She did not say this on purpose, as she did not want Sister Xiu'er to feel guilty.

The little girl lowered her head and held the corner of her clothes, then took out her little handkerchief and handed it to Luo Xiu, who took it and continued to wipe Zhao Rong's face.

The original fragrant handkerchief in her hand had been wiped dirty.

Xiaoyu raised his head and glanced at Luo Xiu, but did not continue to argue that "there is no shortage of rare treasures on the mountain" and "after Mr. Zhao recovers, he can take a long-term plan to eliminate the hidden injuries and disfigurement"...

She also calmed down, shook her head and said to Luo Xiu:

"Sister Xiu'er, Xiaoyu won't advise you anymore, but I have to tell you something. You should consider these things before making a decision. Xiaoyu will fully support your choice."

"good."

Xiaoyu looked at the ancient ruins outside, and first said: "Have you ever considered what the 'King' would do if she learned that you had lost the precious pure white Han Palace..."

Luo Xiu didn't even raise his head, and said softly: "Xiaoyu, you have forgotten the reason why we went to the Moon Palace with this noble man... I don't want to stay for a long time. If she is disappointed with me and drives me away, it will naturally be the last resort.

Okay, I’m just afraid of causing trouble to you..."

Xiaoyu shook his head and interrupted: "I will go with you. I will go wherever Xiu'er goes. Until I am able to repay my kindness, I will return to Quezhou. Before that, I will follow Sister Xiu'er."

Luo Xiu smiled.

Xiaoyu didn't give her time to relax, and said again: "Sister Xiu'er, I haven't finished speaking yet. I know you want to repay Mr. Zhao's kindness, but when it comes to this kind of thing, except Mr. Zhao who can't answer, you

You also have to think carefully about yourself."

"What are you thinking about for yourself?"

The woman's tone was calm, but her fingers were trembling.

Xiaoyu shook his head, "If that benefactor or other women around Mr. Zhao also have Pure White Han Palace and choose to do this, I will never ask this question, but Sister Xiu'er... Mr. Zhao has been burned like this,

He is unconscious and has no feeling, but you are very conscious, and you have to endure...a lot of discomfort and pain."

Luo Xiu was silent.

When that woman was a girl, she never dreamed of the beauty of the first time. She didn't want the man she committed to be handsome, at least in her eyes, right? Let the first time be perfect, give each other happiness, and have no regrets.

But now in front of her...

Xiaoyu's handkerchief in Luo Xiu's hand was dirty again.

The injuries on his face were too severe, there was too much blood, and there were some cracks where you could even see the bones underneath.

But she insisted on wiping Zhao Rong's face clean, trying to... wipe out some of his old features.

However, these are in vain.

This is a face that is so disfigured that it is unrecognizable.

For a moment, Luo Xiu couldn't help but feel confused.

Is this him...Is this still him? Is this still the Mr. Zhao she remembers?

In other words, the person she was willing to sacrifice her life to help was the dashing and interesting Mr. Zhao back then, or the disfigured, neither human nor ghost Mr. Zhao in front of her.

There seems to be no difference between the two, they are both the same person, but sometimes for women, the difference is very big.

For example... do you like his skin, or are you completely attracted by his interesting soul?

The handkerchief slipped from the woman's trembling fingertips.

It fell on Zhao Rong's face.

For a time, this ugly appearance was covered up.

Xiaoyu was talking to himself, but his voice gradually became quieter, "Sister Xiu'er, although I am still young and don't know much about this kind of thing, but I have lived in Zuixian Tower since I was a child, and I also... understand a little bit.

Once when I was delivering water to a certain room, I lowered my head and went in to take a look... No, the courtesy of Zhou Gong is just being pressed and bullied by men. I don't know why these people like to press on us women, even if they scream in pain."

The little girl who thought she understood but actually didn't understand at all frowned: "In addition, I have served the sisters who pick up guests. They always like to discuss the beauty and ugliness of the guests privately and their abilities that I don't understand. They seem to be more willing to let me know.

The young and handsome guest entered the room and pressed him, um, by the way..."

She blushed and whispered, "Sister Xiu'er, it seems that this is how you want to use your Pure White Han Palace, but Mr. Zhao is unconscious, how can I suppress you? This... Zhou Gong's gift seems to be unable to be completed.

No, otherwise let’s forget it.”

After Xiaoyu finished speaking, he waited for a while, but there was no reply from Luo Xiu. The little girl looked up and saw that Luo Xiu was a little strange at this time.

She lowered her head and looked silently at Mr. Zhao's covered face below, unable to see his expression clearly.

Xiaoyu called out softly, "Sister Xiu'er."

At this moment, the handkerchief that covered Zhao Rong's disfigured face was picked up by one hand, revealing his face again.

Luo Xiu gently held the handkerchief and continued to gently wipe the young master's eyebrows, eyes and lips.

She already has the answer for herself.

Then... Luo Xiu raised her chin coldly and arrogantly:

"Giving him the Pure White Han Palace has nothing to do with him. This is my own choice, Luo Xiu. Sons and daughters of the world, I don't care whether he looks good or ugly."

Xiaoyu was stunned and looked at the very chivalrous and bold Sister Xiuer.

Then I remembered Luo Xiu leading her away that night in Xingzi Town, showing his chivalrous and sincere attitude.

I was also wearing this red dress at that time.

Luo Xiu, who sounded proud and cheerful but had a different feeling in her heart, turned her head slightly and avoided the little girl's direct gaze.

After a while, Xiaoyu muttered, "How come Sister Xiu'er is still so handsome?" His face turned solemn, he nodded towards her, and said nothing more.

Xiaoyu turned around and ran towards the door, "Sister Xiu'er, I support your choice. I will guard the door for you. Come on, we must rescue Mr. Zhao!"

This girl.

Luo Xiu's lips twitched slightly, "No peeking."

The little fish tilted its legs and almost stumbled, "..."

Obviously, Sister Xiu'er seems to have remembered her "dark history" of peeking at the guests of Zuixian Tower.

"Weren't you distracted and not listening just now..."

The little fish muttered something, nodded as if pecking at rice, and was about to leave.

Luo Xiu: "In addition..."

The little girl turned back curiously.

The woman in the red dress standing in the coffin raised her head lightly, raised her lips and said crisply: "It was me who suppressed him."

The tone is arrogant.

At the door, the little girl was stunned.

Shouldn't it be considered as being suppressed to complete the task? Why is it that Sister Xiu'er suppressed Young Master Zhao?

Xiaoyu, who "only knows a little bit", always feels that something is wrong, which is in huge conflict with her existing simple understanding... What exactly is wrong? It's strange...

She left with big doubts hidden in her little head. She closed the palace door and asked Sister Xiuer to feel at ease. Is it wrong to suppress people and save them?

Xiaoyu nodded and looked at the door carefully.

Silence returned to the hall.

Luo Xiu averted his gaze.

Her dress was as red as a wedding dress, and she looked up at the starry sky above her head, with a strange brilliance in her eyes.

"Sir, this is a polite thing to do. I am an innocent woman who only trusts good men."

A woman suddenly said:

She took out a flawless white Jiutian Hangong flower, bit her finger and dripped blood. The blood droplets slid across the petals without any stain, and the petals were still as white as snow.

Pure virgin.

"Sir, shut up and don't coax me with your sweet words."

Luo Xiu tilted her ears slightly, as if listening to something, and raised the corners of her lips.

"Master, let go, don't be so frivolous."

The woman smiled and gently undressed her robe. The red wedding dress slid down from her delicate and round shoulders.

The hall was extremely quiet, and she was the only one standing alone, talking to herself a little strangely.

At this time, another picture scroll was added to the hall, again with a familiar minimalist blank composition.

The snow-capped mountains are covered with clouds, and all traces of people are gone.

There is a vast expanse of white snow between the sky and the earth, with a few light pink snowflakes falling down to cover the ten thousand year old snow peaks. In the deep valley, there is a towering and eye-catching pure white cold palace standing there. There seems to be a holy goddess living in it, waiting for the destined one.

A destined person arrives.

"Sir, stop..."

The woman bent over, raised her legs, knelt on both sides of Zhao Rong's body, and sat on top of him.

"Master, please don't go too far..."
To be continued...