The Tale of the Bitter Cold
Smell?
Ji Yunshu wrinkled her nose and sniffed her body.
Jing Rong was an honest man. He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against her body.
Ji Yunshu shrank her shoulders and took two steps back.
"I didn't ask you to smell like that."
"If I don't smell like that, how would I know if you smell like that?"
He spoke in a serious tone.
He had a naughty air about him.
His peach blossom eyes seemed to want to pierce a hole through Ji Yunshu.
Ji Yunshu felt a little uncomfortable, so she quickly walked away, unwilling to pay attention to him.
Jing Rong chased after her for a few steps. He leaned forward and leaned against her small and thin shoulders as he said, "Yunshu, oh, Yunshu, you have a scent on you. It's just that it's neither salty nor faint, neither cloudy nor clear. What is it? It's like … a woman's fragrance. "
Pfft!
Ji Yunshu almost vomited blood. She glared at him.
Then, she stretched out her fingers and twirled them in front of his face. She raised her clear eyes and met Jing Rong's evil gaze.
"Wrong guess. It's not a woman's fragrance, but the smell of a corpse. After I touched Old Master Zhang's body, I didn't have time to wash my hands. Why don't you smell more carefully and see if it's the smell of a corpse?"
As she spoke, she moved her hands to Jing Rong's nose.
Jing Rong's face was full of disgust. He immediately jumped away as if he had stepped on dog shit.
"Ji Yunshu, you are deliberately disgusting me."
"You are clearly disgusting me. What woman's fragrance? You really should get Mo Ruo to treat your nose. "
"…"
He was speechless.
At this moment, Jing Rong wanted to strangle her to death, but the thought only flashed through his mind. After all, this woman was his sleeping pill in the long night.
Ji Yunshu frowned and said softly, "Actually, it's not your fault that you can't smell it. After all … you are not a cat."
After saying that, he quickly walked forward.
Behind her —
"Hey hey hey, Ji Yunshu, explain it clearly to this Prince. This Prince is not a cat, I am a dragon!"
I am a dragon!
I am a dragon!
It was a real dragon, okay?
Ji Yunshu snickered.
Sometimes, Jing Rong was more adorable than Wei Yi.
Before long, the two of them arrived at Anfu Prison!
She didn't allow Jing Rong to follow her and went to see Zhan Mo alone.
The air in the prison was very humid, and it was suffused with a foul and humid smell. It was extremely unpleasant.
She frowned and furrowed her brows.
The woman in the cell was sitting on the ground with her back leaning against the cold wall. Her costume had been torn in many places, and blood seeped out from it.
Ji Yunshu squatted down in front of her and knelt on one knee. She reached out and pinched her cheeks. Her fingertips were neither too heavy nor too light.
But he forced her to meet his gaze.
Lao Mo's pale face was still smeared with paint that had not been washed clean by the jailer. The paint stuck to his face like a paste.
Her eyes were empty and powerless, and the corners of her mouth were curled up into a smile.
But it was extremely bitter!
She asked, "Have you come to save me?"
"No!"
To speak concisely and comprehensively
"Then what do you want to know?"
Ji Yunshu replied in a flat tone, "Let's see what you want to tell me."
Interesting!
"Answer?" Zhan Mo's tone was very weak.
"I'm not here for an answer, but for the process."
"Process?" She blinked.
Ji Yunshu's grip on her jaw was so tight that she couldn't break free. Her pale lips cracked into a smile again as she said, "In the court, that young master told me to wait for you here and tell you everything. Alright, I'll tell you."
Her words fell!
Ji Yunshu loosened her grip.
Zhan Mo's head leaned back weakly against the wall. Her slightly narrowed eyes carried a trace of unreadable emotion.
"It's been a long time, really a long time …"
Her voice was very soft, so soft that if one didn't listen carefully, they wouldn't be able to hear it.
Ji Yunshu didn't interrupt her and continued listening.
Zhan Mo continued, "My mother said that I was born in a mass grave. Since I was young, my mother and I depended on each other. When I was five, she passed away, and I had no choice but to be sold to an opera troupe as an apprentice, hoping that I could make ends meet. I stayed there for twenty years. The Southern City Opera Troupe was like a dream. All these years, I've sung 'The Villager's Dream' countless times. But Teacher, do you know the story of 'The Villager's Dream'?"
Ji Yunshu nodded. "The story of the poor."
"Mm, it's the story of the poor. Born in a wealthy family, the poor fell in love with the master of a wealthy family. In the end, she got pregnant, but was beaten to death by the madam of the family. Then, she was thrown into a mass grave. Fortunately, she survived and gave birth to the child. This story is both tragic and tragic."
Tears fell from the corners of Zhan Mo's eyes as she spoke.
Ji Yunshu continued listening intently.
Zhan Mo's lips were still curved into a smile as she looked at Ji Yunshu.
"Teacher, can you understand the pain of having to rely on medicine since birth? Can you understand the pain of wanting to die but not being able to? "She shook her head slightly." No, how can you understand? I've been taking medicine for twenty-five years, not daring to stop. Fortunately, the heavens blessed me with a golden voice. All these years, I've sung countless operas and 'The Villager's Dream'. It was as if I was reenacting my mother's story. Every line I sang was heartbreaking. I knew that I couldn't have my cake and eat it too.
The heavens blessed me with a golden voice, but deprived me of the right to live. I couldn't touch the Fu Ginseng due to my illness, but consuming it could improve my voice. In order to become famous, I chose to consume the Fu Ginseng. Finally, a month ago, the Zhang Estate sent an invitation to the Southern City Opera Troupe. I knew that my chance had come. I also knew that it would be the last time I sang 'The Villager's Dream'. From then on, there would be no more 'The Villager's Dream'. My mother's story finally ended. I don't have to relive the same dream again and again.
Relief!
Zhan Mo tilted her head and looked at a small window on the wall at the side. Rays of light shone in from the corner of her eye.
The light shone on the damp straw in the cell, forming a faint white mist.
She slowly raised her hand and opened her slender fingers. When she came into contact with the light, her fingers curled up slowly, trying to catch it. However, the light penetrated her skin the moment she clenched her fist. It flowed out of her fingers like flowing sand.
Not a single trace was left!
Then, she took a deep breath.
"But … why isn't she dead?" Zhan Mo asked.
Her eyes were filled with indignation.
Her? Who was she?
Ji Yunshu propped herself up and looked down at the woman who was riddled with scars.
She told her, "Don't worry. You've sung 'The Villager's Dream' for so many years. It will definitely have the best ending. And it will definitely be the ending you've been waiting for."
She raised her head to look at Ji Yunshu and said, "Thank you."
Then, she asked, "Teacher, can you do me another favor?"
"Speak."
"I have an incense burner. It was left to me by my mother before she passed away. If I die, please tell the people at the Southern City Opera Troupe to bury the incense burner along with me."
"Alright."
Ji Yunshu didn't say anything else and turned to leave.
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