The Epic Revenge Chapter 383: Simu’s Cage

The new cheongsam is not starched and has a faint smell of new silk, which is not so pleasant.

Gu Qingzhou's house is filled with this smell.

Slowly, her sense of smell became numb.

A total of 12 pieces, dazzlingly spread out in the closet.

Among the friends Gu Qingzhou knows, there are many people who can afford the money, but they know her size...

Only Si Xingpei!

These are the clothes that Si Xingpei gave her!

She stroked her one by one.

A piece of Tianshui green embroidered green bamboo with gold borders is Gu Qingzhou's favorite jade flower plate buckle; a piece of moon-white embroidered white peony, the stamen of the peony is embroidered with gold thread; a dark purple... ....

Twelve pieces, different colors, different embroidery techniques, each with special care.

Embroidery is Luo Wuniang's craftsmanship, which is exquisite.

Gu Qingzhou's tears welled up and could no longer be contained. She couldn't tell whether it was hatred or sadness in her heart, and she gritted her teeth.

Gu Qingzhou hates this.

She couldn't kill him or beat him when he wasn't in front of her, but she wanted to be forced to remember him.

Thinking of him, it's hard to calm down, I just feel willing to destroy him.

She clenched her teeth and burst into tears, not knowing what emotions were at play.

She sat alone in the house for a long time.

Si Mu returned to the new house after five o'clock in the afternoon.

The adjutant came back with a lot of official documents, and he needed to read them one by one.

He wants to eat early and do serious business after eating.

"Let's have dinner," he said to the maid.

The maid pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you want to be madam please?"

Simus frowned, looked upstairs, and asked, "Is she at home today?"

Gu Qingzhou doesn't have many days at home, she often goes to Yan's mansion to eat. Even if she is, she will read books and newspapers in the living room.

The living room has a fireplace, which is warm and cozy.

I didn't see her as soon as I walked in, Simu thought she went to Yan's house.

"Yes, it's been a whole day." The maid said anxiously.

Si Mu didn't understand what this whole day meant, and he wasn't in the mood to ask.

"Go and invite her." Si Mu was indifferent.

He went to the table and sat down, and the kitchen brought a bowl of hot pig's trotter soup.

Si Mu was drinking soup and went to invite Gu Qingzhou's maid to go downstairs.

"The young lady said she's not hungry," the maid said.

Si Mu didn't care, his mind was all about military affairs, silently thinking about a few serious things.

The maid stood beside her and hesitated.

"What's the matter?" Simu finally asked after finishing a bowl of soup, looking up and seeing the maid's words.

The maid hesitated: "The young lady didn't eat at noon, did she really make her hungry?"

Simus frowned.

Okay, what's wrong with not eating?

"Did she say anything?" Sim asked.

The maid shook her head.

"What happened at home?" Simu asked again.

The maid thought for a while: "The young lady has made a lot of cheongsam, I don't know if I want to be hungry and thinner..."

Smour almost had a seizure.

Psycho woman!

"Let her starve, let her starve to death!" Simu said angrily.

This time, the maid dared not speak any more.

Sim was angry and went back to the house after dinner.

The official document is spread out in front of him. The affairs of the quarters are very urgent, and Sim should finish it tonight.

But the words in front of me kept fluttering, and I couldn't read a half of it. I always thought about that woman who didn't eat to lose weight and was hungry all day. She was really sick!

The more you think, the more you get angry!

After being distracted for a while, Simu suddenly closed the document and hurried upstairs.

He didn't knock on the door, he went straight to the door.

The door is locked.

Si Mu went downstairs again and called the steward to give him the spare key upstairs.

The steward hurried to find it.

Simu got the key and went upstairs again.

However, the situation in the room was completely different from what he expected.

The room had a strange smell, nothing like the rose scent he had smelled before.

Gu Qingzhou was reclining on the sofa, seemingly asleep, covered with a thin blanket. Her waterfall-like hair covered the side of her face, making her face white and shiny.

Simu took a sniff and smelled the cigar first.

On the small table next to Gu Qingzhou, a cigar was inserted upside down. It had been burned out, and the ashes were all over the table; and beside this cigar, there were other cigar butts.

She did just that, burning out a whole box of cigars.

Simus thought indifferently, "That's my cigar! This prodigal thing!"

He pondered for a moment and entered the room.

In addition to cigars, I saw a cabinet full of cheongsams, like alluring goblins, hanging in the wardrobe with the door open.

The cheongsam is the finest silk.

Si Mu once accompanied Wei Qingjia to make a cheongsam, and knew that it was Luo Wuniang's craftsmanship.

Such a good cheongsam is indeed worth losing weight even if she starves.

The anger in Simu's heart faded a little.

"Hello!" He nudged her shoulder.

Gu Qingzhou didn't wake up.

When Simu pushed again, she muttered, "Don't make trouble, Si Xingpei."

Si Mu only felt a spoonful of cold water pouring it from the top of his head. His muscles were uncontrollably stiff, and he couldn't move.

His fingers clenched tightly.

After Gu Qingzhou muttered, she wanted to turn over and continue to sleep, but she forgot that this was a small sofa.

As soon as she rolled over, she fell to the ground, and the muffled sound woke her up.

When I looked up, I saw a tall man, wearing an iron-gray military uniform, blocking the light of the lamp, standing tall and tall in front of her.

As soon as her nose became sour, she almost burst into tears and looked up at him: "Si Xingpei......"

The other party turned around suddenly and walked out.

As he left, he slammed the door. The door made a loud noise, showing his anger.

The shocking door slam also awakened Gu Qingzhou.

Gu Qingzhou returned to reality.

She sat on the ground and didn't get up for a long time, as if the last strength in her heart had been drained.

She took a hot bath and took Mulan and Mulan for a walk down the street.

It's seven o'clock in the evening, and the road is deserted.

The light of the street lamp draws the shadow obliquely long and lonely.

The first month is approaching, the jasmine flowers are sending out bright yellow stamens, and the coldness in the air is slowly dissipating, a little warm.

Going home from a walk, Gu Qingzhou called the maid: "Help me prepare some big boxes."

She reassembled those cheongsams one by one.

Gu Qingzhou thought about cutting it, but felt it was a waste. With the development of the times, embroidery has become a backward and abandoned craft.

Luo Wuniang's outstanding embroidery work may be a rare treasure after 50 years.

Gu Qingzhou has seen the wet nurse doing needlework. She knows how difficult it is to embroider with a single stitch. In order to get angry with Si Xingpei, he cut all these off, and Gu Qingzhou couldn't do it.

She is used to being poor and knows how to be sympathetic to the people.

Let her wear it?

She probably can't do it.

Yan Luoshui, Huo Zhujing and even He Wei are all different from Gu Qingzhou. Unlike other clothes, cheongsam needs to be the right size, otherwise it will not look good.

No one can give it as a gift, it is cut and wasted, and it is unsightly in the closet, so Gu Qingzhou had to put it away.

"Put it in the warehouse, and be careful of moisture." Gu Qingzhou said to the servant.

The maid said yes. Another maid stepped forward and said, "Young madam, supper has already been cooked, do you want to eat?"

"Why did you cook supper?" Gu Qingzhou asked.

Neither she nor Simu have the habit of eating late-night snacks. If the kitchen doesn't tell them to, they won't make it.

"It was ordered by the young marshal," the servant said.

Gu Qingzhou thinks of Simu who left in a rage before.

Small used to be a gentleman.

Now, he is so angry, does he still remember that Gu Qingzhou didn't eat? Is the gentleman's he back?

The overwhelming emotion in Gu Qingzhou's heart has passed, and no matter how much pain he has endured, he is really hungry now.

After all, I didn't eat two meals.

"Okay, let's serve it up." Gu Qingzhou said.

She asked the servants to clean up, cleaned her room again, changed the duvet cover, and went downstairs to have a late-night snack.

Across from the restaurant is the study.

Gu Qingzhou was eating shrimp, rice porridge and raw fried rice, and asked the maid in a low voice, "Have you had dinner, young marshal?"

"I have eaten," the maid said.

At this moment, the door of the study suddenly opened.

Gu Qingzhou's eyes collided with Simu.

Si Mu's eyes are full of indifference, and the coldness that he wants to shoot through Gu Qingzhou.

Gu Qingzhou lowered his head and continued to drink porridge.

But I heard Simu call his adjutant.

"Go get me a box of cigars!" Sim said coldly.

The lieutenant said yes.

"...Remember, if my cigars are messed up again in the future, I'll kill you!" Simu stopped the adjutant again and reprimanded.

Gu Qingzhou's head is lower.

Si Mu finished his instructions and went back to the room, and there was another loud sound of the door closing.

Gu Qingzhou drank the warm porridge and glanced suspiciously at the shivering maid next to her: "Did he order me to prepare a late night snack?"

Only then did the maid tell the truth: "It was Adjutant Wang who said..."

It was Adjutant Wang who said that the young marshal ordered the kitchen to make a late-night snack for the young lady.

Gu Qingzhou understood.

Si Mu went upstairs and understood everything. Now that he hates her to death, he wished he could kill her with one shot. How could he have the intention to prepare a late-night snack for her?

"So it is." Gu Qingzhou said.

After eating, she went upstairs.

The room was ventilated, replaced with a brand new silk quilt, sprinkled with a little perfume, with a touch of rose sweetness.

The quilt was very soft and had the fragrance of sunshine and grass. Gu Qingzhou buried herself in the quilt.

Si Mu downstairs stayed up all night.

After the anger, there is only an endless sense of helplessness.

Gu Qingzhou will never forget Si Xingpei. She has followed him. Even if she does marry someone else in the future, she will always remember Si Xingpei.

What Simu cares about is not the chastity of a woman.

When Wei Qingjia returned to Yuecheng, she was divorced, and Simu never felt that this matter was important.

What he cares about is that Gu Qingzhou once belonged to Si Xingpei.

He couldn't bear it.

Si Xingpei is like a thorn in Si Mu's heart. A little touch is painful.

Gu Qingzhou has been with Si Xingpei, and in Simu's place, there should be no room for manoeuvre!

But he couldn't hold back some thoughts.

Si Mu is like a trapped beast. He wants to escape from this cage, but he can't break free. He can only struggle desperately, and his flesh and blood are blurred.

In the middle of the night, Simu left home. He went to the school grounds and hit targets all night.

A lot of bullets were used, and this was quickly reported to the Overseer.

The Overseer is going to Nanjing the day after tomorrow. Hearing that Simu went to practice target shooting in the middle of the night, the Overseer understood everything.

"Call the new house and ask the young lady to come over." The governor said to the adjutant, "Let her come alone."