Hibiscus

Chapter 12 Chapter 12

The smell of wine wafted from the long alley, thick and slippery moss covered the corner of the wall, and the lights of someone’s house were down, half dark and half bright, Fusang walked slowly, the wine pot rolled to her feet, and slid away again.The man was drunk, half leaning against the corner of the wall, muttering to himself.Fusang took a look, then walked away slowly.

Fusang came into the house, and the room was still the same as before she left. Fusang sat and waited for a while, then felt that her shoulder injury made her feel a little uncomfortable, so she lay down on the bed with her clothes on, feeling that the days were getting worse and worse. Sad down.

She didn't know why Wuyou came in. Even in her sleep, she felt that the days were cloudy, and the cloudiness made people bored. Fusang raised his eyes to look at her, saw that she looked tired, and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired?"

Seeing her shaking her head, Fusang sat up, moved her place and said, "It seems that you haven't slept all night, come and lie down."

Wuyou was straightforward, she was dressed and lay beside Fusang, and Fusang tucked the quilt for her, "I had a strange dream today"

She turned to look at Fusang, and Fusang smiled at her with the corners of his mouth pulled. "I dreamed you ran away and I cried."

Wuyou frowned, Fusang wanted to reach out to smooth the wrinkles on her forehead, but unfortunately, it hurt a little when she pulled it, so she could only hold back her smile and said, "It's all a dream."

Wuyou looked at Fusang with some embarrassment, endured it for a while, and fell silent.

They slept together peacefully, Fusang opened his eyes to look at her, saw that she was sleeping peacefully, looked at her carefully, then fell asleep with his eyes down.

At night, there were rustling sounds beside the bed, Fusang was in a deep sleep, opened his eyes to look, and saw that Wuyou had already got out of bed, so she heard her whisper, "Is it disturbing you?"

Fusang shook his head, kicked off the clogs, straightened her clothes, and said softly, "Don't tire yourself too much."

After Fusang said this, Wuyou was only silent for a while, then left again.

Today's night is extraordinarily cold, a crescent moon is bright and shining, the cold wind is piercing, Fusang tightened the blanket on his body, looked out, and saw the endless darkness, staring at the corners of his eyes almost sore, and slowly closed his eyes After recovering, Fusang sat withered all night, and when the green lamp burned to ashes, Fusang finally understood that everything was nothing but illusion.

Fusang left quickly, just like when she came back, without saying a word, she went to Linfeng Building, ate and drank, and after she was full of wine and food, she remembered to go on the road, she called the groom to come, and went again. Buzhuang bought some brocades and set out on the road.Before traveling for a few miles, people came quickly, like the east wind blowing down, all the flowers fell, and the dust returned to the mud.Fusang glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, and then at the person who came, the person looked at Fusang under the peach blossom tree, just like the first time he saw him, the figure wrapped in black silk and satin was absolutely graceful.Fusang Road is really narrow, but when she saw her walking slowly, the clothes between her clothes were changing like ghosts, Fusang got out of the carriage, and covered the groom with brocade, the man sneered, looking up and down with only one pair of eyes Fusang said in a deep voice, "Come with me." When she said this, she could not refuse.

Fusang gave her a slightly weird look, and pondered, "Why did I go with you?"

She frowned and remained silent for a long time, only seeing that Fusang felt uncomfortable, and then she said in a neutral tone, "I don't know."

Fusang was a little frustrated, feeling that she was a little bit recalcitrant, she was already a little tired, this person was firm in both words and deeds, he really was a tough one. "I won't go with you." Fusang felt that her patience was going to be consumed by herself, and sure enough, she grabbed Fusang's hand very rudely, "You can't help this."

There was still a wound on Fusang's shoulder, and it was probably bleeding again after such a pull, Fusang looked at her calmly, she narrowed her eyes, and after a while they fought together, she suddenly became very excited, that look It was extremely strange, she was like a bloodthirsty person, watching Fusang showing her sharp fangs, it turned out that this was a terrifying person, Fusang was no match for her, and after a while, she was beaten to the ground.She walked towards Fusang, seeing her panting with exhaustion, "Don't struggle, come with me."

In the end, Fusang was dragged away, she stuffed Fusang into the carriage, and wrapped her eyes with a brocade handkerchief, Fusang said with a strange smile, "It's better to poke my eyes blind."

She froze with her hands, and said unhappily, "I don't know good from bad."

Fusang loses her anger and thinks carefully about her current situation.

The carriage traveled very steadily on this road, probably not on a small path, and there was some shouting in my ears, probably at the market, these captives are so arrogant, they really can't fight. "Are you arresting me to kill me?" When Fusang asked her this way, she seemed to hum with disdain, "Don't be smart."

After she said this, Fusang stopped talking.

During this journey, silently reckoning that when there is a stick of incense, a pair of hands is handed to Fusang, and Fusang gently rests on her palms, which is different from the weakness of ordinary women, these are a pair of strong and powerful hands,

"Have you touched enough?"

Fusang couldn't help being choked all over, and said a little embarrassingly, "I can only trouble the girl if I can't see."

As soon as the man heard her words, he pushed her away rudely from time to time. Fusang fell all the way, his legs were almost bruised, so he had to rest. This rest method was only tied to the wooden frame. This posture almost roasted her, Fusang wanted to loosen the shackles a little impatiently, the rope was banned, she could only cry bitterly in her heart, the woman didn't know where she went, there was only one person left in the huge room. The cauldron stove was burning vigorously, and a person came from the dark place, but Fusang couldn't see his appearance, so he heard him say in neither yin nor yang,

"It really is a good medicine."

"Jinglun, you did a good job."

In front of my eyes, only the wind blows the curtain, and the fire ignites, and it hurts my eyes.

Fusang looked up at him, but it was a pity that he was hiding in the curtain, and he only spoke in a low tone. Fusang didn't even know who he was. A bloodstain, the blood was about to be drained, the girl with the dark lines on the face took a bowl full, threw it into the flame, and stirred it again, Fusang stared at it in a daze, thinking that she The craftsmanship is a bit rough, so I can't help reminding, "Seven to the left and right"

She glanced at Fusang with some disdain. Fusang's words might have offended her. She looked at Fusang with a weird look from beginning to end, and this feeling was very bad.Fusang said at the right time, "The strength should be controlled at about three points."

She was really annoyed by this, she threw away the work she was doing, and greeted Fusang's face,

"Where did you come from, the little bitch, who is still here as a young lady when she is about to die."

When she said this, Fusang was a little numb, and after a while, he adjusted his anger slightly, like a flame splattered from damp firewood.

"Whether it's cheap or not, the girl knows much better than me."

She felt that Fusang's words were ridiculed inside and out, and she was depressed for a while, so she slapped Fusang again.

"I'll make you talkative, a lifeless thing"

She was really irritable, and after she finished cursing, she was particularly unhappy and slapped again, Fusang felt that her face was going to be swollen to the point of tearing,

"Still not stopping."

Only then did Fusang see the woman under the curtain, she kept a sullen face in the dark and did not speak, but there seemed to be some faint anger in her brows, the woman who was still arrogant, took a look at the person who came, and then gave up, He glared at Fusang angrily, then retreated.

"Aren't you going to resist?" She stretched out her hand towards Fusang, squeezed her chin, and said with some amusement, "You're almost like a pig's head."

Fusang snorted, and she squeezed hard again, "Speak well."

Fusang was actually very annoyed in her heart. After she had finished talking, there was not even a single point left for her. If she didn't say anything, she couldn't help but sneered, "You watched it for half an hour, isn't it interesting?" ?”

She glanced at Fusang again with a strange smile, "It deserves it!"

Fusang didn't like her feeling so frivolous, and there was a strange light in her eyebrows and eyes, "Is it so fun to humiliate yourself?"

Fusang's face was distorted when she said this, and even the heart that I hadn't seen for a long time couldn't help being a little sour, and I couldn't help but spurn her

"You know shit."

She seemed to be very happy with Fusang's occasional appearance of showing her fangs, and said with a strange smile, "Are you crying?"

Fusang thought her words were very strange, she obviously didn't cry, tears are the thing she disdains the most, she wiped the corner of her eyes with a smile and said, "Why are you crying?"

Fusang turned his head sideways, "You read wrong."

Fusang didn't understand why she was so stubborn, she looked up and down again, and couldn't help but blamed, "Women are really annoying."

Fusang glanced at her, and she seemed to be smiling very heartily, "You are such a weirdo, Fusang."

Fusang looked at her and said, "You can loosen it for me, it hurts." Maybe it was Fusang's rare submissiveness, but she untied Fusang without any hesitation. Fusang glanced at her and said with tears in his eyes, "You Can you take me back?"

She glanced at Fusang, knelt down, and looked at it unhurriedly, "Are you crying?"

Fusang pulled her neck down a little, "Maybe."

She pushed me away at once, her eyes were gloomy, and she said unhappily, "The charm technique is powerful, it really is low." Fusang saw her shake her sleeves and leave in a bit of annoyance. After thinking for a while, she went there. The curtain went away.

"What are you hiding from? Is it fun to watch the show for so long?"

The man finally strolled over, but his whole body was covered with a black veil, so he couldn't see his face at all.

"Fusang, long time no see." What was the beginning of this, Fusang gave him a strange look, he glanced at him, and recalled a little, "I saw you in a much more embarrassing situation before than now, it's good to see you this way."

Fusang raised his eyebrows, "I don't know you."

"It's not important, you think more clearly than before." Fusang didn't know how to answer the inexplicable words, and he only heard him ponder for a moment and said, "I'm still too anxious, Fusang, we will meet again."

After the man said this, he disappeared, and there was nothing but emptiness in the world.