Shen Zhanyi has read countless men.

Some people admire her stunning face, some people appreciate her piano skills, and some people just join in the fun, simply wanting to taste the taste of the Oiran lady and satisfy their vanity as a man.

She has too many false names, no matter what kind of man she is, elegant and noble, indifferent, and rhetorical, none of them have ever looked at her equally.

She didn't care.

Because I've been used to it for a long time.

Bitch, fox, someone calls her that every day.

A lowly woman like her, when she is pulled out on the street, she will be drowned by a serious woman with spittle.

"I didn't expect a lowly woman like me to be treated sincerely." Her eyes were complex.

Ah Ling looked at her eyes, and there was no lust from a man to a woman. desire, and there is no contempt for the benefactor to look at the prostitute, only the worry for the beloved.

Ah Ling's brows furrowed, time was pressing, and he quickened his speech:

"It will take a while for Nie Zhen to kill, and it's still too late to leave now."

He broke Nie Zhen's name one by one, and Shen Zhanyi smiled bitterly:

"When did you know I was undercover?"

Ling: "Two months ago. ”

Shen Zhanyi suddenly remembered that a month ago, the Yang Mansion increased its control, and her transmission of news was repeatedly blocked, and in the end, it was Ah Ling's unintentional move that helped her.

She suddenly realized: "It turns out that you have always been helping me ......"

That's right, too.

How could she have such good luck that she was a weak woman, evaded undercover inspections three times and twice, and successfully delivered the news again and again.

Shen Zhanyi patted the back of his hand with his backhand:

"Ah Ling, you are a good person, you did not reveal my identity, but helped me many times, I am very grateful to you."

She knows that he is an honest and stable good man, and with her, she will no longer suffer all the infamy, and she can even live a life of male ploughing and female weaving, with both children and daughters, and a hard but happy life.

It was the life she had ever longed for the most.

But now......

"Let's go, Ah Ling."

The man's hand is strengthened, and he is stubborn and unwilling:

"You love Nie Zhen so much, would you rather die for him?"

When Nie Zhen attacked, it was when Shen Zhan's clothes were exposed.

Once exposed, Yang Gong will not let her go.

Shen Zhanyi's willow eyebrows flicked slightly, and he shook his head:

"It has nothing to do with Nie Zhen, the stage has been set up, the last scene, someone has to sing, if I leave early and no one takes the stage, Yang Gongzi will realize that the situation has changed and add defense, then the attack will be more difficult, and many soldiers can only die in vain."

She took out a mirror and touched up her makeup, her expression was indifferent, not afraid of life and death, and her tone was slow and long.

"Ah Ling, this war has been going on for too long...... It's been so long that I've lost my relatives and friends, and I've been lonely and helpless, so long that I've gone from spring to heart, and if I can end everything tonight, then I'll finally be able to sleep well. ”

The woman is dressed in a red cheongsam, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face.

She slowly put away the makeup box and winked mischievously at Ah Ling, not like the bewitching Oiran of Liangzhou, but like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who does not understand the world.

"Is it pretty?"

“…… It's beautiful. ”

This was the last time Ah Ling had a conversation with Shen Zhanyi.

………

In the autumn of the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, Nie Zhen's army. Team. Victory in Liangzhou.

The people shouted for joy, and the whole city rejoiced.

"I heard that Yang Gong was forced to the backyard, and when he was dying and struggling, he couldn't even think of capturing an Oiran as a hostage to threaten Leader Nie."

"Oh? What is the reaction of the Nie leader? ”