The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

One month later, Mr. Qiao hired Lan Yue into Qiao's mansion to be his concubine with a ransom of ten thousand taels of silver.

This price is unique in the entire Yanjing City.It's been a chatterbox in the streets and alleys for a while.

In autumn, I always like continuous rain.

Fang Mubai stood in front of the window, pinched and boned.

Since Lanyue left, he has been ill for a while.Now that he is recovering from his illness, he wants to leave several times but is reluctant to leave.

Just because every time he thinks that he will never see her again this farewell, his heart hurts so much that he can't breathe.

Even if she didn't deliberately inquire about her news, it would reach his ears from time to time.

Lanyue was the best married one in Tingxuelou, and was envied by countless former sisters.They often praised her life sourly, while maliciously speculating that Mr. Qiao is so lustful, how long can she be favored?

A few days later, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was bright in the sky, and the stars were shining brightly.

Fang Mubai suddenly couldn't hold back his thoughts like crazy, he left Tingxue Tower and came outside Qiao's residence.

Even if you can't see Lanyue, it's a kind of happiness to be able to get closer to her, and even closer.

The Qiao Mansion should be full of singing and dancing, full of guests, but Fang Mubai felt that it was strangely quiet inside.

In the middle of the night, for unknown reasons, the inside of Qiao's mansion was ablaze with flames.

At first Fang Mubai thought it was fireworks, but later realized something was wrong, it was clear that someone was setting fire to the mansion.

"Lanyue!" He was startled and anxious, and he rushed in without caring too much.

There were flames everywhere, dead bodies everywhere, blood stained the ground under his feet, and also stained the girl's clothes and face red.

She stood between the ruins and death, crying and laughing, her expression crazy.On the tip of the sword in his hand, there are still bloodstains that are about to drip.

"Lanyue," Fang Mubai looked around, extremely shocked: "These people...are you killing them?"

"That's right!" Lanyue laughed, with an indescribably hearty expression: "I poisoned the well water, and everyone made a sword, and they all died!"

"So, that's why you married into Qiao's Mansion?"

"Yes!" Lanyue gritted her teeth: "My father was originally an official of the imperial court. He was incorruptible and loved the people like a son. But the Qiao family relied on being the uncle of the country today, and charged my father with collaborating with the enemy and treason. Our family is 100 Many lives, all of them died in vain overnight... From the moment I was branded as a slave, I swear that I will make the Qiao family pay for it!"

Lanyue looked at Fang Mubai, and suddenly sneered: "You came here because you want to report to the government, right? Well, anyway, my big revenge has been reported, and it doesn't matter whether I live or die."

"What a fool, why don't you tell me this kind of thing, let me do it for you."

Fang Mubai unfolded his sleeves and wiped off the blood on her face.With a gentle smile, "A girl's hands are so delicate, how can they be stained with blood?"

"What do you mean?"

"Here are all the silver taels I saved for you, and some shops with title deeds. You take them and go find your sister, and never come back."

Fang Mubai stuffed a purse into Lanyue's hand: "Leave here, the farther the better."

Lan Yue's eyes widened: "How do you know I have a younger sister?"

"You were drunk that night and told me yourself."

"What about you? You stayed here to take the blame for me?" Lanyue was a little unbelievable: "Why are you doing this?"

Fang Mubai smiled softly: "You said you never believed in the truth, I bet you, will you remember me in your next life?"

Lanyue stared at the young man in front of him, bright flames jumped in his eyes, and with the flames, there was also her shadow and her heart, there was a thin, needle-like pain, from The chest began to spread, and the pain continued to the limbs.

"You are so stupid." Lanyue tried hard to swallow back the blockage in his throat, bit his fingertips, and ordered a bloody mole in the corner of his eye: "What are you betting on? Will you rely on it in the next life?"

Fang Mubai looked at the young girl, with deep nostalgia in his eyes, as if he wanted to engrave her figure into his mind and into his flesh and blood: "I once played a piece of Phoenix for you, but it's a pity you didn't finish listening. In the next life I'll still play it for you, promise me, will you listen to it from beginning to end?"

How could there be such an infatuated and stupid person in the world?Lanyue finally couldn't help but wet the corners of her eyes: "Okay..."

There were numerous footsteps in the distance, and someone shouted loudly: "The prisoner is here, don't let him escape!"

Fang Mubai pushed Lanyue hard: "Go, don't let my sacrifice be in vain!"

Lanyue staggered a few steps, then gritted her teeth and ran towards the dark place fiercely.When she was about to escape from Qiao's mansion, she couldn't help but look back.I saw that gentle and jade-like young man, holding the sword he killed just now, surrounded by a group of yamen servants.

His face was so terrified that there was no trace of blood, but he still stood firmly against those people, trying every means to win himself a chance to escape.

Tears dripped down the corners of Lanyue's eyes, she wiped them off with her sleeves, and strode out of Qiao's mansion.

Fang Mubai was sentenced to death.

There were huge crowds of people on the day of the execution.

Everyone wanted to see who was so vicious and could kill more than 100 people in the Qiao Mansion overnight.

Fang Mubai was covered in blood.

In prison, he was tortured inhumanely, and the officials of Dali Temple forced him to confess his accomplices.However, he found nothing in repeated tortures, so he had no choice but to order him to be beheaded for public display.

Fang Mubai knelt on the guillotine and went to die calmly. He protected her with his life and died without regret.

At the far corner of the street, a green-draped carriage slowly drove up, and the curtain of the carriage was parted, revealing a beautiful and indifferent face.

Fang Mubai's eyes, which were already dull, suddenly bloomed with youth: Lanyue, you are finally willing to take one last look at me.

The woman put down the car curtain: What a fool, who will remember you?

A hot tear "popped" down from Fang Mubai's eyes.

This winter, the weather is extremely cold.It was the first snow that fell so loudly that it covered the sky and covered the ground, as if a hole had been stabbed in the sky, and it couldn't stop.

Lanyue was lying on the bed, holding her chest and coughing violently, and then something spilled out of her mouth, she caught it with a handkerchief, and knew without looking, that she was vomiting blood again.

It seems that since Fang Mubai's death, her life is withering day by day.

Lanyue gave all the money to her younger sister, entrusted her to a peasant couple to take care of her, and came to live here alone.

On the hillside outside the house, there is a solitary tomb, and the blue stone tablet reads: Tomb of Mu Bai of the Fang family.

Lanyue sat in front of the tombstone, brushing off the snowflakes on the tombstone with her fingers, as if she was stroking that person's face.

"Yesterday I dreamed about you again. I dreamed that you went to Beijing to take the exam and became a high-ranking official. You married a beautiful lady from a family. When I took off the hijab, I saw that the woman turned out to be me. You said it was ridiculous Laughing? How could you marry me? I'm so selfish and bad. Wouldn't it hurt you to marry me?"

Lanyue was talking and laughing, tears rolling down her face, she wiped them off with her sleeve, her voice gradually choked up and trembling: "Fang Mubai, I miss you very much, and my heart hurts when I think about you. In the next life, would you still look for me?" ? Will you play Feng Qiuhuang for me?"

The hillside is quiet, only the snowflakes are constantly flying, falling on people's skirts and cheeks, making a slight "rustle".

"Fang Mubai, wait for me," Lan Yue murmured, "Don't leave me alone..."

The snow fell bigger and bigger, gradually covering the whole world, so that the petite figure and the tombstone merged into one, and they were never separated again.