Chapter 139: Extra: First Floor Clothes
In the middle of the night, a heavy downpour descended. Lou Chengyi suddenly opened his eyes, propped himself up on the bamboo bed, and sat up, gasping through clenched teeth. The pounding of the rain pounded against his forehead, and a burning sensation throbbed. The sharp blade slashing from the bloody swamp in his dream felt ferocious and eerie, and even a chilling chill crept up between his brows. But A-niang held him back with her own body. Countless hands pushed at him from behind, causing him to stumble and run in a panic. The clamor and even shrill shouts piled up in his ears, all urging him to escape, flee from the royal court, flee to Tianshui.
So he was driven away and whipped all the way to Tianshui.
The wind blew the open window open with a creaking sound, sending a chilly chill through the air, instantly wiping out the cold sweat that covered Lou Chengyi. His face was pale, his eyes filled with panic, and he sat there frozen for a long moment before he finally relaxed.
Suddenly there was a noise outside the courtyard.
Lou Chengyi regained consciousness, turned, opened the half-closed window, and peered outside. The night was thick and dark. A figure hunched over the clothesline in the yard, stealthily pulling down rain-soaked clothes.
Lou Chengyi stared at the figure for a moment, then suddenly stood up, walked over, and said, "You didn't collect the clothes again—you just came back? Where did you go last night?"
The figure covered with clothes suddenly froze.
Lou Chengyi looked at the figure and unconsciously licked his lips. He knew Wen Yao's personality and had guessed how Wen Yao would react.
As expected, Wen Yao laughed dryly and looked back: "Ah, I forgot."
Candles, oil, and thread all cost money, so they didn't light candles at night when they weren't writing letters. The small courtyard was dark, and it was impossible to make out Wen Yao's expression from ten steps away. Yet, Lou Chengyi easily captured Wen Yao's damp brows and a slightly embarrassed smile. He saw her brows light up, her lips curved in a pleading tone, "I'm sorry."
Lou Chengyi wasn't fooled by her appearance and said calmly, "I reminded you three times after dinner, but you were fighting crickets with Jiang Qiaosheng all three times, so you forgot."
“Squeak—”
The door to the opposite room was pushed open. Jiang Qiaosheng leaned against the door with his hair loose, hugging a pillow and yawning. His voice was sweet and slightly dissatisfied: "If I forget, I forget. Why are you so angry?"
"Why am I mean?" Lou Chengyi's mood turned sour the moment he saw her, his brows darkened instantly. "I'm the one who washes the clothes, why do you say I'm mean? On the other hand, you're a loser, yet you have the nerve to eat and live for free, so of course it doesn't matter to me."
After a few months of hard work, his Tianshui dialect proficiency improved rapidly during his repeated exchanges with Jiang Qiaosheng, and he became an expert at using sarcastic language and quoting classics.
"You bastard." Jiang Qiaosheng stood up straight and flipped his fingers. Several silver needles flickered between his fingers. "What did you say?"
Lou Chengyi refused to budge, and said gloomily, "What did I say? Are you deaf and can't hear clearly?"
Suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the silver needle broke through the rain curtain and quickly flew towards Lou Chengyi's eyes. Lou Chengyi took a step back and raised his palm to block it, but a piece of clothing was suddenly thrown from the side and firmly wrapped around the silver needle, causing it to fall to the ground.
"Stop it, stop it! It's my fault." Wen Yao took a few steps forward and stood between the two of them, arms outstretched with clothes hanging from each of their arms. He looked a little funny, like a mother hen spreading its wings to stop a fight. "We're all family, so let's talk it out nicely. I'll wash the clothes again, and you two can go to bed. The village chicken stall will be open early tomorrow, and if you're late you won't even be able to buy the chicken feathers."
Jiang Qiaosheng was unwilling to give up, and glared at Lou Chengyi fiercely, then kicked the door and turned to go back into the house. Lou Chengyi had not paid any attention to Jiang Qiaosheng since Wen Yao started talking. He frowned, and his green eyes, shining like ghosts in the dark night, were fixed on Wen Yao.
The rain was heavy, and the air was damp, mingled with the smell of earth, obscuring many subtle scents. Wen Yao carried the clothes to the side room, set them down, and then returned to the house. Lou Chengyi stood for a moment, then gently opened the door and walked into the kitchen. He emerged holding a bowl of sweet egg drop soup. The beaten eggs were a milky white, sprinkled with powdered sugar, a beautiful sight.
He walked around to the other side with a sour face and knocked on Wen Yao's window.
The window opened again. Wen Yao stood by the window, hugging the quilt. His voice was indeed a little thick, and if you listened carefully, there was a hint of nasal sound: "What are you doing?"
Lou Chengyi placed the egg drop soup on the window and said coldly, "I told you not to bring her back. She's so noisy."
Wen Yao was already accustomed to the backstabbing between him and Jiang Qiaosheng. He touched his nose, took the egg drop soup, and brought it to his lips to take a sip. The warm liquid, without any fishy smell, carried a precious hint of sweetness that instantly penetrated his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs.
Lou Chengyi heard Wen Yao sigh, and she praised him: "It tastes good, your cooking skills are getting better and better."
Lou Chengyi was silent for a moment, pursed his lips a little, and said, "Did your injury get wet in the rain?"
Wen Yao looked over in surprise, a puzzled expression: "Did you find out?"
Lou Chengyi whispered, "I'm not Jiang Qiaosheng, so stupid that I can't even see this. How did you get injured?"
"Surprise, surprise, just now I got some extra money. The boss has an old grudge with a martial arts sect, and they're here to intercept the goods." Wen Yao threw away the quilt, and Lou Chengyi saw that her shoulder and abdomen were stained with blood, and a bloodstain suddenly appeared on it. Now that they were close, the bloody smell of the wound immediately seeped out.
Wen Yao was quite pleased with himself, and came forward with the bowl in hand: "I took on twenty people this time. No matter what famous sect or martial arts master, I couldn't even take off my veil. Guess how much I earned? Two hundred taels of silver! I'll go to the market tomorrow and buy you two clothes and shoes. I also need to buy some books. Children need to study. It's not a big deal if they don't do their homework and fight at home every day."
Her voice was soft, a hint of complaint, deliberately suppressed so that Jiang Qiaosheng wouldn't hear. It felt warm and soft to Lou Chengyi's ears, and a self-satisfied, lazy smile emanated from the vibration of her voice, traveling along his earlobe and up to his crown.
It was dark, the rain was pouring down, and after a moment of shock, Lou Chengyi's face turned red from neck to ears. He had no idea what was happening to him. He stiffly took a few steps back and snatched the empty bowl from Wen Yao's hand: "You—you should rest!"
He turned around and walked towards his room in a disorderly manner. Wen Yao called him twice but he didn't turn back.
Lou Chengyi couldn't sleep that night. As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the wounds on Wen Yao's body and the smile on her face. Her black hair hung down behind her head. She hugged the soft white quilt, raised her eyebrows and smiled at him. She looked surprisingly, surprisingly beautiful -
——He threw back the quilt, smoothed back his hair, and sat up from the bed again.
Lou Chengyi's handsome and evil brows were tightly twisted together. He suspected that Jiang Qiaosheng had poisoned him, making him lose his mind and think about Wen Yao all night long.
Daybreak arrived, and the rain had stopped. Lou Chengyi silently dressed, washed, and walked to the side room, picking up the tray of laundry. His face stern, he pocketed the soap nuts and headed toward the river in the town. He squatted among the old women, pounding the laundry with a wooden pestle, his movements each one smooth and precise.
The handsome young man, even in his simple clothes, was still so handsome that it was hard to take your eyes off him. The old ladies in the neighborhood knew a little about Lou Chengyi's situation and thought he was the younger brother of Miss Wen, the escort girl at the entrance of the town. They enthusiastically stuffed a lot of beans into his pocket and asked him to exchange them for some tofu to cook at home.
Lou Chengyi didn't know how to talk to these enthusiastic people from Tianshui. He stood there stiffly, being stuffed with beans. It took him a long time to get away and return to the courtyard. Wen Yao had already gotten up, squatting on the steps with a bowl of white porridge in his hands, sleepily eating it. Lou Chengyi walked over, and the fresh fragrance of soap nuts on his body hit his face. Wen Yao, who was originally a little sleepy, suddenly became very energetic and smiled happily at him: "Good boy, what have you been doing!"
On the Liaobei grasslands, every boy aspires to be the most valiant warrior, and no one is praised as a good boy. Moreover, Lou Chengyi couldn't understand why Wen Yao always treated him like a child, since she was clearly not much older than him.
He didn't respond, silently going to hang the clothes, then went to the kitchen to bring out the white porridge and pancakes that Wen Yao had left. The air was fresh in the morning after the rain, and neither of them went into the house. After Wen Yao greeted him, she squatted on the ground and continued to daydream. Lou Chengyi stood aside, occasionally looking down at her.
It took Jiang Qiaosheng a while to come out of the house. She rushed to the stone trough to wash up, then ran over to hold Wen Yao's hand and said, "Let's go see the roasted chicken!"
As soon as she opened her mouth, Lou Chengyi felt it was noisy and frowned. He really couldn't understand why someone would have such a strong desire for food.
Wen Yao nodded and agreed without hesitation: "Okay! We should also buy some osmanthus cakes and sesame cakes, and get some mutton, so we can have a good meal!"
She casually set the bowl aside, stood up, and went inside to get her purse. Lou Chengyi was silent for a moment, then bent down to pick up the bowl from the ground to prevent the chickens roaming around from pecking at it. Then he went to the kitchen to wash the bowl and stood in the yard waiting. His thick black brows furrowed, and one green eye glanced at Wen Yao.
The broiled chicken, a dish Jiang Qiao longed for day and night, was the signature dish of the restaurant at the town's entrance, sold outside only during market hours. The broiled chicken was fragrant and juicy, and if you were late, it would be gone. Wen Yao bit into a candied haws stick with her bare hands. Lou Chengyi bought a dagger from the blacksmith's shop, then sidled aside to avoid the crowd and stood beside her.
"What's so good about this?" Lou Chengyi glanced at the several earthen platforms erected in the middle of the field, puzzled as to why Jiang Qiaosheng and Wen Yao were so happy to join in the fun. Because his eyes always attracted attention and criticism, Lou Chengyi didn't like going to crowded places. For example, right now, he was feeling quite uncomfortable and wanted to go home.
"Where is she?" Lou Chengyi said unhappily, "Just buy it and leave, what are you waiting for?"
The only one standing here now is Wen Yao. Jiang Qiaosheng has disappeared and is nowhere to be seen.
Wen Yao was biting a candied haws, and when his face moved closer, Lou Chengyi's breath caught again. He held his breath for a moment, not realizing that his eyeballs were stuck to Wen Yao's face and couldn't be pulled away.
"She's trying to steal someone else's skills." Wen Yao lowered his voice and laughed, "The ingredients stuffed in the kiln chicken are not to be revealed to others. She sneaked into the stove to take a look."
I'm a warrior after all, what's the big deal?
Lou Chengyi's face immediately turned black.
No matter what, he still had a bit of the pride and dignity of a Northern Liao prince in his heart. Washing clothes and dishes for Wen Yao was already his bottom line. Hearing Wen Yao's words, he grabbed her wrist and whispered, "Why does she let everything be hers? Forget it, let's go without waiting for her."
Wen Yao had barely taken two steps when Jiang Qiaosheng emerged from the crowd opposite. Jiang Qiaosheng had been quite cheerful, her long-buried hair hanging down behind her head, pinned with a pearl hairpin. She hummed a tune as she approached, looking like a young lady from the boudoir, uninformed of worldly matters. But when she came out and took a closer look, she saw Lou Chengyi grabbing Wen Yao and trying to take her away. He immediately turned hostile and rushed over, silver needle in hand, aggressively stabbing Lou Chengyi.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wen Yao calmed the two of them down, holding one in each hand and separating them in the bustling city. He apologized to the people around him, "My younger brother and sister are young and like to make trouble. Please don't mind."
The elderly, idle folks gathered around to watch the kiln-roasted chickens being roasted. Seeing Lou Chengyi and Jiang Qiaosheng in Wen Yao's arms, they all expressed relief and laughed heartily. Lou Chengyi, tightly held in Wen Yao's embrace, felt his breath catch in his throat as everyone watched. The rules of the Northern Liao Dynasty raced through his mind, finally transforming into a fire that spread across his face.
His face flushed, and he became more and more embarrassed and angry. Finally, he stared fiercely at Jiang Qiaosheng who was kicking at him, and whispered, "I didn't hit you. Can you please keep your voice down? With so many people watching, is it really glorious?"
"You still have some shame! You hypocrite, you still have some shame!" Jiang Qiaosheng kicked his legs even harder when he heard that, and kept struggling in Wen Yao's arms.
Lou Chengyi had been kicked several times by Jiang Qiaosheng that day, and even after returning home, he was still patting the footprints off his clothes. He stood in the light of the porch, frowning, thinking Jiang Qiaosheng was a strange person, and every argument with her ended badly.
Jiang Qiaosheng had already forgotten Lou Chengyi. She had successfully learned his technique, and upon returning, she enthusiastically set up a clay oven in the yard to cook chickens. Lou Chengyi watched coldly, but the moment the chicken was hooked out with the pliers, he threw away his reserve, rushed forward, snatched the chicken, and ran away.
His legs were long, and he lifted the iron tongs high, dangling the chicken in the air and swaying. Hot oil splashed onto Jiang Qiaosheng's clothes. Jiang Qiaosheng screamed, "Lou Chengyi! I'll kill you!"
Lou Chengyi's two-day pent-up frustration instantly lifted, his bitter, resentful expression softening as he turned and sneered at Jiang Qiaosheng. Suddenly, Wen Yao lifted him up and placed him on the steps. With one hand, Wen Yao held him down while sniffing the chicken from the kiln, sighing deeply, "What a nice smell! It smells just like the one in the restaurant."
Lou Chengyi suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. His discomfort hadn't subsided yet, and now he couldn't stand Wen Yao touching him. Whenever Wen Yao touched him, his heart would tingle and beat uncontrollably. He felt her face was warm in the glow of the kiln fire, reminding him of the time he and his mother camped out hunting horses outside the capital.
"Alright, alright, stop making noise." Wen Yao pulled the two children aside and asked them to sit down, then began to share the kiln-baked chicken. "It smells so good! Qiao Sheng is awesome!"
Jiang Qiaosheng's ferocious look suddenly changed, his features now soft and shy, delicate and charming. She glanced at Lou Chengyi provocatively, then leaned in front of Wen Yao. "Of course, I'm the best at everything I do. I have so many brothers and sisters, and I'm always number one!"
Wen Yao stuffed a chicken leg into Lou Chengyi's hand. He glanced at Jiang Qiaosheng, lowered his head, grabbed the chicken leg and bit it.
Jiang Qiaosheng smiled, propped up his chin and stared at Wen Yao for a while, then suddenly said, "Yaoyao, I'm leaving tomorrow."
Lou Chengyi's hand movements suddenly stopped.
Wen Yao was very surprised. He swallowed the meat in his mouth and asked Jiang Qiaosheng, "Where are you going?"
"Bianliang." Jiang Qiaosheng smoothed the handkerchief across his knees and smiled, his teeth showing off his white teeth. "My family probably thinks I'm dead. I have to go back and kill a few people to set some rules."
Her identity was not ordinary, and she had never concealed it in the past six months. However, Lou Chengyi did not expect that she would also go to Bianliang.
Bianliang, the imperial capital of Tianshui, was where the Northern Liao spies took root, and his uncle was waiting for him there.
Lou Chengyi suddenly fell silent, feeling the gentle glow of the Northern Liao campfire fade away. He put down the chicken leg and looked at Wen Yao, staring into her eyes, and said, "I'm leaving too."
"You." Wen Yao turned his head: "Where are you going?"
"It's also Bianliang." Lou Chengyi: "I'll go find someone."
"What a coincidence." Jiang Qiaosheng said in a strange tone, "I'm going to Bianliang, and you're going to Bianliang too. Fine, I'll kill you on the way!"
Lou Chengyi ignored her and just looked at Wen Yao.
Wen Yao was lost in thought, slowly finishing the hot, juicy chicken in her hand, then stood up and went back inside. When she reappeared, she held two money bags in her hands, placing them in front of him and Jiang Qiaosheng respectively. "Eighty taels each! I'm not biased towards either of you! You can go by boat; it's safe, and you'll have company along the way. Bianliang is a big place, with many people and many roads. You two should be more careful and be cautious."
She didn't ask anything.
Lou Chengyi suddenly lowered his eyes. It was hard to tell what he was feeling at that moment, but his tone suddenly became cold: "I don't want your money, I have my own."
"Can the copper coins you earned from carrying sandbags get you all the way to Bianliang?" Wen Yao propped up his face and looked at me with a smile in his eyes: "This money is my investment. You two should do well. When you succeed, I will come to you to eat and drink."
She said it casually, Lou Chengyi frowned even more tightly and asked Wen Yao: "What is investment?"
“Investing means I am your angel investor.”
Lou Chengyi still didn't understand this sentence, and his brows furrowed like a black mountain.
Wen Yao looked at him and laughed heartily. "So, I'm using this money to support you two in your journey to great heights. In the future, if you repay me the principal and interest, I'll share in your wealth and glory."
Lou Chengyi understood now.
His heart suddenly filled with joy, and the inexplicable unhappiness he had just felt suddenly dissipated. He nodded, confirming Wen Yao's gaze: "Then you are very smart, and you made a very good investment."
Because of this, even though Wen Yao disrespected him, hugged him and pinched his face, and even made him wash clothes, dishes, and sweep the yard—he had made up his mind: when he returned to Shangjing to avenge his grievances and ascended the throne of the grassland emperor, he would give Wen Yao a noble surname and countless cattle and sheep. If Wen Yao asked, he could also give Wen Yao a city and an official position, perhaps even in the royal court, so he could be closer to him.
"Come!" Jiang Qiaosheng slammed the table. "Wait until I've packed up my family, then come to Bianliang! Write me in advance, and I'll pick you up with a chicken!"
Lou Chengyi couldn't bear to hear Jiang Qiaosheng taking credit in front of Wen Yao, so he raised his chin and said modestly, "I will brew you good wine, more fragrant than the kiln chicken."
He knew that Wen Yao liked wine, so he once made green plum wine with the people in the town's winery. Wen Yao liked it very much and took it with him in a water bag every day when he was escorting goods.
Wen Yao started laughing again, reaching out to touch him and Jiang Qiaosheng on the head. "Great! I, Wen Yao, finally have someone under the Emperor's feet."
Lou Cheng thought that you also have someone in Shangjing, and you will find out when you come back to Beiliao with me.
The kiln fire wasn't extinguished until late that night, as Wen Yao later went to barbecue inside. Lou Chengyi was allowed to drink a little wine, and he got drunk. The corners of his eyes burned and he leaned limply against a bamboo chair, his eyes suddenly filled with the image of his mother before her death, and then Duo Yueli's icy gaze.
Finally, he was lifted from the cold ground and placed on the bed. The quilt was soft, clean, and had a sun-kissed fragrance. It was Wen Yao, and she was very skilled, wrapping him in three layers, like a pupa. Only Wen Yao could wrap him like this.
A sudden burst of thunder exploded outside the tightly closed carved window. Between the layers of hanging gauze curtains, the Emperor of Northern Liao suddenly opened his eyes.
The rich, insoluble scent of wisteria surged into Yelu Duhan's lungs with his breath. He sat up, his face aching, his fingers pressing hard against his forehead. Outside, the rain was pouring down and the thunder was relentless. He woke from his dream, his body covered in sweat, his forehead throbbing.
The warm fragrance of the quilt in the dream disappeared. Yelu Duhan twisted the silky smooth brocade fabric with one hand, threw it to the ground with a wave of his hand, stood up, stepped on it without hesitation and walked towards the palace gate.
The palace was vast, empty, and silent. Unlike the exquisite and luxurious style of the Tianshui Imperial Palace, the Northern Liao Imperial Palace was more vibrantly colored. Totems of white horses and blue oxen, woven from gold and silver, were hung all around. The eyes on these totems were remarkably lifelike, lurking in the darkness, peeking at the emperor as he strode out.
Yelu Duhan was barefoot, veins popping out of his instep. His face was pale, and one of his green eyes blazed with evil. He was tall and handsome, like a demon. The hall was empty, with no guards or concubines. He pushed the door open, startling the guards outside and kneeling before him.
His Orudoban was kneeling at the front, his expression the most serious. He could see that Yelu Duhan was unhappy, and not wanting to offend him, he asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, what are your instructions?"
Yelu Duhan closed his eyes, his jaw tense, and pointed towards the hall: "Wisteria incense, who ordered it?"
The crowd returned to the ground and there was a moment of restlessness. A palace maid came out on her knees and touched her head to the ground, her body shaking like a winnowing basket: "Yes, it is your servant..."
"Too bland." Yelu Duhan opened his eyes: "How come you can't even do such a small thing?"
His tone was calm and straightforward, not fierce, but the maid who was listening to him completely collapsed. Then two oluoduo stood up, one on the left and one on the right, stepped forward, grabbed her arms, and tried to drag her away.
The current emperor of Northern Liao was young and accomplished. In just three years, Northern Liao's border towns were stable, and all the major tribes had submitted. Rice and wheat grew abundantly in the southern provinces, and the cattle and sheep under the command of the northern subjects had multiplied several times, freeing everyone from hunger and cold. The only downside was the emperor's violent temper, only slightly worse than that of the previous emperor.
The emperor possessed an eccentric temperament, disliking the capital and preferring to reside in Xijin Prefecture. His mood was unpredictable, and when he lost his temper, anyone who encountered him was doomed. Over the past three years, the corpses dragged from the royal court would have formed a small mountain.
But to an emperor, these were merely minor flaws. Northern Liao revered bloody battles, and the emperor's coldness and cruelty were not even criticized by the people.
Anyway, the only ones who suffered were the nobles and the people in the royal court.
"Wait." Yelu Duhan's eyelashes fluttered, and he suddenly changed his mind: "Forget it, let him go."
The people around were genuinely shocked. Orudobanzhi, who was kneeling beside Yelu Duhan, looked up at Yelu Duhan in astonishment, smacked his lips, and repeated, "Ah, released?"
"Are you deaf?"
"No, no." Orudobandzhi quickly lowered his head, and the two people who were holding the palace maid also quickly let go and knelt on one knee on the ground.
Yelu Duhan rubbed his forehead and said, "Tell Han Zhao to come over here."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the depths of the hall filled with the fragrance of wisteria.
Han Zhao was also unlucky. He was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night and hurried to see Yelu Duhan. He thought something had happened to some nobles, but when he arrived, Yelu Duhan was standing in the cold palace, lighting candles. The surrounding night pearls and the soft light of the candles mixed together, making the place sparkle.
"Has any letter been delivered?" His Majesty the Emperor asked him this question in the middle of the night, lighting a candle without turning his head.
Han Zhao wanted to roll his eyes, but failed. He subconsciously took a deep breath and sneezed repeatedly because of the rich fragrance in the hall.
Yelu Duhan frowned and finally turned his head, his emerald green eyes showing some disgust.
Han Zhao touched his nose and said in a muffled voice, "No." He knew clearly what the letter Yelu Duhan asked about was, and it was because he knew that he wanted to roll his eyes.
Wen Yao and the Regent of Tianshui even held two wedding banquets in a row, entertaining the world with grandeur, yet you still can't let go! Clearly, all these years have passed, and apart from sending you and me the antidote every month, we haven't said a single word.
"Your Majesty." Han Zhao suspected that Yelu Duhan's constant burning of purple wisteria incense had damaged his brain, and he couldn't help but remind him, "Our poison has been completely removed. Miss Wen shouldn't be sending us any more antidotes."
“Snap!”
The golden scissors cut the candle wick. Yelu Duhan grasped the tip of the scissors in his palm, feeling the scorching heat of the flame. The burning pain in his flesh surged up like a venomous snake. He was unaware of it, and simply turned to look at Han Zhao and asked, "After all these years, why is she still angry?"
"Your Majesty." Han Zhao almost wanted to sigh. He looked up at Yelu Duhan, the master he had followed since his youth in Tianshui. He had spent half his life fighting and killing people, and had come a long way through blood and rain. Yet, he was still obsessed with Wen Yao. He spoke earnestly and sincerely, "Perhaps I'm not angry, but the world is vast. Miss Wen and you have different paths, and we cannot work together."
Wen Yao said this to Yelu Duhan.
Yelu Duhan didn't like it very much.
He threw the scissors at Han Zhao's feet, turned around suddenly, and was instantly furious. His face was terrifying, but he spoke slowly, "You are so brave!"
"Ouch." Han Zhao was not afraid, but lowered his head, knelt, and crawled to the ground. The powerful Southern Prime Minister of Northern Liao performed these movements very skillfully: "I dare not, I am terrified, and I know I am wrong."
"This is a matter between her and me. What do you know?" Yelu Duhan stared at Han Zhao and whispered. But after that, he stood still, as if rooted to the spot. After a long while, he turned around, passed through the heavy veil and disappeared into the depths of the palace, leaving behind a single word, sonorous and powerful: "Get out!"
Han Zhao readily followed the advice, climbed up holding the golden scissors, and limped outside.
Outside the hall, Orudoban approached him and took the scissors from him in a rather flattering manner. Unable to contain his curiosity, he boldly asked, "Your period happens every month, more regular than a woman's menstrual cycle. What's going on?"
What happened? I waited in vain for another day but got no news.
Han Zhao sighed, patted Oluduobanzhi's shoulder, and said with a forced smile: "How dare you ask such a question? Are you itching in your head?"
Wuluduobanzhi quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, no!"
"Then just shut up and bear it." As an insider of a shocking love-hate relationship, the Prime Minister of Northern Liaonan Prefecture shook his head repeatedly and walked out unsteadily, humming a tune: "...Alas, this is just a lesson from heaven! Teach him to swallow his lingering hatred, stop being coquettish, turn around from the sea of suffering, and realize the truth as soon as possible!"
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