Chu Fenghan was abandoned three times.
For the first time, her mother put a tag on her and pushed her to the entrance of the market. She was very short, and her mother was afraid that she would be hidden among a group of half-grown children and not be seen, so she ordered her to stand on tiptoes on a dead wood pier.
She stood for a long time, until her feet lost feeling, and finally she waited for the buyer. It was a sunny day, and with a long-lost smile on her tired brows, my mother handed her over to the secret guard camp leader with her own hands, holding tightly the ten taels of silver he had gotten from selling her.
In the six years since then, she has been ups and downs in the secret guard camp, struggling. In order to survive, she forged herself into the coldest sword and became an outstanding assassin.
The second time she went on a mission, she failed and the tendons in her right hand were severed. She could no longer lift the sword. The camp master was lying on the couch, looking down at her, and asked her if she wanted to end it on her own, or if someone could help her. She refused to die, and knelt on the bluestone tiles and begged bitterly. The man on the couch spoke coldly, in a long and lazy voice, "I don't want to raise waste in my camp."
She didn't die, but she became a worthless waste again. She was sold into the Chunxiang Pavilion and became an ordinary dancer.
One day someone came to listen to music, and she danced emotionally in Taichung. When she opened her eyes again, the person was already in front of her.
He stood tall and straight in black, with very soft eyebrows. He asked her warmly with a smile in his eyes, "Will you go with me?"
"Where to go?"
"Luoqi Pavilion." Qi Xiaoling replied to her.
"What to do?"
"Kill for me."
"I am already a disabled person." She stretched out her hand to show him, and there was a deep and ugly scar on her wrist.
"You're not." He was still so gentle.
From then on, she followed him back to Luoqi Pavilion, and worked hard to practice her left-hand swordsmanship with the help of Qi Xiaoling.
The third time, it was Qi Xiaoling who wanted to send her away.
"Where do you want me to go?" She asked.
"Gardenia Peak, look after someone for me." He replied, with no sadness or joy on his face.
Chu Fenghan put on the gilt satin shirt Qi Xiaoling prepared for her and said goodbye to him. He nodded and looked away.
On the carriage, she quietly changed out of her fine clothes and put on common clothes, unsheathing the cold blade in her hand. She no longer wanted to live like this, passively accepting their requests and alms, so she ran away on the way that day.
But halfway, I met the familiar figure from behind.
Qi Xiaoling turned his head and looked at her coldly, the Kirin knife in his hand glowing with cold light.
He asked, "Why are you disobedient?"
(There is no robbery. Qi Xiaoling is not a good person, but he is still a human being.)
Intention: To be a useful person.