Qi Ye went to Changle Courtyard in the evening. Ji Shu smiled and said to him: "The general scared away his 'marriage' today."
"What kind of marriage? You?"
Qi Ye circled her on the soft couch and bit her tender earlobe harshly upon hearing this, causing Ji Shu to hide away and said with a smile, "It's not me, it's Li's niece."
"What kind of bullshit marriage is that?"
"The second wife came back to the house a few days ago and said she wanted to introduce you to the girl at home. She heard it and called her niece here today. The girl originally said she wanted to be my sister-in-law, so she excitedly went to the Dongjiao Gate to wait for you. , but ended up being scared away after just one look from a distance.”
Ji Shu laughed and fell into Qi Ye's arms, grabbing his hand and squeezing his joints to play with. It's strange to say that Qi Ye killed someone in front of her when they first met. Ji Shu had never seen such a big chicken. He had been killed, but he was not afraid of Qi Ye at that time. He only felt that his temperament was wild and handsome.
Qi Ye let her pinch her like a kitten, his eyes darkened and he said in a low voice, "Do you want to be a sister-in-law with her?"
"The general has no brothers, who should I be my sister-in-law with?"
Qi Ye chuckled softly. After Ji Shu had enough fun, he turned around and asked him: "Did the general bring back Military Doctor Yang when he returned to Beijing this time?"
"She is in the camp on the outskirts of Beijing. Do you have any business with her?"
"On the day of Wu Dinghou's birthday, the general called her here. I can use her here."
"What do you want her to do..."
Ji Shu blinked his eyes but did not say anything. Qi Ye pinched the soft flesh of her waist with an expressionless expression, and then let go after she laughed and fell into his arms.
Ji Shu wiped away the tears from laughter from the corner of his eyes, lay on his shoulder and asked, "Does the general remember Jiang Fu?"
"Who?" Qi Ye said lazily.
"Six years ago, I united with the officers and soldiers standing guard in front of your camp to get into your handsome military prostitute."
Qi Ye narrowed his eyes, "Yang Shanshan told you? I didn't even look at that person, so I asked someone to roll up the quilt and throw him out."
Qi Ye put his palm on her waist with slight force. Ji Shu kissed his chin comfortingly and said warmly: "I know, but the military prostitute named Jiang Fu is not dead. You listen to me."
"General, do you still remember the names of the soldiers who were on guard?"
"Chen Wanli. He is from Quzhou County in Gansu and Shaanxi Province and has made several military exploits."
Qi Ye's voice was a little low. As a commander, the soldiers who could stand guard in his camp were unusual. This Chen Wanli usually worked very hard in the camp and was full of enthusiasm. Qi Ye was very optimistic about him, so he transferred him to his post in front of his camp. , I didn’t expect that he turned out to be a useless thing whose future was delayed by women’s lust!
Ji Shu told Qi Ye what she had guessed about what happened. Qi Ye was silent for a moment and laughed angrily, "I underestimated him. His hands are so long that they can reach into the Dragon Tiger Army."
"No wonder General." Ji Shu shook his head. Back then, there was an endless war at Weihaiguan, and it was common for the camp to have loose reserves. This was why Qi Chengxu took Jiang Fu away so easily.
After all, everyone is at war, who would have thought that someone would take the opportunity to rescue the military prostitute.
Military prostitutes were the least valuable in the camp. During the war, no one would go to the military prostitute camp to have fun. This was also good luck for Qi Chengxu and Jiang Fu.
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The next day, Ji Shu got up early and went to Mrs. Qi's yard. Passing by a small gate behind the yard, he heard something moving.
Xitao quickly pulled her and hid in a dark place, fearing that it was a thief, but what kind of thief would pick the day to steal?
Ji Shu looked around while holding on to the wall, and saw a man dressed as a scholar getting in through the dog hole. He looked around and hurriedly knocked on the door.
"Jiaomei? Jiaomei?"
The back door opened a small crack, and Xu Jiaojiao put the person in with red eyes.
After a while, Ji Shu came out. When he saw that there was no movement inside, he walked around.
Xitao looked back at the yard, shook her head and said, "This girl Xu is so strange. She had a private meeting with her foreign man and said she wanted to marry the uncle. What are you doing? Are you riding a donkey looking for a horse?"
"Don't pay attention to other people's affairs."
Anyway, Xu Jiaojiao and Qi Ye can't get along, so the scholar must be the one who married Xu Jiaojiao in the previous life, so their relationship can be considered renewed.
Ji Shu didn't worry too much about these episodes. She came to Fushou Garden, and as soon as she walked into the inner courtyard, she bumped into Old Mrs. Qi who ran out like crazy.
"Ji Shu?!"
Mrs. Qi screamed, rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot!
Mother Song chased her out and hurriedly helped the person in. Fortunately, there was no one in the courtyard. Since Mrs. Qi became ill, 80% to 90% of the staff in the courtyard have been withdrawn. There are less than a dozen women left to serve them closely. There were only two of us, and what we were afraid of was that the old lady's situation would be spread out and people would criticize her.
After Song's mother had settled down with Mrs. Qi, she came to Nuange to see Ji Shu.
Ji Shu: "How is she these days?"
"More and more crazy. Ever since the Taoist nun said that the life-borrowing method failed, and she used two little tricks to deceive her, she has always felt that there is someone in the upper room seducing her, so she just moved to the side yard, but she didn't see any improvement. She has been getting old these days. Nubu knocked on the bottom of the bed to scare her, and she also said that she saw the ghost King of Hell in her dream, and said..."
"say what?"
"She also said that she dreamed about you, that she asked for her life, and that she wanted to kill you."
Ji Shu chuckled, "Her condition makes it easier for you to do things. Mother Song, if you still can't handle it..."
"I can do it! I can definitely handle it! The old lady is already scared. I will definitely ask her to come to you on that day!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Qi's scream came from inside the house.
She couldn't sleep anymore. She could only rest for two hours at most in the whole day. When she rested, she would have nightmares, and other times she would have waking nightmares. This situation would make anyone crazy.
Song's mother ran over and saw her with disheveled hair and bare feet on the ground. She was holding a mahogany sword hanging on the bedside, slashing left and right in the room.
"Get out of here! Get out of here! Ji Shu, don't come to me! You are born as a member of the Qi family and die as a ghost of the Qi family! The old woman is not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of you! I'll chop you to death! I'll chop you to death!"
Mrs. Qi was so crazy that she couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. She was even confused whether Ji Shu was dead or alive.
"Old Madam! Old Madam, please wake up! Wake up!"
Mrs. Qi was hugged by her, looked over her shoulder, and met Ji Shu's eyes.
Ji Shu smiled tenderly at her, and Mrs. Qi screamed, struggled out of Mother Song's grasp and climbed into the bed curtain.
"Don't look for me... don't look for me... I didn't kill you, I didn't harm you... I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
Ji Shu lowered the curtain and told Xitao: "Get the doctor to check on her. Don't make her really crazy."
It's useless if she's really crazy. Even if she's crazy, she still has to wake up. Why is she crazy if she hasn't redeemed herself?
There is a Buddhist niche in the small room behind the Nuan Pavilion. There are many Buddhist strings on the table. Ji Shu randomly picked one and wrapped it in his palm. He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to the Maitreya Buddha statue on the Buddhist niche.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is May 20th, Wu Dinghou’s birthday in Tianming year.
Ji Shu got up early and asked Xitao to bring her a red bijia and horse-faced skirt to put on. The beauty in the peepshow looked graceful and energetic.
Xitao opened the next door, and the rising sun outside the window illuminated a bright future. She stepped forward, held Ji Shu's forearm, and said with a smile:
"Miss, let's go."
