Chapter 14 Yuanyuan is in pain Ji's mother suddenly said: "Zheng...
Ji's mother suddenly said, "Master Zheng, I have an unwelcome request."
Zheng Yong retracted his gaze, looked at Ji's mother and said, "You can talk as you please."
"If anything goes wrong with me, could you please go to the General's Mansion in the east of the city and seek help from General Yan?"
At the General's Mansion in the east of the city, Zheng Yong had recently heard some rumors about the prefectural government from his colleagues. He hesitated and was about to speak, but when he saw Ji's mother's uncontrollable strong worry and even a panicked look in her eyes, he swallowed the words back.
"Yong'er——"
Zheng's mother's voice came from far away in the yard.
"Hey, Mom, here I come."
Zheng Yong raised his voice and responded. He turned to Ji's mother and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Ji. I will take this matter to heart."
"Oh, thank you so much. Go back soon. Your mother's eyesight is not good. Don't let her worry about her." Ji's mother regained her usual gentle expression and said with concern.
"Aunt Ji isn't feeling well, so hurry back." Zheng Yong took two steps, then turned back and said comfortingly, "Miss Ji and the others are blessed by fate and will definitely return safely. Perhaps something just delayed them."
Ji's mother nodded in response, watched Zheng Yong enter the house, and then looked out into the dark night, hoping that the three siblings would appear at the end of the alley, talking and laughing.
Accompanied by the cold wind at night, Ji's mother couldn't help but fall into deep memories——
Her three children, the apple of her eye.
Yuanyuan is a spoiled but strong-willed person. She has outstanding character, talent, and appearance, but she is too stubborn. Once she has made up her mind, no matter how others try to persuade her, she will not change.
Ruru is well-behaved and obedient. Although she is not as smart as her siblings, she has a gentle temperament and is the most skilled female worker.
Qin Nian is the youngest, but he is smart and matures early. You can't hide anything from him.
Mother Ji was thinking about her children and looking forward to it.
Yuanyuan is coveted by evil people and it is difficult to deal with her. The fact that she has not returned for such a long time may be related to this... Mother Ji could not help but tighten the fence under her hands.
The rough wood was soaked by snow water and frozen, and it felt rough and slippery to the touch. Ji's mother pinched the water stains on her hands and was a little dazed for a moment.
There were shadows at the entrance of the alley, with firelight and human figures overlapping.
Ji's mother looked at it from afar and felt that it was quite a big scene and it didn't seem like it belonged to her children.
When they got closer, they saw that the people who came were all dressed in the clothes of servants in the prefectural government and were very aggressive.
As if everything was settled, Ji's mother closed her eyes, and her heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.
…
The thatched hut had poor sound insulation, and the sound of the arrest was heard clearly by Zheng's mother and son in the room.
With a bit of unconscious self-preservation, Zheng Yong did not act immediately, but chose to go straight to the general's mansion early the next morning.
But he was told that the general had gone out.
At that moment, Zheng Yong felt as if he had been hit hard.
The selfish fear of being implicated was suddenly exposed in his heart. He was filled with regret and asked with some hope: "When will the general return?"
"The time of return is uncertain, but it will always be before the expedition."
Zheng Yong felt relieved. When he was about to ask more, he saw the doorman's expression and realized that when the expedition would start was not something an ordinary citizen like him should ask.
He collapsed in despair and thanked her. From then on, he came every day, asking as if to atone for his sins, "Has the general returned yet?"
Until the day of heavy snow.
......
When the governess brought people in, Ji Yunchan was sitting on the bed, looking at the snow outside the window.
Although she was under close surveillance these days, the people in the prefecture did not treat her harshly.
At the end of that day, the prefect suddenly changed his mind and was willing to give her a quick death.
Compared to being tortured to the point of sadness by Bing Luzi, dancing in red in the snow has a kind of magnificence of living towards death, which can be considered as her good ending.
Good. End.
If this can be considered a good ending.
Ji Yunchan thought of her imprisoned mother and siblings. Will they have a good end?
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be alive and well?"
The teacher's sarcastic tone drew Ji Yunchan's attention back. She raised her eyes with little energy, her delicate, snow-white face, the size of a palm, expressionless. "What's the matter?"
Seeing her indifferent reaction, the teaching nanny became angry.
Thinking of the steward's repeated orders not to hit the child and to serve him well, the teacher became extremely angry.
Fortunately, this bitch's life is over.
Thinking of this, the teaching nanny felt a rare sense of relief. She threw the red dress to Ji Yunchan and said, "Don't be ungrateful. This is top-quality silk."
"Put it on, today is your day."
Then he turned around, not wanting to stay here any longer.
Ji Yunchan suddenly realized that today was the day they wanted her to die.
These days seemed so long and vague, and she had tried everything but failed to escape. She now recalled the heart-wrenching pain she felt when the steward specifically told her about her family's recent situation.
From then on, she was forced to learn dancing during the day and persuade herself to stay alive at night.
The dance was indeed well choreographed and magnificent. It paid tribute to the gods and ghosts above, comforted all living beings below, and sacrificed one's soul like a moth to a flame.
It's just extremely exhausting. You don't even notice it while jumping, but as soon as you stop, your limbs become as soft as mud and it's difficult to stand up.
When the night was deep and quiet, Ji Yunchan hugged her trembling legs tightly, and she had thought about dying.
Death is but a breath away, leaving only infinite sorrow and even worse fates for those close to you.
Those who wanted her dead could still sleep soundly every night.
Ji Yunchan's fingertips dug into her palm, and the painful flesh aroused her will to live.
Alive.
As long as you are alive, everything is possible.
......
And now, has it really come to this?
She unconsciously thought of Yan Heng again... She had been thinking of him unconsciously these days, wondering if he would come to save her. As she thought about it, she thought of her debt to him.
At this point, she smiled softly.
Forget it.
Ji Yunchan reached out and grasped the dance costume.
......
The snowy days in Shuozhou are colder than I imagined.
When she stepped barefoot onto the elaborately crafted drum, Ji Yunchan felt as if all the winter wind and snow were crashing down on her.
He was wearing only a midriff-baring coat and a red shirt, and his fingers were red from the cold.
It doesn’t matter, she’ll get hot when she dances. Every time she dances this dance, she sweats profusely.
Ji Yunchan stretched her limbs to the beat of the drum, held her head high, and placed her hands on her forehead, as if praying to the heavens.
As the heavy beat fell, his arms rotated, drawing a circle like the scorching sun in the air, and his feet stepped forward, making a dull sound on the big drum.
The whistling wind fluttered her cuffs, making her look as majestic as the military flag fluttering in the wind.
She spun and jumped, her waist bent down to become a moon, her steps quickened and then slowed down, her red sleeves fluttering, Ji Yunchan really didn't feel so cold anymore.
The sun was hidden in the thick clouds, so it was naturally not so dazzling in such a day.
But the one dancing on the drum is as dazzling as tomorrow.
Her limbs danced according to memory. The wind and snow in her face reduced her strength and body temperature, but Ji Yunchan was completely unaware and just kept jumping.
Like a moth to a flame.
When she raised her head, Ji Yunchan stared at the real sun without blinking. She still didn't know which was more cruel, dying now or dying in the future.
After just two hours, she could clearly feel her strength draining away.
Is it possible that people would think about such boring questions when they are about to die?
It’s still so cold... The wind feels like a knife on my face, it hurts so much.
The heat generated by dancing was gradually eroded and could not withstand the wind and snow.
The sensation in her limbs gradually disappeared, and Ji Yunchan only felt that her fingertips had become stiff and not as flexible as before.
She slowly closed her eyes, thinking about her carefree days in the capital, as if trying to gain some comfort from them to resist the creeping stiffness.
But that little bit of comfort was so weak that any stronger wind would bring her back to reality.
It's so bitter.
Dad, Mom.
Frost and snow accumulated between her carefully drawn eyebrows, and Ji Yunchan felt that every limb was extremely cold.
Is my daughter really so guilty?
The mist exhaled seemed to turn into frost, the snow on the drum rose and fell with the vibration, and the feet stepping on the drum surface had turned purple and red.
Dad... Mom...
The fear in her heart was infinitely magnified, and Ji Yunchan felt uncomfortable breathing.
......Ah Heng.
My limbs felt as if they were filled with lead, so heavy that I could hardly lift them.
Save me... Who will save me... The will to survive in my heart is struggling, but there is only increasingly violent wind and snow in front of me.
Ji Yunchan felt her face was numb from the cold.
But no one came forward, leaving only the drumbeats that became increasingly faint under the raging wind and snow.
She gradually felt despair and slowly closed her eyes.
This time, she only felt that the wind and snow gradually stopped, and in front of her, her deceased grandmother waved to her slowly and lovingly.
"Yuanyuan, come to me."
"grandmother......"
Ji Yunchan felt a sore nose and whimpered softly, "Yuanyuan hurts so much."
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