Chapter 313

313 so called old friends (2)

He Zhen's voice was not high, but he heard it clearly in the noisy voice, and it came to my ears word by word: "I'm sorry that I didn't marry her. After all, she is the emperor's own sister, so it's useful to stay in Wu as a hostage“

”If necessary, you can also kill her for flag worship. "

My body was frozen uncontrollably.

My mother often said that people will change, and no one will always be the same as when I first saw them. It is also said in books that people's minds are easy to understand, but people's minds are changeable. He Zhen can do that. Three years ago, he was the blackest and most shameless person I have ever seen. After three years, he has become darker, more shameless and more despicable than before.

He regretted that he didn't marry me there, but I thanked him for not marrying while playing the piano.

Mrs. Yao looked at him with gratitude and tears, and her beautiful eyes were full of light: "Jun hou... My concubine was crude and came from a humble background. How can I afford such love from Jun hou..."

If you really couldn't afford it, you wouldn't have done so much? I secretly make complaints about women. They are hypocritical.

The rain outside the window became heavier and heavier, falling on the white jade steps and splashing water one after another. A string of Jade Wind Chimes hung under the eaves outside the hall, occasionally making a jingling sound under the scouring of rain. On the throne, Wu Hou he Zhen sat alone and drank the wine from his generals one cup after another. Rao was not drunk, and his handsome face was slightly drunk. Mingxiu's eyes contain a shallow taste of wine. She is looking at Mrs. Yao in her arms like a smile.

When he saw Mrs. Yao, her face was slightly red and she bowed her head in shame. Jun Hou has never looked at him with such eager eyes. He has always been silent and cold. Even when the relationship between the two is strong, he is only light, never like now. But Mrs. Yao felt a little strange in her heart. Jun Hou's eyes were looking at her, but it seemed that she was not looking at her, as if she was looking at another person through her body.

The people in the hall were red in the face. Many brave people saw that Jun Hou was hugging Mrs. Yao, so they dared to hold the favorite dancer in their arms and laugh again. For a time, the atmosphere in the hall was quite fragrant and beautiful. Even the zither player changed his just cold tune and changed a happy Qin sang.

The palace was standing in the air hundreds of feet high. In addition, the sound of the zither played by the zither player was ethereal and melodious. It seemed to come from the horizon, and it was like a continuous drizzle, which gently floated into the palace, infiltrating everyone's heart.

I don't know why, I could play a song that I had never played in three years. The string scratched my right hand and stained it with Yan red, but I didn't feel any pain, let alone stop. I didn't wake up until the tall and handsome figure was standing in front of me.

The hall was quiet and frightening. The generals who just hugged the dancers for fun suddenly stopped their voices and looked curiously at the Lord who condescended to step down. The music official knelt on the ground with a frightened face and pulled me who was still in a daze: "bye... See Hou Wu."

I knelt there, lowered my head deeply, and my heart was in a panic.

Across the curtain, I could feel he Zhen's eyes falling on me, which stabbed me like a needle. I was veiled. I didn't speak from beginning to end. He Zhen couldn't recognize me.

"Who is she?" he Zhen's voice whispered into his ears. Although his voice was low, it had an unquestionable momentum, which was unique to the superiors all year round.

The generals present looked from initial surprise to great interest. It was probably strange why the noble Marquis Wu was suddenly interested in a humble zither player. Even the music official felt a little strange. He bowed his head and said, "back to the Marquis of Wu, she is a zither player found by villains from the Mingyue building. Her name is youyou."

"Brothel?" he Zhen lost his smile, but I bit my lower lip in embarrassment, and my heart beat faster and faster.

A slender and bony hand gently removed my veil. I subconsciously wanted to push away that hand, but I finally held it back. I am a humble zither player now. A zither player should not have the courage to resist him.

The veil was completely lifted, my ugly face was exposed in front of everyone, and the people in the hall took a breath in an instant. The woman's face was covered with a thick layer of facial fat, and her face was pale, like an evil ghost from hell. There are several black scars on his face, like a twisted centipede, hovering on that pale face. It can't be described as ugly, but ugly.

Sure enough, even he Zhen's face was slightly stiff. I pretended to be frightened and lowered my head, pretending to be at a loss, but my heart was dark and cool.

Such ugly makeup, did he Zhen cheat it?

"Jun Hou, it's my fault. I just heard that the zither player in Mingyue building has excellent zither skills, so I invited him to play for Jun Hou and the generals, but I don't know the appearance of this youyou girl..." Mrs. Yao stopped talking and asked he Zhen to apologize, but she looked at me with sympathy. Everyone knows how melancholy it is that a woman's face is flawed. Besides, I can't just describe it with the word ugly. It's ugly and frightening.

Mrs. Yao also had an idea. She also saw that her family was interested in a small zither player. Instead of stopping he Zhen, she asked him to lift his veil and take over the knot. She was really frightened. However, as the saying goes, flowers need green leaves to set off. With my green leaf, Mrs. Yao, who is already beautiful, looks even more beautiful, just like a fairy Shu in the world.

He Zhen's eyes still faintly stared at the ugly and amazing girl kneeling on the ground and whispered, "what are you playing just now?"

I hung my head, but my body trembled uncontrollably. The music official on one side respectfully replied, "it's Qin sang who plays back to you. If you don't like it, we'll change it..."

The voice didn't fall, but he saw the slight rise of the lips of Jun Hou, revealing a strange smile: "no, then play. Don't stop until Ben Hou asks you to stop."

The music official was stunned. Unexpectedly, Jun Hou liked this song, but looking at the bloody right hand of the girl beside him, Rao Shiyue official couldn't help but move his compassion slightly. He looked at it with his eyes. The girl in front of him hung her head and couldn't see the emotion on her face.

"Yes." the music official leaned over and replied, and resumed playing the Dongxiao. The girl in front of her sat down numbly and brushed the strings with her fingers.

Everything is no different from just now, as if it were just a trivial episode. Hou Wu returned to the main position, hugged Mrs. Yao in her arms and enjoyed the kindness of beauty. On the one hand, he gently tapped the table with his fingers lazily, as if he were following the music and clapping. The generals are also having fun. He Zhen has always been very strict in running the army. On the other hand, he Zhen is also very generous. The beauty of gold, silver and silk has never treated these people badly. Since the monarch and Marquis have acquiesced, these generals are happy to pick some beautiful dancers to enrich the backyard.

The zither player still played the happy and beautiful Qin sang and the lingering rain. The lingering meaning of three or four parts of the original song suddenly turned into eight or nine parts. Listening to it, people felt a melancholy. A bearded general with a tattoo on his face suddenly stood up and gave a deep salute to the king and Hou on the main seat: "Ma Dacheng has an unkind request. Please give permission to the king and Hou."

Wu Hou sat lazily on the seat with his eyes. He was holding a glass of wine in his hand. He could see that his fingertips were slightly white: "say."

The General Ma bowed his head and looked embarrassed: "please give me the zither player."

There was a silence in the hall, and then a burst of laughter broke out. The zither player is so ugly that General Ma is still important to the king and Marquis? It should be noted that all the dancers in the hall today are beautiful, fat and thin, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums. They are good at winning the game. General Ma will be hundreds of times more beautiful than this zither player even if he chooses one with his eyes closed.

"Old horse, are you crazy? Ha ha..."

"You don't want the beauty in this room, but you want an ugly and amazing zither player with Jun Hou, ha ha..."

The ridicule of the generals did not shake the General Ma. He bowed his hands to the Marquis of Wu and said, "please make it perfect."

He is a famous general in all battles. After he returned from Chang'an, he followed Hou Wu and has always been loyal. It is reasonable to say that if he wants to ask for a woman like Hou Wu, Hou Wu will not refuse.

The sound of the piano is still continuous. It seems that the player's mood has no waves. About a little farther away, General Ma always felt that the king and Hou on the seat looked at the ugly zither player with a smile and said, "General Ma, why do you want such a woman?"

His tone seemed to be slightly sarcastic, but General Ma said in a straight tone: "Hou Hui, the young general is ugly and has been ridiculed by his colleagues. Even men are so ugly, not to mention weak women. It's not her fault that the piano teachers and students are ugly. It's rare that she has excellent piano skills. It must be hard study and hard practice to have this piano skill. It's really admirable that the woman still sits there playing with her hand hurt. She has such a heart. Marry her home As a wife, you will be able to take care of everything in the family in order, so that the young general will have no worries. "

"The appearance is just a skin bag. Although this woman is ugly, she is with the young general's heart, which is better than countless beauties in my heart. The young general is willing to marry this woman as his wife, and I hope the general will succeed!" Ma Junyi said with righteous words, and all the dancers present couldn't help showing envy.

Any one of them is much better than the ugly girl, but they can only be a humble dancer. Even if they are liked by a general in the hall, they are just a concubine. How can they be compared with the general's wife? The zither player is really lucky. An ugly appearance has even caught the eye of General Ma!

The sound of the piano is still like flowing water, quietly flowing in everyone's ears. Jun Hou has always been generous, and General Ma's request is natural. But General Ma begged, but Jun Hou only played with the wine cup on his hand.

"Please, Hou Chengquan." General Ma bowed his head and gave a deep salute. He felt a little strange in his heart.

He Zhen smiled faintly: "the great victory of our army in the battle of Jiangzhou depends on your strength." when it comes to official business, the generals present immediately stood up in awe and saluted him together: "you will not dare to praise me at the end."

In the ethereal sound of the piano, even the voice of Jun and Hou had some ethereal meaning: "General Ma, I remember that you were from the capital. You turned out of Chang'an and obeyed me because of the hatred of your parents and wife?"

General Ma's face was cold and his voice was filled with hatred: "Yes, the little emperor believed the slander and suspected me of being unfaithful, which killed all 44 people in my family. I killed Chang'an alone. Thanks to the acceptance of Jun Hou, I escaped my life. In this life, I have a deep blood feud with Huo family, and it is impossible to wash away the water of the North Sea. Huo killed me all over the house. In the future, I will follow Jun Hou's soldiers to point at Chang'an and repay my family with Huo family's blood Human life. "

General Ma clenched his teeth and said something that made me tremble. I didn't know that my eldest brother, who was the emperor, had destroyed the whole family in the past. Now, isn't this earthly newspaper going to fall on my sister?

He Zhen's fingers finally let go of the wine glass and stood up. General Ma thought he had promised to marry. When he was about to thank him, he Zhen said faintly, "if so, let's change someone."

General Ma was slightly stunned, and his face showed a look of surprise. He Zhen seemed to have never expected that he Zhen would refuse. He Zhen smiled and turned back to hold Mrs. Yao in his arms, got up and wanted to leave: "I also like this woman's piano skills, so I'll be stingy and leave her."

"It's a long night. I need someone to play a song with my wife to comfort my loneliness." Jun Hou teased Mrs. Yao in his arms, but his eyes penetrated through layers of people. On the thin figure, a trace of hostility flashed in his black eyes: "remember, don't stop without my permission."

The generals bowed down and knelt down to see Jun Hou off. Wu Hou left with Mrs. Yao in his arms. Yao Fu was more charming than Hua, showing a look of joy in Wu Hou's arms. Jun Hou had never treated her like this in front of others. Sure enough, she was the most beloved woman of Jun Hou.

The sound of the zither was still rising, and the music official looked at the girl in front of him with worry: "your hand... What can I do? Why don't I ask Mrs. Yao for affection and see if you can change a zither player..."

I looked up and smiled at him and whispered, "no need..."

He Zhen probably recognized who I was. At first, I was still lucky, but when I heard what he said to General Ma, I was completely desperate.

I painted like such a ghost. Maybe I could deceive everyone present, but I decided not to deceive he Zhen, who was extremely smart and knew me before. I think he would have recognized me long ago, but he has been holding back, probably in order to torture me first.

I looked down at my right hand. The five white jade fingers were dripping with blood. If I played it again, my hand would be completely useless in a short time. But before he Zhen said to stop, I had to continue playing, even if my hand was bloody.

I sat in the soft sedan chair, but I didn't dare to stop at all. He Zhen and Mrs. Yao had already returned to the bedroom. They were affectionate, and I didn't know where his evil taste came from. I insisted on listening to the piano. I couldn't help but feel malicious. I guessed that when he Zhen and Mrs. Yao did something indescribable, they still needed musicians to play the piano for fun. Isn't it really bad?

In the Hanyuan hall, in the red tent, there are two entangled shadows.

Mrs. Yao makes a few charming smiles from time to time. Her voice is sweet and charming. Rao is that I, as a woman, am also attracted by those bursts of laughter. Since the beginning, the beauty of a woman is three points in appearance and seven points in flattery. A woman is born in general. If she has romantic charm, she can be regarded as a beauty. If she has excellent appearance and flattery, it is enough to turn men into lovers Minister. Mrs. Yao looks dignified and elegant, but she has a natural romantic charm. This kind of best beauty is rare in the imperial brother's harem.

Sure enough, one side of the soil and water nurtures one side of the people, so there are most beauties in Wu, both men and women, and their skin looks are first-class. For example, he Zhen, who is black in heart, is almost emitting black water from inside to outside, but his appearance is extremely beautiful, and he is born with a good skin bag. No wonder he provoked a group of unmarried ladies in Beijing to fall in love with that handsome face when he entered Beijing.

Alas, I think too far. At present, beautiful men and women are in love in the red tent, but I am forced to stand there and play Qin sang with bloody fingers to cheer them up. It's really sad. In other words, should I play a gentle and tender Jianjia at this time?

Don't blame me for thinking too much. If I didn't want to interrupt, I would have been lying on the ground with my right hand and grinning. After all, I have been a princess for more than ten years. From birth to now, except for a few small setbacks, I have basically only enjoyed happiness and never suffered hardship. I learned the piano just to play it occasionally for fun or show off in front of my mother and brother. It seems I had never dreamed that I would continue to play the piano when my finger was so painful that I was about to faint. If I knew that one day in the future, even if I smashed all the Qin in the Daming Palace, I would never touch the damn Qin.

I kept playing while I was distracted. People's temper would change with the change of the environment. If my mother and brother were here, I would not continue to play. Maybe I would have the confidence to fall the piano to he Zhen's face. But the mother and brother are not here now. My temper is much better than when I was a princess in the palace. Sure enough, people's spleen It is true that Qi changes with the change of environment.

I kept fantasizing. It seemed that the bloody hand was not my own. As I continued to play, I remembered all the good things when I was a princess. When I thought of the place where I was in a good mood, I couldn't help but flick my fingers. The sharp string just cut my wound, and a gorgeous blood color splashed in an instant!

The piano fell heavily to the ground with a slap and broke into countless pieces. I couldn't help it any more. I squatted down with my right hand, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

The red Luan curtain opened with a Shua. Mrs. Yao's snow-white skin was completely exposed in front of people. She was panting and leaned her lips against he Zhen's cheek. Suddenly seeing such a beautiful scene, I couldn't help turning my face. He Zhen shook off the snow arm of Mrs. Yao who was clinging to his neck and looked at me dimly. I didn't know how to react for a moment, so I had to lower my head and knead my voice and said, "the maid accidentally dropped the piano. It's better for Wu Hou to change..."

"Stupid bitch, why don't you get out of here!" Mrs. Yao, who was disturbed by her interest, naturally wouldn't be angry. If I were granted an amnesty, I wanted to put oil on the soles of my feet immediately and run away. A cold voice stopped me: "stop."

The voice was full of cold. I stopped trembling. In Yu Guangzhong, I could see that Mrs. Yao's eyes were affectionate. She was sticking her waist like a water snake to he Zhen. The cheeks of Hibiscus show new litchi, which is incomparably beautiful. He Zhen mercilessly shook off the lotus arm of the beauty and strode out of the red tent.

The slender and straight shadow approached me step by step. He Zhen's gloomy face could be seen under the candle. I didn't dare to look up and couldn't help shivering. I wanted to escape.

If I turn around and escape at this time, will I have a chance to escape from this ghost place? The idea flashed through my mind and was soon rejected by myself.

Don't say that there must be heavy troops around Wu Hou's bedroom. Even if there are only three of us, it's easier to kill me with he Zhen's martial arts than to crush an ant.

I bowed my head and vaguely held a fluke mentality under my heart. Maybe he Zhen didn't recognize me, maybe

The tall and straight figure was getting closer and closer to me, and my heart jumped faster and faster uncontrollably. He Zhen stood in front of me. My eyes fell on a corner of his black robe, embroidered with cloud patterns with today's thread, luxurious and dignified.

Two fingers held up my chin. My fingers were slender but cold without temperature. My face was suddenly raised and forced to face he Zhen's dark eyes. The eyes seemed to hide surging clouds, like a deep well with no bottom, turning a rolling vortex.

His hand squeezed my chin so hard that I almost thought he was going to crush my jaw. Pain, the only feeling I have left is pain. Tears burst out uncontrollably and trickled down my cheeks.

The scar on my face was painted by Weiyu in the oil of singing in a hurry. Once flushed by tears, it will soon be revealed. I think my face must be as colorful as the dye workshop. Although there is no mirror beside me, it is not difficult to infer from the shocked look on Mrs. Yao's face in bed that my face must be "beautiful" at this time.

He Zhen looked at me faintly, but the strength in his hand was not loose at all. He gradually moved from his jaw to my neck, probably trying to strangle me alive. Ants still cherish their lives, not to mention me? I struggled desperately under his palm, but it was useless in the end. His palm was getting tighter and tighter, and I was gradually out of breath. The burning pain in my chest almost burst.

It's useless to struggle again, not to mention I have no strength. At the last moment of my life, I finally dare to raise my head and look at he Zhen straight.

Dark and sharp eyes whirled, full of surging anger and deep disgust. He hated me, I know, always know.