After Beiling stared at the painting for a while, he picked up the pen and added a few strokes to the painting. The painting instantly seemed to have spiritual energy and became vivid. The girl was swinging on the swing, and there were colorful butterflies flying around her. She was so shy.
The flower buds unfolded slowly, revealing their beautiful faces. There were birds flying high in the sky, and it seemed that many insects could be heard chirping.
The whole painting is full of aura.
"Crack--" There was a loud noise, a flash of white light, and the sound of a door opening.
"Master, Hongxiu is back... Hongxiu is back. Cough cough cough -" As soon as he finished speaking, another burst of black blood spurted out.
When Beiling heard Hongxiu's voice, she felt happy. She put away the painting and walked out. What she didn't want to see was Hongxiu half-kneeling on the ground, vomiting blood. She used her sword to support her body to prevent herself from falling. Beiling
Ling was startled and immediately walked over, squatting down and holding Hongxiu's shoulders: "What's going on?! Who hurt you?"
"Master, Master, Hongxiu has completed... completed the mission." Hongxiu smiled at Beiling, showing a bloody tooth, and took out a yellow brocade bag, "Master, poison, poisonous cordyceps, five poisonous spiders...
Heaven, heaven, the Tianshan Snow Lotus and the Thousand-Year-Old... Poisonous Scorpion are...here. Ugh-" It was just a very simple sentence, but what Hongxiu said was extremely difficult.
As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of dirty blood spurted out, which happened to be on Beiling's brocade clothes.
Bei Ling didn't pay attention to this. He took the bag handed over by Hong Xiu with trembling hands. He took a deep breath and said, "If you have anything to do, wait until you are healed. Come on, I'll heal you."
"No, no need, Master." Hong Xiu's hands were stained with blood. She shook her head with difficulty and smiled at Beiling, "Hong Xiu, originally, is a dead person... Master, no need to bother me.
.Ahem——"
As she spoke, she spat out another mouthful of dirty blood.
"Also, Master, Master, this is the ring that Hongxiu brought from childhood to adulthood. Inside, there is Hongxiu, Hongxiu's most precious, precious thing. Master, Master, if, if we are destined, then...
Practice cough cough cough -" Hong Xiu said, taking off a silver ring from her fingertips and handing it to Bei Ling's eyes, "Master, please, please keep it well, so that Hong Xiu, Hong Xiu can rest in peace..."
When Hongxiu said this, she slowly closed her eyes with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Okay, okay, I will take good care of it. Okay, don't talk so much. Come, let me heal your wounds, okay? Come, let's heal your wounds." Beiling's eyes turned red when she saw the bloody ring, with tears in her eyes.
Spin.
How could this happen? How could this happen? Hongxiu, no, no, you can't die, no! I don't allow it, I don't allow you to die!
"No, Master. Hong Xiu knows Hong Xiu's body clearly. Ahem, then, is that for Hong Xiu?" Hong Xiu opened her eyes with great effort, and her eyes fell on the painting she had just finished.
Looking at the people in the painting, Hong Xiu smiled warmly.
Beiling nodded heavily: "Yes, it's for you. Hong Xiu, I wish you a happy eighteenth birthday."
After receiving the affirmation, Hongxiu once again closed her eyes with satisfaction and smiled: "Thank you, Master. Hongxiu, Hongxiu, likes it very much. This is, this is Hongxiu, Hongxiu, the best gift. Thank you, Master..."
As soon as the sound fell, the hand holding the sword could no longer support the body and slid down weakly, and the body fell towards Beiling.
Beiling looked at Hong Xiu's peaceful face and smiled: "Be good, Hong Xiu, have a good sleep and wait until dawn to get up, okay?"
"Be good, I know Hong Xiu is very tired, Hong Xiu has a good sleep."
"How about we get up as soon as it gets light?"
"……OK?"
"Hongxiu, please be obedient and don't pretend to be asleep, okay?"
…
No matter what, Beiling could not deceive what he saw with his eyes.
Hong Xiu is dead...
dead...
"Hongxiu, no!!!" Bei Ling hugged Hongxiu's increasingly cold body tightly and yelled in pain for a long time. Tears could no longer suppress her sadness and stayed down her cheeks.
Beiling cried loudly, tears falling on Hongxiu's peaceful face. She would never feel it again, she would never be conscious again, and she would never wake up again.
Never again...
But why?
Bei Ling sat on the ground blankly, with Hongxiu's cold body in her arms.
"ah!"
Beiling desperately vented the sadness in her heart, while the person in her arms remained motionless.
No one will understand her as well as Hong Xiu, no one will refill her cup of tea and serve her snacks when she is thirsty or hungry, no one will show up in time when she needs it...
No more.
No one will be a red sleeve anymore, no one can compare to a red sleeve...
Her life ends here.
Hongxiu, your death will not be in vain. I will never let go of anyone who hurts you. Not even one! I will definitely avenge you!
Beiling's eyes were full of hatred, deep hatred.
The rain was still falling outside. It was obviously the middle of summer, but it made people feel bitingly cold and windy.
Bei Ling's shouting naturally alarmed the entire Duchen Palace. Everyone just put on their coats and ran to Yu Xiuyuan, fearing that something would happen to a slow-stepping princess.
Si Yanlan was no exception. As soon as he heard Beiling's sad and sorrowful voice, he hurried to Yuxiu Garden in the rain without even putting on his clothes.
Ling'er, don't let anything happen to you...
When everyone rushed to Yuxiu Garden, what they saw was Bei Ling sitting in a pool of blood in plain clothes, with the red sleeves in her arms that had already become a bloody man.
Everyone was silent, no one dared to go up and say anything.
Now, all I can do is keep silent, keep this deathly silence.
Beiling just sat on the ground without saying a word.
The entire Yuxiu Garden was shrouded in great sadness at this moment.
…
Three days later, a piece of news that shocked the entire China spread from the Duchen Palace to the entire streets and alleys.
Prince Si Yanlan of Muchen divorced his wife with a divorce letter and married Song Yangyu, the daughter of the Duke of Song Dynasty!
For the past three days, the atmosphere in the Duchen Palace has been very strange.
The low pressure area here in Yuxiu Garden is extremely gloomy, while other places are full of joy. Two stark contrasts.
After Hongxiu was buried, Beiling didn't leave Yuxiu Garden for three days in a row. She stayed in the alchemy room all day and night not knowing what to do.
It was not until the third day that Si Yanlan personally sent a letter of divorce. The lifeless atmosphere in Yuxiu Garden was somewhat broken, but it was still dull.
"Hongxiu is dead, and a dead person cannot be resurrected..." Si Yanlan's gentle voice was full of helplessness. With such a stubborn temper, what should I do?
"Are you finished? Just get out of here." Bei Ling returned to the house with a cold voice.
This was her first sentence in three days.
"Well, I am here today to give you a letter of divorce. From now on, you will no longer be my princess. Tomorrow, I will marry Song Yangyu as my concubine." At this point, Si Yanlan paused and said, "Take care of yourself."
Clean it up and move it out to Wanchen Garden, it has been packed up there."
"No need to worry, you can get out." Beiling said and ignored him.
After Si Yanlan occupied the doorway for a while, he finally sighed and turned around to leave.
Ling'er, I'm sorry...
Use your life's happiness to bet, I'm sorry, I can't afford to bet...
Chapter completed!