Chapter 7 The sixth round of private seats

Murong Qiushui, male, twenty-six years old, unmarried, hereditary first-class Wei Linghou.Fine fencing, there are massive.Others call him the number one playboy in Kyoto behind his back. After he heard it, instead of being angry at all, he seemed very happy instead. "After three generations of officials, you know how to dress and eat." He said: "To be the No. 1 playboy is not something everyone can do." Although it was not yet winter, a fire had already started in the warm pavilion, and the windows on all sides were tightly closed, not even a breath of wind could blow in.

Murong Qiushui doesn't like blowing wind. "Some people can blow air, but some people can't." He said: "I am a person who cannot blow air by nature. The skin that God gave me does not allow me to blow air. Leave the good wind to others! I'd better stay in the house, drink a glass of wine, sing a new song, let a pretty little girl put a piece of freshly peeled orange, sprinkle a little Wu salt, which is as white as snow, and put it on the Put it in my mouth, so that I can live longer." These are the famous words of Murong Xiaohou, no one doubted his words, because he was indeed born with such a person.God gave birth to him.It seems that it is for him to enjoy all kinds of wine, beauties, glory and wealth in this world. He seems to be born with much better luck than others.

A pot of sweet-scented osmanthus, lotus seed and ginkgo porridge was simmering on the copper stove, and the fragrance filled the Nuan Pavilion. Murong Qiushui was dressed in a pure silk robe, standing barefoot on the wool carpet given to him by the king of Persia, slowly sipping a glass of amber wine, but his thoughts had already flown back to a beautiful woman four years ago. Midsummer Night. He will never forget that night. He will never forget that enigmatic white woman rowing alone on the sparkling green waves. Of course, he couldn't forget the lingering and tenderness of that night.

Unfortunately, when he woke up, she had already left.It disappeared in his mind like a dream, taking away a jade tablet that was close to him, but leaving him with endless thoughts. Footsteps sounded in the small courtyard outside the Nuan Pavilion, and the sycamore trees in the autumn wind seemed to whisper of lovesickness. Murong Qiushui sat down, sitting in front of the piano case, with a "ding dong", the voiceless voice came out.The door of the warm pavilion opened, and a white woman as beautiful as a ghost floated in with the autumn wind outside the door. ——It was her, and she really appeared again.

Murong Qiushui deliberately didn't look at her, but his heartstrings were already vibrating like zither strings. ——Meeting by chance, getting together by chance, the relationship between gathering and parting is like a dream. Because of dreams, because of dreams. She also used the crystal luminous glass on the table for herself, poured a glass of Persian wine, and looked at him quietly.Listen to him play, listen to him sing. ——Everything in the world is born because of dreams and dies because of dreams. How about dreams? With a sound of "Boom", the strings of the qin suddenly broke, the sound of the qin suddenly stopped, and the room was filled with loneliness.

After a long time, he raised his head to look at her. "It's you? It's you," he said. "Of course I am, of course I am here." "But I remember you're gone." He said: "I remember when you left, it seemed that you didn't even leave a word, didn't say a word." "Since we are leaving, what else can we say?" Murong Qiushui seemed to want to turn his eyes into a knife and pierce straight into her heart. "Since you've already left, why do you need to come back?" He asked Yinmeng. "Because of one sentence."

"What words?" "I still remember that you once promised me that whenever I need to come to you in the future, you will definitely do it for me." Yinmeng asked Murong: "Do you still remember?" Of course Murong Qiushui remembered. That time he traveled to the West Lake by chance, met her by chance, and got together by chance.Although it is only one night, there are countless feelings, countless dreams, countless worries and countless worries. "I remember," he said, "everything I said to you, I remember." "Did you also say that if a person promises something to someone else, it is as if he owed a debt?" She asked Murong Qiushui.

"yes." "I remember what you said, and I believe it, so I will come today." Murong Qiushui stared at her with sharp eyes: "You want me to pay off the debt today?" Her answer is simple and direct. "yes." "How do you want me to pay it back?" "I once heard that the darkest and scariest place in the world is a hut called 'Yazuo'." Murong Qiushui smiled. "Elegant seat? How can an elegant seat be a dark and scary place? Sometimes I also go to restaurants and restaurants, and I sit in an elegant seat." He said: "As far as I know, an elegant seat is usually a place reserved for distinguished guests."

Yinmeng looked at him for a long time before sighing softly. "When did you start to learn to lie?" She said, "As far as I know, nobles like you usually don't bother to lie." Murong Qiushui's smile seemed to have begun to become a little forced: "Could it be that you mean something else by the elegant seat?" She looked directly at him. "You should know that in one of the most secret and dark corners of the Prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, there are three or two very special elegant rooms, which are specially prepared for entertaining distinguished guests invited by a big man like you."

"Oh?" "I also know that Mr. Wei Haoke, who you specially sent there to receive guests, is really very hospitable. The way he receives guests is often unimaginable." "Oh?" "It is said that there is a Jianghu hero who has been trained as a gold bell cover, iron cloth shirt and thirteen Taibao cross training. After visiting your private seat for three days, when he came out, he couldn't climb on the woman he liked the most." Murong Qiu Shui sighed: "It seems that you know quite a lot." He said: "But I don't know. When you come to me this time, do you want me to invite a distinguished guest out of the private seat? Or do you want me to send a distinguished guest to the private seat for you?"

Yinmeng's eyes immediately filled with hatred again. "There is one person I don't want him to die now, but at least I want him to live another two years, seven months and thirteen days." She suddenly bent down and held Murong Qiushui's hand! "You must promise me that you must treat him well in the private seat during this period of time, so that he wants to die every day, but he can't die." Murong Qiushui quietly looked at the woman in front of him, carefully watched every change in her expression, and asked after a long time: "Who is this person? Why do you hate him so much?" With an elusive sarcasm, he asked lightly, "Actually, I know even if you don't tell me." "what do you know?" "Flowers are wrong." Murong Qiushui said: "Of course you did this because of flowers." Yinmeng's hand was clenched suddenly, and even his knuckles turned white from exertion. "Wrong flower?" She stared straight at him: "How do you know the wrong flower?" A very childish smile suddenly appeared on Murong Qiushui's face: "How could I not know that the flower is wrong? I was a bad boy since I was a child, and he is even worse than me. I believe that there is no one in this world who knows better than me. If it wasn't for a man like him, how could you be willing to give up on me?" Hua Cuo, male, twenty-nine years old, with broad shoulders, thin waist, and narrow hips.A pair of eyes seemed to be emerald green, like the color of emeralds when they sank into the bottom of the sea, but a face was as pale as snow. So some people say that he is a barbarian, a descendant of the Persian Huja who came to Middle-earth to sell jewels and silks.Enemies he's groomed even say he's just a bastard born of a cheap whore. For these kinds of legends, Hua Cuo doesn't care at all.But there was one thing he couldn't deny, that he was born wrong. The first mistake was that he shouldn't have lived in this world by mistake. He doesn't even know who his parents are?He had never seen them, and he didn't even know their names.All he knew was that the first person he knew was his godmother. He was less than three years old at that time. The second mistake was that he should have such a godmother at all. His godmother grew up, fair, gorgeous, bright, with slender legs and bright eyes.She was a widow of the Jianghuai Salt Luck Road, so she became a widow with a huge family fortune.It is said that in the menu she eats every day, there is blindly fried canary tongue. Huacuo never knew how he was adopted by this family?All he knew was that he was no longer a child when he was fourteen. In the future, he made more mistakes, deeper and deeper, but he became more and more experienced with women. By the time he was seventeen, he was already a very famous prodigal son. The reputation of a prodigal son is often exchanged for many extraordinary experiences. The experience accumulated by a famous prodigal son, the price that can be exchanged is beyond what others can imagine. Therefore, before Huacuo turned twenty, he had already become the target of all the rich widows and some lonely famous women in the rivers and lakes. So the wrong flowers are getting worse and worse, because he can't help himself. He can resist money, fame, enjoyment, and lust.But if someone wants to exchange his services with a very secret martial arts special skill, he is a fool. Especially knife skills. He has liked knives since he was a child, perhaps because knives are closely related to the class level in which he lives. Since childhood, Hua Cuo hoped that he could hold an invincible sharp knife in his palm. This is the most wrong thing about flowers, because there is no such knife in the world. ——The word "invincible" does not exist at all, it is just an illusion in the mind of some arrogant people, and sooner or later they will die in this illusion of themselves. Wrong flowers are no exception. He desperately wanted to find the knife that didn't exist at all, and he worked tirelessly, by all means, and desperately. The people he has offended in the arena are no less than the women who want to sleep with him. Yinmeng met him in "Snow Village", which is a large beautiful garden and one of Mrs. Huaxue's countless properties. Mrs. Huaxue is of course Huacuo's godmother. She once warned Yinmeng: "I like you, you are an awesome little girl, but I advise you to leave now." "why?" "Because my precious son is coming back soon, you'd better not see him." "Why can't I see him?" Yin Meng said with a challenging sweet smile, "Could it be that he will bite me?" "He won't bite you, he will just swallow you down to the bone." Mrs. Huaxue said, "You have to believe me, this wild boy is born with a charm to attract girls, even when he was three years old It was revealed in time." Her bright, piercing eyes suddenly became very gentle. "At that time, he was playing with mud on the street and just blocked my way. I wanted to kick this dirty boy away, but he suddenly raised his head and smiled at me." Mrs. Huaxue's voice was more gentle : "At that moment, the mud on this dirty child seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and suddenly turned into a cute white jade doll." "So you immediately decided to adopt him?" "Yes." Mrs. Huaxue said, "I have never regretted this matter." "I never regret anything I do." Yin Meng said: "If I meet a man, no matter who he is, the one who gets swallowed is usually not me." She smiled very sweetly, but the challenge in her smile was more obvious and stronger, because at this time she had already seen a man walking over. A tall, lean man with a chiseled face and a pair of cat-like green eyes looked at her with a challenge in his eyes. The moment they stared at each other with a smile, Mrs. Huaxue knew that tragedy was about to happen. These two people are so similar, it can be said that they are completely the same type of people. To prevent such two people from being attracted to each other is even more difficult than separating a pair of conjoined twins. If it cannot be avoided, then these two people are bound to be burned by the fire caused by their lust. "Yes! I did it for the wrong flowers." Yinmeng said: "From the first time I saw him, I knew that my life already belonged to him, and I only found out later that he also felt that way at that time. " Her voice seemed to come from afar: "But at that moment, I also vaguely had an ominous omen in my heart. Of course, I couldn't tell why. Later, I realized that we have too many enemies. His Enemy and my enemy." Murong Qiushui interrupted her. "You also have enemies?" He looked at her with a smile: "I remember you have always been able to deal with everyone very well, regardless of men and women." "But it will be different after I marry him." Yin Meng said, "You should understand this." "Yes, I completely understand." Murong sighed lightly: "To be honest, when I knew that the two of you are already together, even I hated you a little bit." "What about now?" Yin Meng asked him, "Do you still hate me a little bit now?" "I don't have any now. I seem to have nothing now. I seem to be old enough to be a grandfather." Murong said with a deliberate sigh, "A person who has become a grandfather will not be jealous anymore." "You won't be jealous at all. No one will be jealous of a dead person." Murong's eyes widened, but his pupils were shrinking. "Did the flower die by mistake?" "Everyone will die." Yinmeng's voice was cold: "At least Huacuo is a person." "How did he die?" "Die by the knife." Murong Qiushui sighed sadly: "Why do people who like knives usually die by knives? Why do people who make you sad are always people you like." "It's probably because only the person you like can hurt you." Yin Meng said. This was originally a very sad sentence, but after Murong Qiushui heard it, he laughed instead, and he laughed very childishly. "Who said that the person you don't like can't hurt you?" He asked Yinmeng: "Don't you like the person who killed Hua Wrong, didn't he hurt you?" He stood up and patted Yinmeng on the shoulder. "You must remember that some words that sound very knowledgeable are actually farts, and they are very smelly farts." Murong Qiushui said: "So let's start talking about something more practical." "What's up?" "If I agree to your request, how are you going to repay me?" Yinmeng began to hesitate, but did not escape, because she knew that this question could not be avoided. So she straightened her chest, looked directly at Murong, and asked word by word: "How do you want me to repay you?" "I just want a word from you." "What kind of sentence?" "It's what I told you once." "Do you want me to promise you that as long as you come to me for something in the future, I will do it for you." "Yes." Murong Qiushui said, "That's how it is." Yinmeng looked at him with a hint of terror in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by hatred and resentment. "Okay, I promise you." Yinmeng said very firmly: "As long as it is something I promised others, I will never forget it." "That would be great." Murong Qiushui smiled happily: "Where is the distinguished guest you want to hand over to me now?" Yinmeng asked back: "You want to entertain his private seat, when will it be ready?" "Three days." Murong Qiushui also said with certainty: "It only takes three days at most." "Are you sure?" "I have." Murong Qiushui: "The owner of our private seat, Mr. Wei Haoke, has always been a very quick person." "That would be great." Yinmeng drank the wine in her glass: "In three days, I will hand over that distinguished guest to you." She had already stood up and was about to go out, but he called her back again. "What's the name of your distinguished guest?" "You don't need to know his name." Yin Meng said, "You just need to remember that he is a very special guest." She said: "I hope you will also keep Mr. Wei Haoke in mind." Wei Haoke, male, 51 years old, single.With a delicate face, slender hands and feet like a young girl, a hunchback with chicken breasts, and a height of less than five feet, he is a person that people will not easily forget after just one glance. He is the most successful descendant of Huainan's "Eagle Claw Gate", with the highest martial arts and achievements. His Eagle Claw Kung Fu and Seventy-two Small Grapplers have been recognized as the best in the martial arts many years ago. Although his hands seemed slender and weak, and had long nails, as soon as he made a move, they would become sharp weapons for killing people. He is a vegetarian and never touches meat, but the cook he uses is the most famous Xiangjicook among the four great jungles. Abstain from meat and alcohol, never gamble, and even less interested in women. He believes that no woman in this world is clean, and he usually calls women "garbage". But he is also a person who is very particular about enjoyment. He has a profound knowledge of text exegesis and rhythm, which even few people in Hanlin Garden can match. No matter what standard, he can definitely be regarded as a monster. Unexpectedly, in the mind of this monster, there is also an idol he admires. He worships this person, just like a passionate girl worships the prince charming in her dream. This person is Murong Qiushui. Wei Haoke was wearing a pure black silk shirt that was ordered by the top tailor in the capital. He was sitting in a small dark courtyard behind the prison called "Heaven Prison". Bamboo chair. It is almost winter, and the evening wind in late autumn is already very cold. Wei Haoke is not afraid of the cold. Especially at this moment, not only did he not feel cold, but he felt a heat spreading from his heart, into his limbs, into his fingers, into his nose, into his eyes. Even his eyes were red with heat. Whenever he was about to do something that he knew would excite him, he would feel this heat rising in his own body. He felt this way again today because Murong Qiushui told him that another very special guest was coming to his private seat. At this moment, he saw Murong Qiushui walking in accompanied by a woman covered in black veil. She was quite tall, and she was wearing a long black trench coat, so not only could Wei Haoke not see her face, nor could she see any other parts of her body, not even her hands. But he already felt her frightening beauty. She was also apparently watching the small, misshapen figure in front of him behind the black veil. Wei Haoke knew, and could even imagine what kind of eyes she was looking at him with. Everyone gave him that look when they saw him for the first time. ——A dwarf who is so gentle and kind, why can the most violent and powerful villains in the Jianghu fear him so much. Perhaps only he can answer this question, because only he knows that there always seems to be a demonic power in his body urging him to do things that he can't even imagine that he will do. It was like some kind of mysterious curse from hell. The woman with the black veil was of course because of the dream, and Murong Qiushui introduced him to her only after she observed him very carefully. "This is Mr. Wei Hospitality, the owner of the private seat." Murong Qiushui said with a happy smile, "I can guarantee that his reputation for hospitality is not false." Wei Haoke also smiled, with a humble and sincere smile, as he always does in front of Murong Qiushui. "I just try my best, and I just hope that my customers will be satisfied with my service." Murong Qiushui laughed loudly: "Unfortunately, they still don't seem to like you very much." "Mr. Wei." Yinmeng's icy voice cut off Murong Qiushui's smile like a knife's edge: "I believe you must know by now that another distinguished guest is coming here, and I'm afraid he will stay here for a long time." "Yes." Wei Haoke said, "I know." "I believe you must also know that this guest was invited by me, and of course I am very concerned about him." "certainly." "Then I want to ask you a few things." Yinmeng asked Wei Haoke: "Is there any chance for him to escape after he gets here?" He replied, "Probably not." Wei Haoke's attitude is still equally humble: "The distinguished guests who can be invited to my place are usually very prestigious people. I have been here for eleven years, and the number of distinguished guests who have been invited has already reached 130. There are more than a dozen of them, I can guarantee that if I name any one of them, it will cause quite a commotion in the rivers and lakes." "Can any of them escape?" "No." Wei Haoke smiled: "Not even one." "What if they want to die? Can they die?" "Ma'am, you must believe me, death is not an easy task, the more people want to die, the more they cannot die." Wei Haoke's smile was more gentle: "Madam, if you want to stay alone in my private room for two years, July and thirteen days, I will never let him live an hour less." "you promise?" "yes." Murong Qiushui showed his unique elegant smile again: "Are you completely satisfied with our hospitable host now?" He asked Yinmeng. "yes." "So you can already invite our guest in?" "yes." Wei Haoke often likes himself to be a "nothing" person, this title is indeed very appropriate for him, he can indeed be called a "nothing" person, because he doesn't have most things in this world. He had no parents, no wife, no brothers, no sisters, and no friends. The most important thing is that he has no emotion, no emotion of any kind, and of course he does not have love such as sympathy and pity. However, when he saw this honored guest brought by the woman with a black veil, he felt a vague sense of pity for him. This person is not a person at all, he looks worse than a pile of garbage. The man was carried in a canvas bag.After only glancing at him, Murong Qiushui had already turned his head, unable to bear to look any further. If Wei Haoke is a "nothing" person, then this person can be counted as a "disappeared" person. Because a lot of parts of his face are gone. His hair and eyebrows had been shaved, and his eyes had become two slightly protruding semicircles with only one slit above them, two slits that would never open again. He still has lips, but if you open his mouth, you will find that his tongue has disappeared from his mouth. Wei Haoke didn't look any further, turned around and bowed to Yinmeng very gently and politely. "Excuse me, ma'am." "What? Say it." "Actually, you don't even need to invite this distinguished guest to my private seat. Your hospitality and service to him are already considerate enough." Yinmeng didn't seem to feel the sarcasm in his words at all, she just said lightly: "I admit that what you said is reasonable, I sent him here just because I couldn't do anything about it." Treated him for so long, and I wish he was treated better here." "Madam, you know that I will definitely do my best." Wei Haoke said, "There is one more thing I would like to ask Madam." "What's up?" "I can see that the face of our distinguished guest has been transformed. I haven't seen such sophisticated craftsmanship for many years. I really want to know which master's masterpiece it is?" "You really want to know?" "real." Yinmeng said coldly: "Actually, you should know without asking, who else is there besides Dr. Zhuge?" Murong Qiushui suddenly turned around, with surprise in his eyes: "Doctor Zhuge?" He asked Yinmeng, "You mean Immortal Zhuge?" "Yes, I was talking about him." Murong Qiushui smiled and shook his head with a smile. "It's really impolite to express doubts about a noble and beautiful lady like you, but unfortunately, I don't want to doubt what you say." "why?" "Because I know Mr. Zhuge very well." Murong Qiushui looked at the distinguished guest's face with a very disgusted expression: "He probably wouldn't do such things." Yin Meng looked directly at him with cold eyes. "I also know your character very well. With your identity and status, you would never do the kind of thing I want you to do, but it's a pity that you just did it." Her voice was colder, and she continued word by word. "You do this kind of thing for me, just because you owe me something, and now it's time for you to pay it back." It was late at night. Standing in front of the window, facing the boundless coldness and darkness outside the window, because of the dream, I can feel two lines of tears that are colder than the evening wind slowly flow down my cheeks. She knows she has changed. Because there is no longer love and gratitude in her heart, only demands and revenge are left. He has already begun to be unable to recall, because he dare not, as long as he thinks of the past, his heart will start to hurt like a knife.But he still vowed to live, no matter how much it cost, he would live.