In the dark cell, there was only one candle flame, flickering dimly or brightly.

Looking up, it was a dark and damp cell, Zhang Xicheng was tied to the wall, and his hands and feet were bound with iron chains.

Around, there was a chaotic noise, mixed with the coercion and ridicule of foreigners:

"Artists? You said that you should sing while being whipped, does it have a broken beauty? ”

With a "snap", the iron whip fell, and the white shirt on Zhang Xicheng's body immediately had a blood stain.

His face was beaten to the side, and he looked at the eyes of the foreigners, still with disdain.

Gritted his teeth and didn't let himself let out a whimper.

Want him to beg for mercy? Let's go in the next life!

"Come, open your mouth and sing a piece of "The Palace of Eternal Life" to the master." A tall foreigner came over, untied the belt around his waist, and pressed it against his fair and emaciated cheeks:

"I heard that in ancient times, there was a habit of breaking sleeves, I don't know if you have ever done the trick of the rabbit master."

"Don't sing, do you? I have a way to get you to speak. As soon as the foreigner's words fell, he reached out to unbutton the button on Zhang Xicheng's chest.

"Don't!" Liang Yueying opened her mouth wide, breathing rapidly, but she couldn't make a sound:

"Let him go! Then, I'll kill you foreign devils! ”

Until the midnight bell rang in her ears, Liang Yueying sat up straight from the bed, cold sweat dripping, wetting a strand of hair scattered on her forehead.

"Miss, Miss!" Shuangyan didn't know how many times she had been called from the side, but when she was a little more sober, she poured a glass of warm water from the small table and sent it to her.

"Miss, but she recognizes the bed and is stunned?"

After that, I couldn't help but sigh: "It's the third day that I came to Jiangbei with Dashuai, and I still can't sleep well." If this goes on like this for a long time, where will the body be able to eat? ”

"Xicheng." Liang Yueying obviously hadn't completely recovered from the ghost press bed, and muttered in her mouth:

"How's he doing?"

I don't know if I came to Jiangbei with the Overseer, and without the protection of the marshal, those crazy foreigners will find him trouble again.

"No way!" The scenes in the dream were too clear, and the scenes echoed in front of her eyes, and finally made her sit still.

I didn't even have time to put on my shoes and socks when I got up, so I hurried downstairs with a pair of jade feet, stepping on a snow-white plush carpet made of fox skin, and the silk pajamas on my body were half-covered.

"I have to send him a telegram telling him to leave Shanghai for the time being, to go out and avoid the limelight."

When passing by Shuangyan's side, she inadvertently knocked over the tea cup in her hand, and the warm water soaked the bedding.

Shuangyan didn't have time to catch up with her, so she had ordered the old mother to come and clean up.

He still didn't forget to persuade him: "Miss, slow down, the handsome is discussing with the adjutant downstairs, you can't go-"

Liang Yueying stepped barefoot on the wooden ladder, and a pair of small feet climbed down the steps, as light as a midnight ghost.

When I got to the hall on the first floor, I saw Song Shishan and a group of people gathered, standing with their backs to her, and in the smoke, I finally woke up completely from the nightmare.

Song Shishan instinctively pressed the cigarette butt in his hand, and drowned the half-lit cigar in the blue and white porcelain vase nearby.

Turning, his gaze fell first on her pink toes, then on her fragrant shoulders and smooth arms.

"How?" His eyebrows frowned, and he tried his best to hide his anger, and his tone was quite stern.

In particular, several adjutants under her were even more angry when their eyes fell on her graceful waist.

He didn't like his women, so he showed them to other men.

I can't keep her in my own territory all the time, so that she only serves him and pleases him, instead of coming out to show off.

"Go up!"