The sound of the rain outside the tent subsided, the curtain was lifted, and the cooling air was left open. A drunken wolf howl could be heard from the camp in the middle of the night, and the sergeants who were hooked on their shoulders threw their fists in unison. Lei Changming was so hot that he unbuttoned his clothes and exposed his breasts. His chest was black, there were many scars, and tufts of chest hair looked like weeds, growing wantonly in his clothes. He embraced the woman drunkenly, sang and danced, and greeted Shen Zechuan: "Brother Shen, get up!"
At this moment, the curtain moved, and a few soldiers with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes entered the room and set out to eat.
Shen Zechuan wiped away half of the small bamboo fan and stood up. The candles in the tent were not bright enough, so he raised his hand to cover his face with a fan, looked at Lei Changming, and said softly, "What kind of dance do you want to see?"
Lei Changming felt that Shen Zechuan was born so well, not only was it shockingly beautiful, but also so gorgeous that it covered the whole house with color. He drank to strengthen his courage, even pushed the woman away and rushed towards Shen Zechuan, but unexpectedly tripped over the wine jug under his feet and fell embarrassedly at the feet of Shen Zechuan. Lei Changming gasped for breath, and fell on the ground like this, trying to grab the hem of Shen Zechuan's robe. He fluttered, but laughed.
"Xiang," Lei Changming stretched his neck and sniffed hard in the air, "you are really fragrant. Brother Shen, come on, give me a hand, I'll dance with you, you can dance what you want! Damn it, This is what people call the fragrance of beauty!"
Shen Zechuan stared at him and saw him crawling on the ground like a shaggy spider with a shy belly, chasing after his white corner. For some reason, Shen Zechuan developed an extremely hasty disgust at this absurd and comical moment. His hatred for breaking the fence was like lava, so hot that his fingers while holding the fan were turning white.
The husband asked him to leave Qidu and return to Zhongbo. Duanzhou, which he had been fascinated with in his dreams, has been handed over to such people one after another. Lei Changming and others are like those malicious disguise, they are the ghosts occupying the river.
Shen Zechuan's bamboo fan was lightly placed on his lips, he smiled, took a step back, leaned over slightly in the noise of flickering ghosts, and said, "Come here.
Lei Changming originally wanted to get up, but at this moment, he seemed to be unable to care. He crawled towards Shen Zechuan with both hands and feet. In this trance, he felt that what he saw was not a human being, but an untouchable night demon. He swallowed his saliva covetously, only to realize that Shen Zechuan was wearing a very small white jade stone on his right ear. The jade was carefully polished into a perfect circle, and the color in the shadow of the lamp was too gentle. On Shen Zechuan's earlobe, it was the only accessory on Shen Zechuan's body other than the small bamboo fan.
"Brother Shen..." Lei Changming said urgently, "Quick, give me a hand."
The soldiers bury their heads in the plate, hold the tray, and get out of the way, as if preparing to exit. The shouts and laughter of men and women are like this drizzle, and in Lei Changming's ears, it becomes another world that seems far away. He was like a tethered jackal, dripping with saliva, and being pulled towards Shen Zechuan by an invisible force. The tent was upside down, and Lei Changming was a little dizzy, because he drank too much.
Brother Shen.
Lei Changming recited in a pilgrimage.
Shen Zechuan. beauty. Brother Shen.
Lei Changming tore at his open clothes in confusion, feeling that the scars on his chest were burning. He had never been like this before, with his eyes open, but he seemed to be asleep. He was still crawling, as if finally approaching Shen Zechuan's feet. He raised his head and let out a vague laugh, he wanted to grab the corner of Shen Zechuan's robe that was as white as a cloud.
"Monster..." Lei Changming stretched out his hand tremblingly and muttered to Shen Zechuan, "How did you come to look like this..."
Lei Changming killed many people in Zhongbo, robbed countless women, and forced many children. People like him seem to love people who are like jewels by nature. Those delicate, clean, and even ignorant, he wants to tear them apart, and they are stained with blood and filth. He has done a lot of evil things, and he feels that even if he sees a ghost, he will take a detour. He is not afraid of any cause and effect - they have done something wrong, but they can still sleep sweetly, and there are countless riches and riches in their dreams. They don't recall the bodies crushed by themselves at all, those are like clouds, people they have never been able to touch.
Lei Changming's eyes were dim, and Shen Zechuan's face gradually blurred. The mellow little jade became clearer and clearer, and turned into a small jade bead that he seemed familiar with.
Little brother.
Lei Changming once coaxed a child like this. He held the other party's hands and feet and put the other party in the pitch-black tent. He still remembered that he also drank alcohol that day, and the scar on his chest burned like this. The gripping hands and feet were too thin, Lei Changming even wanted to break them in excitement. He folded it hard, watching the ruddy turn into blue and white, and finally became a mess of meat.
Lei Changming gasped for breath, but failed to touch Shen Zechuan several times. He shook his head vigorously, a splitting headache amidst the clutter of voices. He crawled forward in a hurry, bumped into the small case on the side, and the drinks and dishes splashed all over him. He was half-naked and shouted: "Shen-"
The tent reflected in Lei Changming's eyes suddenly came over, and a large amount of blood was splashed on his cheek. He opened his mouth wide, his body still froze in place, but his head had already rolled out, knocking against the wooden leg of the small case, his expression was so vivid that it was disgusting.
The laughter in the tent stopped abruptly, the candle was still flickering, everyone maintained their original movements, but seemed to be stiff and dead. There was a little wind through the open curtains, the drizzle was still falling, and the night was like a climbing silence, extinguishing the last candlelight.
Shen Zechuan put the Yangshan Snow pulled out from under the mat on the tablecloth, wiped it silently, the blade stripped the blood, leaving a long red scar on the cotton cloth. He wiped very slowly, no one saw when he drew the knife, and could only admire his patient wipe.
Shen Zechuan laughed inexplicably, he laughed out loud, like the most wanton laugh in these days. He withdrew the knife, grabbed the folding fan again, and stepped on Lei Changming's head.
"Dancing," Shen Zechuan lowered his eyes and said to Lei Changming, "Are you worthy?"
* * *
Before the peeing soldier took off his pants, his throat was cut and he was dragged into the grass. The patrols in the camp were loose, and Lei Changming's soldiers gathered in groups of three or five, playing dice under the watchtower, unaware that their own people were decreasing silently.
"Tell the chef to save a few mouthfuls of meat, and get a plate for our brother. This rain is like diarrhea, it's uncomfortable to fall, and if you don't drink some wine, how hard it will be!" Xiaoqi rolled the dice, raised his head and followed the back The person shouted, "You go, it's just you, the pestle is out of the way here!"
After saying that, they lowered their heads again. They faced each other, chewing jerky, and threw the last bit of copper coins in the belt into the game, hoping to get better.
"This hand is too stinky!" One of them slapped his hands as if he was slapped bad luck, wiped and wiped on his legs, and said, "I'm not playing anymore!"
"Don't!" The other dragged him, "This is so boring! Don't you have to ask for money when you enter the city tomorrow and go to the kiln? You have another one! Time will turn around!"
"Bah!" The one who was about to leave spat on the other side's face, "With our reputation as a big family, we need money to go to the city and go to the kiln? Bad bitches don't deserve money, prostituting them is just a face! I'm still afraid of them. Get me dirty! Stop playing! I think I have to spend the night in the tent tonight, and I won't be able to fight tomorrow if I drink like this, so I'll sleep for a few hours."
As soon as the man turned his head, he bumped into someone else. He knocked his forehead on the armor, and when he heard a "bang", he also hit himself. He was stunned for a moment, then began to push and shove the other party, scolding: "Block your father—"
Hearing a muffled piercing sound, the man was about to fall forward before he had time to speak. He was blocked by the opponent's body, so he stepped back and ran into the crowd who were still rolling the dice. The dice was knocked to the ground immediately, and their vigilant temper was soaring, they were about to fight when they grabbed the back of the person. Who would have guessed that when they turned around and looked at the person, they stared out of their eyes, and they were already dead!
The Imperial Army pulled out a knife in a hurry, and without giving the bandits a chance to react, they went up to chop people down first. Blood sprayed on the armor, Tantaihu wiped his face and shouted, "Kill!"
Without a tip-off from the patrol team, the soldiers who had rested in the camp were caught off guard by the embargoed army. Tantaihu led the people into the tent, covered their mouths and noses, and stabbed them with a knife, leaving behind a blanket of red. The surviving bandits ran out of the tent in panic, but did not receive any orders. They were like a swarm of headless flies, running around in a panic in the rainy night. The camp has been completely surrounded by the forbidden army. As soon as the old Youzi, who has been in the rivers and lakes all year round, saw those unsheathed knives, he immediately grabbed them, crowded together, and knelt down to beg for mercy.
Xiao Chiye came on horseback, and Lang Taoxuejin stepped on the horse's hooves in front of the crowd. Haidongqing descended from the sky and landed on Xiao Chiye's shoulders, with the chill of the cold wind when he folded his wings. Xiao Chiye's sturdy body is like a cloud of ink that covers the light in a rainy night. He carries the distant and faint candlelight in the tent, and his eyes are cut like a knife, causing those prying eyes to disappear in a panic.
Tantai Tiger is counting the number of people.
Xiao Chiye turned his horse's head and his shoulders were already wet. He tilted his head sharply and stared at the dead military tent, as if he knew that there was flesh and blood inside to eat. Shen Zechuan was not in the tent, he was standing outside, holding an umbrella, looking down at his blood-stained boots.
Xiao Chiye leaned down and jumped on Shen Zechuan's shoulder. Shen Zechuan raised his head, facing Xiao Chiye's eyes.
"This little son," Xiao Chiye raised his fingers and scratched the tip of Shen Zechuan's nose, "Why are you standing here alone in the rain?"
Shen Zechuan wiped away the small bamboo fan, showed it to Xiao Chiye, and said a little angrily, "My fan is dirty."
A few drops of blood were splattered on the fan, like red plums splashed on the words, and it was opened slyly, no matter how unpleasant it was. This word was written by Xiao Chiye. Since this fan was sent, it was like the blue handkerchief that Shen Zechuan never left.
"It's pretty chic," Xiao Chiye said without leaving Shen Zechuan's face, "Give this to me, and I'll make another for you."
Shen Zechuan inserted the fan diagonally into Xiao Chiye's back collar and nodded. Xiao Chiye smiled at him and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Shen Zechuan shook out his umbrella, blocked the two, and said, "Make it up, it's too noisy."
Xiao Chiye got off his horse, took the umbrella, and only covered Shen Zechuan. He exposed half of his body outside, lifted the curtain with one hand, and looked inside. After a while, he said, "This camp is a bit weird."
Shen Zechuan raised his hand to cover Meng, who wanted to fly in, and said, "I don't think he is the Lei Changming who was rumored to be able to conquer Duanzhou and Dunzhou."
The two of them were still talking when they suddenly saw Tantai Hu hurriedly approaching. The blood on the tiger was not wiped off. He looked bad. He saluted the two of them and said, "Master, their numbers don't match at all. I asked some small flags, but I couldn't even tell how many people there were. I just pressed for more questions, only to realize that they are all bandits that Lei Changming just brought in, not the ones he brought from Luoshan at all!"