Ah Chang

Chapter 9 Good Night

Just a breeze.

When Ah Chang woke up, he found himself in a completely strange environment.

The simple and rough mud walls, the broken wooden windows that creaked in the wind, and the dust particles floating in the sun seemed to be experiencing a dream, and fell slightly on every inch of her body.

"Here...where is..."

A Chang propped up her body, and the bed under her was hard and cold.

There was a stabbing pain in the forehead, and Ah Chang overturned the bowl beside the bed, followed by the sound of boiling outside the room:

"Hey! Hey! There's movement! Wake up, wake up!"

Before Ah Shang was fully awake, she was surrounded by the crowd who broke into the house. There were about a dozen people watching, including men and women, old and young. The old woman who squeezed in the front was very happy. Holding up A Chang's hand: "Good girl, you are awake!"

"I......"

Ah Chang blinked her eyelashes, facing these people who seemed to be very concerned about her, she couldn't recognize any of them.

"Girl! Are you hungry? I have steamed buns here. They're hot! They've just been steamed! Would you like one?" A woman standing at the back lifted a bagful of steamed buns above her head, and the steamed buns were spreading out With wisps of heat: "Look, this is still..."

"Oh! What kind of steamed buns are you eating! I just woke up, and I'm not afraid to choke my girl! I must drink some water first to smooth my throat!" A tall man next to the woman interrupted her words, holding up the same The steaming teapot: "Girl! Drink some tea first, I just brewed it!" After speaking, the man did not forget to sniff the teapot, and put on a look of enjoyment: "Smell the smell, It's really fragrant!"

"Sweet fart! Girl, don't believe his words, you look so weak, you must not be used to drinking that tea, it tastes bitter! Why don't you come and taste my sugar water, but I brewed it early in the morning with dew water!" Another woman surrounded by the side pushed the man's platform aside, and this squeeze made the crowd boil again:

"It's still dewy! Save yourself! It's really..."

"Hey! Girl, I still have a freshly made elbow here!"

"I have fresh oranges here!"

"girl......!"

"girl......!"

Facing the excessive enthusiasm of the crowd, A Chang felt her headache getting worse. She propped her forehead and saw a woman in Tsing Yi at the end of the crowd. It was particularly conspicuous among the group of boiling people.

But it's just conspicuous.

A Chang couldn't recognize the woman, just like she couldn't recognize everything in front of her at this moment.

even......

"who I am......?"

When A Chang asked this sentence, she saw the woman in Tsing Yi put down the bamboo hat, turned and left.

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"Pavilion Master, she is awake, and the medicine has taken effect."

"Thank you, Youfeng."

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They told Ah Chang that she passed out at the entrance of the village on a rainy night, her whole body was black and smelled of burning.

Ah Chang doesn't remember anything, and the villagers said that since they met at night, they should call her "Wan Niang".

"Miss, do you remember anything today?"

This is the word that the villagers greet A-Shang most often. They seem to be very concerned about the recovery of A-Shang's memory.

Standing on the edge of the field, A Chang looked into the distance. This is a small village with about a dozen households. There are simple and simple houses scattered on both sides of the bluestone road. The singing of rural villagers can be heard from the fields not far away. , although it is not a melodious tune, it makes Ah Chang feel comfortable and peaceful.

"They sang of indescribable beauty. The beauty is fascinating. Their singing pierced through the clouds and rushed out of the moist and ordinary soil. They flew into the sky like blue birds, making all worries disappear."

Ah Chang was fascinated by this, and at some point there stood a man beside him. The man was dressed as a scholar and looked at the field with his hands behind his back. Seeing that Ah Chang noticed it, he turned his eyes and smiled at her.

"Does the girl also think that the singing in the field is very beautiful?"

The man called her "girl" instead of "night lady".

At night, Ah Chang couldn't fall asleep anyway, she stood in the courtyard and looked at the fields in the distance, where the singing of the farmers had disappeared, and she remembered what the man said in the daytime.

"The song pierces through the clouds, like a blue bird flying into the sky."

She looked up at the sky, there were few stars and the moon was bright in the wilderness, and even the clouds floating under the moon could be seen.

The village has fallen into a deep sleep. On such a quiet and peaceful night, A Chang raised her hand as if she wanted to touch the floating clouds in the sky. She always felt that she seemed to have forgotten many things, but she couldn't remember them.

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Night, deep forest.

Several luxuriously dressed men led a woman along the sound of water to a falling river.

Surrounded by dense bamboo forests, above is a bright and clear moon, the night wind blows the bamboo leaves "rustling", and the sound of running water is quiet and elegant, and reveals a bit of darkness and mystery.

"Jian Shui Pavilion."

The leading man looked at the majestic pavilion vacated above Luohe, thinking that he had finally found the right place.

"I heard that the Lord prayed for a happy flower..." The man sat in the pavilion and looked respectful through a screen: "This flower was carefully cultivated by our owner, and today I specially sent it to the Lord, and I hope the Lord will accept it with a smile."

After the man finished speaking, he looked at the woman. The woman blinked her eyelashes and stepped forward. She specially sprayed hibiscus incense on her body, and it diffused behind the screen with the evening wind.

There was no movement behind the screen for a long time, only the sound of water falling into the river, the men felt a little uneasy when the woman was suddenly pulled into the screen.

"Let me see how caring Master Shen is."

Behind the screen was a clear voice and the silhouette of a woman.

The woman is what they call "Prayer Pavilion Master", Qiyun.

There was a moment of panic on the face of the woman who was pulled behind the screen, but she became calm after seeing Qi Yun. She only heard that the owner of the Jianshui Pavilion was a woman, but she never thought it would be such a young woman.

Even, she is a stunning beauty.

"The slave family has seen the Lord of the Pavilion."

The woman bowed slightly with a smile, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, full of coquettishness, Qi Yun leaned lazily on the chair, and looked at her with her forehead propped up. There was no light in the screen, only the moonlight was shining in her eyes.

The woman couldn't see what Qi Yun was thinking, so she simply took the initiative to send herself over. She climbed up to Qi Yun's knee with a charming smile, and rubbed her fingertips on Qi Yun's leg ambiguously: "I heard that Pavilion Master Qi likes to take the initiative. ..." The woman moved her body up as she spoke, using those soft peaks to touch Qi Yun's body, revealing a seductive chest and neck curve, Qi Yun lowered her eyelashes, and seemed to be a little interested, This makes the woman's seductive posture even bolder.

She straddled Qi Yun's body and half-pressed Qi Yun on the chair. Qi Yun didn't hide or meet him, but raised her eyes slightly as if watching a performance.

"Pray for the master to help the servants take off their clothes..."

The woman sounded a bit impatient, as soon as her words fell, the clothes slid off her shoulders, Qi Yun finally moved his hand, and grabbed her by the waist.

The ambiguous silhouettes of the two were reflected on the screen, so bold and unscrupulous that the few men waiting at the side could see clearly.

Just when the men thought the plan was successful, the intertwined figures behind the screen suddenly stopped, and the next moment they were splashed with gushing blood.

Qi Yun walked out from behind the screen with a short dagger in his hand, and the woman remained in a bent posture and was silent.

Yin Hong's blood dripped down the dagger in Qi Yun's hand, and a few drops were splashed on her cheeks: "Master Shen really took a lot of thought." Throwing the dagger aside, Qi Yun walked up to several people. In front of the man, he looked down at them: "It's a pity, it's not enough."

"Ah..." Looking down at Qi Yun's cold eyes, several men felt chills in their hearts, and hurriedly got up from their chairs: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Do it!"

The man ran out while begging for mercy, and the moment he left the room, he was blocked by the wind that had been equal to this for a long time.There was a more miserable scream through the door, and then everything returned to calm.

A strong smell of blood permeated the air, mixed with the fragrance of hibiscus on the woman's body, Qi Yun walked to the window and looked at the quiet night, the moon and stars were sparse, it was really a good night.