Chapter 21 Showing the woman who doesn't like him to other men
In the dark cell, there was only one candle, flickering dimly or brightly.
Looking up, he saw a dark and damp cell. Zhang Xicheng was tied to the wall, and his hands and feet were bound with chains.
All around were noisy noises, interspersed with the intimidation and ridicule of foreigners:
"Artist? You said that if you were whipped and sang at the same time, wouldn't it give you a sense of broken beauty?"
With a "snap" sound, the iron whip fell, and Zhang Xicheng's white shirt immediately showed a blood stain.
His face was turned to one side after being beaten, and he still looked at those foreigners with disdain in their eyes.
He gritted his teeth, trying not to let out a whimper.
Want him to beg for mercy? In the next life!
"Come on, sing a piece of "The Palace of Eternal Life" to me." A tall foreigner came over, took off the belt around his waist, and pressed it against his fair and thin cheek:
"I heard that in ancient times, there was a habit of cutting off sleeves. I wonder if you, an actor, have ever done anything like Lord Rabbit."
"You're not going to sing, are you? I have plenty of ways to get you to talk." As soon as the foreigner finished speaking, he reached out to unbutton Zhang Xicheng's chest.
"No!" Liang Yueying opened her mouth wide and breathed rapidly, but she couldn't make a sound:
"Let him go! Then I will kill you foreign devils!"
Until the midnight clock rang in her ears, Liang Yueying sat up straight from the bed, cold sweat dripping down her face, which wet the strands of hair scattered around her forehead.
"Miss, miss!" Shuangyan had called her countless times from the side. Seeing that she was more awake now, he poured a glass of warm water from the small table and brought it to her hand.
"Miss, did you recognize the bed and sleep in it again?"
Having said that, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's already the third day since I came to Jiangbei with the commander-in-chief, and I still can't sleep well. If this continues for a long time, how will my body be able to handle it?"
"Xicheng." Liang Yueying obviously hadn't fully recovered from the ghost's pressure on the bed, and murmured:
"How is he?"
He doesn't know if he came to Jiangbei with the warlord and without the protection of the commander, those crazy foreigners will cause trouble for him again.
"No!" The scene in the dream was too clear, and the scenes echoed before her eyes, making her restless.
He didn't even have time to put on his shoes and socks when he got up. He stepped on the snow-white plush carpet made of fox fur with his bare feet, half covered by his silk pajamas, and hurried downstairs.
"I have to send him a telegram asking him to leave Shanghai temporarily and go out to avoid the limelight."
When passing by Shuang Yan, I accidentally knocked over the tea cup in her hand, and the warm water soaked the bedding.
Before Shuangyan could catch up with her, he already ordered the old woman to come over and take care of her.
He still kept advising: "Miss, please be patient, the marshal is downstairs discussing matters with his adjutant, you can't go -"
Liang Yueying stepped on the wooden ladder with her bare feet, and climbed down the steps with her little feet, as light as a midnight ghost.
When they arrived at the lobby on the first floor, they saw Song Shishan and a group of people gathered together, standing with their backs to her, surrounded by smoke, and finally woke up from the nightmare.
Song Shishan instinctively pressed out the cigarette butt in his hand, and buried the half-burned cigar in the blue and white porcelain vase.
Turning around, his eyes first fell on her pink toes, then her fragrant shoulders and smooth jade arms.
"What?" He frowned slightly, and his tone was somewhat harsh as he tried his best to suppress his anger.
In particular, the several lieutenants under her command all cast their eyes on her graceful waist, and they were even more furious.
He doesn't like his woman, so he shows her to other men like this.
He wished he could keep her locked up in his own territory so that she could only serve him and please him instead of showing off his coquettishness.