After dressing as an abusive female supporting character, I and the villain HE got together

On the way back to Xiangfu, Song Tangtang sat in the carriage and kept opening the beaded curtain to see the paper kites flying in the sky. The twisted butterfly paper kites floated in the breeze to the illusory light blue dome. The small lantern, like a string of brightly colored tassels on a paper kite, looks really nice from a distance.The lantern is made of a special way. The paper-wrapped leather surface is painted with fluorescent powder. When night falls, the flying kites are like tiny stars, carrying the expectations of the world and sending beautiful blessings into the distance.

"Tangtang." Song Yunyan called out, she turned her head as she said, hung down the curtain, and pressed her shoulders close to the elder sister's, "What's the matter?"

"When did you carve that butterfly flower hairpin?" Song Yunyan tightened her crooked hairpin, unconsciously brushing the shining pearl with her fingertips, the radiance shone on her as white as jade porcelain On his face, the girl's bright eyes, as well as the smile that overflowed from the eyes, were set off.

"I just did it on a whim." She pouted and muttered, not wanting to explain the matter too clearly, and also unwilling to deceive Song Yunyan, so she picked the key point and said: "One time when Lixia chose jewelry for me, I remembered what my mother said. Most of my jewelry was sent here in response to the imperial concubine Ling's orders, and I saw a piece of amethyst in the street that day was in good condition, so I bought it and wanted to carve something as a thank you gift." She smiled a little embarrassedly Laughing: "Isn't it often said that etiquette is less important than affection? I really hope that the imperial concubine will not dislike the ugliness of my sculpture."

When Empress Min De was alive, there were rumors in the palace that the Empress and Concubine Ling were at odds, especially Concubine Ling, every time she saw Empress Min De, it was like dynamite being lit, and she would stab Empress Min De on the ground pause.

The old man who came out of the palace said that these two people are the most difficult to deal with, but Empress Min De has a soft temper and never minded the concubine Ling's disrespect.Instead, he listened to her scolding with a smile every time, and then asked his maid to hand her a cup of snow water sencha.

The empress has passed away for many years, and every year in the Minglu Park, the imperial concubine would come to release a butterfly paper kite.

Every household in the Qingming Festival has different traditional customs, and the activity of flying a kite is said to be a sacrifice, but it is actually more like a blessing.It entrusts the endless longing that is difficult to resolve when the stranger is alive.

So for things like rumors, it's fine to hear them once.Empress Min De and Concubine Ling, it was a long, long time ago, another story.

Song Yunyan rubbed her soft fingertips against her earlobe, and smiled softly, "Empress Bodhisattva lowers her eyebrows, she is approachable, and will definitely accept your wishes."

"That's good." She smiled obediently, and finally looked back at Minglu Park, which was getting farther and farther away, her heart was filled with unknown sourness.

This feeling is actually very strange, because she has no impression of Miss Song Er's grandfather, let alone that Aunt Xiaoyue who passed away early.But she suddenly remembered the annual Ching Ming Festival.Her hometown is close to the sea, and it always rains all night on the eve of Qingming, as if she is crying and wailing for something.But when the sun shines, it will be a rare sunny day.At that time, her mother would give her grandfather and aunt's tablet. At that time, Song Tangtang was still very young, and she only vaguely remembered that her mother asked her to bow down seriously in front of the tablet, and then lit three sticks of incense.

"Your grandpa loved you the most when you were a child." The mother smiled and touched the head of the six or seven-year-old girl. She opened her eyes in a daze and nodded. "Grandpa said that you are most like my aunt. You are not smart, but you are blessed."

Mingbi Yuanbao was ignited, and soon turned into a choking smoke. After the fire burned, there was a pile of ashes at the bottom of the basin that would be blown away by the wind.

Gathering is a fire, scattering is a sky full of ashes.

"I hope grandpa and aunt Xiaoyue can be happy in the sky." Song Tangtang thought silently in her heart: "...and the empress."

The axle gurgled forward, Song Tangtang was suffocating, but she didn't feel sleepy at all right now, she sat upright with her hands in her hands, but Song Yunyan nodded her head once and for all, feeling a little dizzy Asleep.

"Gu Yu, go and get a cushion." Song Tangtang ordered in a low voice, took the cushion that Gu Yu brought and gently leaned Song Yunyan on the cushion, adjusted her posture along the way, and Song Yunyan struggled a bit When she was about to open her eyes, she immediately patted the back of her hand reassuringly, and said coaxingly: "Big sister, there is still a long way to go home, you should sleep for a while."

Song Yunyan probably had a hard time staying up last night, so she didn't resist anymore.Song Tangtang put his index finger on his lips, and made a silent gesture: "Tell the groom to slow down, let's go back slowly, it's not too late."

Li Xia nodded repeatedly, leaned out and whispered some instructions to the driver.

At dusk, the light-colored golden awns fell all over the ground profusely, and the sunset was colorful and magnificent. There were people coming and going in the market, some with smiles on their faces, some covering their sleeves and crying bitterly. The fireworks are vivid and vivid.

"Miss." Gu Yu glanced at Song Yunyan who was sleeping soundly, and whispered next to Song Tangtang's ear, "I seem to have seen the entourage next to the Major General just now, just the twins."

Song Tangtang was constantly changing the posture of clasping her hands, and her palms pressed against each other to create some warm touch. She was a little taken aback when she heard this, and opened her mouth to "ah", "Where did you see that?"

Gu Yu glanced outwards, the carriage was driving through the Flower Street in Yaojing City, the alleys extend in all directions, there are gouache shops, treasures and jade pavilions, restaurants and shops, and it is the busiest market in Yaojing City.

"Old Chen Ji's coffin shop." Gu Yu said.

Song Tangtang crossed his index fingers and pointed his fingertips together, "Where did you go?"

Gu Yu was a little uncertain, and ran through the paved road map of Yaojing City in his mind, and then said: "It seems to be the direction of Yaojiang."

Song Tangtang nodded, and said one word concisely: "Okay."

What good? ? ?

Gu Yu was wondering, when she saw her young lady lift the curtain with one hand, turned her face and said to her: "I'll chase after her to see, don't startle the elder sister. You two don't come with me, I'll let Ying Han go with me .”

Guyu: ...

Guyu:? !

She watched helplessly as her young lady held the gauze skirt with one hand and the frame of the carriage with the other hand, she jumped down steadily, and dragged a boy with folded arms like a statue out of the carriage.

Li Xia wanted to cry but had no tears, Gu Yu felt lost, the two looked at each other for a long time, and finally sighed.

Ying Leng was dragged by her unexpectedly, almost staggering a few steps.Fortunately, the young man's martial arts is extremely high, and he stabilized his figure in an instant, and his landing posture was beautiful and stable, but the expression on his face was numb.

"...Second Miss."

Second Miss ignored his sulking resentment, and stretched her head to look around: "Follow me, don't show your face, I'll follow and have a look."

With a frozen face, Ying Han jumped up to the roof with lightness kung fu, his footsteps hopping lightly like a nocturnal cat, and then unexpectedly met one of the twins.

"..."

"What a coincidence." Zhou Heng smiled dryly, "Are you coming to follow the second lady too?"

Ying Leng stared at him, cherishing words like gold, "No."

Zhou Heng was ordered by the Major General to follow Second Miss Song. Unexpectedly, Second Miss Song turned around and followed the Major General. He was about to go back to report the matter when he was caught by the guards beside Miss Song.

"...Major General has some private affairs to do." Zhou Heng thought for a while, although he was not familiar with this cold-faced statue, but because he was from the same school, he decided to tell Yi Er: "Don't follow me."

Ying Han nodded with a sullen face, flipped his robes, and sat on the roof like this.

Zhou Heng had a toothache, and immediately missed Miss Song Er's bluffing but very cute temperament.

It was getting dark quickly at the end of spring, and Song Tangtang couldn't remember the way to the Yaojiang River. He took many turns and detours all the way, and finally saw a fleeting sight on the other side of the Yaojiang River. Light white corners.

The little girl stepped on the stone pier and stood on tiptoe, planning the most time-saving route in her mind like navigating. By the way, she looked up at the setting sun in the west. The golden zero light reflected on the sparkling distant river, reflecting With a round of slowly rising clouds and fog around the full moon.

The trail was not easy to walk, the branches and leaves were criss-crossed, she didn't have a lamp, and she didn't have any lighting tools, she could only use the dim light of the yellow moonlight to spread under the feet through the gap between the trees, and staggered one by one. Walk forward in a trance.Because of the rain, it was even more difficult to walk on this road. Song Tangtang touched the bloodstains on the back of his hand that had been scratched by the sharp barbs, and bit his mouth in aggrieved manner.

On a night where the moon is dark and the wind is high, what kind of performance art is Jiang Zhan planning to engage in?

Under the moonlight, the young man stood upright, the hem of his white robe was spotless, he stood quietly like this, his thin and tall figure was clear and lonely.

He heard the rustling sound for a long time, and the little girl's delicate voice "嘤嘤嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘿嘤". He was about to change the place, but he didn't expect the branches and leaves to be picked up by the back of a pair of Sai Xueying's hands. Open, Song Tangtang's timid little face appeared.

Jiang Zhan: ...

"What are you doing?" Song Tangtang walked over with wrinkled nose, patted off the fallen leaves on his shoulders, and wiped the ashes on Zen's cuffs, complaining in his tone, "Did you kill someone and throw away the corpse? What are you doing in this corner? Let me find it!"

"..." Jiang Zhan was shocked by her rogue logic, and he said after a few seconds, "Why are you here?"

Song Tangtang rolled her eyes angrily, "Didn't you find out that I was following you early in the morning? Why are you pretending to be a wolf with a tail like this? Why am I here? Of course I came to see what bad things you do."

Jiang Zhou frowned, lowered his eyes lightly, twisted a piece of unburned yellow paper in his hand, and a little fire suddenly went out.

When she approached by stepping on the moonlight and the dead branches, the smug smile in her eyes disappeared like a tide, Song Tangtang was slightly surprised, "You..."

In memorial service?

The last three words were swallowed hard by her.

Because she found that Jiang Zhan at this moment had some fragile emotions that were hard to detect and barely visible.

If he had to add a word to describe it, Song Tangtang thought it might be sadness.

Some things were thrown messily on the ground, and Song Tangtang carefully identified them under the cold moonlight, a few red incense candles, a stack of ingots and banknotes, and nothing else.

The night wind from the remote river was tainted with water vapor. She shivered and touched the scabbed wound with her backhand, with a little hesitation in her eyes.

The two stood like this, and Song Tangtang even felt that if she didn't make a sound to interrupt this eerie silence, they might stand face to face until dawn.

Then Jiang Zhan heard the girl sigh as if she hated iron.

"You're too casual." Song Tangtang scolded with disgust in her eyes, "There's no such careless person, you're not afraid to stand by your bed at night and come looking for you."

Jiang Zhan's Adam's apple rolled. Under the moonlight, his skin was cold and pale, his lips were tightly pressed, and he held a fire bar between his fingers. He couldn't tell what it was like, but he felt that the empty space in his heart was being squeezed. What was filled gently, but the throat was tight with bitterness, the two cloud and mud feelings were fighting heartily in his mind, burning him slightly unconscious.Before he could say anything in the future, he saw Song Tangtang casually tied up the hem of the skirt that was in the way, squatted down on the spot, pushed up the sleeves with both hands, and his forearms were white and thin.She didn't care about getting dirty, so she struggled a few times on the ground to pile up the wet soil into a small hill, then picked up the incense candles and inserted one on each side, bowed and waved: "This ancestor, the condition Simple, please don't mind." Fu looked at Jiang Zhan, who was called the immortal Jiang Zhan, and said coolly, "What kind of shape are you sticking there? Why don't you come over and help?"

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Jiang Zhan: performance art expert, catwalk model

Tangtang: Heh :)