ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER.15 Women Scare

“With a heavy heart, Zhao Juren tried to open her eyes, not because she was afraid of the snapping of the person speaking to her but out of curiosity at the voice of the woman. The same voice as the female voice in General Qui's armor!

For a moment, Zhao Juren felt a glare at the light of the lantern that greeted her eyelids open. Zhao Juren reflexively squinted her eyes, gathering light at one point, a face in front of her.

 He never listened to anything from the lips of the man except his regular breathing, silently looking at him. That was why Zhao Juren refused to open her eyes.   He knew everything, but did not want to wake up, Zhao Juren just felt very tired that all his flesh felt up to his bones, his heart like dry wood in the dry season, molten, dry kerontang.

 He often dreamed in his unconscious, in the dream he felt standing in the midst of a fire that was burning, his feet treading on such hot coals, he said, he was floating on a rocky ground made of burning red coals. Every corner and corner seemed to want to burn it. But he did not feel the heat at all. His skin is numb and numb. He just wanted to sleep immersed himself in that heat, a faint beam of light appeared from the distance behind him as if chasing after him like a torch, and he met that pair of eyes! Which eye is it? Why were those eyes so similar to the ones hiding behind General Qui's iron helmet? The glassy eyes that were now staring at him were like an eagle from behind his black veil with the peach flower engraving.

 “Why are you looking at me like a ghost?” He asked while raising his eyebrows that looked as black as his eyeballs. His eyes were round, like a mirror in a mirror. Zhao Juren had never seen such a clear eye. No

black but not too gray.

“Si..who are you?” Zhao Juren struggled inching but her body felt heavy so there was only a small movement that she could do. The woman took a few steps back from the outskirts of Zhao Juren's bed. The movements are light but not as gurgling as women in general.

 “I've taken a few spots on your body, the green centipede's venom is weakening your nerves. I threw it away and gave it a new pure air but your body rejected it. That's what makes you unable to become aware immediately. Don't move too much first. Get enough rest, it's good for you to recover soon.” Say it nonchalantly.

 Now that was plastered in front of Zhao Juren's eyes was a woman with a tall slender body, her hair in her pigtails was like a man only at the top of her head was a hair ornament from a blackish gold peach flower, looking striking.

 Her dress of soft black silk with gold thread embellishments in some parts, it looked like a lotus flower and peach were mingled in a strange painting on a female outfit. And two other veiled men in the same dress stood not far from him in a colored robe. They looked like obedient and swift bodyguards.

“I asked, who are you?” Zhao Juren tried to raise her volume, she turned her gaze at the atmosphere of the room so unfamiliar to her. He had little hope of recognizing the place where he lay like a patient.

“No need to shout so, here you are no longer a general. As a helpless guest you should have more respect for your host.” The voice sounded sharp, warning.

 Zhao Juren was silent, she was trying to recognize this veiled woman, who knew she had seen her somewhere or at some time. But what he could then feel, his heart faintly gurgled at the thick, waxy lashes that overshadowed those black eyes.

 “I where?” Zhao Juren finally gave up on asking for the identity of the woman. Now all he wants to know is where he is. Is it still grounded in the world or has stepped on hell. He was not sure he was in heaven, because of all his sins.

“Am I, in the land of Niangxi?” Zhao Juren asked, his tone was like a guess. The woman momentarily turned her body upside down but she did not reply at all, only her soft snorting voice seemed to have no interest in giving any information to Zhao Juren.

 “You are general's errand boy Qui?” Zhao Juren hissed, in greeting the momentary gaze of the woman.

“As far as you guessed it.” He's shaking his shoulder.

“You ask too many questions, and are too much curious. It simply does not match your status, Mr. General.” He chuckled a little, a little mocking. Then completely turn around. He gave the code to two other veiled women who were standing behind him earlier.

“Or...You are Qui's general?” Zhao Juren's question from where he lay was momentarily made the perempuan's steps stop. His breath seemed to be stuck.

“Looks like this Master is already quite healthy. Call the healer to check it out one more time before we throw it across!” His voice sounded firm, not wanting to be denied.  Then with a furious step he came out from inside the room leaving Zhao Juren who was trying to get up but his weak body could do nothing but wriggle like a caterpillar. Some parts of his body may have been in a teatok so he can not move too much.

 “Ukh...” Zhao Juren closed his eyes, trying to gather his memories on the last incident that made him have to lie like a dying man on top of this big cot.

 His body was carefree not because of the pain he endured from the pain of several arrow wounds on his body and the sword slashes on his back, but he felt completely ashamed of his state, she said, a great general with untold experience on the battlefield was so helpless in a foreign bed with a woman who seemed to be deliberately charming his wounded body.

The whirring of the night angina, passing through the gap of the room opposite her dip, breathed out the fragrant aroma of incense, like the smell of sandalwood combined with the comfortable fragrance of peaches.

The drowsiness attacked so strongly, making Zhao Juren's head feel so heavy. The more he fought his drowsiness the more he wanted to close his eyes. Zhao Juren finally gave up. He really wants to sleep. The sound of the veiled woman's footsteps grew further and then silent. All that remains is the delicate aroma of a typical peach flower.

“Who are you?” The question hangs in his head, before he can pick him up.

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