The Master's Death
Yi Huan walked forward stiffly with his lips open, then knelt down, not daring to make any other movements.
"This is the Chao Lanyou you've been thinking about, Ah Huan." Peng Zuoyuan lifted the sackcloth for her, holding her neck with his right hand as he approached the corpse. He said provocatively, "Open your eyes wide for me to see."
The person on the ground had torn lips, broken hair, and a rotten neck. His eyes were closed lifelessly, but his important facial features were intact. It was indeed Chao Lanyu who was recognizable.
Yi Huan held the trembling left hand with his right hand, and asked softly from the side: "Did you kill him?"
"Ah Huan, an arrow through the chest won't kill him, but if he bleeds too quickly, Chao Lanyu will surely die in just a cup of tea."
"No..." Yi Huan struggled to retreat and denied: "This is not A Yu, I want to perform an autopsy, this is not him."
"Very well, I will order the coroner here immediately. But Ah Huan, you have to think carefully. Do you want to test for poison or injury? If it's poison, just plug his ears and nose and bite him. As for injury, we'll remove all 206 bones from his body, string them together with hemp rope, and add two liters of wine, five liters of vinegar, and a red oil umbrella to block the light. This is called a steamed bone autopsy. Which one do you want, Ah Huan?"
Her fear played into his hands. Peng Zuoyan gently brushed her scattered hair, and the threats in his mouth were like poison, "Test it or not, Ah Huan, I will listen to you."
Yi Huan didn't want to be humiliated after Chao Lanyu's death, nor did she want him to have his body dissected. Peng Zuoyang calculated this and dared to control her with a fake corpse.
Kneeling on the white bricks, the heartache and sorrow on her face almost solidified.
His face looked so pale, and the bloodstains on his cotton robe had become hard lumps. Yi Huan didn't dare to think about how Chao Lanyu bled before his death, and how painful it was for him to be pierced by the arrow.
"I'm sorry, Ayu. Ayu, please look at me. Ayu, please move a little. Open your eyes and look at me again."
Yi Huan touched Chao Lanyu carefully, tears of regret and heartache streaming down his face, "I'm sorry, I hurt you, Ayu..."
"Ayu!"
Her cries echoed for a long time, and she looked like she had been kneeling beside him for a long time. Peng Zuoyang didn't like it and forced Yi Huan to stand up.
“Pah.”
Peng Zuoyan looked down with a sullen face. Due to the great strength she exerted, resentment was also infused into her. The left cheek bulged out of thin air, and the three-finger handprint on her face turned from red to dark blue, ruining her good looks for nothing.
"Yi Huan, what do you want to do!"
He raised his face and threatened with gritted teeth and cold words.
"You tortured and killed my husband, imprisoned me, and broke up my marriage. Can't I hit you?" Yi Huan faced his unexpected situation and cried out: "Not only do I want to hit you, I also want you to die!"
"Say that again, and I'll twist your tongue."
Seeing her fearless look, Peng Zuoyuan changed the subject, "If you dare to utter even one word, I will cut off one of Chao Lanyou's arms. If you dare to utter two words, I will cut off both arms."
People dare to kill someone who does what he says, let alone humiliate him after his death.
"Is all you can do to threaten me? Not to mention you're a general, your virtue is unworthy of your position! I've been bullied and humiliated by you, can't I even speak out in protest? Why don't you break my legs and slit my throat, so I can never run again and still obey your will."
"Do you want me to spend every night with a useless person?"
Yi Huan faced his displeasure and roared, "You are a coward who dares not kill me. You are just using verbal threats to bully others. People like you deserve to be whipped and sent to hell."
Peng Zuoyan narrowed his eyes, "Yi Huan, you don't want to live anymore, right?"
"I have nothing to fear from death, but living under your command is difficult."
Peng Zuoyan drew the short knife from his waist and touched the corpse's cheek before she could stop him. He stared at her and shouted, "Speak up, Yi Huan, about the question you asked just now."
It was like talking to a cow, and the threat only intensified. Yi Huan sighed deeply, and a choice flashed in his eyes. "Okay! I agree."
Peng Zuoyuan returned home a few days later. The maids entering and leaving Chang Garden all held trays covered with blue and gray linen.
"What is this for?"
"Master, Miss Huan said she wants to tailor a dress..."
My husband is alive and well, but as a concubine, I have to wear mourning clothes. Those two words are too cursed, and Cuixue doesn't even have the courage to say them out loud.
"explain."
Cui Xue closed her eyes and spoke quickly, "Miss Huan needs to cut the mourning clothes, a complete set of cotton and silk burial clothes, and the spirit tablet."
Watching the secretly angry man stride into the yard, Cui Xue secretly thought that something was wrong and followed him a few steps behind to serve him.
Peng Zuoyan walked to Chang Garden. She was saying something, "We need raw linen and hemp rope."
"Or I can just give you a set of mourning clothes and burial clothes, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Okay."
"Or should I arrange for my general's mansion to be turned into a mourning hall, or send you there to be married to him in the afterlife?"
Yi Huan raised his voice in response, "Okay!"
"Yi Huan, don't forget that you are my concubine." Peng Zuoyang was furious and accused her in a strong and resolute manner.
"I am a member of the Chao family in life and a ghost of the Chao family in death. Peng Zuoyao, I am now in mourning for my late husband, and you are the one who interferes."
Peng Zuoyan sneered, stepped over and pushed her to the edge of the stone table, undressed her and said, "Then let him see who you are enjoying yourself with."
"What are you doing! Stop it!"
Cuixue and others didn't dare to look any longer, and left the courtyard one after another, closing the door tightly.
Yi Huan was surprised by his reluctance to give up and scolded him, "This is in the courtyard in broad daylight, let me go."
Yi Huan stabbed him with the hairpin without hesitation. As it was soaked with blood, she was full of hostility. "Peng Zuoyuan, if you dare to touch me again, it will be either you or me."
Peng Zuoyang ignored her, both of them had unbuckled their belts, and his hands touched her sweatshirt.
Her left shoulder was bleeding. Peng Zuoyan held the back of her neck and lowered her head. When their lips and teeth collided, Peng Zuoyan opened his lips and bit them lightly. She groaned in pain, and the blood on her lips was blocked by him and passed into their mouths.
Peng Zuoyan held her arms and jokingly said, "Ah Huan, I've seen you in your fierce moments before. Let's see if I kill you this time, or if you kill me."
Driven by lust and the thought of a dead man who could never rival him, Peng Zuoyan's self-esteem swelled immensely. The soft touch reminded him of many memories from the previous night.
"Ah Huan's body is even more sensitive than before."
The strange touch beneath him was as brutal and invasive as the person himself. Yi Huan cursed and struggled, but his arms could not break free from his strength. With a crisp sound, he could no longer lift his arms.
Peng Zuoyan leaned forward, and while he was distracted, he pinched her arm and said comfortingly, "It's just a dislocation. It can be reconnected. Ah Huan, don't be afraid."
When he calmed down, both of them were sweating, and there was an indescribable smell everywhere they touched.
Peng Zuoyao used his robe as a rope to tie her to the stone table. "Ah Huan, I will give you one night to think carefully about your situation."
"Come back, Peng Zuoyuan, and let them dress me." Yi Huan spoke in a panic. The neatly dressed man resumed his righteous demeanor and behaved in his usual domineering manner.
"Don't worry, Ah Huan. If I don't tell anyone, no one will dare to come in, and no one will see you like this."
The coolness of his skin was not as great as the shame and fear in his heart. He was naked and the cold wind was blowing everywhere. Yi Huan was extremely nervous and could not even move or turn around while being tied up by him.
After fainting from the pain of bone setting, Yi Huan woke up in a daze.
His arms were tied high around his wrists with hemp ropes, and his legs were used to support him. From the waist down, his entire body was immersed in water. A few rays of light barely showed through the gaps in the wooden stick above his head. Looking up, one could vaguely see a corner of his brocade robe as he stood upright.
Opposite Peng Zuoyang was an elderly doctor, and the two were discussing Yi Huan's pulse condition.
"What did you say? Is the time wrong?"
The old doctor bowed and said with certainty, "You are right, General. Your concubine is indeed pregnant. Her pulse is strong and smooth, like beads on a plate. She is already two months pregnant."
The diagnosis was indeed correct. Peng Zuoyang had found Yi Huan only half a month ago. In the previous eight months, he had not touched Yi Huan at all. The bastard could only be Chao Lanyu's.
Facing his changing cold eyes without fear, Yi Huan couldn't help revealing a little anger.
Like a mayfly, short-lived and tiny, it was trying to resist the boulder without knowing its own limitations. Peng Zuoyan actually smiled as he watched it.
His sight moved to her lower abdomen above the water, and a cold light flashed in Peng Zuo'an's eyes. If he could kill one, he could kill this one too.
Yi Huan only saw Peng Zuo'er's lips opening and closing, and the man in the gray robe opposite him bowing with his sleeves. He didn't know what instructions were given to each other. Yi Huan didn't have the energy to watch anymore, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep.
Peng Zuoyang came more frequently, and every time he did something, he always made a lot of noise, with veins bulging like a madman, and showed no mercy at all.
His body was pale from blisters, but Yi Huan still had strength and raised his arm to swing, but was cut off by him.
"It seems Ah Huan is not tired enough. It is because I failed to satisfy you."
Yi Huan spat and provoked him viciously, "Kill me if you have the guts, or I will despise you forever."
"Hasn't I heard enough about Ah Huan's contempt?"
Peng Zuoyan lifted her up with one hand and said in a compliment, "Well done, Ah Huan. I will definitely treat you well."
The water dungeon was very tiring, and with Peng Zuoyang doing things day and night, Yi Huan's body could not bear it anymore. He began to have a fever and talk nonsense, and it was so serious that he could not stay awake.
In Changyuan's master bedroom, Yi Huan was sleeping wrapped in bedding, and the roundness that was first seen half a month ago gradually disappeared.
Peng Zuoyan stood beside them, looking as if he was watching and also as if he was in a daze, making it difficult to guess what he was doing.
"Master, the medicine is ready."
The disadvantages of abortion that the doctor had mentioned rang in her ears, but if she didn't have an abortion now, would she wait for Yi Huan to find out?
Peng Zuoyuan looked at the medicine in the porcelain cup for a few seconds, then waved his hand and said, "Give it to Ah Huan to finish."
Before an hour had passed, blood began to seep from the mattress, Yi Huan's face became even paler, and sweat began to form on his forehead and nose.
Cuixue put the ginseng lozenge in Yi Huan's mouth and wiped the sweat from her face with a towel.
He called a doctor to question him and took his pulse through the bed curtain. The doctor retreated behind the screen and answered him.
"General, peach kernel and safflower are not very harmful to the body. It will take two days for the fetus to be completely expelled before it will take effect."
"I'll leave you at home for the next two days to look after Aunt Huan."
The doctor bowed and answered yes, then sat down and wrote a prescription for recuperation.
Peng Zuoyuan: "The price of medicinal materials is not a concern, the main thing is Aunt Huan's health."
The doctor stood up and responded again, thinking to himself that this family was really hard to understand.
It is understandable that the master of the family needs to make contraceptive soup for his concubine, but the unexpected pregnancy of the concubine violates the master's taboo. Instead of beating Fa Mai to death, he asks the doctor to use good medicine.
The doctor shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He thought that thinking too much would lead to mistakes. Which of the women in the inner chambers of a noble family could live a comfortable life? It was best to deal with the current affairs.
At the beginning of summer, thanks to the three times a day injection of medicine, Yi Huan's complexion has gradually recovered, but he looks dull.
Peng Zuoyan took her to Miyin Pavilion to keep an appointment. Yi Huan didn't like his approach and broke free, saying, "Let me go. I can walk on my own."
Ignoring her avoidance, Peng Zuoyao warned her, "I'm afraid you'll be so frightened that you'll crawl into my arms."
Yi Huan looked up at him, and the contempt on his face had already answered his question.
They arrived the latest, and the halls on all sides were filled with people. Military officers wore arm guards, and civil officials wore either official robes or round-collar robes. Everyone was surrounded by maids, serving them.
Pulling Yi Huan to sit aside, Peng Zuoyan raised his glass and greeted them.
Seeing him reject the approaching courtesan, the people around him joked, "Brother Xishan, you've been around countless beauties, and you usually collect the most. Why is your spear so weak today? Is it because the young lady next to you is being so demanding? Haha."
"Be careful, or you'll die of exhaustion."
A woman wrapped in a short gauze dress came over weakly. When she leaned forward to pour the wine, the red beads on her chest were exposed.
Its owner spoke from a distance, "Peng Xishan, this is my new chick. You can tell it's not her at first glance. I'll take a little loss today. How about the four of us go upstairs and have some fun?"
It is not uncommon to do so in the past. Some people, regardless of the type of person they play with, can be male or female, and they express themselves openly in this circle.
Peng Zuoyuan naturally did not respond. He threw a handful of pine nuts and peaches and cursed at him with a smile.
Turning her gaze to the side, Peng Zuoyan seemed to be happy for her, "Ah Huan, you should have seen that they are concubines like you, but you are treated completely differently from them."
Peng Zuoyan never participated in invitations from many people, so he naturally refused. He threw away a handful of pine nuts and peaches, and cursed at them with a smile.
His gaze shifted to the tranquility before him, and he spoke with a condescending air: "Ah Huan, you should have seen that they are concubines like you, yet you are treated so differently from them."
"Do you want me to be grateful to you and kowtow to the Prime Minister?" Yi Huan's eyes were filled with resentment, but when he talked about the matter, he was sober and calm. "You are no different from them."
"Yeah?"
"You are a crow and they are pigs. You laugh at them and they laugh at you."
Holding her hand as if in a warning, Peng Zuoyan whispered, "Ah Huan is truly knowledgeable."
After a few seconds of silence, she did not respond. Peng Zuoyan also said no more and looked back at the stage.
They gathered together, picked up the nuts thrown on the ground, and stuffed them into a girl's vagina with laughter. All kinds of obscene words were uttered by these well-dressed officials.
Yi Huan thought about his rhetorical question and felt sick to his stomach.
"I want to go out."
"I'll have you watch." He pinched her face and turned her forward, still smiling. "Is this all you can't stand? If you weren't beside me, the person on the stage could be you."
"Why are you so reluctant to play?"
Blood began to flow in the gathered crowd. The concubine looked at her husband for help and took her last breath with disappointment and self-mockery.
"Have you ever tasted the feeling of raping a corpse?"
As this question was uttered, the silence caused by one person's death was overturned, and the extravagant entertainment became even greater than before.
Yi Huan couldn't bear it any longer and turned his head away. He couldn't help but retching when he heard several moans and gasps.
"Have you realized it, Ah Huan?"
Yi Huan disagreed and retorted, "There is retribution in the world, and you will be punished."
"oh?"
Peng Zuoyao was not afraid at all, and replied with interest, "I'm afraid one general wouldn't be enough to vent their anger."
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