Chapter 21: Spoils of War

  What kind of person can be called young and handsome with a charming appearance?

  What kind of appearance is called "people love flowers and flowers bloom"?

  What kind of temperament is qualified to be called enchanting and make people worship?

  Today is considered a good luck for you all, opening your eyes and witnessing this cosmic wonder that is hard to encounter in 5,000 years.

  This young master is the sole synonym mentioned above.

  My small and shallow vanity has finally been thoroughly satisfied by these two lovely little girls.

  For a moment, I was so enchanted that I didn't respond, but just raised an eyebrow and stared.

  The girls were already at a loss for words, and when they saw me with raised eyebrows and wide eyes, they became even more flustered.

  Is my ecstatic mood not reflected on my face?

  I stretched out my right hand.

  The two sisters just stared blankly, each with their own thoughts.

  "Come quickly!" I shouted in a low voice.

  The young lady came back to her senses with joy, hastily pushed her sister in front of me and handed her small hand over to mine.

  Don't mention it, this little hand, although stained with some mud and whatnot, is still soft and delicate when pinched, indeed not a rough-working girl!

  I let out a sigh and couldn't help but rub her hair again with a bit more force, the little girl's face turned red, she shrank back and lowered her head, her small hands already showing signs of wanting to break free.

  My goodness! The little fatty sheep old man was sent to the mouth, how can I let go! I took advantage of the situation and stretched out my left hand as well. My right palm followed her arm and attached itself to the armpit, and with both arms working together, I lifted this little girl up and gently placed her on the saddle. Her small body was extremely light, and all the strength I had prepared earlier was wasted.

  At this moment, my right hand still maintains the posture of just now, with four fingers behind and thumb stretched forward. This thumb is pressed on the small chest of that little sister - of course, a ten-year-old girl's body can't have any ups and downs even if it's mature, so I pretended to support her unintentionally and then withdrew my hand.

  It's okay, the little girl's body is extremely soft, even if it's just pinched, it can make my body numb and tingle all over, although her clothes are a bit torn, they're still clean and don't have any strange smell, but there's a hint of a young girl's delicate fragrance.

  My first impression was the fragrance of tender grass on the prairie in early summer.

  Then I blamed myself: I'm not young anymore, a man of this age, still thinking about flowers and grass every day, making unrealistic dreams of youth and fantasy, really naive, kind and lovely!

  Grow up!

  Then I thought, this is actually a bit similar to Nai Xiang.

  But as soon as I mention milk fragrance, what comes to mind is not only breast milk, but also Mengniu Yili and the milk powder of Sanzhi Xiaolu. I couldn't help but sigh that the hearts of people in later generations are no longer ancient, far from being as simple and honest as the current folk customs.

  I couldn't help but lean my head forward, resting it on my little sister's tender shoulder, wanting to melt into this faint scent of milk powder.

  "General, General!" I was lost in thought for a while, during which time that sister had called out several times, but I hadn't heard her.

  "General..." The can of milk powder in front of me wobbled slightly, and a soft voice pulled me out of the dreamy feeling. In an instant, all the cans and bags of milk powder had transformed into small deer.

  I was lost in thought, but then I saw that little sister's ears had turned red all the way to the roots, and only then did I realize that my actions earlier seemed a bit too intimate.

  "General, what about me?" The young lady who had been shouting from horseback for a long time also stretched out her small hand to me, and it seemed to be as strong as her sister's.

  "You want to ride a horse with me too?" I shrugged, indicating that it was a lot of trouble.

  The girl nodded slightly.

  No, no, our previous performance must have been very humiliating, now we need to regain some image. I coughed lightly: "This is a bit too narrow, afraid it can't seat three people."

  Of course, I was overjoyed in my heart.

  "My sister is afraid of giving birth, so... it's a trouble for General Shao. For any offense, please forgive me." But my sister is considerate and thoughtful, yet I have to suffer for her sake.

  I have nothing more to say, although it's a bit heart-wrenching for my little pony that has been running non-stop since morning without rest. But compared to its future mistress, this small hardship should still be manageable, right?

  I shifted my body back a bit, stretched out my hands again, and with just a little effort, I pulled her onto the horse. However, since both girls were petite, they took up more than half of the saddle, leaving my buttocks mostly outside, giving me the feeling that the lower half was hanging in mid-air without any support. It felt as if my two butt cheeks had been split into four, with the front two on the soft saddle and the back two on the hard horseback, what a refreshing sensation...

  "Hurry back to Guzang!" I wrapped my arms around the two little girls, holding them tightly in my embrace, and urged the horse to gallop forward, leading the entire group of twenty or thirty people northward.

  My whole body was stiffly stuck to the back of the young lady, and my chin would occasionally touch her small shoulder. Although the touching movements were very slight, as soon as they touched, they would separate, but the little girl would still make some slight movements, making me feel uneasy: it seems that this sister's vigilance is not small either, and it's hard for brothers to get by.

  I gradually found that the little sister's small ears were getting redder and redder, probably because my mouth was slightly closer to her cheek. It is said that a man's hot breath can also make women emotional, is it being realized here now?

  A wave of shame suddenly arose: it was all because my momentary confusion and recklessness left an extremely deep psychological shadow in the heart of such a pure, lovely, innocent and romantic little sister, causing her to develop severe psychological disorders. I hope this won't have adverse consequences on her gentle, virtuous, considerate and kind-hearted older sister's heart either? In this lifetime, I haven't done anything else wrong, just this one thing is a heinous crime that cannot be forgiven, I only ask the heavens to open their eyes and grant me a little girl!

  I silently pray in my heart, hoping that through confession, I can obtain forgiveness from heaven.

  It quickly turned into a curse at heaven.

  Damn it, how can this road be so bumpy?! I've been riding for so long! Not to mention my two legs are numb with pain, but most importantly, my poor butt is in agony!

  I rode on, cursing to myself in a low, vicious tone. Of course I wouldn't do anything unseemly on the horse - mainly because my butt really hurt, hurt so much that I didn't have the energy to command any other part of my body to do anything else.

  So I carried two underage girls, and rode a tired little horse back "da da da" all the way.

  When I came back to life and saw the dilapidated city gate of Guazang City, I finally understood what it meant to be so moved that tears of joy were about to fall.

  "Zhao Cheng, arrange the accommodations for everyone. I need to go to bed for a while!" I turned around and shouted loudly. The little horse let out a loud whinny, summoning its last bit of strength, and galloped towards the back courtyard of the Marquis's residence with a clatter, seemingly unaware that the two girls in my arms had trembled strangely after hearing me speak.

  I hope I never have to do this tiring and rough work again in the future.

  May I live to be 100 years old and die a peaceful death in bed.

  Ask my great Lord to bless me.

  Amitabha Buddha.

  Amen.