Chapter 25 Paper Crane
Han Ziheng drank too much, and the beauty's face in front of him was hazy, making her look even more beautiful.
"Zhilan, have a drink with me."
His big hands wrapped around the beauty's waist, and his breath smelling of alcohol sprayed on the beauty's snow-white neck.
Zhilan only frowned, then quickly covered it up and picked up the wine glass with a smile.
After a few glasses of wine, Han Ziheng pulled Zhi Lan towards the soft couch. The light red gauze curtain fell down, collecting the fragrance in the tent.
……
Han Ziheng fell into a deep sleep, probably because he drank too much wine and snored loudly.
Zhi Lan quietly looked at the sleeping man and thought: He is sleeping very soundly this time.
She raised her hand and touched the orchid hairpin between her bun. It was a copper hairpin covered with gold, and the other end that was embedded in the thick black hair was polished to a point that could be used as a murder weapon in some cases.
Like... now.
Her white and soft fingertips touched the cold hairpin for a long time. Zhilan bit her lip to pull out the hairpin. The man next to her suddenly stopped snoring.
"Water——"
The courage I finally accumulated faded away like the tide, leaving only the embarrassment.
Zhilan hurriedly went to the table to pour tea. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the boy guarding the outer room peeking inside, and her hands shook uncontrollably.
She thought that to lure Han Ziheng into taking the bait, she would always wait for the opportunity to strike, but only at this moment did she realize how scared she was.
She is not afraid of death, but she clearly knows that she only has one chance. If she fails to seize it, she will lose her life and will not have a second chance.
After serving Han Ziheng and drinking half a glass of water, Zhilan lay down next to him and closed her eyes.
She couldn't sleep. What echoed in her mind was her brother who died tragically under the hoof of a horse.
The younger brother was still so young, and he had called her sister sweetly not long ago, but when they saw her again, he was already bloody and breathless. My father wanted to go to Beijing to file a complaint and his whereabouts were unknown. My mother went blind with tears and hung herself from a jujube tree in the courtyard.
She and her brother liked the jujube tree very much. Whenever it was time to bear dates, she would hit them with a long pole, and the jujubes would fall all over the floor, and some would fall onto her brother's tiger hat. Her younger brother would always rub big red dates on his clothes and give them to her first.
She hated him so much, hated that arrogant and wanton face, hated the horse's hooves that were raised high and fell heavily.
She didn't go to Beijing, she went to the south first. In that misty water town, I was dyed in a graceful and elegant style, and then came to Beijing.
She thought that it would be difficult to find the person, and that maybe she would not be able to find the enemy who caused her family's destruction until she was old and beautiful, but she didn't expect it to be so easy. She even saw that man riding a horse in the streets with her own eyes, and no one dared to mess with him.
How come there is no retribution for such a person?
Perhaps, arsenic is safer...
The next morning, the patrons left one after another, and the small buildings beside the Xiangsha River fell into a deep sleep. Only the fragrance of powder wafted on the water flowing with broken gold.
Zhilan couldn't sleep, so she walked out of the fragrant boudoir, stood on the second floor and leaned on the railing, looking at the lobby below.
The lobby was also quiet, like the bare branches after the abundant fruits in autumn were harvested, ugly and dead.
A feeling of disgust arose spontaneously, Zhi Lan turned around and went back to the room. She paused when she pushed the door open, lowered her head and looked at her feet.
That's a paper crane.
The very small paper crane can quietly fall into the woman's hand, which is more than enough.
Zhi Lan entered the house holding the paper crane, looked at it and took it apart to reveal the writing inside.
The powerful words were sharp, and the content was like a sharp arrow, piercing Zhilan's eyes: I know who you want to kill.
Zhilan shrank back subconsciously, and the piece of paper fluttered down. She had a pale face and was trembling all over. She thought a lot in just a short moment: Who gave the paper crane? Was he deceiving her or did he really notice her thoughts? It's Han Ziheng - no, no, it can't be him. If it were him, she wouldn't be fine here.
Could it be Hanfang? Hanfang hated her for stealing her limelight, and it was normal to want to threaten her, but how did Hanfang know?
Zhi Lan's mind was so confused that she held her head with big drops of sweat. It took her a while to pick up the piece of paper and read each word carefully.
She stayed in the south for several years and learned to read and write. Although her handwriting was not good, she could tell that the words on this paper were probably written by a man.
Could it be one of Hanfang's benefactors?
Zhilan couldn't imagine that she was in a state of despair all day long. At night she could barely pull herself together to welcome the guests, but she overslept the next day.
This time the paper crane appeared at her window.
Could this paper crane be a living thing that quietly flew in while she was sleeping?
Under great fear and confusion, Zhilan even threw the paper crane into the sky to see if it could fly.
The paper crane fell slowly and she reached out to catch it. After opening it, there were words written on it: You will not succeed.
It won't succeed - Zhilan squeezed the piece of paper hard, and even the fear was forgotten at this moment, only anger remained.
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After the anger, comes the grievance of self-loathing and self-abandonment: She is a timid and useless person. Her brother is dead and her parents are gone, so why doesn’t she die?
If it was her who died under the horse's hooves, maybe her father, mother and brother could still be alive.
On this day, Zhi Lan had an unexplained thought: Who is the person who sent the paper crane? She only has one life left, which is worthless.
On the third day, when Zhilan opened the paper crane, she actually felt a little anxious, and the content on the paper made her breath stop: I can help you.
Help me, it said help me - Zhilan walked back and forth in the room holding the piece of paper, tears falling down without noticing.
Perhaps because paper cranes always come to her without anyone noticing, Zhilan has an irresistible trust in the person who wrote these things.
He is so mysterious and unpredictable, maybe he can really do it?
If he lied to her - haha, I have already said that she only has one worthless life, what is there to lie to?
Zhi Lan is waiting for the fourth paper crane with impatient mood.
And the paper crane exuding a very faint fragrance also arrived as promised.
……
Qiu Heng once again sneaked into the small building and saw a poorly folded paper crane by the window of Zhi Lan's boudoir, knowing that the matter he had planned for many days had taken another step forward.
This time she did not leave the paper crane behind, but took away the paper crane folded by Zhilan. When she returned to Lengxiangju, she opened it and got a date.
The date was the key message Zhilan conveyed, and the location was her choice.
What she needs Zhilan to do is to let Han Ziheng go to that place to complete her plan.
Zhilan - a female prostitute who is too insignificant for the vast history, died tragically due to the failed assassination of Han Ziheng, thus leaving a trace in the pile of old papers.
After she came to the capital, she slipped out of the uncle's house many nights, got familiar with the streets and alleys, and finally found her.
That day will come soon.
Qiu Heng called Fangzhou to him and told her calmly: "Fangzhou, I'm going to avenge my father."
Fangzhou, who cooked delicious food conscientiously every day and saw everyone happily enjoying snacks, did not show any surprise.
She raised her hand to wipe the tears from the end of her eyes and asked Qiu Heng: "Girl, what can I do?"
(End of chapter)