On the last day of September, the pheasant slave was in torment, and when the first rays of the morning sun shone through the fine gauze window, she opened her eyes as if she had sensed something, gently removed a hand that had been placed on her chest, and then lifted the little head that had been pillowing her all night from the back of her head, pulled her arm out, looked at the face that was still asleep, and slowly laid it down on the pillow.

"Sister woke up" just sat up from the bed, and the other head moved on the edge of the couch, almost at the same time as she woke up, listening to the sea rubbing her eyes, sleepy eyes and muttering, I didn't really think she was dreaming.

"Shh The pheasant slave made a gesture and motioned her to be quieter, and Tinghai immediately stopped his mouth, and also gestured to himself to go outside to boil water and wash for her.

Seeing her stand up and quietly retreat, the pheasant slave sat on the bed in a daze, with a calm and even breathing sound in her ears, and her nose was filled with intoxicating incense, this is the life that Brother Yu and the woman next to him live every day, everything seems so unreal, like a dream.

The wound on her shoulder has healed, and unexpectedly left a small scar on her skin, thinking about Brother Yu'er's expression when she wrapped her wound that day, the pheasant slave couldn't help but feel sad secretly, and only this flawless woman around him is worthy of him, he may be special in his heart, but it will not be the most important one.

Today, she has fulfilled her promise, two months have passed, people still have not appeared, the hope in her heart is getting slimmer and slimmer, maybe this woman around her needs someone to protect, but who will protect her? The pheasant slave nostalgically caressed what might have been the place where he had slept, looked at everything in the room with nostalgia, and then resolutely got out of the bed, and began to search for his clothes on the floor with his bare feet.

In the last month of her life, she has to complete a mission of her own, and at the same time for him, no matter what the outcome, she has only one destiny. The pheasant slave tied his hair into a bun, changed into the men's clothes he had prepared, and walked towards the outhouse without stopping, but before he could take a step, his hand was grabbed.

"Three months, you said." Jing Niang dragged her hand stubbornly, as soon as the pheasant slave turned around, what she saw was a pitiful expression, thinking of the days of getting along day and night this month, she couldn't shake her hand ruthlessly, and she didn't know how to persuade her, because now even she was full of death.

"I'm sorry, Jing Niang, I can't wait with you anymore, there is still some time, I have to kill someone, a very tricky person. I don't know if I can beat him, I can only go all out and fight with my life, if you can't stand it, just find a way to break it yourself, anyway, sooner or later we will meet below, now let me go, okay? ”

Jing Niang knew what she was talking about, these days the pheasant slave told her everything that happened in the capital, so that she understood the other side of her husband who was unknown, although she learned that she was not his first woman, but it did not affect Jing Niang's perception of him, men should have clear grievances, what is more exciting than seeking revenge for thousands of miles, taking people's heads in a desperate situation surrounded by strong enemies? All this is even more thrilling than the Tang legends contained in the book, and Jing Niang often listens to it with enthusiasm, and she can't wait to be in it.

She didn't let go, but shook her head desperately, a green silk was shaken by her and scattered, sliding down her cheeks, her pure white and flawless face still had the blush she had when she first woke up, and her bright eyes were full of tears.

"Jing Niang, I know what you're thinking, but forgive me, it's only been a month, you can wait if you want, you don't want to, just like that night, no one will stop you again this time."

"You said, we have to suffer together, don't leave me alone, Sister Pheasant, do you remember what you said to me that night, if I can't do it, you will help me, if you insist on leaving, help me first, please." Jing Niang's tears fell silently, she couldn't imagine the days when she waited alone in this room alone, and after experiencing that kind of despair, she would not think of doing it again.

"I'm going to be too far away, I have to go early, you still have time, there's no need for this, what if he shows up the next moment? What if there is news tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, in case "the pheasant slave can't make it up, Jing Niang cried in her arms and became a tearful person, such a long time, no matter where the person is, there should be news back, you must know that they have eyeliner everywhere in the Northland, and they can use the microphone to report the news at any time, all this can only show that the hope is getting smaller and smaller, and the pheasant slave doesn't want to wait any longer, because the sadness in her heart is more than Jing Niang, but she can't cry like her."

In front of these people, she has always had a strong shell, only she knows how fragile that shell is, this fragility has never been shown in front of her brother, let alone that person's wife, it is even more impossible to die.

If you don't go, you can't go, being cried by Jing Niang like this, making her feel that her heart is shaking, thinking about what Fang Jing Niang said to her, the pheasant slave forced her heart to harden a little, gently patted the other party's back, leaned down and said in her ear.

"Forget it, since you can't do it, I said to help you, so let's do it, but you have to let me go first." Hearing her words, Jing Niang obediently let go of the hand she was clenching, and then she felt a hand slip off her back, stopping every few moments, as if looking for a suitable part.

The girl in her arms gradually retracted, and the pheasant slave could feel what she was waiting for, and every movement she made would make her body tremble slightly, of course, it would not be lust, but fear. Her hand finally stopped on the right side of her back, and from the front it was the heart, and Jing Niang curled up in her arms, closing her eyes deadly, waiting for the final moment.

Because she was wearing only a piece of obscene clothing, she could feel the delicate touch from her fingertips through a thin layer of gauze, and the trembling of her body, looking at this delicate woman, the pheasant slave was actually deeply reluctant to give up, and a snowy short blade appeared on her empty hand, and it was hard to imagine what it would be like when she pierced this body.

"Bear with me, it'll be fine for a while." After saying this, the pheasant slave gritted his teeth and raised the knife in his hand, and was about to stab down according to the gesture of that part, but at this moment, the door of the outer room was suddenly pushed open, and a figure flashed in.

"Ahh The slave came to tell her sister that after the water was ready, the slave went out first, and waited outside. Tinghai saw the scene in front of him and hurriedly retreated to the outer room.

Of course she didn't see the knife, the eldest lady was embraced in the arms of Sister Pheasant, the latter was still dressed in men's clothes, how weird and weird the posture was, the four of them were different from the maids born in the house, they had all kinds of training before they were bought, the most of which was how to please men, of course such a situation would not be unfamiliar, even the surprise was pretended by her.

The moment she appeared, the pheasant slave breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, in fact, she really couldn't do it, and she originally wanted to make a show of teasing the other party, so that she had an excuse.

"Jing Niang, I can't do that, once I kill you, I won't be able to get out of the city, listen to my advice, wait another month, maybe I will walk in front of you." Helping the girl in her arms up, the pheasant slave wiped the tears from her face until she slowly opened her eyes.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's too late now, it's been so long, what if he doesn't wait for us?" The skin on the pheasant's hand was a little thick, it felt like a man was touching her skin, Jing Niang's face became more and more red for no reason, and a burst of shame rose from her heart, and the most unbelievable thing for her was that the other party was still a woman.

"Silly Nizi, no matter how long it takes, he will wait for you." The pheasant slave was unaware of the change in her expression, but she didn't come out of the moment before she came, and comforted with pity.

In fact, the relationship between the two girls is very strange, sometimes Jing Niang is older, sometimes the pheasant slave will be more mature, they are not close friends, and even their hobbies are completely different, and they usually rarely have contacts, but because of that person, Shengsheng has become the most intimate kind of relationship, relying on each other, saying nothing and even entrusting life and death.

Seeing that she slowly calmed down, the pheasant slave let go of her hand, there was still a long way to go, she was not a mother-in-law, she didn't want to waste any more time, she tied a small burden to her body, and was still ready to face her fate alone as when she entered the mansion.

"Take care." Jing Niang didn't hold her anymore, nor did she get up to send her off, silently watching her finish all this before she gently spit out two words.

"So are you." The pheasant smiled and waved at her, washed her face in the basin outside, and then went out without looking back.

Outside the Qiantang Gate of Lin'an City, a healthy horse was led out of the city, before getting on the horse, the pheasant slave glanced at the banner on the city tower, this may be the last time she saw the banner of the Great Song Dynasty, once upon a time she thought that she would eventually die under this banner, and now fate has made her go to the enemy country to complete an impossible task.

Out of Liu's house, she went back to the Jin family, and her sister-in-law loved her as always, and didn't mind why she passed the door and didn't enter, only she knew in her heart that it was because she didn't dare to go. Afraid of the bond of family affection, she was at a loss, and she could no longer have the heart of revenge, so when she ran away, the pheasant slave no longer had the courage to say goodbye to any acquaintance.

This is a trip of no return, she didn't bring anything except a person and a horse, a set of clothes, and some money, and even gave up the necessary microphone for spies, and now she doesn't want to implicate anyone anymore, and she doesn't want any more brothers to fall for her, in order to achieve this goal, even the route she chooses deliberately avoided the spies under Li Shiyi, and quietly rode away alone.

Out of the Qiantang Gate, just as she wanted to turn into the official road to the north, suddenly ran out of the back gate a large group of forbidden troops, the number of which was hundreds, the first was a man dressed as a civil official, the pheasant slave remembered where he had seen him, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Look at their direction, go straight up, there is the largest official post in Lin'an Mansion, which is not inhabited by officials who have entered Beijing, or envoys from various countries, as usual, with her temperament will definitely go with the excitement, and at the moment, the pheasant slave just wants to hurry, and has no interest in anything.

Along the official road all the way to the north, the people out of the city gradually became scarce, there was no obstacle on the spacious road, her horse speed became faster and faster, pedestrians, cars, horses, trees, and houses all became reflections in a flash, the breeze hit, the morning sun greeted, and the pheasant slave had nothing in her heart, only the last thought remained.

"Huh!" A voice was blown into her ears by the wind, and it seemed like some annoying guy was calling her? The pheasant slave sighed secretly, and the whip in her hand was pumped back again, the pain would hallucinate, she just wanted to get out of here quickly, lest she drive herself crazy after she died.

In the backyard of Liu Mansion in Xingqingfang, the figure that floated out was imprinted in Jing Niang's mind, and at this moment she couldn't say whether it was envy or something else, all the people left, and the house suddenly became lifeless again. A month is so long, Jing Niang knows that she can't hold on without a pheasant slave, and people will always increase some courage when they are desperate, and she will not be an exception.

"Lady, let the servants wait for you to dress." When she made a decision in her heart, and when she got out of bed, she heard the movement and walked in with her shirt, the thin black tights were her favorite, and her husband's favorite one.

"Put it down, you can go to the box in a moment and find out my auspicious suit." In front of the subordinates, Jing Niang's face returned to coldness, and she pointed to the outside and commanded.

"Jifu? But what the lady wore on the day she got married. Tinghai didn't react for a while, and asked a little confused.

"Well, and that set of head noodles, find them together, I remember to put them in the outer storeroom, in the largest box, you go now."

Jing Niang didn't pay attention to her anymore, and changed into tights by herself, no matter what, this is her daily habit, which has been carved into her bones, for her, it is more important than eating and sleeping, because that is her husband's instructions, and this time today, she has to work harder than usual any day, do meticulously, and sweat, but to complete all the actions, she still feels that it is not enough.

"Cut red makeup on the mirror, weep and worship my father, and go with a fragrant car, but I am a husband."

Those cumbersome and delicate heads, one by one, were worn on her carefully combed cloud temples, looking at the delicate makeup in the mirror, Jing Niang seemed to have returned to the day of marriage, even the originally ordinary process, because of the participation of her husband, became an indelible scene in her heart, no regrets! is her state of mind at the moment, even if she goes down to the underworld, she wants her husband to see the most beautiful side of herself.

"Can you still see it?" Jing Niang in the mirror showed a smile, and the Guanhai behind her was sour.

"It's like a celestial." Fortunately, her reaction was still very fast, and the words of praise blurted out.

Jing Niang looked left and right with a smile undiminished, of course she knew that this was just a compliment, really talking about appearance, the four big girls would not lose to her, plus the advantage of age, the gap is only afraid to be bigger, but it doesn't matter, as long as it can be recognized by the husband, what does it matter what others think.

After combing her makeup, she stood up, Guanhai hurriedly put on the long and floor-length coat, her small body still couldn't fully support her clothes, but compared to the day she got married, Jing Niang had already felt her growth, thanks to the constant exercise, the original heavy head and clothes seemed to be much lighter, and she could even turn around in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, with a little pride on her face.

It's really a heavenly posture, Guanhai looked at the hostess's unusual performance, and silently praised in her heart, this sentence is not a compliment, but the true thoughts in her heart, the nobility of her birth can increase the temperament of people, Jing Niang's figure is gradually growing, coupled with the nourishment of love, one day they will be ashamed of themselves.

The person in the mirror made Jing Niang herself very satisfied, she had more than one set of such a big makeup, but no matter what grade of court dress, in her mind, it was not as good as this skirt with green as the main color. From the point of view of later generations, such a color scheme is actually a bit gaudy, but when worn on her, there is a taste of vulgarity.

"Alright, you go out, I'll call you if there's something." Jing Niang's tone was undoubtedly stern, Guanhai had no choice but to give a salute and leave the room, at least at this moment, she couldn't see that the lady had any bad thoughts, just Sijun's heart.

Only the pheasant slave knew what happened that night, and the only thing that could persuade her was locked in the firewood room, and even if the people were talking, who would dare to say more in front of her, Jing Niang's eyes were rolling in the room, this time, she knew that no one would bother her again.

Of course, it is impossible to wear such heavy equipment to hang the beam again, it is too difficult to do that, and it is very uncomfortable, but fortunately, although it is not easy to live, there are many kinds of death, such as those golden ornaments in the jewelry box, which is a means of leaving the house that the woman of the house has tried and tested.

"Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc. Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc. Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc"

Jing Niang wrote this sentence over and over again on a piece of paper, tears hit her head drop by drop, soaking those words into a ball, and a voice in her heart kept shouting, where are you falling? When her grief reached its peak, she threw down her pen, ripped off the two gold beads from a hairpin, and stuffed them into her mouth without hesitation.