In "Hua Yin Liu Shao", where does it say that Zhuo Wangsun and his daughter have an affair or have a physical relationship?

Yang Jing

She did not put on her wedding dress, but she wore bright green clothes - as green as lake water, as green as duckweed, so green. She stood eye-catchingly in the boudoir, which had been wrapped in red silk and filled with overwhelming joy. The copper-colored wind chimes were also dyed red, like an outdated lantern, shining lowly, making people want to cry.

He said: "Jing'er, you are so beautiful. You will be even more beautiful when you are the bride tomorrow."

She also smiled: "Yes." She untied her dress , layer after layer, until she stood naked in the red light halo, with her green clothes at her feet. She hugged her shoulders tightly, as if she were a piece of jade. She said: "Every time, every time you are afraid that I am too weak to enjoy myself. Today, I... give it all to you." Although she She never imagined that she could say such words. Although her voice was trembling at that time and no longer sounded like her own, after she finished speaking, she felt relaxed because she knew that in front of him, she was no longer as thin as a bookmark. An ancient beauty, but the real Yang Jing, a real woman.

He looked at her, as if he wanted to use this last moment to understand her. He suddenly picked her up from the pile of green duckweeds, like breaking a jade-colored flower. He pressed her on the bed and held her hand tightly until she shivered in pain. For some reason, she suddenly resisted and bit his arm.

He made no further move or let her go. Instead, he put all his weight on her. She felt a suffocating heat, and only her left cheek was cold against the corner of the bed. Dull pain. Just like this, in the endless darkness, she felt as if she had never known anything before.

She heard him say heavily in her ear: "I want you to never forget me."

The tears seemed to be pouring down her throat, and she felt that her mouth was It was a little salty, and she started sobbing unknowingly, and gradually relaxed: "Didn't we agree to forget each other forever? You are always lying to me."

There was a faint trace of blood on her lips , and soon touched his lips again, and on his face, she didn't know if this was considered mutual affection.

"That day..." She calmly told Xiangsi: "Do you believe it? There was a tear that left my eyes for a long time before falling on my cheeks. It was so cold. I never thought about tears. It would be so cold, as if she had been frozen somewhere and drifted back inadvertently." Yes, there was such a tear once, and it streaked across her cheek, and soon it came back again. There was no trace left in the blush on her cheeks.

Only that moment of cold feeling fell into the bottle of her memory.

She said: "Every time, he always used to turn over the bedside table, and that day I stopped him. I said to him, we only have two hours, at dawn, The sedan chair will be waiting for me downstairs."

"As he said, the sound of rain was like rain, falling too fast and too fast. I listened quietly and listened to what was falling on me. With my heart pounding, I lifted myself up from his chest and said, 'I'm ready to put on my makeup, come and help me comb my hair.'"

Zhuo Wangsun carried her to the dressing table, and the sharp teeth of the comb passed through him. His fingers were tangled in her hair. She quietly realized that she wanted to knead everything into sand and store it one by one in the crystal bottle.

She looked at the mirror. She knew that the medicine was taking effect and her eyes were a little blurry, but she still saw a trace of sadness in his eyes. Although it was only a trace, she really saw it.

She thought happily, it turns out you are sad too, it turns out you are a mortal too.

Zhuo Wangsun pointed at the mirror with a smile and said: "Jing Nu Qishu, with today, I believe Yang Quan will live forever."

She joked: "If Yang Jing won’t be able to see Calyx Luhua from today, will he get old?”

“No, how could Calyx Luhua get old?”

He too. Recalling the girl standing in the middle of the water, recalling her lonely and frightened eyes, recalling her delicate hands - struggling to touch the annihilated handwriting in the blue rain, and earnestly touching the annihilated handwriting under the faint morning glow. Holding the copper bell in his hand, he tightly grasped his sleeve in the twilight moonlit night, as if grasping a legend.

He understood that his legend was over, just like all those who were looking for it, intentionally or unintentionally, they walked into a path and encountered a beautiful scenery, but afterwards they forgot where they were. Mountain, which way.

A regret that cannot be pursued. For those who are looking for it, there will always be beautiful encounters, mountains and rivers, endless, but it is impossible to have the same one. This regret will leave a trace of mist in the heart of the young man who is looking for it. The impression, recalled from a distance, is also an everlasting sadness.

He felt a little bitter and leaned forward to hug her. She gently pushed him away.

She put the comb against her face and looked blankly at the mirror, which seemed to reflect a darker golden color.

The mirror reflected even more golden color...

Lovesickness; I don’t know if it counts,

But deep down in his heart, there was always an indescribable The opened palace is definitely not accessible to her.

She didn't know what the consequences would be after she said that "and".

I dare not bear it, or even think about it.

Finally, the tears turned into ice in her eyes, and she forced a smile and said: "And...if I leave, the disaster will kill everyone in Huangcheng. I once made an oath to go back Save them..."

She stopped suddenly because she realized that she was repeating what she had said.

What a pale repetition.

For an instant, the two of them were speechless, with only the gentle morning breeze passing over the boundless sea of ??flowers, making a rustling sound.

The sea of ??flowers undulates, the patterns on the green brocade change, revealing the endless tranquility, and the white horse parked leisurely not far away and grazed with its head down.

Everything is so peaceful, like a dream I had many years ago.

But the air between the two was so cold.

Cold to the point of condensation.

She looked at him blankly through the tears. The two of them were so close, but they seemed to be thousands of miles apart.

It is further away than the ends of the earth.

Suddenly her body trembled and she was hugged tightly by him. He kissed her lips deeply and violently.

Xiang Si struggled instinctively, but was crushed by him in the sea of ??flowers.

The vines under him made a messy crackling sound, as if they were narrating the joy before turning into ashes. The clothes of both of them were stained with wet marks, and the scent of entangled grass slowly spread in the quiet flower field.

Xiangsi opened her eyes, and through the gap between his flying long hair, the little blue flowers turned into dust mustards, flying in the sunlight, like fireflies in the night sky, silently following her. His eyes were spinning and falling.

Her heart was twitching slightly, and she couldn't tell whether it was happiness or pain.

She no longer resisted, but suffered silently.

Yes, she was unable and unwilling to disobey him. From the beginning, she snuggled under his wings obediently and accepted everything he gave her. For many years, she had been so willing to sink into the purgatory of his rule and be his eternal prisoner.

I loved him so, so much.

Love his gentleness, love his tyranny; love his giving, love his plundering. Love everything about him.

But she didn't know why her body was so stiff at this moment.

He pushed her down into the sea of ??flowers, occupied her lips wantonly, and declared his majesty with irresistible violence.

There was a faint coolness between her soft lips and teeth. This feeling was so familiar, but it seemed to have changed in the most unexpected place, making it seem extremely strange.

This strange feeling seemed to confirm his doubts, stirring up an inexplicable turmoil in his heart.

In an instant, the impulse of destruction and abuse suddenly took over his heart.

He moved his hands and tore open her clothes.

Inch by inch.

His gaze swept over her jade-like skin, but it was so cold, like a sharp sword, trying to strip away all her coverings and dig out the doubts from her body.

Suddenly, he raised his head and saw her pleading eyes.

Her voice was very soft, spreading among the flying flowers in the desert, like a string about to break at any time:

"Please, let me go back..."

His movements stopped for a moment.

A bit of cold light flashed from the depths of his eyes, and the air around him seemed to be evacuated in an instant, and the cold breath spread across the entire wilderness.

Thousands of wild flowers seemed to be withering at this moment.

But this cold light is fleeting.

He pushed her away gently, stood up, and walked towards the depths of the sea of ??flowers.

Never look back.

When he left her, it didn’t matter whether the flowers bloomed or withered.

Acacia knelt in the sea of ??flowers, covering up her messy clothes. Her cherry-red lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't make a sound.

The morning breeze gently caressed her, drying the tears in her eyes.

She just knelt deep in the flowers, watching him go further and further away, but never pursued him. It wasn't until his figure disappeared across the sea of ??flowers that she couldn't help crying.

A large sea of ??flowers undulated between the two of them, as if they were separated by a surging ocean.

There is no more ark to cross.

After an unknown amount of time, she picked up the white horse and walked toward the deserted city while sobbing.

She was the only one left in the vast sea of ??flowers, walking slowly forward.

The morning fog has dissipated, and the sunlight shines on her thin figure. She is like a butterfly in the endless waves, so lonely and helpless.

She remembered the wish she made at White Horse Temple.

Yes, from all over the world, he finally appeared in front of her on a white horse.

At that moment, his smile was so gentle. He crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, just wanting to take her home.

Isn’t this the scene that haunts her dreams?

But why did it end like this?

Why can't she drop everything and follow him away?

Why are there traces of hidden traces in her pure, mirror-like love?

Why?

For whom?

She cried loudly, holding the white horse and staggering forward in the vast wilderness. Behind you, thousands of hectares of wild flowers sway in the wind, turning into a vast sea.

That was a distance that her thin wings could no longer fly.

You should have rice, but I have to say you...