Seeing that she was fine, Liu Ruyan continued to walk forward: "I will take you back to the inn to change into clean clothes. After that, you can stay or leave as you please."
Qiu Shi followed behind and asked in a low voice: "You really haven't complained about me?"
Liu Ruyan thought for a while: "I have hated you, but when I see you in trouble, I can't just stand by and watch."
Qiu Shi sneered: "It turns out that there are really stupid girls in this world."
Return to the inn.
Liu Ruyan held out a new piece of clothing, then closed the door and retreated.
Qiu Shi stayed in the room, looking at the shirts on the table in trance.
Pomegranate red is her favorite color.
Qiu Shi felt relieved, put on this shirt, and finally walked away.
Crow Yi Lane.
As soon as Zou Chong finished coaxing his wife to sleep, he crept up and fled out of the mansion.
The city was under martial law, and Zou Chong also kept his mind low. He hadn't been to a brothel for a long time. Now that the curfew had just been lifted, he thought about the girls in the brothel.
He was walking halfway, there was no one around, but there was a faint sound of singing.
The song was graceful and clear, the tune of a brothel, with a unique charm of flowing water on a small bridge.
He followed the sound and turned into a stone alley.
A few steps away, there was a girl with a graceful figure, walking alone in the alley. Her red skirt wrapped around her graceful waist, she turned out to be a beauty.
When he got closer, he saw that the girl seemed to be too drunk and was leaning against the wall.
Zou Chong shouted: "Little lady——"
The girl was leaning against the wall and smiling at him. She was so charming that he lost his mind.
Zou Chong hurriedly approached.
The girl turned around, swayed out of the alley, and hung a handkerchief on the treetop at the corner.
Zou Chong followed and took off his handkerchief with understanding.
He secretly thought that this young lady wanted to have a tryst, how could he let down the beauty?
Zou Chong followed, turned a corner, and saw the desolation nearby, where was the beauty.
He was wondering and continued to move forward. When passing an abandoned house, he caught a glimpse of a girl in red.
The girl stood quietly in the ruins, staring at him for a moment.
Zou Chong immediately stepped forward, hugged the person and said teasingly: "Young lady invited me here, do you want to go to Wushan Yunyu together?"
The beauty is shy and timid, with her head hanging down and her body as soft as a snake.
She pressed against the man's chest and asked him to lie down.
Zou Chong was a little reluctant at first because he thought it was dirty and cold here, but as the girl in red rode on top of him, she was tipsy and became the most attractive.
Facing beauty, he chose to lie down.
The girl stretched out her hand and unbuckled his girdle.
The fingertips slowly traced across his chest, and the man immediately reacted. As his belt was untied, he hummed softly, feeling increasingly unbearable.
His clothes and pants were peeled off, and a chill penetrated him, making him shiver from the cold.
Zou Chong opened his eyes and was immediately frightened.
The girl in front of him had bright red fingernails and a face as white as paper. She was leaning on his lower body, gesturing with a knife.
He sat up hastily.
The girl in red was still smiling: "Zou Lang, what are you afraid of?"
The voice sounded familiar to Zou Chong. He looked at it intently, with a look of shock in his eyes: "How could it be you... aren't you already dead... are you a human or a ghost!"
Qiu Shi suddenly came closer, with a heavily made-up face, and two lines of blood and tears dripping down: "Wen'er, your father is here, the ground is deserted, he wants to accompany us, mother and son."
Zou Chong turned around, but behind him was a small man made of paper.
He was so frightened that he got up in a panic, but all his clothes were stripped off, leaving him naked and ran out of the ruins.
"Zou Lang—Zou Lang—" the calls from behind became louder and louder than the last.
He ran back to the mansion without stopping, and met a few passers-by on the way, who thought he was mad.
Mansion.
Zou Chong turned pale and put on his shirt tremblingly: "It was a dream, what I saw just now was all a dream..."
He came to his wife's bedroom, took off his shoes and got on the bed.
Qinxiang woke up in a daze and asked with concern: "Where did Lang Jun go just now? Why does his face look so bad?"
Zou Chong took off the quilt and said, "I read in the study for a while."
He lay on his back and suddenly felt that the pillow was not flat.
Zou Chong dug under his pillow and found something.
Qinxiang looked at it and wondered: "Why is there a rattle played by children on the bed?"
"Dad gave you a rattle, do you like it?"
The boy's voice was clear: "I like——"
Zou Chong's scalp went numb and he threw the rattle under the bed.
He curled up and looked around the bed with a horrified face.
Si Niang and Wen'er also slept in this room.
"The room is not clean. Quickly, change rooms!" he said in a panic.
The lady wondered: "The slaves clean it every day, so what's unclean?"
Zou Chong's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted: "If I ask you to change houses, just change houses. Why are you asking so many questions?"
Qinxiang was stunned, when had she ever seen Zou Chong look like this?
That night, the two of them moved to a distant wing and stayed there until dawn.
The next day, Zou Chong went to Wuhoupu to work as an errand.
He was originally a country scholar, but through his agility and studiousness, he got a civil service in Wuhou Pu, and his salary was considerable.
After handling the affairs, Zou Chong planned to return home early.
Street envoy Feng Zheng suddenly stopped him.
Feng Zheng stepped forward and patted his shoulder: "I will be the host tonight and invite brothers Yigan to have a drink. Can Mr. Zou give me a favor?"
Zou Chong's face changed slightly, and he declined: "I accept your kindness, but unfortunately my wife asked my subordinates to return home early, so I have to obey."
Feng Zheng laughed: "Since I can't leave, I can't force myself."
Zou Chong saluted: "My subordinates say goodbye."
After they had gone away, several soldiers came over and winked at Feng Zheng: "This Zou Chong really listens to his wife."
Feng Zheng said meaningfully: "How do you know who Zou Chong's father-in-law is?"
"Who is it?"
"The Minister of Dali Temple, a third-rank official of the imperial court!"
Zou Chong returned home in a sedan chair at night.
As soon as he entered the door, he summoned two more nurses, who almost took him wherever he went.
The lady came forward with a smile: "I asked the kitchen to make some nourishing soup, and the husband drank it while it was hot."
Zou Chong responded and walked towards the hall.
Suddenly, a burst of blood poured from the sky above the yard, covering his head and face, and the fishy smell hit his nostrils.
The lady was frightened on the spot and screamed: "Someone, come quickly!"
Blood was dripping continuously, and Zou Chong looked as if he had crawled out of hell. He looked truly terrifying.
He struggled to open his eyes and couldn't help but feel nauseated.
Zou Chong wanted to call his wife, but the lady opposite covered her face and was frightened.
The guard drew his sword and stared at the sky: "Whoever is there, get out of here!"
From the corner of the yard, there was movement: "Dong dong - dong dong -"
Zou Chong hid behind the nursing home and looked toward that corner with vigilant eyes.
A round ball rolled out from the base of the wall and rolled all the way to Zou Chong's feet. At that time, he lowered his body and saw that there was a human head in the bamboo temari ball.
The head is wide-eyed, the mouth is open, and the tongue has been pulled out.