amaotonovel Chapter 1102 You said sincerity is a poison that penetrates the intestines
Chapter 1102 You said sincerity is a poison that penetrates the intestines
Upon hearing this, Cen Yuan stopped and did not answer, but just looked down at Shi Anxia.
In the dim light, the lady's face is particularly beautiful.
A sudden river breeze stirred a few strands of hair on her forehead. Starlight shimmered between her eyebrows, creating a pool of shimmering water.
Her gentle smile was like snow melting on the mountains in spring.
The line "A glance at the crowd reveals the beauty of the world, yet the colors of the world are like dust" suddenly struck him again. It turned out not to be a prophecy in the poem, but the truth awakening in his blood.
From then on, the vast mountains and rivers in his eyes faded into the background of the smile on her lips.
The sound of hawking came from their ears, and Cen Yuan and Shi Anxia stopped in front of the stall. The bamboo rack was hung with painted masks.
His fingertips brushed across the delicate paper masks and he selected a pair of old men and women painted in a warm color.
The frame of the figure, covered with mulberry paper, is as thin as a butterfly's wing. The dimples on the cheeks are dotted with cinnabar, and the wrinkles are blurred with dark blue. The figure seems to be smiling as if it is about to come alive.
Cen Yuan tied the silk ribbon of the old woman's mask on Shi Anxia. The edge of the paper touched her skin lightly, feeling warm and cool without being uncomfortable.
The light shone through the gaps in the mask, casting tiny golden shadows on her eyelashes.
Shi Anxia also picked up the old man's mask with her bare hands, and when she tiptoed to put it on Cen Yuan, half of the green lotus spun open from her skirt.
Her fingertips accidentally brushed his earlobe as she carefully tied the knot.
His breath under the mask brushed the back of her hand, tickling the old woman's dimples a little deeper.
The paper was translucent, and you could vaguely see stars flickering in his eyes. The old man smiled sweetly and warmly.
Cen Yuan gave a few more copper coins.
The mask seller clutched the copper coin tightly, his eyes sparkling. He caught sight of the old man and old woman masks on the noble's face, his eyes rolled, and he grinned, revealing his gap teeth. "Thank you very much, noble! You chose the Bai Shou Yuan mask. We will definitely be together until we are ninety-nine."
With the blessing of "white hair fate", Cen Yuan's clear laughter spread with the river breeze. In her joy, she took out a few pieces of silver and bought all the masks on the shelf.
The boy was stunned and before he could come to his senses, he saw the noble man slightly raise his fingertips.
Several dark shadows appeared from the darkness in an instant like night crows flying over the ground. Each of them took out a mask to cover their face, and then quietly disappeared into the dimly lit area.
Bei Hui led several maids forward, and smilingly they each picked out the style they liked and put it on.
As my fingertips stroked the paper, I seemed to see again the Lantern Festival night many years ago, when they were crowded in front of the stall, laughing and joking for a pair of masks they liked.
The child was so frightened that he fell to his knees, kowtowed three times on the bluestone slab with his forehead. When he looked up again, the godlike couple was standing in front of the sugar-roasted chestnut stall.
Glossy chestnuts tumbled in the iron sand, their sweet aroma mingling with the aroma of caramel filling the air. Cen Yuan picked up a hot one, deftly peeling the brown shell with her fingertips, revealing the round, golden kernel, which she then brought to Shi Anxia's lips.
Shi Anxia half lifted the mask and bit his hand. The warmth and sweetness melted on the tip of her tongue. Her eyebrows curved like a crescent moon and she nodded repeatedly.
Cen Yuan's smile deepened as he handed a piece of silver to the stall owner, "Father, I'll take care of this pot."
The silver weighed about two taels. The old man weighed it, and his beard trembled with shock. "Sir! This is enough to buy me ten pots of chestnuts!"
Cen Yuan just smiled and said, "The extra ones are for you to warm up with some wine."
Bei Hui skillfully led people forward and wrapped them with oil paper.
As usual, some packets were shared among them, while others were to be taken back to the palace to satisfy the cravings of the young masters.
These days, everyone loves to eat sugar-roasted chestnuts.
After they crossed the Huaixing River Bridge, several green-covered carriages were waiting under the willow trees. Cen Yuan and Shi Anxia boarded the ebony carriage in the middle.
The carriage was not decorated with any patterns, and its blue cloth curtains were half-worn, making it inconspicuous among the other carriages.
The moment I lifted the curtain and stepped inside, the scent of pine mixed with the fresh air of ice flakes wafted upon my face. An ice jar was stored in a secret compartment in the wall, and a glass lamp shone brightly on a small gold-inlaid table in the corner. Under the brocade quilt lay a luxurious velvet rug, and stepping in felt like sinking into clouds.
As the wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, the city sounds gradually faded away, and only the sound of the imperial bells could be heard, as if locking the lights and voices of people on the bridge into this warm and soft world.
Cen Yuan sighed deeply, his voice muffled through the old man's mask, but it was like the sound of an ancient temple bell striking into Shi Anxia's heart, "Xia'er... I have also experienced countless lives of separation and death to be with you until now."
Shi Anxia's eyebrows twitched.
How many generations!
Cen Yuan didn't dare look into her eyes through the pores of her mask. As she lowered her eyes, her voice was as hoarse as a rusty knife scraping at bones. "I wasn't born knowing how to cherish you. The path between you and me was forged through mountains of corpses and seas of blood over many lifetimes."
He is not born with a love brain.
He had betrayed her before.
They have been entangled in a life-and-death struggle for generations.
Cen Yuan closed her eyes, and the most distant memories of her past life pierced the darkness.
He is the son of the Prince Regent who went into battle in armor at the age of thirteen. His sword is tempered with blood just to crush thousands of bones and climb to the ninth level of the Dragon Court.
She was a jade-like figure locked in a golden cage. Even the few chirping sounds that leaked through the palace walls were devoutly recorded on the apricot-yellow paper as if they were the decrees of the gods from the nine heavens.
He approached her deliberately, covered himself with his warm skin, and gave her a jade bell, saying, "This sound can communicate with the gods."
He taught her how to identify the star map, but branded the Purple Star on her palm.
How could she know that the hollow of the bell concealed a silver whistle he used to contact his assassins? The so-called "destiny" palm print was just a fire starter he used to incite the people with a nursery rhyme.
Until the night when the Regent's cavalry broke through the palace gate, she stumbled over, clutching the blood-stained star map, only to see him standing on top of a mountain of corpses, having personally cut off her father's head.
Blood splattered three feet away, dyeing the "Purple Star" in her palm red.
"Why..." Her throat made a hoarse sound, like a fawn with its throat cut.
He lifted her chin with the tip of his sword, and the warmth in his eyes shattered into ice. "Princess, sincerity in troubled times is like a poison that penetrates the intestines."
Her tears fell like rain, and suddenly she rushed towards the sword like a red kite with broken wings! When the sharp blade pierced his collarbone, blood splattered on the dragon pattern on his armor, hot like molten stars.
"Good! Very good!" Blood foamed in her throat, and her laughter mixed with tears and sobs, "This intestinal poison... I swallowed it..."
The blood-stained fingertips tightly grasped the sword blade, allowing the metacarpal bones to be cut, and pushed the remaining body forward another three inches!
The moment the severe pain tore through her pupils, she smiled a pure yet cold smile, "Cen Yuan... remember this..."
Remember what, she didn't finish.
But from then on, the blood on the tip of the sword solidified into an everlasting frost on his eternal imperial career.
He fell into the same nightmare every night.
She chased after him, her skirt lifted up, her laughter like honey wrapped in silver bells, and her eyes sparkled like star-like fragments when she called his name.
The moment he turned around, his smile suddenly froze into ice and a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The cold sword pierced his chest.
At the moment of excruciating pain, she slipped out a sentence and asked him softly, "Cen Yuan, you said that sincerity is a poison that penetrates the intestines?"
……
This was their bloody beginning. Cen Yuan spoke the first half, and Shi Anxia took over the second half.
They…had actually long since shattered the shackles of past life memories. Ice shards pierced their bloodstreams, coursing through them day and night, the slightest touch piercing their hearts and bones.
Over the years, they have kept their lips and tongues nailed to the edge of a honey jar. They would rather drown in the icing and gasp for breath than pry open the frozen old wounds and release the souls roaring in the river of blood.
It was because of such tragic heartbreak that it was a barbed hook forged from the melting iron of the Nine Heavens, and the tip of the hook was tempered with rust that could not be washed away by the water of the Forgetful River.
Whoever touches it first will nail the other person to the reincarnation pillar with his own hands, and cut out his broken heart once again.
Shi Anxia's voice came out from the old woman's mask, "In one life, I also let you down..."