Reborn: Revenge of the Concubine's Daughter

Chapter 243 An imaginary dream in the jade mansion

Hearing the noise overhead, He Danggui felt a burning sensation around her heart. She asked, “When will Jinfeng Yulu Powder poison me? Can’t you kill me like what you did to Taishan?”

Bai Yangbai shook his head and sighed, “What a stupid girl! This is the philter but not poison. It can make you fool but can’t kill you. If you don’t have sex with someone, you will become a blockhead. You know how gorgeous you are, girl, but what will happen if you don’t have intelligence? I can’t imagine what awaits you. I know nothing other than the gambler who lives next door and owes a great deal of money. Maybe he will sell you to a brothel and use the money to rake in huge profits.”

Terrified by his words, He Danggui opened her eyes and looked at the swordsman in cloak beside the bed to verify his statements. Since he was unsmiling, she gnashed her teeth and rushed to the bed to bump her head. A surprised expression appeared on the swordsman’s face. And then she fell into the web of death.

However, the web was broken a hole all of a sudden. She came down from the hole, unwittingly entering in a dream haze. “Damn it! I have hit my head. Why don’t I die? Don’t I have the right to die?” She thought.

This time, in the dream, she had clothes, so she was able to walk erectly. But her legs kept trembling. She walked one step or two, and then she was caught by someone when she was about to fall. It was the man with haze on his face again, and this time he lifted her up without hesitation and said, “Oh? When did you put on the clothes?”

He Danggui answered him in a panic voice, “I was locked by an evil Taoist priest. I don’t want to be trapped here, however, I have nothing to do but pace up and down in the dream. You must be a young swordsman prisoned by him as well. Why don’t we figure out the way to break this dream and ruin his ruse?”

The man turned a deaf ear to her words. He just lifted her up and kept walking until they arrived at a place distinct from the previous gorgeous room in the Lord Ning’s Mansion. This was a stretch of stark field, but there was a three-floor bamboo building with tens of zhang (a unit of length in ancient China). He Danggui realized in surprise that the banisters and many parts of the bamboo building were not completely made of bamboo but also inset with shiny gems.

Although He Danggui was not familiar with the gems and didn’t know the quality of them, she felt it was mind-boggling that half of the building materials of the bamboo building were gems. She tried her best to open her eyes to appreciate this supernatural building, and, at the same time, she was lifted upstairs to the bedroom by the man, who then made a beeline for the inner room.

The man put her on the bed with thick curtain, took off his clothes and said, “Although I don’t like to force someone to do something, I think I know you. I remember your father is Gu Fang, the minister of the Ministry of Official Personnel Affairs, isn’t he? If you die in Lord Ning’s Mansion, I will feel very guilty and sorry for him. So…”

He Danggui gazed at this huge bed and felt giddy. The strangest part was the water mirror embedded in the headboard. Yet the woman in the water mirror was… Concubine Gu!

“Golly!” she exclaimed in surprise. Indeed, the charming woman with pink face was Concubine Gu who lived beside her. She stared at the figure in the mirror with a skeptical expression, so did the figure in the mirror. She couldn’t believe the fact that she had become another person.

The strangest thing she thought was that she was almost identical to Concubine Gu with her face, while her body was still hers. She didn’t have the long legs and plump breasts which Concubine Gu had.

He Danggui cried again, “What’s going on? Why do I become another woman? Why can’t I break this odd dream? Why this dream is so real?”

The man who was taking off the clothes didn’t care about her crying and just said, “Hey, I am a busy man. I don’t have time to listen to your crying, and I have some business to do… Is this your first time? I am not very impressed with you. We didn’t meet before, did we?” The girl, quivering, held the front area of the quilt sewed with mandarin ducks and then got in the quilt. After seeing this, he frowned and said, “Relax or I will not take the rap if I hurt you. This thing is not that scary. All you need to do is to relax and enjoy.”

He Danggui was fraught with thoughts, which was like a pot of porridge on the fire; it became thick as it boiled. No! She didn’t want to be Concubine Gu and rely herself on such a faceless man. She didn’t want to use Plan C. It basically had no difference from Plan B! She wouldn’t be happy even if she was saved.

Thus, she cried and shrieked, “Immortal! Please let me go and recover my face. Please wake me up!”

In the old days, she could only pray for immortal by a statue made of clay with no response, but the so-called old swordman she ran into was a weird immortal. Now she realized that he was watching her from the distance. He Danggui shouted at him, and he answered immediately, “Don’t be afraid… Girl…I am on my way to rescue you…”

He Danggui breathed a sigh of relief when she got the reaction from the immortal. She said to the man who took off his clothes at a stretch, kicked off his boots, only had an ivory pants, “Listen! The swindler… old immortal who brought us here is watching us from the distance. Let’s beseech him to pull us out of this dream, OK?” While a mighty arm was approaching, she squeezed the quilt, shook her head vigorously and said, “No! Get away from me! Old immortal! Save me!”

The man said sullenly, “What’s wrong with you? You keep saying odd words from the beginning. You don’t need to call the immortal but call husband!” His voice was full of anger and a bit of desire. His authority was violated by this little girl, so that he felt a surge of desire to conquer.

He Danggui’s tears were blossomed on the cover. She said in a low voice, “There is an old immortal above talking to us. Don’t you hear? He must hide somewhere to spy on us!” The man snatched the quilt from her as she was saying. He dragged her delicate ankle, flattened her and sat on her body with a manly body distinct from her slim body. Maybe he was afraid of squashing her, so he put his elbows on beside her shoulders to release the weight.

The man snorted, “Where is the immortal? Are you losing your mind or just nervous? So, you made a joke to cheer up the atmosphere? That is an abysmal one.” He used his right elbow to support the head of the bed and used his left hand to undress her while saying, “Be relax or I can’t get inside. Legs. I mean your legs. You need to spread your legs before having sex.”

He Danggui just felt a sensation of cold on her shoulders, and there was a bellyband and a pair of pants on her body. The skin exposed to the air was chilling. Yet there was a fire of lust burning inside her belly and heart, dispelling her cold, and there was a great deal of the sense of hot coming from the man, indicating his terrifying body temperature.

Hearing the man’s order, she not only disobeyed the command but also clamped her legs. Her head went blank and she was unable to talk, so she continued shaking her head. She thought, “Where is the old immortal? Didn’t he say that he would come to save her?”

The man hadn’t met this situation before, and his novelty was aroused, so he tried to be patient and wielded the means usually used on his princess to cope with He Danggui. He put his palm on her delicate waist, stoked her back from up to down and passed scalding streams of Zhenqi to her, which made her tremble from time to time. She closed her eyes tightly and grasped the cover enjoyably. But she was still reluctant to spread her legs, so the man brought the Zhenqi to her legs, mainly on Xuehai acupoint situated at inner side of kneels. Gradually, he moved his fingers to upward side.

He Danggui just felt that she was falling into a den of monsters, and a feeling of happiness that surpassed everything on earth was too strong. She started to wobble between the happiness and dignity, and then she exerted all her strength to shout at the sky, “Please save me, old immortal! Or I will bite my tongue to commit suicide!”

“Don’t do it! He is saving you. Aren’t you satisfied with him? Who else do you want? He is responsible enough. Just obey him, girl.” The gay voice of the old immortal came from the bedside. He said it with a leisurely tone as if he was being a looker-on at the scene with eating sunflower seeds. Then, the sound of eating sunflower seeds did come from the bedside.

He Danggui’s eyes were brimming with tears. She thundered, “Damn old man, you eat your words! You said you would help me. Help me drag him away. He is a demon. I am so scared!”

At this point, the man ignored the “voice of immortal” and was just engrossed in fondling the maiden. Seeing that she gradually fell into his hands, he asked with a satisfied smile, “You say I am a demon. So, do you fear the demon or like it? And who are you talking to? Who is the ‘damn old man’?”

He Danggui didn’t know why the man couldn’t hear the damn old man’s voice. Anyway, she couldn’t tolerate his touching anymore, so she, with her last consciousness, hit her head on a Ruyi (a Chinese jade ware) beside the pillow. With the feeling that a stream of warm fluid shed from her forehead, she got into the boundless web of death again.

At the end of her dream, she felt she was falling down and finally to the hard bed in the Inn. Opening her eyes, she saw the timeworn beams and the cobwebs suspended from them, which showed a sharp contrast with the scene she had just seen in her dream. That room was teeming with jades, and a big water mirror was embedded in the headboard. It must be the best demonstration of illusion. The transient joy was so vivid that she could even feel the remaining delight of being fondled. However, as she looked down, she found she was not as naked as she was in the dream.

And the most inconceivable thing was that after the awful experience in the dream, she, who was tortured by Jinfeng Yulu Powder, became more comfortable, and the effect of it weakened a lot.

Bai Yangbai bandaged the forehead wound of He Danggui and complained, “The wound just stopped bleeding, but now it bleeds again. Can you hit other parts next time? Or you can bite your tongue. You said just now that you would commit suicide by biting your tongue, so why did you hit your head?” Seeing the maiden weeping, he asked with a sigh, “How do you feel, girl? Do you feel any better? My therapy of dream works, doesn’t it? Do you want one more? You just had half the course of it. This can’t detoxify. At least, you should have a full course once more.”