"Wang Chong, let her go!"

"Sister-in-law, this ...... Never! ”

"Why not?"

"She's a spy of the Great Northern Kingdom!"

"It's true that she's from the Great North, but she's not a spy!"

"She's not a spy?"

"If you send a fine worker to the enemy camp, will you send a weak woman who is powerless?"

"No, but ......"

"But you like her?"

"Sister-in-law, I ......"

"She's very strong, and if she doesn't want to, all you get is a corpse! Since she is not a spy, for the person you like, do you want to get her corpse or set her free and let her live her own life? ”

"I ......" Wang Chong was powerless to refute, nodded slowly, looked back at the door again, hugged his fist to Jian Hui and said goodbye, and turned to leave.

"Wait, ask someone to bring her something to eat, it should be soft and glutinous, easy to digest, preferably porridge." Jian Hui instructed Wang Chong.

Jian Hui saw Wang Chong walking away, so she walked back to the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and sighed while gently untying the bloodstained strip of cloth on the woman's wrist that had been strangled by the struggle: "The ants still know how to steal life, why do you trample on your life so much!" ”

The woman slowly opened her eyes, she had already heard unusual movements and sounds, but she was already dizzy from hunger and began to hallucinate, and now someone was really untying her?

The sky was spinning for a while, the woman's dry lips trembled, and she didn't make a sound for a long time, Jian Hui looked sad, and in a blink of an eye, she saw a pot of water on the table next to the bed, poured it into the cup, and it was not too dirty, so she sat up and fed her some water to drink.

After drinking the water, Jian Hui gently helped the woman to lie down, but she continued to untie the strips of cloth tied on her ankles.

Wen Yuan knocked on the half-hidden door: "Sister-in-law, all the personnel of the Red Mansion have been gathered!" ”

"Okay, I'll be right here!" Jian Hui responded.

"Since you are not a spy, don't think about seeking death, eat well, and let you go when your physical condition is stable in a few days." After Jian Hui finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Leaving the woman desperately staring at the door, her eyes bursting with a ray of hope, and the woman often recalled this scene afterwards, only to feel that Jian Hui's voice was like a faint fairy sound.

In the open space below the Red Mansion, more than 200 women stood in an untidy queue with cowardice or empty eyes, and more than a dozen soldiers with knives were outside to maintain order. Jian Hui looked over one by one, and the women in the Red Chamber had several common characteristics: their faces were gray and their expressions were desperate. But there are a dozen or so women who are exceptional, and there is still hope in their eyes.

"Wen Yuan, you take the soldiers and go, just hand me over here."

"Sister-in-law......" Wen Yuan wanted to say that it was not safe, but he thought that Jian Hui was more skilled than himself, so he stopped in time.

"Don't worry, since the emperor handed over the Red Mansion to me, I will naturally pay attention. The people in the Red Chamber are all women, and there are men here, and there are some things that I can't say for me. ”

Wen Yuan understood and left with the dozen or so soldiers.

Jian Hui looked at the group of women in front of her who didn't care much about where they were, and didn't care much about the conversation between themselves and Wen Yuan, and sighed in her heart: Sisters, you have suffered!

Clearing her throat, Jian Hui said loudly: "Hello everyone, my name is Jian Hui, from today on, the Red Mansion will be under my management, and all the sisters will be under my jurisdiction from now on!" ”

A faint, indifferent voice in the crowd: "Military prostitute! If someone else takes care of us, we are not tortured until we die. ”

This sentence resonated with the women of the Red Mansion, and the atmosphere of pathos began to become stronger, and some people began to cry.

Others are persuading, "What's the use of crying? This is our life. ”

(l~1`x*>+``+