bookrebus Chapter 340 Unspeakable Suffering
Chapter 340 Unspeakable Suffering
They ate barbecue and drank wine around the campfire, and before long the night was deep. Lord Sikong had eaten and drunk his fill. After launching a shameless verbal attack and threat at Ji Wuge, he walked contentedly toward his tent.
The path to his own tent wasn't very far, and Lord Sikong patted his belly contentedly.
Five legs of the three roasted pheasants ended up in her stomach, and she even wrapped the chicken tails in meat floss and dipped them in sauce for Ji Wuge to eat. He didn't even notice, which finally made her feel a little better.
Lord Sikong, carrying the finest pear blossom wine he'd snatched from Ji Wuge, sipped it as he walked towards his tent, humming various divine tunes from time to time, such as "I kissed your lips with deep affection, yet could not stop your tears..." The eerie melody could be heard from afar, and passing soldiers couldn't help but turn back to stare at him for a long time—
Lord Sikong looks quite refined and elegant, so why is he like that?
I think I just saw the Ninth Princess walk towards Lord Sikong's tent. It seems there's some inside information to be gleaned!
"What are you all doing? Why are you all sneaking around towards Lord Sikong's camp?"
The strategist Zhu Si had just finished inspecting the sentries he had arranged. He had originally intended to go and return the money to Lord Sikong, but as soon as he reached the outside of Lord Sikong's tent, he saw several soldiers walking mysteriously toward Lord Sikong's tent. Several people were already crowding around one side of the tent entrance, and there were several small holes poked in the tent.
Sikong Jin was enjoying herself immensely. Humming a tune and sipping her wine, she went straight to the bed in front of her as soon as she entered the tent. She put the wine bottle aside, took off her smelly shoes, and tossed them aside, intending to get a good night's sleep and then find a hot spring for a good soak and a thorough wash...
"Brother Jin!"
A gentle voice suddenly entered her ears, and Sikong Jin was startled. She trembled all over and instinctively looked in the direction of the voice. She then discovered that in the corner of the tent, Xing Fuhua was helping her tidy up her clothes that she had carelessly thrown around, and there was a basin of steaming water next to her.
Seeing Sikong Jin looking over, Xing Fuhua quietly got up, her stunningly beautiful face adorned with a virtuous and gentle smile, and carried the basin of steaming water toward Sikong Jin.
It took Sikong Jin a while to come out of her daze. Looking at Xing Fuhua walking towards her, she asked in surprise, "Hua'er! What are you doing here? It's so late, and you're a girl, running into the men's tent. This is improper. If people find out, it will have a very bad influence! Go back, go back!"
However, Xing Fuhua glanced at her dismissively and calmly replied, "Brother Jin, we are engaged, and we can get married after we return to the capital. What can others say? It's all in accordance with the rules. I'm not one of those old-fashioned people. Even if... even if Brother Jin wants to do something for me, it's perfectly reasonable..."
As Xing Fuhua spoke, her pretty face immediately turned slightly red, and she glanced at Sikong Jin with some shyness.
Sikong Jin was horrified, staring wide-eyed at Xing Fuhua...
Where did that shy and innocent Ninth Princess go? Why does she suddenly seem so much bolder and more open?
Before Sikong Jin could react, Xing Fuhua had already brought the water to her side, gently placing the basin down as she said, "Brother Jin, wash your feet before you sleep, hmm... how many days has it been since you changed your shoes and socks? Okay! Hurry up and put your feet in, I'll wash them for you..."
As soon as Xing Fuhua squatted down, a strong odor wafted over, causing her to frown slightly. She turned her head and glared at Sikong Jin, who was so frightened that he tumbled off the bed as if he had wet himself. He grabbed his shoes and put them on, sweating profusely as he looked at Xing Fuhua and said repeatedly, "Oh... no need, no need! I'm not used to washing my feet before bed. It's so late, Your Highness, please go back... This humble official is truly unworthy to trouble Your Highness to wash my feet. This humble official is truly terrified..."
Upon hearing Sikong Jin's words, Xing Fuhua froze, standing stiffly in place, staring at Sikong Jin who had already jumped two zhang away. A pallor immediately appeared on her beautiful face...
After a long while, a strained smile finally appeared on her face. She looked up at Sikong Jin for a long time before speaking softly, "Brother Jin, Hua'er doesn't care about any of that. As long as you treat me well in the future, I don't care about anything else..."
Sikong Jin was completely confused by Xing Fuhua's words. She picked up a few small grains of sand from the ground and quickly flicked them at the small holes next to the tent. She heard a few screams outside, followed by a rustling sound of footsteps, and then silence returned to the outside in an instant.
"What do you mean by caring or not caring? This humble official doesn't know what Your Highness is talking about."
Sikong Jin frowned as she looked at the heartbroken Xing Fuhua, but did not step forward. Instead, she asked in a low voice.
Xing Fuhua lowered her head and remained silent for a long time. Sikong Jin could clearly see her slightly trembling shoulders. After a moment, she raised her head, her flickering eyes fixed on her, her voice soft and fragile, "Brother Jin, I heard what Father and Brother Ji said. I don't care about everything that happened between you and His Majesty the Northern Emperor. As long as you are good to me, I don't care about anything else... Let's get married when we return to the capital, okay? I just want you to marry me and let me be your wife... Brother Jin, okay?"
Sikong Jin suddenly felt a headache coming on, her face darkened, and she said coldly, "Ji Wuge, that bastard who ruined everything!"
"Your Highness, things aren't as you imagine! The matter between me and Di Beizun... can't be explained in just a few words. Don't believe those rumors!"
Sikong Jin had already realized that the entire military camp was probably speculating about her relationship with Di Beizun!
That bastard Di Beizun, he doesn't care about being labeled a homosexual, but how miserable is Sikong Jin! How can Xing Fuhua bear this?
If this news gets out, Xing Fuhua will probably become the laughing stock of the entire capital!
The person she has always been thinking about is a homosexual! Moreover, this person once stole the show at the Emperor's birthday banquet, vowing to protect her, Xing Fuhua!
It must be said that Di Beizun really pulled out all the stops with this move. Knowing that she was still wavering on the matter of Xing Fuhua, he sent Feng Yang...
It's a feeling of having a bitter pill to swallow!