Lao Zhang got the female general's permission and hurriedly carried the beauty soup to the second floor.

Just as another female soldier came over to report to the female general about tomorrow's birthday party, the female general stayed downstairs for a while.

On the second floor, Lao Zhang sent the things directly into the room where the female general rested.

When he raised his eyes, he found that the door to the inner room was open, and a man in a white robe was kneeling on a futon in front of a half-person tall bronze mirror.

The collar of the white robe was wide open, revealing the man's thin shoulders, and his hair fell like a waterfall to the man's waist. He held a wooden comb in his skinny hand and was combing his hair in front of the bronze mirror.

Once, once, and again.

Every movement was very stiff, and the man's face reflected in the bronze mirror was even thinner than when he first arrived, so thin that his eye sockets were sunken, his cheekbones were high, his eyes were dull and empty, and the corners of his lips were slightly white.

Compared with his appearance when he first arrived, the man in front of him looked like a scholar rushing to take exams who had been drained of his vitality by a vixen. Now there was only a skin wrapped around a few bones.

Lao Zhang sighed secretly in his heart, remembering what Yang Ruoqing had explained beforehand.

Before the female general came over, he carefully whispered a person's name to the man's back: "Xiao Duo?"

The man in front of the bronze mirror was like a dull puppet, his empty eyes were immersed in some imagination, and he had no reaction to Lao Zhang's name.

Lao Zhang gritted his teeth, moved closer to the cold, and called out another name: "Jiaojiao?"

The comb in the man's hand suddenly fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Yes, in order to prevent him from committing suicide, the female general removed all the angular things in the house, even straps and other things that could be used to hang himself were nowhere to be found.

So the comb in the man's hand is not a horn comb, but a rounded wooden comb.

In the bronze mirror, his eyes were so wide that they almost squeezed out of their sockets.

He turned around slowly while holding the futon, looking for the source of the sound, and the corners of his lips could not stop trembling slightly.

When he turned around completely and Lao Zhang saw his front clearly, he still took a breath of cold air.

What did the female general do to this man?

What is the reason for this man to hold on and not die? If this man lay down in the coffin and closed his eyes, no one would doubt that he was a living person who could still breathe, right?

"You, whose name did you just call? Where did you hear that name? Were they also caught here?"

The man seemed to want to stand up, but his legs seemed to be unable to support his body, and he fell back to the ground with a thud.

He crawled on the ground and approached Lao Zhang, his face full of anxiety, worry, fear, his face distorted by anger and his hoarse growl.

Lao Zhang hurriedly stepped forward to support him and said to him in a low voice: "Don't be anxious, they are all fine at home. Someone asked me to test whether you are the person she is looking for."

"What?"

"Well, that's a woman, her name is Yang Ruoqing."

"sister?"

Xiang Shengnan's whole body suddenly started to tremble violently, tears streaming down his face, and a faint light reappeared in his dead eyes.

Lao Zhang could understand Xiang Shengnan's mood at this moment. If it were his own relatives who came to the rescue, the reaction would probably be even greater than this.

Lao Zhang himself was also in a state of excitement, but he didn't bother to comfort Xiang Shengnan because he heard the sound of the female general sneezing from the stairs over there.

Lao Zhang quickly supported Xiang Shengnan and said, "Time is running out. Your sister asked me to send you a few words. Please listen carefully..."

When the female general entered, Lao Zhang stood by the tray and smiled submissively at him.

Xiang Shengnan, on the other hand, was still sitting in front of the bronze mirror, with his back to this side.

The female general looked at the two people. She couldn't tell what was wrong, but she felt that something had changed in the room.

"Why are you still here?" She asked Lao Zhang in a rough voice.

Lao Zhang laughed and said, "This bowl is made of porcelain. I'll guard it first..."

The female general immediately understood that Lao Zhang was afraid that her beauty would drop the bowl and kill herself with the pieces of the bowl!

"Not bad, not bad. If you are clever, you will be rewarded later!" The female general patted Lao Zhang on the shoulder. Lao Zhang suddenly felt as if a huge mountain was pressing on his shoulders. His knees softened and he almost fell to his knees.

The female general picked him up, straightened him up, and punched Lao Zhang gently on the chest, teasingly saying: "What's wrong with your men's small bodies? They look like paper, not like

Sample!"

Old Zhang Cheng was horrified, stroking the cold sweat on his forehead and saying with a smile: "How can the general's power be compared to that of us mortals?"

The female general likes to hear these words. Her natural power has always been her proud capital, and it is also a prerequisite for her to be able to command this village and burn, kill and loot nearby villages.

So in this area, she is the real uncrowned king.

"Okay, okay, stop flattering and get out of here!"

Lao Zhang nodded and quickly ran out of the house.

The female general looked at Xiang Shengnan in front of the bronze mirror.

Xiang Shengnan turned his back to her, still looking cool and cold.

The female general walked over, picked up the comb on the ground and said to her, "Can I help you comb your hair?"

Xiang Shengnan glanced at the female general coldly, frowned in disgust, "Get out!"

The female general was so angry that she threw the comb to the ground, her eyes about to split.

Xiang Shengnan picked up the comb and combed his hair leisurely, without even looking at the female general behind him.

The female general smashed things behind her for a while, kicked over the stool, and kicked the wall. When she finished venting her anger, she turned around and found that Xiang Shengnan had already gone to bed and was lying on the bed, with his back to her.

She gritted her teeth and was about to turn around and leave. When she saw the bowl of Polygonum multiflorum soup on the table, she hesitated, picked up the bowl and drank it all in one breath.

Not to mention, it tastes good and sweet.

She licked her tongue and walked out the door, kicking the door hard before leaving.

After a while, she came back again.

Then, the female general discovered something strange.

That is, Xiang Shengnan, who had never looked at her seriously, actually glanced at her twice. She was so excited that she hurried up to him and asked flatteringly: "What's wrong? Do you have something you want to tell me?"

Xiang Shengnan shook his head, "...I just feel like you are a little different."

"What's the difference?" The female general was confused.

Xiang Shengnan still shook his head, with confusion in his eyes, but for the first time, the female general noticed that there seemed to be less dislike for her in his eyes.

"Anyway, it's just a little different. After looking at it for a long time, it looks a bit like a woman." Xiang Shengnan said.

"Really?" The female general was so excited that her eyes almost popped out of her sockets, and her voice suddenly rose.

Xiang Shengnan seemed to be frightened by her reaction, and immediately realized what he had said.
Chapter completed!