letter to tell other people to put the painting in front of Zhiyin's tomb, but I couldn't afford to find a pen, so I directly dipped my fingertips in blood and wrote the word "Zhiyin" under the inscription.

Fingers trembling, the words are still beautiful.

The beautiful lower script with hairpin flowers, written in blood, corresponds to the wedding dress, like a burning fire.

After finishing writing, Yaoniang died of anger.

The deceased had a lot of resentment, which can be turned into a ghost.

Unfinished obsessions during life will become talents after death.

A phantom floated out of Yaoniang's body, in a daze, it first stopped for a while in front of the painting of the wedding dress, and then floated in front of another painting.

It was Yaoniang's painting of Concubine Yang drunk, emitting a strange suction force, directly sucking the phantom into the painting.

Soon, a beautiful woman walked out of the painting, holding a pipa, her cheeks were flushed, it was Concubine Yang.There is only a bright moon left in the painting, and the beauty disappears without a trace.

Yaoniang put away all her paintings in the body of Concubine Yang, lit a fire, and left.Surrounded by white mist, the disappearing beauty is like a fairy concubine under the moon, returning home by cloud.

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

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

After going out, it was still a white mist.

This place is still a dreamland, layers of dreams are like cobwebs, wrapping the entire Qingxi Town layer by layer.

In the deepest dream, huge spiders are constantly devouring fragments, spinning silk and weaving webs, some fragments are shining brightly, very eye-catching among ordinary fragments.

Unlike Lin Yebai, a person with a weaker soul will automatically become a member of the dream, and experience all the sorrows and sorrows on behalf of the dreamer.After losing himself, the soul becomes the spider's food.

Immortal cultivators struggled to find traces of ghosts, trying to make alchemy with ghosts. Every time they thought they woke up from a dream, they fell into a deeper dream.

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

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

The tomb of Li Zhiyin.

He Mengshu didn't know why he came here to burn incense and pay homage.

"I originally wanted to marry you after I was successful and famous. The Wei family is very powerful, and you and I are destined to be close..."

"I hope you and I will continue our relationship in the next life."

The wind blows open the scroll.

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

"Is this your last wish?"

"To be so infatuated..."

He Mengshu cried bitterly in front of the grave, and when he had finished crying, he took the painting back to his residence, studied ink and painted, and suddenly he couldn't remember the appearance of Zhiyin in his memory.

In order to embroider clothes, Zhiyin's eyes are dull and she is always a little tired. She looks very haggard, completely different from the gentle and bright girl in her memory.

No matter what, he couldn't remember what those eyes looked like. He had seen the prosperity of the state capital and heard the music of Huafang Xianle, but he couldn't remember Zhiyin's eyes.

Don't want to look, don't want to look, dare not look.

When he drew it, he realized that it was Yaoniang's eyes.

This painting is indescribably beautiful and harmonious, as if it should be like this by nature, and it can't even be seen that the face and wedding dress were painted by two people.

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

After three to five years, no one will remember.

This painting will definitely be handed down to future generations, and if he can compose a good mourning poem, his talent and learning will be passed down through the ages.

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

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

The young girl has a cloudy temples and beautiful face, bright star eyes, and a gorgeous wedding dress, which is beyond the world, but her expression is extremely indifferent. Looking at He Mengshu's eyes is like looking at the weeds and stones on the side of the road.

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

Soon, he couldn't speak, his neck was strangled by the red thick, and gradually tightened.

"Do you want to live, or do you want to die?"

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

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

Full of expectations, Wei Shishi stepped onto the bridal sedan chair, and when she got down again, she felt light and light, and she didn't even know it.

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

"Husband...help me..." Wei Shishi looked at He Mengshu, panicking.

He Mengshu was also in the crowd, his eyes were terrified and disgusted.Just like when I saw Yaoniang whose veil was torn off.

"Why didn't you just kill him?" Lin Yebai asked.

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

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

"I want him to be hacked into pieces and die from all the tortures in the world."

"Revenge must be timely, otherwise accidents will easily occur." Lin Yebai didn't appreciate such a slow killing method, and he could only feel at ease when he was completely dead.

"how do you know?"