Chapter 2: Feeding Wine (Edited) Zhao Huaixu’s originally pale thin lips now…
When the guards in the dungeon heard Fang Yilan's words, they understood what he meant and malicious expressions appeared on their faces. They exchanged glances with each other and laughed tacitly.
The onlookers immediately came up with a plan in their minds. They immediately leaned over and clasped their hands together, "Come here! Take him away."
Fang Yilan's method cannot be used twice in a row.
The remaining prisoners of war only asked a few general questions, then pretended to have a headache and showed a bit of disgust on their faces, trying to excuse themselves by saying that they really couldn't bear to see the bloody and filthy scene.
He ordered his subordinates to properly detain the elderly and children in one place, and the rest of the strong and healthy people to be temporarily detained in another place.
"Since they might be civilians of our dynasty, we must not torture them arbitrarily. First, send someone to search the prefectural government to see if we can find anything that can prove their identity." Fang Yilan said this and walked out of the prison alone.
"Yes!" The subordinates responded in unison.
The stench and coldness were blocked behind the iron gate of the prison, but the chill spread uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart to Fang Yilan's entire body.
Less than half a day into the journey, we were faced with numerous dangers, like thorns wrapped around our feet, making it difficult to move forward.
I really don’t know how many days I can live.
*
After a long time of hard work, I finally returned home.
Fang Yilan's face was as dark as ink, but he walked straight into the bedroom without stopping.
"Go down and rest first. I'll call you if there's anything."
Shu Xue wanted to say something but stopped herself, but could only nod and leave, and then closed the door for her.
The flickering candlelight in the room illuminated her slender figure. Fang Yilan's tense nerves finally couldn't bear it anymore. She clenched her knuckles on the table and was about to let out a sigh.
But at this moment, she caught a strange noise coming from the inner room, and her expression instantly became solemn again.
Why are there one crisis after another?
"who?"
Fang Yilan drew the dagger from his waist and walked slowly towards the bed.
It turned out to be the man who was almost disfigured in the prison. At this moment, a white towel was stuffed in his mouth, and his hands and feet were tied behind his back. The hemp rope was deeply embedded in his skin, leaving shocking marks and rubbing his originally smooth skin red.
Seeing Fang Yilan approaching with a sharp knife, he felt as if he had seen a living devil. He moved his feet hard and pressed his body against the wall.
What a scene of forcing oneself.
Her eyebrows twitched as she thought back to what she had said at that time. She had indeed not expressed herself clearly.
But then again, it was not uncommon for women in that dynasty to go to the battlefield to kill enemies and have male lovers.
But Fang Yilan is, after all, a model citizen who has received modern higher education, and she would never do such a dirty thing as seizing a man.
The man looked unwell with the rope tied up like that. Fang Yilan leaned forward and tried to pull him over to help him take the handkerchief out of his mouth, but the man started shaking even more violently, his shoulders shaking constantly.
Fang Yilan, whose peace had already been disturbed, was naturally unhappy and said with a hint of impatience: "Why are you shaking? I won't do anything to you."
It was obvious from the man's trembling that he didn't seem to have listened to what he said at all. He just curled up his head and kept his lips tightly closed.
She had no choice but to firmly hold the man's wrist to prevent him from moving and cut the hemp rope on his body.
As soon as the man regained his freedom, he crawled off the bed, knelt down suddenly, and slammed his forehead towards her without hesitation. He felt the ground shaking, and before he could stop himself, he saw a small pool of blood on the ground.
How could this person do something that would hurt himself?
Fang Yilan's expression froze, and he exerted force with his hands, trying to pull the man up.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open with great force, and Shuxue rushed in with several guards.
Shu Xueren was still a few steps away when he shouted at the top of his voice, "Miss! Why did I just hear some unusual noises in the house?"
At the same time, there was a crisp "sizzle" sound, and the already rough clothes were instantly damaged.
The man's collar was wide open, exposing one shoulder. One part of his clothes was torn, and the other part was in Fang Yilan's hand.
There was a streak of bright red on his forehead, and there was a hint of moisture in his eyes. He sat slumped on the ground, looking pitiful.
When Shuxue glanced into the room and saw the scene clearly, she froze in place, her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide open.
Uh...it's not what you think...
Fang Yilan rubbed his temples helplessly, looking at the dumbfounded people standing at the door, and remained silent.
Soon everyone left and the door was closed again.
Fang Yilan grabbed the cloak on the clothes hanger and put it over the person on the ground, covering his figure tightly.
Her gaze naturally fell upon the man's face.
I couldn't help but be amazed. If this face were put into the entertainment industry, he would at least be a top star.
Anyway, the servants have already misunderstood me. If I just kick him out, he will probably be regarded as a male favorite who has failed to win the general's favor. He will be bullied and humiliated at will, and then left to linger until he disappears.
Fang Yilan had no choice but to call Shuxue again.
She deliberately put on a look of slight disdain, and said in a cold, unhurried tone, "This person is truly boring and uninteresting. Take him away and let him do odd jobs in the courtyard."
Shu Xue nodded and was about to leave with his men.
"etc."
Fang Yilan stopped the two people from leaving, then took out two bottles of trauma medicine from the drawer, stuffed them into Zhao Huaixu's hands, and nodded at his forehead.
Pretending to be fierce, he angrily said, "Don't act so pitiful, as if I've treated you harshly. You're ruining my reputation!"
Zhao Huaixu shook his head desperately, his eyes full of gratitude.
Sure enough, it is easier to play a ruthless and cold-faced general.
She waved her hand and said, "Alright, once I find out your identity, I will let you go."
*
Fang Yilan never thought that this peaceful day would be shattered again before it could even last a whole day.
The next evening, Zhao Huaixu unexpectedly showed up. He had changed into a clean white gown, and the moment his eyes met hers, though he tried to conceal it, a hint of uneasiness still escaped him.
Like a delicate little white flower?
Then I am... a general who robs and seizes people?
Zhao Huaixu bowed and said, "I have something to report to the general, but it's confidential. Could you please ask everyone else to leave for now?"
Shu Xue's eyes were filled with vigilance: "The general is weak now. If you harbor evil intentions and deliberately approach me with ill intentions, what should I do?"
Zhao Huaixu waved his hands quickly and spoke faster: "I have absolutely no intention of murdering the general. If the general and the young lady are really worried, you can tie my hands!"
Fang Yilan was also a little curious and wanted to hear what he had to say.
He then nodded to signal the servant to bring shackles. Zhao Huaixu's hands were locked in front of his chest, and the metal collision made a harsh sound.
The servants bowed and filed out.
Then the door closed tightly, and the sound of the bolt being bolted could be heard. They were the only two people left in the room.
Fang Yilan got straight to the point and said, "Go ahead."
Zhao Huaixu turned around and glanced at the door, then lowered his voice and said, "At three o'clock last night, a servant sneaked into my room and stuffed this medicine powder into my hand." After that, he spread out his palm, and in his palm, a piece of folded oil paper was revealed.
"What is this?" Fang Yilan's eyes fixed, she took it from his palm and opened it, revealing a small handful of powder like fine salt.
"I don't know either." Zhao Huaixu shook his head slightly.
"The servant only told me, when I sleep with you..." Zhao Huaixu's face flushed with embarrassment as he spoke, his eyes unconsciously averted, "to secretly put this powder in the general's wine. The general will become limp and powerless, unable to resist. Then send the servant to add more water, and they will seize the opportunity to attack."
Fang Yilan's eyebrows jumped when he heard this. The enemy troops from Xiling were eyeing him covetously in front of him, and he never thought that there was a murderous intention hidden in his own mansion.
As far as she could remember, the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion had always been stationed at the border, away from the power struggles in the court. If someone in Ruining wanted to harm her, which force was behind it?
Which wall could she hit now to get back through?
Fang Yilan looked at the man in front of her again. She had clearly never met him before, but why did he disregard his own safety and come to her rescue again and again?
She crossed her arms, her eyes full of questioning: "Why did he think you would help him? And why did you tell me all this?"
Zhao Huaixu spoke softly, "That man thought the general had humiliated me, and naturally I bear a grudge." He raised his head slightly, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I know the general is kind, and General Fang saved my life as a child, which is why I've always been grateful. Now that I have this opportunity to help the general, it's my lifelong honor to do my bit. How could I possibly hide anything?"
Fang Yilan's father passed away five years ago, so why is she still connected with him?
She hesitated for a moment, not sure whether to believe it or not. After a moment, she formed a plan in her mind.
She raised her chin slightly and said calmly, "Since that's the case, I'll have to trouble you to act out a play for me."
Zhao Huaixu's starry eyes flickered, and then he lowered his head, his eyelashes trembling slightly and he responded softly.
"yes."
For a time, everyone in the mansion heard that Fang Yilan was extremely doting on the captured male prisoner of war. Not only did she place him in a side room in the main courtyard, she also immediately sent servants to bring him new clothes and thick bedding.
A few days later, Fang Yilan hosted a banquet for the generals to celebrate the great victory in the Battle of Kangrao.
A bonfire was lit in the military camp, the flames dancing, the table was filled with delicious food and fine wine, the soldiers took off their heavy armor and sat on the ground, opened the wine jars and drank from their glasses.
In the mansion of Marquis Dingyuan, all the generals raised their glasses and drank together. Fang Yilan sat high on the stage with a dignified demeanor. Under his heroic brows were a pair of narrow and deep phoenix eyes, which were black, bright and sharp.
Beside him sat Zhao Huaixu, a man with a dignified posture, dressed in a white robe as white as snow. His face was strikingly handsome, his features as if meticulously sculpted, his nose straight. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, a faint smile on his face.
He was serving food and pouring wine for Fang Yilan, his hands moving gracefully and skillfully.
After drinking several glasses of strong liquor, Fang Yilan seemed to be drunk. He looked at Zhao Huaixu with his eyes lowered infatuatedly, and then took another big gulp of wine. The wine flowed down the corners of his mouth and soaked the collar of his clothes.
One hand gently stroked the man's cheek a few times, with a bit of laziness, feeling the delicacy and warmth of the skin under the fingertips.
The touch was like an electric current, and Zhao Huaixu's eyes trembled. He turned his head away in panic, not daring to look at her again.
? Young man, you have great acting skills.
Although Fang Yilan complained, his expression remained unchanged. He then moved his right hand to the back of Zhao Huaixu's neck and pinched it, then pulled him forward in a domineering manner. The sudden force made Zhao Huaixu lose his balance and lean forward.
He slowly leaned his face closer, their faces getting closer and closer until they were pressed together without a gap, their breaths mingling. When they separated again, Zhao Huaixu's originally pale lips had become moist cherry red, and his face was also covered with a pink mist.
Fang Yilan also had a satisfied expression on his face, and the wine in his mouth had disappeared without a trace.
...What's the difference between this and playing a tyrant?
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