Meng Fuyao leaned against the outer wall of the General's residence, her face full of frustration and frustration.
The first reason for her frustration was that a certain someone seemed to be really angry. That day, he stuffed a mouthful of fish into her mouth and left just like that. Even when Lord Yuan Bao left, he deliberately peed at her to show his disdain.
The second reason for her frustration was that Qiaoling had already married into the General's residence for three days. She had the intention to ignore this girl who only wanted to curry favor with the rich and powerful. Perhaps Guo Pingrong would make an exception for her, so why should she meddle? Moreover, Guo Pingrong was already on his guard. If she tried to do anything, she would only be walking into a trap. She was not that foolish. Who knew that she would bump into a few old women who were out shopping that day outside the General's residence? From their conversation, she learned about the tragic situation of the new concubine of the General's residence. After listening to the story, Meng Fuyao stood in a daze and drew circles in the corner of the wall for a long time. Finally, she sighed and went to make some preparations. Before the third hour of the night, she was lying under the eaves of the Guo's residence's inner hall.
The night wind whistled past the eaves. It was already the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, and it was getting late. The poor Meng Fuyao did not have the luxury of a small red clay stove and green vinegar. She was cold at the top, and the wind was heavy all around her, carrying with it an eerie feeling of snow. After lying there for so long, even her eyelashes were covered with a layer of white frost.
However, her eyes were as bright as stars in the dark, sparkling like diamonds. She did not feel tired or timid, and even seemed to be in high spirits.
Under the eaves, a faint sound could be heard. Though it was soft, it was extremely penetrating in the silent cold night. It was the mournful moans and cries of a woman, and the passionate gasps of a man. The faint red shadow of the gauze on the window paper vaguely reflected the figures of a man and a woman entangled together. It was blurry yet ambiguous. One could imagine the blazing fire in the room, the warmth of spring, and the red waves between the embroidered bed and the jade tent. The touching skin, the mixed sweat, the fragrant rouge, and the slightly fishy smell of bodily fluids all turned into a restless and lingering rhythm, disrupting the originally peaceful pulse of the night.
The people in the room tossed and turned restlessly throughout the night. Meng Fuyao leaned on the eaves to eavesdrop on the commotion. She was wearing thick clothes anyway. Zong Yue had given her a close-fitting coat a few days ago. Although it looked thin, it was extremely light and warm to wear. There was a faint medicinal smell on the collar, but everything that the Medical Sage took out always carried a medicinal smell, so Meng Fuyao did not mind.
Deep into the night, it suddenly snowed heavily. Snowflakes fell from the dark sky like plum blossoms, and not long after, the person lying on the roof was covered in a layer of snow. From afar, she looked like a sculpture made of snow.
At the fourth watch, there was a knock on the door below, and Guo Pingrong came out, dressed in a brocade robe and heavy coat. Immediately, a guard who had been waiting in the corridor went up to him, handed him a coat and opened an umbrella, and escorted him out.
Looking at the winding footprints on the snowy ground and the surroundings gradually returning to silence, Meng Fuyao lifted a few tiles and floated down from the roof like a snowflake.
The moment she landed, she shook off the snow and smiled at Qiao Ling, who was crying on the bed. "I'm here again."
Qiao Ling lifted her head abruptly and stared at her with teary eyes. Meng Fuyao shrugged. "I was unlucky the last time I bumped into your man spending his wedding night in your room. This time, I've seen him leave. Don't tell me we've met again?"
Qiao Ling propped herself up and stared at her in a daze. After a while, tears began to flow down her face like a waterfall.
Meng Fuyao sighed and did not want to say anything else. With her sharp eyes, Qiao Ling could see the terrible bruises and scars all over Qiao Ling's body. She could imagine how terrible the situation was under the blanket.
Meng Fuyao did not go forward immediately. Instead, she walked to the dressing table and lifted the bronze mirror to take a look at herself. Then, she put the mirror back and smiled. "The snow made my face wet." She picked up a handkerchief from the table and wiped her face and neck.
After wiping her face, she walked to Qiao Ling's side and lifted the blanket. Her gaze landed on Qiao Ling's lower body and she gasped. She then turned away, took a cloak and draped it over Qiao Ling, and squatted down with her back facing Qiao Ling.
Qiao Ling held onto the cloak in a daze, not knowing what to do. Meng Fuyao said impatiently, "Don't tell me you still don't want to leave?"
Opposite her, the bronze mirror on the dressing table had already been adjusted to reflect Qiao Ling, who was standing behind her. Her fear seemed very real.
Meng Fuyao looked into the mirror. She was no fool. As someone who had roamed the martial world for many years, she would never betray her belief that she should never expose her back to others, even if the person behind her did not know martial arts.
She knew that there was a tiger in the mountain, but she still chose to go there. Naturally, she had to be careful with every step. If she were to be foolish enough to throw her life away just to save someone, it would be too shameful. If Yuan Zhaoxu knew about it, he would despise her to death.
Qiao Ling finally lay on her back timidly. She sniffled and said softly, "Little Brother Meng … I was wrong …"
"Who hasn't made a mistake in this world? As long as there's a chance to make up for it, it doesn't matter. "Meng Fuyao put Qiao Ling on her back and tied her tightly with a silk belt.
Qiao Ling's tears soaked the clothes on her back as she sobbed, "He's not human … he's not human …"
Meng Fuyao was silent, her heart filled with sorrow. She had been wary of Qiao Ling and was prepared to leave at any time, but when she saw the girl's serious injuries, she immediately understood that the girl had suffered irreparable damage. Even the trick of self-injury would not be able to achieve this. She sighed and reached out to pat Qiao Ling's back. "How long have you been here? Are you familiar with the roads?"
Qiao Ling shook her head and replied with tears in her eyes, "I've been locked up in my room."
Meng Fuyao hummed in acknowledgment and was about to return to where they came from when she suddenly heard Qiao Ling say, "… But I heard from the old woman who served me that there aren't many guards in the General's residence because the General is an expert himself. I think there are more guards in the Hall of Discipline in the south, while there are fewer people in the West Garden where the servants live. I heard that there's a back door that leads directly out."
"Why did they tell you all this?" Meng Fuyao turned to look at her.
Qiao Ling whimpered, "I don't know … but they look at me with pity … Brother Meng, every day … I look forward to your arrival …"
Meng Fuyao hummed again before suddenly saying, "I heard on the streets today that General Guo once said that anyone who can defeat him can make any request that he can fulfill."
Without waiting for Qiao Ling's reply, she suddenly struck Qiao Ling's numbing acupoint and kicked the door open. Dragging a chair, she jumped up and shouted, "Guo Pingrong, come out! Let's fight!"
"Clap! Clap! Clap! "
Suddenly, a clap rang out in the darkness as Guo Pingrong turned around from the corner of a corridor and sneered. "Good, good hearing. You actually know that I haven't gone far. How brave of you to challenge me to a duel."
Meng Fuyao laughed heartily. "You've been waiting for me for a long time. How could you bear to leave? The moment I step out, you'll immediately ambush me. After all, how many people in this world can take off your pants? It's only natural that you want to entertain me well. "
Guo Pingrong's expression changed. He had always been a proud and vengeful person. That day when he was plotted against by Meng Fuyao in front of all the guards was the greatest humiliation he had ever experienced in his life. Now that Meng Fuyao had brought it up in public, he was even more enraged.
"I knew it was you!" Guo Pingrong took a deep breath. His expression was steely as he lifted his robe and dashed forward like a shooting star.
Meng Fuyao raised her leg and kicked the chair away. The chair spun and flew towards Guo Pingrong, who slammed it down with his palm. The chair shattered into countless pieces, and Meng Fuyao took the opportunity to jump out of the window.
As she did so, she saw a group of guards rushing in from all directions. The group in front knelt in unison and aimed their longbows at the two of them. "Aiya!" Meng Fuyao cried out and tripped. "Why are there so many of them?" she cried out in panic.
As she fell, a bundle suddenly rolled out from her bosom. The bundle opened up, and golden pearls rolled out to the feet of the guards. Meng Fuyao screamed in panic and chased after them. "This is what I'll be relying on for the rest of my life. Don't touch it!"
The golden light was dazzling, and the pearls were round and shiny in the dark snow. The eyes of the guard holding the bow lit up when he saw this.
Their monthly salary was no more than five taels of silver, but the bundle in the young man's bosom was a huge fortune. They did not know why Meng Fuyao was here, but it seemed like she was here to elope with her new concubine. They did not know which mansion she had stolen the treasure from. If they did not pick it up now, when would they?
Guo Pingrong had already rushed over. His attention was focused on Meng Fuyao, so he did not notice the gold and silver on the ground. "What are you hesitating for? Shoot! Shoot at her lower body! "
The guards kept their eyes on the ground and glanced at each other warily. A lean guard hesitated for a moment, but finally could not resist the temptation of the gold. The moment he raised his bow, his fingers curled up and tightly grasped an ingot of gold beside him.
His action made the others unable to resist any longer, and they all picked up the jewels on the ground.
It was only then that Guo Pingrong saw the jewels in their hands. "Put it down!" he shouted.
"Pfft!"
An extremely light shattering sound rang out in the snowy night. It was not much louder than the sound of falling snow, but everyone's expression changed in an instant.
The sound came from the guard who had picked up the gold first. In his agitation, he had grabbed it too tightly, and the "gold" had actually shattered in his palm.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, a stream of black water shot out from the shattered gold and splashed everywhere. In the hazy snow, the water splashed in a hair-raising arc.
"Ah!"
The bodyguard and the bodyguards beside him were immediately splashed with the black liquid. The black liquid started to burn, instantly burning away their clothes and blackening their skin. The bodyguards cried out miserably as they fell to the ground. When their blackened skin came into contact with the ground, it was immediately lacerated, leaving bloody marks on the ground.
At the same time, more people who had picked up the jewels screamed and rolled on the ground. Guo Pingrong was so angry that his face turned ashen. He saw Meng Fuyao sneering and leaping over like a gust of wind. Her voice bounced like pearls in the snowy night, striking the cold and silent night with each sound.
"Gold has a price, but poison is priceless. It's not a loss to take one for free! The human heart is greedy, and who can avoid it? You're a big idiot! General Guo, the salary you give your employees seems to be too low. Otherwise, why would they fight to pick up this poisonous gold? Haha! "
Her figure swayed in front of a tree, but she did not run. Instead, she shook her legs and looked at Guo Pingrong provocatively with her arms crossed.
Guo Pingrong growled. His iron robe rolled up into a solid iron plate in the snow and swept across the space in front of him. Meng Fuyao only ran when she saw him approaching.
Guo Pingrong chased up to the tree. When he looked up, he saw a painting hanging on the tree. It was a wretched man in embroidered robes standing on the high wall with a bow in his arms. His top was luxurious, but his pants were pulled down to his ankles, revealing a pair of shiny, hairy legs.
With just one look, Guo Pingrong felt dizzy and his blood rushed to his chest. He was so angry that his vision turned black and he let out a roar.
His roar caused the night to tremble, but it did not even disturb the smile on Meng Fuyao's face. When you hit someone, you must hit their face. When you scold someone, you must open their scars. This was her life motto.
Guo Pingrong stared at the humiliating painting and could no longer suppress his anger. He reached out his hand and punched the painting into pieces.
"Boom!"
There was a sudden explosion, and a cloud of black smoke mixed with fire burst out of the tree. The black smoke was like a dragon, instantly wrapping Guo Pingrong's arm, carrying shredded paper, flesh, and blood. The people around the tree were all shrouded in black smoke.
Guo Pingrong's pained cry broke the silence of the snowy night. Wild dogs barked in the distance.
There was still a fireball hidden under the painting. Guo Pingrong was so agitated that he threw a punch, causing the fireball to explode and injure his arm.
Meng Fuyao's vicious plan was a success. The poison ingot killed the guards, diverted Guo Pingrong's attention, took the opportunity to paste the wretched poster of the fireball on the tree, Guo Pingrong exploded in anger, punched the painting, and the fireball exploded.
The moment the fireball exploded, Meng Fuyao did not stop. She laughed and gave Qiao Ling a middle finger. She carried Qiao Ling and headed west toward the West Garden, where the servants lived.
The cold snowflakes hit her face, making her feel refreshed. She ran faster and faster with a person on her back, sweeping through the houses like a gust of wind, leaving the screams of pain, smoke, and flesh far behind.
Some houses appeared in front of her. Meng Fuyao looked around and saw something strange on the wall behind one of the courtyards. It looked like a small door. Without hesitation, she ran toward it.
There was no one guarding the courtyard, and it was empty. A flight of stairs led up, and she could vaguely see the central room at the end. It was dark and serene, like a huge mouth. At the end of the hall, there was a board that shone faintly, but the words on it could not be seen clearly because of the distance.
Meng Fuyao narrowed her eyes and slowed her steps. "What is this place? It doesn't look like a servant's room … "
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a numbness behind his ears. Then, all the blood in his body seemed to slow down and stop flowing. His consciousness also became blurry. The snowflakes that filled the sky were spinning and expanding, pressing down on him like a heavy boulder.
The voice sounded distant, as if someone was speaking through three layers of cowhide. She could vaguely tell that it was Qiao Ling's cries.
Her cries were filled with panic, guilt, helplessness, and sorrow.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry … the general promised me that as long as I captured you, he would treat me well … My whole life … I beg you!"
A voice floated over from afar, filled with murderous intent, complacency, coldness, and lust. It was Guo Pingrong's voice.
"How dare you barge into the general's Discipline Hall! You must report this to the crown prince, and your entire family will be executed!"
She paused for a moment and said in surprise, "The crown prince actually came here from the Shangyang Palace? What's so urgent? Is the southern border restless again? "
There was a moment of silence. In Meng Fuyao's gradually drifting consciousness, she heard Guo Pingrong's sinister laughter. The sound of clothes, belts, and swords being unfastened sounded like swaying water waves.
"Just in time! I'll enjoy you first, and when I'm done, I'll hand you over to His Highness for trespassing on military grounds! "
**
I have four pieces of news for my relatives: one good news, one bad news, one not so good for me, but good for them, and one not so good for them, but good for me.
The good news is that my chorus has finally come to an end.
The bad news is that I've been sent to participate in a quiz, but it's not a big problem.
The bad news is that I've been sent to participate in a quiz, but it's not a big problem.
The good news is that I've been informed that the chorus has finally come to an end.
I paused for a moment, waiting for the eggs to fly over to send off the public portion of 'Boost'.
If there are no eggs for me, I'll say a few more words.
This isn't the first time I've added a V, and my readers should know how to add a V for 'Boost'. I won't say anything unnecessary. I just want to tell you that I hope to be a responsible, honest author who will always strive to live up to the expectations of my readers, and polish every word and plot with all my might. My readers, I've always been grateful to you, and I don't think I have the right to ask anything of you. My only hope is that if you leave, it's not because you think Longan's character is too bad.
Her story had just begun, and it was the last chapter before the V was added. Perhaps my readers were a little puzzled and disappointed by Fuyao's foolish actions and unwarranted provocation. But please believe me, Fuyao, who is destined to spread her wings for 90,000 miles, is the main character of this strong woman novel. I won't easily deviate from the purpose and character design of this novel. The following intense conflict and the reaction of Zhangsun Wuji's arrival are what I truly want to write.
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