Qq log, who has a legend?

Inscription: He is a fortune teller. He said that I sold rouge in my last life. He said that I owed him a drop of rouge in my last life. ...

Past lives-who put on carmine?

Chang 'an, the capital of emperors.

Prosperous as a dream.

People say that women in Chang 'an are as beautiful as flowers.

The woman said: The rouge of Chang 'an Night House is full of flowers.

I, Miss Ye Jiaqi. Night infatuation

Seven. Maybe it's really a number full of evil.

The year I was born, I became Miss Nightmare Seven. At night, the rouge workshop caught fire for no reason and dyed the garden full of wild roses red. Aunt told dad that I am a star-sweeper. Since then, my mother and I have been kicked out of the house. My mother said she didn't hate dad, but named me as a lover. Night delusion, which sounds sweet, is like a mark, deeply branded in my heart.

Niang said that when the children of the night family are seven years old, they will paint their cheeks with the first-class rouge of the night family, which is like a baptism of growth and is essential. So: At the age of seven, I sneaked back to the night garden for the first time.

Go home at night. Big and empty. Like a gorgeous birdcage. Full of sadness and suffocation. I am all smiles, and my blushing rouge is like a beautiful flower. This is the first time I have used my best rouge. I just want to have my father's love and all the beautiful things of a girl like other sisters. Just when I opened the study in high spirits, I found my father lying on the ground covered in blood. The blood is bright red and dazzling, just like peony flowers in an aunt's satin. The blood kept flowing until it reached my feet. I looked at my dad's lifeless face because of panic, and suddenly I felt relieved. Dad passed away.

After dad died. Aunt took over the whole night garden and rouge workshop. I, on the other hand, was regarded as the nemesis of the night family, and the title of Miss Qi did not belong to me from the beginning. Auntie was afraid of others gossiping, so the fake orangutan took my mother and me home at night, but asked me to interview as a female worker in Rouge.

Mom sighs every day. But you can only complain. After all, I am her daughter. The whole world can abandon me, but not her. I smiled and said to my mother: Mom, infatuation will definitely make you happy. Mother always laughs far-fetched, saying, silly child. Children? Don't! I am seventeen years old. Not a child anymore. I work in a rouge shop every day, watching those gorgeous beauties change from my hands to powder, then to another gorgeous beauties, and so on. ...

He, the only son of Chang 'an Bank. Jin Muqiu.

Men ... even if they have wealth to be enemies. But I can't buy my life back.

As everyone in Chang 'an knows, Jin Muqiu was sickly since childhood. The doctor asserted that he would not live beyond the age of 25. Now, it is the twenty-fourth year. Everyone has speculated how many days are left in this Jin Muqiu. I can't help feeling sorry for this man named Jin Muqiu when I listen to the gossip of these guests coming and going. My life has become the excitement of others.

At night, a man came to the workshop. Originally, it was nothing unusual, but this man was critical of the rouge of the night family, watching his aunt flatter him and his sisters were full of flattery. I guess this man must be famous. I was just about to turn around and leave. Aunt suddenly caught up with me and scolded me in a low voice: dead girl, go and bring up your newly brewed rouge. This is auntie. If it weren't for my good rouge, I would have tried my best to drive me and my mother out of the night home again in recent years. People's hearts, who else can you fool except yourself? You hate me, but you must keep me.

I put the rouge powder that has just been made and has not been boxed in. I saw this man's eyes drooping slightly, his face was pale and he seemed very tired. I handed the rouge powder to my sister and was ready to leave. I heard a voice behind me asking: rouge is really good, what a pity. ..

"What a pity?" I stopped, but I didn't look back, because I was absolutely sure of the rouge I brewed. As a layman, what can he say?

"It's a pity that this dish of rouge is missing something."

Aunt quickly glanced at me sideways: "You dead girl, how can you talk to Master Jin?" Then she laughed and said, "The girl in the workshop doesn't know the rules, so don't be as knowledgeable as this girl." I silently retreated to the pillar to see how sunny and rainy the aunt's face was with thick powder. Is this Jin Muqiu who will not live next year? I wonder, why does he know that something is missing from my newly brewed rouge?

"Then please ask this girl to come to your home with me. I will definitely send her back to my home after the wedding." He just looked at me straight, his eyes were so clear, like autumn water. It suddenly occurred to me that if I was loved by him, I would be very happy. His bride must be very beautiful. Unfortunately, his life will soon be over! I feel pain in my left chest for no reason. Is it pity him? Or self-pity

"Golden childe, this girl is very wild. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to go to a mansion. We will brew rouge here and deliver it to you on time before you get married next month. What do you think? " Aunt's face always keeps smiling, just like the delicate makeup on her face.

I stepped out of the shadows and raised my head slightly: "I'll go with you" is the answer. Somehow, it's more like an agreement. I believe only he understands.

Jin Fu is the beauty of a night home. The beauty here is not the luxury of the golden brick jade, but an addictive beauty, a quiet beauty that can make people intoxicated when they close their eyes. No wonder Jin Muqiu has a pair of eyes that are so quiet and can calm the soul. When I thought about this, I looked at the maids in Jin Fu in a hurry. I know it must be Jin Muqiu's illness again.

Jin Fu advanced the wedding date. To celebrate the wedding, they said that Jin Muqiu would get better. Yes, so many people are working hard for his life. How could he die?

On the seventh day, the Golden House Banquet.

I hid in the pavilion, listening to the noisy music and firecrackers, and watched Jin Muqiu in the lobby wear a red skirt with "carmine" on both cheeks last night, so that the beautiful rouge can hide the blue and white on her face. I still remember last night, when I handed the rouge to Jin Muqiu, he seemed to be mumbling: There is something missing from this rouge. I smiled flawless, and I told him that this thing would never exist. At least I won't. I left. Tomorrow is his wedding day, and I ... will eventually leave.

The blue waves in the pool can't shake the loneliness in my heart. I don't think anyone will know even if I leave now. Who has cared about me since I was a child? When I arrived at the door, I found Jin Muqiu leaning against the door, and my forehead was covered with sweat, but the rouge was intact. That's why they let me make rouge on purpose. They just borrowed my hand to cover up the fact that Jin Muqiu was dying. I giggled. Growing up, I was just a pawn in the eyes of the world. It's time for me to go. I stepped up and was about to step out of the hall when Jin Muqiu suddenly reached out and caught me. I had to stop. He looked at me like this, as deeply as he looked at me for the first time. Only this time, I can't see the feelings inside. He raised his cold fingertips and brushed my face with some difficulty, saying, infatuation, I really want to see your makeup. It will be beautiful, beautiful. After saying this, he suddenly fell to the ground, and then the whole hall began to exclaim. The cups were broken and the servants began to worry again. Then they came one after another, and many doctors came. Everyone's expression began to panic, and then there was a room full of wailing. Jin Muqiu died in front of me on the night of his wedding.

Later, both the Jin family and the Night family declined for a while. Jin Muqiu is dead. Night love is dead, and some people say that it killed Jin Muqiu, and some people say that Jin Muqiu took it away, not long after. People will forget them. Forget the red rouge.

This life-who burns rouge on the cheeks?

There are many rumors about Meng Po Tang, but one rumor is little known. That is, people who don't drink Meng Po Tang will be reincarnated with memories and be human for the rest of their lives; However, people who drink Meng Po Tang but still can't forget their past lives will turn the world into a demon.

I, Xiao Mo Butterfly. Blue eyes and green hair. Charming makeup. The beauty of banshee is an extreme enchanting, like a blooming mandolin flower. I've been looking for a memory. The master said that I fell into the magic path because I couldn't forget my previous life. When he first met me, there was a butterfly on my chest, so he named me Master Xiao Mo Butterfly. He also said it was an ominous photo. It is said that a woman with a butterfly in her breast will die if she keeps feeling it. I think it's time for me to pay my debts in my life. Although I have never believed in these reincarnation, I often have a pair of eyes in my mind, which are clear and bright, as if I can see through my soul. Who is this man? Is he a memory of my past life?

July

Daughter village, I just don't want to bother you. I thought no one would get married in this lonely season, but it happened to be a couple's wedding. I stood there and suddenly felt out of place here. At the wedding of the couple, I turned into a red flame, raised my hand gently, and drew a perfect arc in the air, but it also isolated all the eyes that I wanted to get close to. At the moment of gorgeous fireworks, I suddenly felt lonely. My loneliness is deep and shallow.

"Love, night love. I finally found you. " Suddenly the man's face is getting closer and closer, and I seem to feel his shortness of breath, and so on. "Well, son, you mistook one for another. I am a strange butterfly, not a one-night infatuation. " I quickly defended myself. I don't have to be so old-fashioned if I want to strike up a conversation. I turned around and broke away from his arms neatly.

"Evening, what are you doing, why do you hold that woman's hand? I don't know if today is our wedding day. What a scandal you have created. " The woman who is talking is the fiancee of this strange man beside me. But he dragged me away regardless of the surprise of the guests, the surprise of his parents and the sadness of his fiancee.

Male ... Yin Xiluo. Tell me, my previous life was called night blindness. This is a female worker who sells rouge in Ye Jia Rouge Workshop in Chang 'an. He said, I owed him a drop of rouge in my last life. In this world, he thought he would never see me again, so he listened to his parents' wishes and would marry a woman he didn't love. Is he a fortune teller? Why else would you come and tell me about my past life? Listen to him say that, is it asking me for debt? Although I don't believe what he said, I'm sure my past life must have something to do with him. Although I have forgotten myself in my last life, I still remember those eyes, which are repeated night after night in my dreams, like a mark, which doomed me to be unable to be reborn, and doomed me to be just a enchanting banshee in this life. Shiloh said he would take me home to meet his parents and tell them everything, but I sighed lightly: If I really owed you in my last life, I will definitely pay you back in this life, just. In this life, you and I have our own ways, how can we continue to frontier? If you don't marry me, three days later, you will propose to my master, and the famous media will take me home. Helo laughed his heart out.

"Master, give me poison and let me pass by his happiness quietly." I feel like a speck of dust, and I love him more and more. How strong must I be to never forget? After my death, I told Xiluo: When I passed by Naihe Bridge in my last life, Meng Po told me that if I didn't drink this Meng Po soup, I could keep the memory of my last life. I will be a person in this world, but every life will be doomed, which is also fate. So I chose to be a demon. In this life, I don't know what kind of disaster you will have. I just hope that if there is an afterlife, I will remember you, because I chose to end my life instead of my feelings.

The afterlife-the most beautiful is rouge.

There is a woman in her bones, wearing a long blue dress, always looking at the other side of the mountain. According to legend, she has stood there for thousands of years.

She, Ying Qingsi.

No one knows the meaning of her name, but I know that tassel millet flower is poisonous if I ..

Honey, I'm sorry I lost you.

But I will wait, wait for a green silk to turn into snow, and say the rest of my life.

Because you owe me happiness, I am waiting for you to give me happiness.

Stand at the end of the story. I understand circuitous love. If the next stop is still unhappy. Who do I regret loving most?