newbobooks Chapter 151 General's Mansion 22
Chapter 151 General's Mansion 22
"Hey, why are you walking so fast? Do you know the courtesan in Ning'an Pass? She is simply unbearable compared to this. She is really beautiful, and even her flesh is fragrant. I heard that she was a daughter of an official family. I don't know how she ended up in a brothel, and why she is willing to come to our military camp. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I have never seen such a beauty. Smell this silk scarf, isn't it fragrant?"
Xiaoji walked forward without stopping, saying perfunctorily: "She is still a daughter of an official family. Did she commit a crime or is she not favored? How could she end up in a brothel?"
Lao Jiang was also surprised: "You also know our military order, no matter how beautiful a beauty is, she cannot be forced. But I heard that this fairy came here voluntarily. And it's like she doesn't care about her life. As long as someone goes, she won't refuse. This has been going on for several days in a row. Wow, she's amazing."
Huh? So desperate? Could it be that this girl has some purpose?
Lao Jiang continued: "Besides, if you go there, you will get a ribbon embroidered by her. Look, the embroidery is also amazing."
"Let me see." Xiaoji picked up the pink ribbon and saw a bamboo and orchid sewn on the end of the ribbon. The green branches and leaves were particularly dazzling on the pink ribbon.
The bamboo has clear lines and its branches and leaves seem to be blowing in the wind. It is obviously carefully sewn and the embroidery is superb.
But why does this pattern seem so familiar, and why does this fragrance seem to be the same as I have smelled it before?
Xiaoji felt as if a needle was piercing through her brain, like a scroll of past paintings being sewn in her mind. The pain lasted only for a moment, but a picture appeared before her eyes.
"Since my sister made it, it will naturally fit me."
"My sister is a lady from a famous family. She is like a fairy from heaven! Her husband must be a very good man, and definitely not that old man."
"Sister Shuyi, I'm going to join the army. I'll be your support!"
Frame by frame, sentence by sentence, Xiaoji's brain was buzzing. Why did he remember these pictures? Who was the man in his mind? Why do I have his memory? That's not my face! Sister! Sister Shuyi... What a familiar name.
Xiaoji felt as if his heart was being squeezed by a hand, causing him to feel suffocated.
"Lao Jiang, where is she? Which tent is the woman who gave the ribbon in?"
"Are you tempted?" Lao Jiang pointed in a direction. "There's a ribbon hanging at her door. It's almost dark and the girls should be resting. You may not be able to see her if you go there at this time! How about going early tomorrow morning?"
Xiaoji couldn't wait until tomorrow. He was so angry that he wanted to know who this woman was and whether she was the same person as the one in the picture. No, she couldn't be the same person. How could that woman be so noble... a military prostitute!
Ignoring the discomfort caused by his weak body, Xiaoji quickly shuttled between the tents. Finally, he came to a cluster of tents with flowers. After searching one by one, he finally found the tent with a pink ribbon tied at the door.
The obscene sounds inside were still continuing. The other flower tents had been closed long ago, but inside this one, there were still figures moving up and down.
Looking at the shadow revealed on the tent, Xiaoji's feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, unable to go in or walk away.
It was as if a cannon exploded in my brain, causing confusion and pain. But the smoke filled the air and I couldn't see anything.
I don't know how long I stood outside, but the soldier inside finally came out, tidying up his clothes. When he saw Xiaoji, he smiled and said, "I won't pick you up today. You're late."
The group of people left, but Xiaoji had no intention of leaving. The thin door curtain seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he raised his hand but had no strength to open it.
Suddenly, a painful groan came from the person inside, and before he could figure out what was going on, he had already entered the tent.
The inside smelled bad and the furnishings were simple, except for the large carpet on the floor which was made of high-quality material.
On the carpet was a naked woman, with bruises all over her body, and she had obviously lost consciousness.
Xiaoji trembled and tried to go forward and put some clothes on her. However, the woman woke up slowly. She looked up and saw the man's face at the door in the light. The hope that flashed in her eyes disappeared in an instant. The voice was weak and feeble, familiar and strange: "It's late today, come back tomorrow."
Xiaoji stared at the woman's face without blinking, and the blood in his body seemed to have solidified and became extremely cold. It was such a familiar face, as if he had seen it since he was a child.
"What...is your name?" Xiaoji spoke, but his voice had become hoarse without him noticing.
The woman frowned, her face full of impatience, and she didn't care about her naked body at all: "I said, it's late today, please leave."
This sound was like a sharp arrow, shooting through the iron bars of memory. The past scenes rushed towards Xiaoji like a tsunami, quickly submerging him under the water. He couldn't breathe, couldn't struggle. He could only endure the endless pain.
Suddenly, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood mixed with tears dripped onto the dirty carpet. With a mouthful of blood, he knelt on the ground.
The woman was shocked by the scene in front of her: "If you feel uncomfortable, go find a doctor, but don't die here."
Xiaoji forced himself to raise his head, tears all over this unfamiliar face, except for those familiar eyes which were frighteningly red.
The woman's disgusted face froze for a moment when she saw the pair of eyes raised. Then she thought of something and frantically looked for the clothes that she didn't know where she had dropped.
But her clothes had been torn to pieces during the day, so how could she avoid being exposed? In a panic, the woman pulled the thin blanket from the bed and covered herself with it. She wanted to get up, but her body discomfort made her fall heavily to the ground.
"elder sister."
Xiaoji used her hands and feet to crawl towards her family.
"sister."
The woman's eyes were red when she called out "sister", and her hands holding the quilt turned pale because of the force.
As if she remembered something, the woman freed one hand and tore Xiaoji's clothes off with all her might. When she saw the two rows of jagged teeth marks on his scarred arm, the tears that had been accumulating in her eyes began to fall.
As if she wanted to vent all the suffering and pain she had experienced in the past few days, or as if she was afraid that the person in front of her was just an illusion and she would never find him again after waking up from the dream. The woman held his wrist tightly, leaving all five of her finger marks on the tooth mark.
"Where have you been these days? Are you doing well? How is your injury, Leping?"
"Sis! I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Listening to the usual voices, it seemed as if the exhaustion and wandering of the past few days had finally found a place to go. Song Shuyi leaned tiredly on her brother, crying silently.
He remembered it all. He was not Xiaoji, he was Zhou Leping, the one who vowed to be the pillar of the general's mansion. But what did he do! He actually let his sister be bullied.
Zhou Leping hugged his sister tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably: "Sister, I'll take you away, I'll take you away from here."
Song Shuyi shook her head and gently wiped the blood from her brother's mouth: "We can't leave. We don't have a home anymore."