Fine, she'd endured it. What hardship hadn't the leader of this stronghold suffered? But couldn't they at least stop smearing the medicinal oil all over her face? When Pei Yuan's hand reached her earlobe and then climbed up to her chest, she finally couldn't take it anymore.
What are you doing?
Pei Yuan said seriously, "Apply the medicated wine."
"I wasn't touched in the chest," Qiu Su said indignantly.
"To prevent my wife from accidentally bumping into these two babies while walking tomorrow."
Qiu Su was speechless and raised her foot to kick, but Pei Yuan had already thrown away the medicated oil and was focused on dealing with the person in front of him.
It's true that youth is prone to pleasure. Pei Yuan had absolutely no scholarly airs in bed; he was nothing but a scoundrel. So what's the use of good looks if you're not refined at all, and have a thuggish side to you?
Qiu Su already felt rather unpleasant, and after being pinned down and thoroughly violated in the first round, she resolutely used an Iron Sand Palm to extinguish Pei Yuan's desire to attack again. Pei Yuan got up from the ground and became obedient, but stared at Qiu Su for a long time, then chuckled twice and said, "My wife's tearful eyes make me especially want to ravage her."
Listen to this! Is this what a human being says? It's clearly about building one's own happiness on the suffering of others. They seem to be just like that domineering blue-eyed guy.
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Qingfeng Theater:
Qingfeng tells a story: Today's story is about the pigeon eggs at Old Pei's house. It's not easy for a mother pigeon to lay an egg; she only lays two at a time, hoping they'll hatch into little chicks. Usually, they'd leave one or two nests for them to comfort them after all the hard work of laying the eggs. But one day, for some reason, Miss Pei's head suddenly went blank, and most of the new eggs in the pigeon coop were taken away. Thankfully, the pigeon leader chirped twice, announcing the next round of warming the pigeons, starting from the east corner of the coop.
But no sooner had it given the order than the fat old cook returned, not only stealing the remaining pigeon eggs but also capturing two squabs. Alas, the heavens are determined to destroy the gray pigeon clan.
The next day, as the leader flew over the east courtyard, it saw leftover pigeon egg soup in a dog's bowl. Enraged, its wings gave way, and it plummeted from the sky. It thought its life had finally come to an end. Alas, unable to protect its people, what fear was there of death? What joy was there in living?
Unexpectedly, it overheard the following conversation and never woke up again.
The little white dog cried out, "Mommy, there's meat to eat!"
The mountain lord raised his eyelids slightly, "You can fall down even if you fly, you idiot! Be good, we won't eat it, it will affect the baby's development."
Author's Note: Did you see that? My short story? Hehe, "The Female Corpse Official's Personal Love," a sudden, quirky zombie short story, hehe~
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27. Who broke my bed leg...?
For several days, there was no movement from the pink lantern. Qiu Su was initially uneasy, but gradually forgot about it. Lingling often came to play in the East Courtyard and became quite familiar with the Mountain Lord. Within the Mountain Lord's permitted time, she would hug the little white dog Xue'er and call it Xue'er affectionately.
Qiu Su asked He Zhuo to secretly arrange for the people from that teahouse to find a reasonable excuse to leave the capital safely. However, when He Zhuo returned, he told her that the family had already left the capital, and the teahouse was currently being renovated and was supposed to be converted into a grain store. He Zhuo searched for several days but couldn't find a single clue.
Qiu Su felt uneasy. Although the teahouse was run by an old man and his grandson, and it was possible that they had left out of fear, it was impossible that there were no clues at all. After thinking it over, Qiu Su secretly left the mansion.
Don't blame her for sneaking out of the manor; she simply didn't dare mention leaving again before the scar on Lingling's forehead disappeared. Her mother-in-law didn't say anything, and Lingling seemed indifferent, but she couldn't help feeling a pang of regret. What was once a beautiful young girl, with a face so delicate it seemed like you could pinch water out of it, suddenly had a scar the size of a soybean—it was truly a pity and heartbreaking.
The old teahouse was indeed undergoing renovations. Qiu Su didn't dare to go up and ask, but frowned and stared at it from across the street for a long time, pondering the possibility that the owner had been captured by the Lu family. But then she thought it didn't make sense. Even if Pink Lantern had told them, let alone that she wouldn't, Prime Minister Lu wouldn't have dealt with such a small family in the capital without asking any questions.
“Susu, maybe he really did leave on his own. The Lu family wouldn’t bother with such a small shop.”
Qiu Su nodded, then frowned and shook her head. Before she could look away, she saw someone running quickly down the street and, by sheer coincidence, slip into the restaurant. From Qiu Su's angle, she could clearly see more than a dozen armed constables chasing after her. As they approached, they scattered and headed towards several shops.
Qiu Su tapped her fingers on the table, but the curtain to the room was hastily lifted from the outside. It was the same person from before, wearing a dark purple robe, with a large dark patch on one arm, which must have been stained with blood.
"Officers of the Duke's Mansion, here to arrest the traitors! Anyone harboring traitors will be executed!"
There was a brief commotion downstairs, which quickly subsided. Qiu Su looked away and down at the street, saying, "There are definitely more people here than where we are. You can tell by the number of people on the street."
He Zhuo also turned to look downstairs, "I still think Pingcheng is better."
"That's true." Qiu Su smiled and said, "You haven't gotten used to it yet?"
"It's alright, it's just that I feel cooped up in the yard. When can Susu come over and keep me company more often?"
Qiu Su glanced sideways. "Nobody stopped you."
"Hmm, you never stopped me."
Qiu Su shook her head and continued watching the pedestrians downstairs.
The only table in the room where Qiu Su and her companion were sitting was covered by a tablecloth that reached the floor. The surrounding area was bare, except for a decorative shelf.
Someone came upstairs, their footsteps growing louder. The man in dark purple stood behind the door, watching Qiu Su for a long time before silently disappearing under the tablecloth. Qiu Su pretended not to see him, and she didn't even glance at He Zhuo.
The curtain was lifted again, and a constable stepped in, coldly scanning the room. "Did you see anyone?"
Qiu Su shook her head, put down her teacup, and said to He Zhuo, "We should go back too."
The two stood up, and Qiu Su looked at the constables at the door and said, "Sir, would you like to search us?"
The constable glanced at the empty room, then flung the curtain aside and went out. He Zhuo looked under the table, Qiu Su shook her head, and left the room first.
"Susu." He Zhuo quickly caught up and whispered, "Are you really not going to save her?"
"What does it have to do with us?"
"You didn't ask me to investigate..."
"How can you be so sure it's him? The Ji family isn't that stupid." Qiu Su looked back at the location of the restaurant and pouted, "Don't act rashly. This is the capital. If we're not careful, we'll bring trouble to Ziqing."
This time it was He Zhuo's turn to scoff, "Ziqing? Hmm."
Qiu Su glanced at He Zhuo, who was standing with his arms crossed and looking displeased, and sighed inwardly.
The teahouse not far away presented a different scene. On the second floor, in the middle, two sisters were playing stringed instruments and singing. Their voices were soft and gentle, their words murmuring and sweet, possessing a distinct Jiangnan charm. At the table opposite the two sisters were three young men. The man in purple was gently patting his knees and playing a tune, while the other two were looking out the window.
"Brother Ziqing, do you think this person is real or fake?" A man in a shiny silver-gray robe asked with a smile as he watched the constable run past.
"How could a person be fake?" Pei Yuan took a sip of wine, glanced at Lu Lingyun, the second son of the Lu family, who was in a daze on the other side, and said with a smirk, "Yifan, I heard that Sister Qing'er has been a little unwell lately?"
Lu Lingyun opened her eyes, turned her head to look at the two sisters who were still singing softly, and shook her head regretfully.
"They're singing a really good song."