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In the confusion, people feel as if they have lost consciousness, and only see the color changing like clouds.
Gradually, the color slowed down, as if the watercolor splashed on the canvas finally found a place to go.
So, red walls and blue tiles, flying eaves and arches, carved beams and painted buildings, Minghu curved bridges, tender willows and delicate flowers, pedestrians...
She just looked at it in a daze, with a vague sentence in her heart... It's so beautiful, and then another sentence... I'm flying.
I saw it float into a house and went straight to a balcony-like thing surrounded by red sandalwood wooden railings.
Green willow Fusu next to the balcony, and pink peaches are diagonally reflected.
I heard a gloomy sentence: "Go in."
She stepped in ghostly.
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It seems that he fell heavily and felt severe pain all over his body. Venus appeared in front of him, his ears roared, his throat seemed to be on fire, and his breath seemed to file back and forth with a saw.
"Water..."
Yan Ran spit out this word with difficulty...
Is this your own voice? Why is it as terrible as the wind passing through the bellows?
This shock suddenly made everything chaotic and clear, and the sound in my ear became clear.
"Girl, why can't you think so much?"
"Girl, you can't die..."
"What should I do?"
"Woo-woo..."
"When did it happen? Why is there no one watching?"
"Have you reported to your wife?"
"Well, when Dad comes back, he will definitely tear your skin..."
"What's wrong with this rumor?"
"Why are you crying? Why don't you prepare clothes?"
......
The various voices sounded randomly, and her slight shouts were knocked out.
She tried her best to open her thousands of pounds of eyelids to get angry, but she was stunned.
This is...where?
A group of women in ancient costumes were piled up by the bed like colorful silk scarves on the shelf, but no one looked at her. The pink-green curtains on both sides of the bed trembled slightly in the quarrel.
She stretched out a trembling hand and grabbed the pink skirt of the woman closest to her.
The woman was shouting, "When will it be your turn to make the decision in the house?" Then he turned around and his expression changed, "Ah" screamed.
Everyone looked at her.
For a moment, she couldn't describe the faces in front of her, but the unity was... frightened.
Ten seconds.
Suddenly, a woman in a light green shirt skirt and combed her bun squeezed out of the crowd, knelt down, and called with a sad and happy face: "Girl, you finally woke up! Whoo-hoo..."
Everyone began to buzz again, looking at her from time to time. Some people's eyes were a little strange, as if... full of hatred or disgust?
But there is no time to study this at present. She just wants to know why she has become such a situation when she wants to return to the world?
She grabbed the woman's hand and opened her mouth, but only made a series of unpleasant squeaks.
"Don't be busy talking. You hurt your throat."
A hand covers her forehead, which is cool and soft.
Raise your eyes and look into a pair of gentle eyes.
This is a 30-year-old woman, and her blue violet shirt makes her white complexion more moist.
Her beauty can only be regarded as medium, probably because her lips are too white and extremely light, but the slightly curved corners of her mouth make her look amiable, and even the fine lines in the corners of her eyes can be ignored. At this moment, her hand slowly stroked her forehead, extremely gentle.
She wanted to open her mouth to ask, but the woman turned her head slightly and didn't see her speak. She moved out a little girl about 13 or 14 years old from the side, holding an ink paint tray with a blue and white porcelain bowl on it.
"Drink some water first." Her voice is as cold as water.
I got up, took the tea bowl, and drank it all. I suddenly felt that my throat was much more comfortable. I licked my lips and was waiting for another cup, but I heard a report: "Madam is here."
Then I saw the people around me bowing down, and the woman who came face suddenly plunged into my eyes.
She only felt that her breathing was suddenly stopped.
It's not because she is surrounded by four maids, carrying water, holding a handkerchief, brushing dust and helping her, but... gold! This middle-aged woman seems to be made of gold all over her body. The honey-colored robe, with a bright fabric, should be good silk, and the mud and gold on it is complicated. It looks like a giant peony and is hooked with rice beads of the same color. Inside is a slightly darker skirt, the belt is also inlaid with gold and jade, and underneath is decorated with a round ornament made of jade, which is floating. And the most eye-catching thing is her head. The hairpin decoration on it is all golden. As she moves, the golden tassels hanging in her ears swing like willows, and the refracted light is dazzling.
It may be because of too many heavy metals, which makes her whole face and expression also very metallic.
The woman in green, who had just cried by her bed, knelt on the footboard at this moment, and a pair of bee-like beads on the bun trembled slightly.
She said like a mosquito, "Madam, the girl just... woke up."
The room was very quiet, and everyone held their breath and lowered their heads. Only Yan Ran looked straight at the so-called "Madam".
Madam's eyes are hidden behind the dazzling golden light, which is difficult to think about. However, the hand under his chest moved slightly, and the wide sleeves of the robe were waved with him, so a row of proud radio waves from Venus on it pierced Yan Ran's eyes, and then gave her more deadly and inexplicable stabbing...
"I'm going to die somewhere else! If you die here, who will live in this house in the future?
The voice is fierce. After saying that, he waved his sleeve and pointed straight to the oblique top.
There is a circle of three-foot-long white silk hanging on the beam, swaying gently under the breeze blowing through the window, with a light posture, but with a little strangeness.
"What is this thing still hanging for? Don't you think it's shameful enough?
Someone immediately moved the stool to solve the white silk.
The lady never looked at her again and shook her sleeves away. The four little girls followed devoutly like jade girls worshipped by the Bodhisattva.
The room seemed to be empty all of a sudden, so the blue-gray floor was like marble, which was full of purple and red ancient furniture... Among them, it was decorated with green potted plants, screen porcelain, copper crane incense burner and so on.
People worshipping on the ground rose up one after another, and the sound of clothes rustling and ringing, mixed with a contemptuous "hum".
Following the sound, it seems that the girl in the pink shirt skirt that was caught by her came out. At this moment, she slanted at herself, and her pretty face was full of disdain. This expression made her childish and slightly fat face slightly distorted.
What the hell is going on?
Yan Ran is like a dream at this moment.
She looked down at herself... Dressed in plain white gauze, embroidered with an inverted pale orchid on the side of the skirt, and light yellow rice beads embellished the stamens, which was very unique...
What?
She grabbed the orchid and suffocated for a moment.
......
"I don't understand what is written on it..."
She took over the sign: "91."
She was stunned and took out her own brand.
16.
"1" is just a vertical line.
She smiled: "Take it carefully, don't..."
......16......91......91......16......
The brand rotates in front of the eyes with a ferocious smile.
"What's your name?"
"Cheng Xueyan"......
Oh, my God!
She let out a hoarse cry in her throat, which made the pink woman curl her mouth again: "Let's all break up. My sister is also tired. Let her have a good rest and think about it by the way... How can she no longer humiliate our Cheng family..."
"Xue Yao," a long-faced woman in a long lake blue dress touched her elbow: "You'd better say less."
"Hmm." Xue Yao twisted her body in disgust: "I'm not as good as your sister Sherman. What can I say? Can't you say that you can do it all?"
"Okay," the middle-aged woman in the blue violet shirt pulled Sherman and took the opportunity to stand behind her: "Xue Yao is right. Let's all break up and let Xueyan have a good rest. Bitong..."
She called the girl in the light green dress who was still wiping tears: "Serve the girl well."
"Since Er Niang has opened her mouth, I won't say anything." Xue Yao's tone was not good, and she also had a white eye: "Let's go."
"Xueyan, your wife was angry just now. Don't take it to heart. She still loves you."
Er Niang gently raised the broken hair on her forehead, turned around and signaled to Sherman, and the whole room walked to the door one after another.
Watching them leave in a daze, with their eyes suddenly fixed...
Rosewood wooden balcony, green willow Fusu on both sides, pink peaches are slanting...
Isn't it inexplicable that she walked into this pile from here?
In just half a second, she jumped out of bed and ran to the balcony...
"It's not good, the girl is going to have a short look..."
Bitong exclaimed and hurried forward to pull him, but was vigorously thrown away and fell to the ground.
"Girl..."
The people who had walked to the door turned their heads again, opened their eyes wide, and exclaimed. They rushed to her with ferocious teeth and claws. You stretched your arms and I pulled my legs.
Just listening to "Gudong", she immediately threw herself to the ground. Before she could recover, a group of people weighed heavily... She didn't even give her time to hum.
Death turned out to be so painful, and what's more painful is... to die and face the pain, depression and suffocation all over your body...
They must be full of hatred for this body, otherwise how can they be so steady and ruthless? Someone was pressing on her waist. I don't know whether it was funny or wanted to test the elasticity of her waist, and it turned upside down.
My willow water snake has a small waist!
She lay on the ground and couldn't move, only breathless.
After two hoarse hums were squeezed out of the throat, I heard someone laughing secretly.
Damn!
Unable to fight back, the hand leaning forward by being held dead can only scratch the ground with resentment.
"Xueyan, Xueyan..."
With a rapid shout, the bamboo curtain on the door jumped up to the wall and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, her face was aimed at the door, and she only needed to turn her eyes, but her hair was scattered in front of her face. With the weak shaking of her heavy and intermittent breathing, she could barely see a burly man in a red robe running to her through this gap.