Chapter 25 Section 3

In my mind, Fenghuang Village is a huge three-dimensional image. The circles of circling trees, roads, and wild grass are all attracted by the dark soil field in the heart of the village.After dark, dots of lights lit up in this black and gray vortex, and each light was very lonely—there were not many households in the huge village.By the time the Red Line came home, most of these lights had gone out.Xue Song made an angry gesture under the lamp. He said that the red thread came back late, and he needed to use the family law to tie the red thread; the so-called family law was a bare bamboo board, and he wanted the red thread to take this board and hand it to him. and lay down on the floor for him to spank her.This request is quite weird. If I were the red line, I would feel that Xue Song's psychology is dark.So the red thread made a fuss, saying that she had caught the assassin today, why was she beaten.Xue Song lowered his face and said, "It's fine if you don't like it."The red thread suddenly laughed and said: Who said I am not happy?After she handed the board to Xue Song, she said: No real beating, and she fell down on the floor.Xue Song was originally a son of a wealthy family in Chang'an City. He often used boards, whips, rattan sticks, etc. to beat the palms, buttocks or backs of maidservants and servant girls. This was originally a pleasure in his life.But these women always howled like slaughtered pigs before being beaten, and never said: "No real beatings are allowed", although Xue Song didn't really beat them either—Xue Song has read poetry and books, and he is not a barbarian.After the girl had said that, it was no longer fun--no cultural pleasure--to bang the olive-hued, compact buttocks on the bamboo floor.So, Xue Song threw away the bamboo board.

Now we can talk about the interior of Xue Song’s bamboo building.The house is quite spacious and unobstructed, with no screens or curtains to hang, just a shiny golden bamboo floor.And two or three futons.Xue Song was sitting on top of one of them, thinking about his long-lost hometown, and thinking about someone coming to assassinate him, he was in a bad mood.At this time, the red thread was lying at his feet, and after waiting for a long time without any movement, he said: "I want to report to the lord, the little servant's family deserves death, please bring the family law."At this moment, Xue Song threw away the bamboo board in his hand and said, "Get up and talk."Hongxian got up, sat on the bamboo floor and said, then I still deserve to die?But Xue Song said with a sad face: Listen, I feel terrified, and I feel very bad.The red line breathed a sigh of relief and said: Oh, so it is like this.Then it's none of my business.So she turned around on the spot, put her head on the futon, began to doze off, and said sleepily: Call me again whenever you want to start a family law.The girl made a little noise when she fell asleep, but it couldn't be called snoring.

At midnight, Hong Xian was woken up by Xue Song, and heard him say: Little bitch!Wake up, little bitch!She replied half asleep and half awake: Who is the little bitch?Xue Song said: You!You are a little bitch.The red thread said: Damn, I'm a little bitch.What are you going to do?Xue Song replied: "My lord, I want to have sex with you."Hongxian said in a daze: Damn, what is dunlun?At this time, she was fully awake, so she turned over and said, "Understood."Back to the master, the little servant's family really deserves to die—this time I am right.It can be seen from this that Xue Song often told the red line that men are superior to women, and she has understood the sexual aspect.I don't know how to understand it more correctly, but Xue Song always felt that the old whore spoke more appropriately.At such moments, the old woman always calmly replied: The master is the sky, and the slave is the earth.So Xue Song shared the joy of cloud and rain with her, thinking about the principle of harmony of yin and yang in his heart, feeling very solemn and solemn.Before Hongxian lay down, he went to grab a lot of melon seeds.That kind of melon seeds are made with snake gallbladder and licorice, and taste sweet but bitter.While kowtowing, she said that since she has done good things, she might as well do more: both "deserving death" and knocking sunflower seeds.Would you like to eat some too?Xue Song was overwhelmed by such nonsense and didn't know how to answer.

I got involved in the old whore's thread again, and now I have to follow it.At night, the old prostitute ushered in the hired assassin.They were a group of strong and strong men with naked bodies and beautiful buttocks.She told them to go and get the little whore, and they got it right away.They tied up little whores and stuffed smelly socks in their mouths.She asked them to kill Xue Song, and they polished their knives.There were dozens of shining knives in that small room, as if a dozen more candles were lit.Use these guys to do her business.For that the little whore was to be killed, and she lay beside her, tightly bound, with half a sock trailing from her chin like a cow's tongue.So the old whore thought, tonight, everything will be as it should be.How beautiful it is!

In the middle of the night, two girls in Fenghuang Village were treated as mortals. They were the red line and the little prostitutes.The perpetrators were Xue Song and the old prostitute. The old prostitute Shan took it seriously, but Xue Song didn't.I basically agree with the author's opinion: if you don't take this matter seriously, it shows that Xue Song is a good person.But if he doesn't do this, or when he does this, he doesn't say that the red line deserves death, he is a better person. At midnight, the old prostitute sent the assassins away, and she boiled water and made tea on the yellow clay stove outside the door, preparing to entertain them with tea when they returned in triumph.She still has a small matter to bother them, which is to kill the little whore.She can do this by herself now, but she thinks it is better for others to kill people who are caught by others.When the water boiled, she made the tea, put it in a lacquered dish, and carried it around the house.As mentioned earlier, the girl was tied up in this room with a smelly sock stuffed in her mouth.The old whore stood for a long time, finally made up her mind, bent down, put the tea on the floor, then took off the smelly sock from the girl's mouth, put her arms around her shoulders, and helped her up.The girl was kneeling on the floor, like a mermaid, with a dull expression, her two breasts were tightly joined together, and there were many small bumps around the nipples, which showed that she was both nervous and scared.The old prostitute filled a lacquered bowl with some tea, handed it to the girl's mouth and said softly: "Drink some water."The girl didn't respond.The old whore put the edge of the shallow bowl between her lips, touched her teeth, and said, "Drink some water."This time with a tone of command.The girl bowed her head, drank all the water in the bowl, and then burst into tears. She still held a linen handkerchief in her hand, which should have been useful at such a time.But because it was tied up, it was useless.Her breasts were soon completely wet with tears.After a while, she turned her head towards the old whore, which made the old woman a little nervous, clutching the smelly sock tightly, ready to stuff it into the other's mouth at any time—she was afraid that she would scold her or spit on her.But the girl didn't do that.She just asked: What are you going to do with me?kill me?The old whore has experienced many vicissitudes, and her heart is as hard as iron.She shrugged and said: "I have to - unfortunately.The girl cried for a while and then lay down.Said: plug it.Just opened her mouth and let the old whore stuff the socks in; her breasts loosened to the sides, and the goosebumps were gone.Now she had no more doubts, no more fear, lying on the ground with a smelly sock in her mouth, ready to die.

And the old whore sat cross-legged beside her, waiting for further news.Later, a huge fire broke out in the direction of Xue Song's house, and the paper sliding door was all red.The old whore knelt up and clenched her fists excitedly.As he breathed, a loud sound came out of his nose, as if he was blowing a tin trumpet.Then the old whore raised a piece of the floorboard and took out a bronze dagger, which was exquisitely crafted, and had a snake engraved on the handle.She held this thing in her hand, her palms felt chilly, and her heart was very excited, as if she felt an orgasm that she hadn't seen for many years.She used to take this dagger and sneak into the next house at night to kill the little whore, but because she slept in a tree and the old woman couldn't climb up, she couldn't kill her.Now she gripped the dagger tightly, thinking about it.And the girl turned her head sideways to see her appearance.The old whore was naked to the waist, her breasts looked like two handfuls of eggplants.Time seemed to have stopped.

In Xue Song's bamboo house, Hong Xian is making love with Xue Song.She was like a horse lying on her back, that is to say, she lifted her limbs up, embraced Xue Song, and was very happy. At this moment, she suddenly fixed her expression on her face and turned her ears to the floor to listen.Xue Song also listened attentively, a fool would not be vigilant if he was hacked by someone during the day, but he heard nothing except the throbbing blood vessels in his ears.He knew that Hong Xian's ears were better than his own -- in his own words: that little bitch didn't read sage books, so he could speak clearly.The ears do not hear the words of the sages, so they hear very far.I am illiterate, so I can see mosquito butts three miles away.The conclusion is of course: Chinese scholars cannot compare their ears and eyes with barbarians, so they sometimes ask to teach barbarians.Xue Song said: Is there any movement?The red line said: It doesn't matter, it's still far away.But Xue Song was still worried, and began to become limp.The red thread also said: "Report to the master, the world is peaceful; this is all thanks to the master's governance, and the little bitch admires it!"After hearing such praise, Xue Song was full of energy, and became hard again...