Chapter 878: Lining Up for Duty

Kong Fang's willpower is astonishing.

Even if his face burned red like a boiled shrimp, with smoke rising from his head, he just gripped the pig's tail tightly and never really went that far.

Whenever his gaze turned dull and fixed on the pig, he would bite his own tongue hard to force himself awake, continuing to contend with the pigs that had likewise eaten some vicious drug.

Qian Fugui gleefully watched the fun, seized the opportunity, leapt into the pigpen, and knocked Kong Fang out with a single punch.

"It's over……"

Before losing consciousness, Kong Fang let out a fierce, sorrowful cry, and two lines of clear tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Two soldiers carried Kong Fang rushing into a brothel in town, Qian Fugui followed behind gripping his knife handle, entered the brothel, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Steward, call out all the girls from Lou Li, line them up to serve."

Although she looked decent, she was unskilled at applying makeup, her eyebrows a mess; the madam hurried over upon hearing the voice, "Sir, you want them all?"

She heard Qian Fugui's words clearly, also guessed some of his identity, and didn't dare utter any extra nonsense, getting straight to the point.

Today the arrival of a large army at Xinglin Zhen is the town's biggest news; probably no one is unaware.

The madam, having seen some of the world, guessed a few things from Qian Fugui's attire.

"All of them!" Qian Fugui pointed at Kong Fang, "When will he settle down, when will he withdraw, get me someone clean. If you dig out those messy women who reek from seven or eight li away, I'll have my head chopped like a log!"

"I dare not, I dare not, I'll certainly arrange it carefully." The madam hurriedly replied, "But there are still other guests in the building; there aren't that many girls."

"Get them all to the side to rest, any problem?" Qian Fugui barked.

The madam hurriedly shook her head, "No, no, I'll go arrange it right away."

That's exactly what she was waiting for Chen Wuji to say.

She didn't want to offend the guests upstairs, but she didn't dare offend these soldiers.

Kong Fang was sent into a private room.

The madam moved swiftly, soon summoning twenty or so girls, who lined up at the door of Kong Fang's private room and took turns going in.

Upstairs, the guests who had lost their lovers crowded in pairs and threes in the hallway.

They were drinking and chatting amorously when their beloved confidantes were snatched away; none could feel happy, but seeing the armored, knife-wielding soldiers standing in circles downstairs, they dared not speak out, only enduring.

"Damn it, doing this isn't even afraid of getting killed!"

"How could he be killed? It's your first time doing this; surely each just gets a few goes, after many times he'd have nothing left, still messing around."

"That person was carried in, as if drugged."

"What about detox?"

"Detoxing his mother doesn't need such a big show; I've seen plenty too."

"Probably just being prepared."

"That soldier is just an idiot who doesn't understand women; detox only needs a couple of women, not all these."

"……"

Watching the lightly dressed beauties in the hallway, Qian Fugui's Adam's apple twitched.

Since joining the army, he seems never to have set foot in such a place; it's been a while—maybe he should indulge himself now?

"Hiss… no, business comes first, bear with it a little, we'll talk tonight."

Just as Qian Fugui was thinking that, a tall, slender figure with a graceful silhouette stepped into the brothel's threshold, glanced around, and walked straight to his side, asking, "I heard you want to sleep with me?"

Qian Fugui looked at that cold face before him, his breath caught, his eyes widened moments later, and he shouted hoarsely, "Which bastard spread this rumor? It's completely baseless, absurd nonsense—I, a Qian, conduct myself properly; how could I have such a thought!"

"You don't?"

"Really not!"

"……Fine!"

Chen Ruoshui suddenly handed over paper and brush, "I heard you're good at painting; help me paint a few people."

"Huh?!" Qian Fugui froze, "You're not here to confront me, are you?"

"I am, but does asking you for help conflict with me? This is what the lord wants." Chen Ruoshui frowned slightly, "Can you paint?"

"Sure!" Qian Fugui said immediately.

"Then paint; I'll tell you what to paint."

"All right, wait a moment while I find the feel—my hand's been gripping a knife too long, the brush feels unfamiliar." Qian Fugui felt a bit excited; this was the first time Chen Ruoshui had spoken to him at such close range.

"Damn, my little heart is jumping wildly."

Looking at Chen Ruoshui, the beauties upstairs instantly lost their color.

"What a bunch of junk, not worth a glance!"

"But tonight, whether it should come or not, it will come."

The scent of Chen Ruoshui's sweat-laden skin made certain urges even stronger; right now they're twitching badly.

Chen Ruoshui lowered her eyes slightly, "What are you looking at? I asked you to paint others, not me!"

"Oh, it's fine, I was just thinking, brewing—something you wouldn't understand." Qian Fugui instantly looked away, his face slightly red. "Damn, I zoned out and ended up staring at her chest."

"Besides, wearing armor already looks domineering; underneath must be even more so."

"Given his years of experience dealing with brothel girls, this shape is absolutely the most beautiful."

"Do I have some dirty thoughts right now?" Chen Ruoshui's clear, cold voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Qian Fugui immediately straightened up, "Impossible, I was just thinking about how to paint—how could that be dirty? Don't slander me for no reason."

"I've stayed in a brothel before; your gaze just now is very familiar to me!" Chen Ruoshui said.

Qian Fugui jerked upright, "You've worked in a brothel? You… how could you?!"

"Stayed!"

"That's not the same meaning?"

"I was a maid!"

"Being a maid doesn't also… I mean no offense, but as far as I know, brothel maids often do that sort of thing—no, no, I'm saying you shouldn't have such an experience."

"Are you still drawing?" Chen Ruoshui frowned slightly.

Qian Fugui's heart suddenly raced, "Drawing, I am drawing. But how could you have stayed in a brothel? Although it's a bit forward, I still want to know... do you have, that is... you understand what I mean?"

"Shut up! No!" Chen Ruoshui said coldly.

Qian Fugui suddenly let out a breath of relief, "I definitely believe you, as long as there's none. What are you drawing? Speak!"

"Several men, first draw the one with the most obvious features." Chen Ruoshui said, "Square face, no beard, deep forehead wrinkles, an irregularly shaped scar at the corner of the left eye, the upper teeth slightly jut outward."