"No!" She shook violently.
"What don't you want?" he asked.
"Don't cut my tongue." She was sweating on her forehead. She didn't know what he meant by that. The silver hairpin in her hand was gripped so tightly that it hurt. After all, she still didn't dare to put it in her hand. The hairpin poked at him.
Poke him in the neck? Or poke him in the eye?
He had taught her between beds.
Either don't take action, or make sure you can kill the person in front of you with one blow.
But last night's impulsive act taught her a lesson: she couldn't kill him, and if she couldn't, she would only get a more terrible punishment.
She let go sadly, and the hairpin fell on the couch. The next moment, he picked it up.
"You held this hairpin against me that day." He stuffed the hairpin back into her hand, "I'll give you another chance."
"Come and kill me." The voice was unhurried and slow, just like the leisurely manner when drinking tea and talking.
He squeezed her wrist, Pingting's wrist bones were warmed by the hot palm, and the sharp hairpin slowly approached the side of his neck.
The sharp edge was only an inch away from the blood vessels under the thin muscle.
Shen Yinxiao let go of his hand, and the hairpin fell to the ground with a clang.
A long silence filled the air. He was still squeezing her hand, his green-white fingertips slightly spread, like a half-opened lotus. The soldiers patrolling outside the tent passed by holding torches, and the firelight came in, illuminating the two of them. The shadows are cast on the tent, like a couple cuddling together.
"What?" He chuckled: "Don't you dare?"
"I don't even dare to do this. Then if I really let you go and I don't dare to attack evil people, wouldn't Yinxiao be at the mercy of others?"
"I don't want to." She raised her head, biting her lip, her eyes sparkling, and when she looked at him, she seemed sincere.
He chuckled and rubbed his hands all the way up her wrist bones, her tender white arms trembling slightly under his hands.
The slightly rough palms made her arms itch, and waves of itching ran along her elbows to the bottom of her heart.
"Is it."
He tilted his head slightly and looked at a pair of shadows on the tent wall, entangled and intertwined: "Why?"
She replied: "The general is not a villain."
He paused and moved his gaze back to her face.
"Liar again."
She was like a clay sculpture, motionless.
"Why do you want to leave?" He finally asked, looking into her eyes seriously.
She seemed to have been drained of all her strength. With no way forward and no way to retreat, she could only answer obediently: "I don't want to live like this anymore."
She felt bitter in her heart, and her voice also had a bitter taste, as if she had swallowed coptis: "I want to live an ordinary life, find a suitable person to accompany me for the rest of my life, and have a small shop where the whole family can eat and drink. , the sun rises and the sun sets, and when we get tired of staying in one place, I will move with him to another place, to see different places and see different scenery. Can the general understand that feeling? "
"Why can't it be done?" She raised her hands to cover her eyes to cover up the spilled water, and murmured to herself: "Why can't it be done?"
"Why?" She looked haggard, and her voice was full of confusion and confusion: "The general holds a high position and has a bright future, so why waste so much time on me."
"Who knows." He smiled, his eyes slightly raised, "Maybe I'm not tired of it yet."
He let go of her hand, walked to the table aside, picked up the kettle, found it was empty, and put it down again. Shen Yinxiao got down from the couch. Because he had not drank water for a long time and was nervous, his voice was hoarse: "General, do you want some water?" , I went out to fetch water."
"You know where the water is?" He looked at her mockingly.
She stood with her hair slightly messy, and a strand of sideburns draped over her left shoulder. After the hairpin was pulled out, the woman's originally tied bun also came loose and hung down on the back of her head.
He looked slightly haggard and shook his head.
Do you really not want to be with him?
He scoffed.
He stood up and approached, leaned over, looked at her condescendingly, raised his hand to lift her chin: "Let's go, I'll take you for a walk."
What is there to do so late at night? Besides, this is a military camp. Why should I take her shopping?
Can't you watch the soldiers patrol?
Moreover, she doesn't have the leisure to hang out with him now.
She frowned, and her crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding the fatigue in her eyes: "It's late at night, general, go to bed. I...I will return to Youzhou tomorrow and won't go anywhere."
But he didn't seem to hear her. He took her hand, lifted up the wool felt, and led her out.
"The moonlight is still good. I really haven't cared about you these days." He brushed off a leaf of withered grass on her shoulder. He didn't know when there was a big cloak in his hand, and the dark green fox fur was wrapped around her petite body. , making her face even whiter.
This cloak originally belonged to him, and it felt exaggeratedly wide when worn on her. From her chin to the instep, it was tightly wrapped in fur. One hand wrapped around her waist, leading her slowly and aimlessly. OK.
The ground was covered with fallen leaves and dead grass. The two stepped on the ground, and the dead leaves made a rustling sound.
This place is not far from the river, and the air is filled with fresh moisture and the bitter fragrance of grass and trees. The place where the camp is set up is located on a plain, and the surrounding villages for dozens of miles have been cleared by scouts. As far as the eye can see, except for those in the camp, The smoke from cooking stoves is no longer inhabited.
He sighed: "It's okay if I don't want to go back to Youzhou."
She turned to look at him. Her side face was half-bright under the moonlight and firelight. She had knife-cut temples and long eyebrows. In the vast firelight, her eyes were particularly moving and breathtaking.
Really.
So where is she going?
"Then where am I going?" He almost accepted his fate. Before he got tired of it, he saw the kite string of fate held in his hand, letting him relax freely.
"Why not, just stay in the army."
He twitched the corner of his lips, raised his hand and pointed a finger, and looked along his hand. Not far away, there were tents in twos and threes. The two of them walked by the moonlight. Unknowingly, they were already close to the Chinese army's tent. Very far.
The several camps here were slightly different from the ones she had just walked along. Although she was exhausted, she still subconsciously paid attention to the terrain of the camps, the entrances and exits, and the frequency of patrolling soldiers. The tents she passed along the way all had a layer of beasts. Leather, either cowhide or wool felt, is warm and waterproof.
The five or six tents here are made of much different materials. They are all made of thick cloth and bark. They are not breathable in summer and cannot keep warm in winter. There is a bonfire burning around the tent, and food is cooked on the bonfire. I opened the tent curtain and took a look inside. There seemed to be a dozen women lying in one tent.
A dozen women were like soldiers, crowded together on a large bunk. Some were asleep, some were drowsy, but their faces were sallow and haggard.
"General, what do you want to do with me?" She looked away. An eight-legged flower spider dropped from the sky and landed on the edge of the food bowl on the bonfire. Shen Yinxiao waved away subconsciously.
His wrist was held by a big hand. He picked up a branch and pushed away the spider. The spider fell into the fire. The round and gorgeous body struggled for a few times in the fire, and then exploded with a crackling sound.
"You have to reach out for anything." He glanced at her and said, "You dare to touch even if it's poisonous."
A sarcastic voice came: "You are like this, you still want to go around and have a look, you don't know where you died."
She turned away from him.
"Didn't you say you want to look around? Why not follow the army, and someone will talk to Yinxiao, and someone will protect him." The hot moisture hit his ears, causing a shiver.
"I do not want......"
Her words were interrupted, and the man's voice sounded regretful and sighed: "Don't want to?"
"But how far can a woman go with her old parents?"
"It's better to stay in the army like them. When I think of Yinxiao, I can still see him and comfort him."
Her heart suddenly sank, and she looked at the women who looked like zombies, her voice a little stiff: "Who are they?"
She has stayed in Cuihua Building for several years, and she is very familiar with every word, deed, and gesture of the women there.
No matter how innocent and delicate a girl is, she has been immersed in the flow of sensuality for a long time. No matter how well she disguises herself, she will naturally have a trace of decadent numbness.
Like peaches and plums that are rotting from the inside out, there is always a hint of rancidity in the fruity aroma.
After a long time, she took a few glances and saw that feeling again from the women lying and sitting in the tent.
She finally got a job at Cuihua House and had a cleaner way of making a living. She didn't want to be exposed to that smell again.
