The man looked at her with obsidian eyes and said nothing for a while.
The people in the same tent also looked at each other with different expressions, and then looked at the two people looking at each other.
"If it doesn't work, forget it." She was discouraged and her shoulders slumped.
"what ever."
The two voices sounded almost at the same time. The next moment, she looked at him with wide eyes, thinking that she heard wrongly.
He casually played with the roster on the case, looked away, and said calmly: "If the fever starts again at night, you will never go out again."
The tone was full of threats, but she was already very satisfied.
Although she was lucky enough to come out for air, she didn't dare to be careless. She wrapped her collar tightly and put on his dark green cloak. When she came out of the Chinese army tent, she realized that the military camp was bigger than she had imagined.
The soldiers patrolling along the road were well-trained and kept their eyes straight. She gave way to the oncoming team in time. She walked and stopped for a while until she stopped at the gate of the camp.
The pillar that had been split in half was tied up with ropes in an awkward manner, barely standing. The remaining blood stains on it had turned dark brown, like a centipede without a head or tail, stretching towards the ground.
The blood stains on the ground have been washed away with water.
The smell of blood and urine that day all disappeared with the wind.
She watched for a while not far from the camp gate. A soldier who vaguely guessed her identity came forward and asked her what she wanted to do. She shook her head and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she turned around and asked: "That day when I died?" Where was the body of the woman here sent?"
"The enemy didn't want it, so the army just fed the corpse to the dogs as usual."
Her eyelids twitched, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her palms. She nodded numbly, walked around the camp gate, and wandered aimlessly in the military camp.
The weather was sunny today, and the sun was shining above and on the shoulders, forcing people to squint their eyes. The steam made her feel hot from the inside out. She was so bored that she was sweating, but she remembered Wei Cheng's words and did not dare to take off her cloak. , I had to find a secluded place, shake off my cloak, let the heat in my clothes be blown away by the wind, and cool myself down.
I don't know if the sticky sweat stains on my body were caused by the sun, or because of lingering fear based on what the person just said.
She killed someone.
But no one blamed her, and no one even mentioned it since.
But she didn't really want to kill someone. The girl couldn't survive, but she couldn't die either. Her eyes were numb and full of despair when she was nailed to the pillar. She peeked at her from behind the screen, and she also looked over.
Those eyes were filled with the desire to die.
How desperate do you have to be to have eyes full of death?
So, she came out by accident and shot the arrow for Qiu Liang.
The moment the iron arrow sank into the girl's body, only she knew that her legs were shaking.
She hid in a secluded corner, trembling all over, covering her mouth and sobbing silently.
After crying, she wiped her face and walked around in the wind, preparing to wait for the red and swollen eye sockets to dissipate before returning to the camp, but she found that the scenery in front of her was somewhat familiar.
This is where those military prostitutes live.
She hesitated for a moment, but was still ready to turn around and leave.
She is not a kind person who cares about the world and sacrifices herself for others. She can help when there is injustice on the road and has the ability. But now she relies on others and has to worry about her own future. She really has no mood to care about how others are doing.
When I was a child, I read books about saints and sages, always thinking that I would be able to do a great job in the future, be a female official or a businesswoman, and be successful and help the world. However, as I grew older, those ambitions became farther and farther away from me. Twelve hours a day , every moment I worry about the three inches of land in front of me and three meals tomorrow. Those youthful and frivolous words feel funny when I think about them now.
As soon as he took a step, a woman's voice came from behind.
"My wife is not from the military camp, is she?"
She paused in her steps and glanced back, she looked familiar.
Look at the lambswool robe she is wearing. There are different shades of black on the dirty wool. The broad shoulder line extends to her arms, and the ill-fitting robe hangs down on the instep of her feet. This is a set for a man. The clothes were probably thrown away by some officer who came to have fun.
She remembered that it was the woman he and Wei Cheng met here when they first arrived that day. She also asked Wei Cheng if he needed her service.
The woman wearing old sheepskin has tired eyebrows but delicate facial features. There is some inappropriate rouge on her face. It would actually look better if she didn't need rouge and washed her face clean.
She turned around and nodded.
The woman's envious eyes wandered up and down the fox fur cloak she was wearing. Looking at her attire, the person standing opposite could understand that they were not from the same world.
Shen Yinxiao felt pity for her. For this reason, he was more patient than usual and stood there to look at her.
"What are you doing here, madam? This is not a good place."
The woman forced a smile.
Shen Yinxiao pursed his lips: "Take a look around."
"Is there any tea? I've been walking for a long time and I'm a little thirsty now."
She was flattered, almost embarrassed: "Yes, but it's not very good. I'll cook it."
The woman did not lead her into the tent, but only boiled water and made tea on the shelf above the bonfire outside. She hurriedly washed her cup and explained the defects on the cup with a smile: "I have been running around with the army in the past few days, and it has been damaged a lot, madam. Do not mind."
She nodded: "It doesn't matter."
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Jiangsha."
She held the teacup with a foot missing and smiled: "It's a nice name."
Jiangsha frowned with worry, and her smile also showed a trace of bitterness, "What's the use of sounding nice? Life is not good."
She was sipping tea. After hearing this, she put down the teacup and asked, "How long have you been here?"
"It didn't take long." She smiled bitterly.
Fu Zhanyan said: "This military camp is full of men. If Madam has nothing to do and doesn't dislike it, we can talk together. If Madam has any orders, just give them to the slaves."
When she returned, Shen Yinxiao was sweating all over, and her inner clothes were stuck to her body. In the soft white neck, a few strands of ink were sticking to her skin with sweat. Her pearly white skin was tinged with pink, like a tender peach, calling out. People want to take a bite.
Wei Cheng hugged her and sat on his lap, burying his face into the side of her neck, taking a mouthful of soft meat gently and grinding it gently between his teeth.
The girl trembled all over, clung to his shoulders, and said tremblingly: "I haven't... washed it yet, my body is dirty."
"Wash together."
The inner room was separated by a square and two feet wide, and there was a bathtub filled with hot soup. Thick white mist filled the room. She hadn't taken a good bath for several days. Seeing this, she lowered her head and asked to hug herself. The man: "When did you do it? Isn't it troublesome?"
He hurriedly unbuttoned her skirt and then took off her pants: "The doctor said that you will feel better after taking a bath and sweating."
