Stop teasing ghosts when you're fighting

This mansion was given by the city lord, but the officers and soldiers standing outside the mansion are the personal guards of General Yang. It is estimated that the person who called these women over must be the city lord, because he saw a man in a long gown coming out of the mansion. His face was smooth and smooth, not like a person who has been fighting outside all year round.

Fu Le was wearing a red robe, he pressed down his bamboo hat, smoothed out his clothes, and got into the crowd of women, and soon it was his turn.

"Open the veil."

Fu Le leaned over and saluted, raised his plain hand and gently stroked the two pieces of tulle, revealing a delicate face, the official couldn't help but stare blankly, Fu Le forced a smile, endured the nausea in his heart, raised his hand and The veil is lowered.

After recovering, the official cleared his throat and said, "Enter—"

Fu Le immediately entered the door with joy in his heart, and he was led to the inner courtyard by another man in a long gown, just in time to see a man being carried out.

The man with half-exposed shoulders was obviously not able to seduce him, and he was kicked out only after he was disgusted by the general.

Fu Le couldn't help asking the person leading the way: "Officer, I want to ask, is this woman going to be kicked out of the house?"

The person in front replied: "She is not, but the general has a rule. Before entering, you can decide whether to go or stay. If the general doesn't like it, he will give you another choice. You can either stay in the mansion or be killed." Drive out of the house?"

Fu Le continued to ask: "What are you doing in the mansion?"

"For the enjoyment of other officers and soldiers, which is what you call military prostitutes. The general never forces others, everything is up to you."

As he said that, the official stopped in front of a door, and he stepped aside to make way for Fu Le.

"I advise you not to go in. In the past few years, I have never seen any beautiful woman fall into the eyes of our general." The official retreated after finishing speaking.

Hearing this, Fu Le just glanced at the door in front of him, pushed the door open without hesitation, and strode in.He is not like those vulgar fans, he knows nothing but charm, the general is indifferent to his ambition, why not entertain him with elegant entertainment?

Through the bamboo hat, Fu Le saw a man sitting cross-legged at the desk, holding a bamboo slip and looking at it carefully.

Fu Le bowed and saluted, then stood where he was without saying a word.

Yang Qian finished reading the bamboo slips in his hand, and when he was about to reach out for another bamboo slip, he realized that this person stood there silently for a long time, completely different from those women who were eager to flatter them before.

Yang Qian became interested, so he didn't pick up the bamboo slip next to his hand, but raised his eyes to look at him.

Yang Qian said in a low voice: "You are here to serve me, you should let me see what you look like."

Fu Le saluted again, which made Yang Qian raise his eyebrows. He remembered that the person who came this time was not a rich lady, so why was he so polite.

Fu Le said: "I am indeed here to serve the general, but I don't need to reveal my face to show what I have done."

"Oh?" Yang Qian asked curiously, he relaxed and looked at the person in front of him with great interest.

Yang Qian said: "Then why did you come to my house?"

Fu Le said: "I heard that the general has been dealing with official documents since he wiped out the bandits. These days, the general has been busy with paperwork. I thought that maybe you need to relax, general, so I came to sing."

Fu Le lowered his head and waited for Yang Qian to respond. He knew that Yang Qian was a very good martial artist, and he didn't care much about literati's elegant words. He was a little afraid that he would not like to drive him out.

Fu Le clenched his lips tightly, not daring to let go, when he suddenly heard hearty laughter coming from the front.

"The Japanese generals are really tired these few days. Sing a song according to your wishes."

Fu Le was stunned for a moment, and then quickly responded: "Yes, my concubine takes orders."

Seeing through the veil that the man he admired was looking at him intently, Fu Le blushed instantly. He calmed down for a while, cleared his throat, and suddenly a sound like spring water sounded in the room.

The voice was very gentle, but it gave people a sense of depth. The tone of the voice changed from steady to passionate, and finally depressed or even sentimental.

What Fu Le sang was not the kind of ditty sung for dignitaries, it was endless and tender.What he sang for Yang Qian was his family and country feelings.

As a general, he naturally has the world in his heart, so how can he be tied up with such petty matters.

After Fu Le picked up the sound, there seemed to be a lingering sound lingering around the bridge. Yang Qian only recovered after listening to this for a while. He lowered his eyes and suppressed all his emotions.

Fu Le stood anxiously, and just when he couldn't help asking, a burst of applause broke out.

After Fu Le saw the appreciation in the man's eyes, his hanging heart sank, and his worries and fears turned into candied sweetness at this moment.

To get the approval of the person you love, even if you have no intersection with him, you will feel very happy.

Yang Qian stood up on one hand, with his hands behind his back, and walked slowly in front of Fu Le, wanting to lift his veil and see which beautiful woman was hiding inside.

Fu Le was stunned, he could feel the heat coming from the man's body, he held his breath, seeing that the veil was about to be lifted, Fu Le quickly turned his head and stretched out his hands to hold down the bamboo hat.

"If the general wants to see it, he can keep his concubine overnight, and tomorrow I will show her without makeup." Fu Le said in a low voice.

Yang Qian withdrew his hand, with starlight in his eyes: "Okay, then I will stay with you overnight, and we will talk about the deep meaning of your song tomorrow."

After Yang Qian finished speaking, he sat back at the desk, and finally ordered: "After you go out, tell the person standing by the pillar to take you to Dongyuan to rest."

Fu Le pursed his lips, still bowed calmly, opened the door and backed out.

As soon as Fu Le went out, he saw a man in long gown standing beside the pillar, who was still sent by the city lord.

He walked over and said, "Officer, the general asked you to take me to Dongyuan."

The man in the long coat glanced at him, then nodded: "Come with me."

The official led him to a courtyard. There were several small houses in the courtyard. Looking through the windows, it seemed that there was a woman living inside.

It turned out that he was not the first person to be admired by him...

Thinking of this, Fu Le closed his eyes, lowered his head and entered his own room.

The decoration inside the house is very simple. It seems that General Yang and the others are only staying here temporarily, so they didn't add more decorations.

After Fu Le closed the doors and windows, he lifted the veil, took off his shoes, lay on the bed and stared at the green veil on it, and became dazed.

He stretched out his hand and scratched it in mid-air, with a dazed expression: After all these years, he really has seen it.

Fu Le hummed a ditty prepared for tomorrow, and fell asleep without humming a few words.

I don't know how long I slept for, probably about an hour, when Fu Le was awakened by the noise from the next door. Fu Le was really very familiar with this sound.At that time, when Wanhua Pavilion's business was good, the sound was repeated all day long, and his ears could already hear the cocoon.

Fu Le didn't pay much attention, turned over and continued to sleep, and fell asleep for a while, Fu Le sat up suddenly from the bed, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He heard a man's voice, and the voice was not only made by one person, Fu Le counted, and there were at least three men in the next room.

Only then did he recall what the official who had brought him into the inner courtyard had said to him.

military prostitute.

These two words exploded in Fu Le's mind, and he shook his head: Impossible, General Yang is obviously very satisfied with him, why did he send him here, no, he has to ask him for clarification .

Fu Le put on his shoes, and just picked up the bamboo hat on the table, when he heard several big men shouting from outside his door.

Fu Le looked around, quickly opened the window, stepped on the bench and turned over, but unfortunately, he was discovered just as he jumped off.

"Hurry up! There's one slipping away!"

Fu Le stood up and ran to the other side. His panting was heavy, and the fear in his heart made him dare not turn his head. But how could he, a corner man who stayed in the pavilion all the year round, compare to the officers and soldiers who were five big and three rough and fought all the year round? , before he ran far, he was pushed to the ground.

"Let me go—you let me go—"

His voice was hoarse, but the group of people were even more excited. He could feel those people dragging him to the yard by his feet. His fingers were completely useless, and the grass was stained with blood. He scratched all the way, But they could only drag him into the house with a hoarse voice.

The sound of the broken brocade was particularly ear-piercing. His throat was congested, and his proud voice was gone just like that. Now his innocence was almost lost.He saw another man walking in from the door, he was wearing a sword, apparently just changed his guard, he put the sword on the wooden bench and leaned against it, untied his belt and walked towards him.

Why, why did you do this to him...

"Bitch, wake up - what's going on with you!"

In the bright palace, Yang Qian looked at the crying man in his arms and shouted, but Fu Le didn't move.

In the dream, Fu Le was lying on the cold floor with tears in his eyes. Seeing that his underwear was about to be stripped off, he turned his head and bit the palm that was holding his arm. The man relaxed in pain. Fu Le rushed to the bench like an arrow hanging from a string, pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and killed himself with a single stroke of the knife...

In reality, Yang Qian didn't realize what Fu Le was going through in his dream, so he just roared.

"Damn motherfucker, you still have to fucking sleep in time!" Yang Qian said angrily.

Suddenly, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of Fu Le's mouth, Yang Qian was startled, and quickly cupped his cheeks.

"Bitch, let go of your mouth! Are you trying to die!"

No matter what Yang Qian said, Fu Le didn't respond. Seeing that the blood was flowing more and more, Yang Qian directly raised his hand and punched Fu Le in the face, spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, at least he let go.

As soon as Yang Qian breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that the fellow was about to bite his tongue again, so he quickly stuffed his wrist into his mouth.

Yang Qian gasped in pain, and a little sweat broke out on his forehead.

What the hell is going on with this guy, he is so ruthless, he wants to die?

Fu Le seemed to perceive Yang Qian's words in his dream, and slowly closed his eyes.

He trampled on his life like this, what else would he do...