Blutbefleckter Tod - Kapitel 10
After saying that, she shoved aside Lu Ziqi, who was stunned by her violent action and didn't know how to react, rushed into her room, grabbed her money, and then rushed out of the courtyard gate.
The operation was swift, and blood and tears flowed freely...
Lu Ziqi stood there stunned for a while before he finally managed to squat down and pick up the shattered items one by one. The edges of some utensils were chipped off, and most of the food was covered in dirt. Even if it took some effort to clean them, some food would inevitably be wasted.
That's really too much...
He casually picked up two intact cooked foods from the table, intending to have a meal with Lu Ling first, and then clean up the mess later.
As for Song Xiaohua, who left in a huff... it's good to let her calm down and reflect on her actions.
Stepping out of the kitchen, I saw Lu Ling leaning pitifully against a pillar, holding the dog. She must have witnessed the argument just now. I sighed inwardly and softened my tone: "Ling'er, come and eat."
"Oh..." Lu Bie pursed her lips and responded in a trembling voice, taking small steps over and looking up at Lu Ziqi with a hesitant expression.
"What's wrong? Is there something you want to tell Father?" Lu Ziqi bent down and stroked his hair. "Mother... has to go out for a while, she'll be back soon. Let's eat first, okay?"
It would have been better if the word "mother" hadn't been mentioned, because mentioning it immediately triggered tears, causing Lu Ling to burst into sobs: "Mother's hand is broken...it bled so much...Ling'er is scared...Mother told Ling'er it didn't hurt...but Mother herself is crying..."
"Your hand is cut? How did you get it cut?"
"kitchen knife……"
Although Lu Ling was sobbing and speaking incoherently, Lu Ziqi immediately understood what had happened.
It turned out that she had cut her hand while chopping vegetables and couldn't continue cooking, so she went out to buy ready-made food.
The injury must be quite serious.
He straightened up and looked at the two open doors, but his eyes were suddenly stung by a few spots of crimson on the ground.
Is this her blood? Did I touch it when I was throwing a tantrum? No wonder she suddenly started crying.
She's actually very afraid of pain, isn't she? She was crying while comforting Ling'er, saying it didn't hurt...
Fool, why don't you tell him?
The midday sun was so bright that it could pierce into one's heart in an instant.
When did he ever give her a chance to explain?
Did he ever notice if there was anything wrong with her?
If... if it were Tong'er, he would have noticed immediately that his Tong'er was injured...
However... if it were Tong'er, she wouldn't have such a fiery and intense temper...
Sigh, Tong'er, why am I comparing her to you? It's unfair to both of you. I can't do this...
He rubbed his temples wearily and gave a bitter smile to himself.
We met for only one day and had two arguments; that's a really high frequency.
Chapter Thirteen: Woman Disguised as Man
After kindly settling Lu Ling into a meal and coaxing him to take a nap, Song Xiaohua still hadn't returned.
Lu Ziqi, who was originally burning with hunger, suddenly felt no longer hungry. After hesitating for a while under the dog's 'mournful' gaze, he finally locked the door and went out to look for his wife.
Song Xiaohua ran for quite a while before gradually stopping her tears. Looking at her hands, which were almost stained red, and the red cloth around her index finger that had already blended with the blood, she sniffed and cursed angrily, "Damn, that hurts!"
He vigorously wiped his face and continued running at full speed.
Blood is precious, and she wouldn't waste her own body on that heartless, despicable man.
What a jerk! He's always lecturing people without even knowing the facts. Back in the day, even Mom and Dad never spoke to her that harshly…
Dad, Mom...
She inexplicably slept and found herself more than a thousand years in the past. Shouldn't someone else's soul have also transmigrated into her body? That's fine, at least 'she' is still alive, and her parents and relatives won't be heartbroken...
But Mom and Dad, I miss you so much...
Stopping in her tracks and wiping away her gushing tears, Song Xiaohua took a deep breath, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, put one hand on her hip and pointed the other to the sky, exuding boundless pride: "Damn you, God! I'm going to live a really great life in this damned Song Dynasty! I won't let you laugh at me!"
Before she could finish speaking, a deafening roar erupted overhead, instantly shattering all of Song Xiaohua's bravado and vowing never to turn back. At the same time, it also temporarily erased her sadness.
Shrinking his neck and sticking out his tongue: "Okay, okay, you're awesome, you're the boss, alright?"
Despite the occasional rumble of thunder overhead, Song Xiaohua rushed breathlessly into the city's clinic, where the resident doctor re-bandaged her wounds. She also picked up the health and beauty medicine that Dr. Hu had prescribed that morning, and then immediately rushed into a clothing store.
The shop owner saw that the magistrate's wife, who had always been smiling, suddenly had eyes like a rabbit and a fierce aura like a tiger, which looked quite frightening. So he didn't dare to say anything and just followed cautiously to the side.
The shop had all kinds of clothes, hats, shoes and socks of all grades. Song Xiaohua was holding back her anger, so she directly asked for the most expensive set.
"May I ask, Madam Lu, what is the size of this person dressed?"
"Nonsense, haven't you ever met your county magistrate?!"
The shopkeeper was so speechless at Song Xiaohua's words that he wanted to slap himself. The magistrate's wife was buying men's clothing for the magistrate, and his question was completely unnecessary. He couldn't blame her for being angry.
"Oh right, find me another set too." Song Xiaohua had an idea and called out to the shopkeeper who was about to pick out clothes of the right size: "Men's clothing!"
"ah?"
"What do you mean? Is it wrong for me to suddenly decide to try dressing up as a man?"
"...Okay, okay, okay!"
The boss readily agreed, went into the storage room, and came out a few minutes later with two sets of clothes made of superior fabric and style.
Song Xiaohua took the smaller size of the outfit, went into the 'fitting room', and quickly changed from head to toe.
When the curtain was lifted and the shop owner saw it, he was stunned.
Her figure was still developing, and she was extremely thin. Her complexion, without makeup, was slightly sallow. Although her features were quite delicate, she also exuded a hint of spiritedness. Apart from her tiny ear holes, which were barely noticeable unless you looked very closely, she was completely undetectable when dressed as a man.
He was a dashing young man.
Song Xiaohua stood in front of the bronze mirror, tilting her head to examine the indistinct figure within, feeling a mixture of joy and sorrow.
What's funny is that I used to watch TV and read novels all the time about women disguising themselves as men to travel the world in ancient times, and I was extremely disdainful of it. I thought, how could a woman dressed as a man not be recognized? Putting everything else aside, her curvaceous figure alone would be hard to hide, unless it was the dead of winter in Northeast China where everyone was dressed like bears...
Now that it's my turn, I realize that art truly does come from life, and that cross-dressing is absolutely realistic and feasible.
Sadly, when will her flat-chested, boxy figure, which is hard to distinguish from front to back, ever transform from an A-cup to her former 'voluptuous' C-cup...?
As Song Xiaohua was taking photos of herself from all sides, feeling a mix of joy and sorrow, the curtain of the 'fitting room' was lifted, and a person walked out, head bowed, adjusting their clothes.
A man, a handsome man, a dashing man in a brand-new light blue long gown.
Looking at herself and the man reflected in the mirror, Song Xiaohua felt only grief and indignation.
As a woman, it's one thing to be plain-looking and a failure. But to make matters worse, even as a man, she's still unattractive and a complete failure.
Why, why is this happening? Why do men have to be so good-looking? Are women left out?!
Perhaps sensing the sorrowful and resentful gaze reflected in Song Xiaohua's eyes in the mirror, the man looked up, smiled slightly, and nodded.
Song Xiaohua was immediately stunned by the shaking.
As if he felt she wasn't completely dizzy enough, the man walked over, bowed, and said, "My name is Yuan Hao. May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"
His voice was also very clear and pleasant to hear, but compared to Lu Ziqi's, it was a bit deeper and less gentle.
"Uh...I..." After a moment of panic, Song Xiaohua returned the greeting in a rough voice, saying, "My name is Song Yao."
"The distant place beyond?"
"Exactly. The 'Hao' of 'Bai Di Shao Hao'?" That makes sense. After all, I came from that distant land...
"Indeed." The White Emperor Shao Hao, the Western Heavenly Emperor? Excellent, just what I wanted…
The two smiled at each other. Song Xiaohua, who had initially been flustered by her infatuation, shook off her frantic heartbeat and became nonchalant.