Chapter 8, Do Not Touch My Woman

I curse your mother, Indian! Guan Zhuofan swung his blade, and just as the Indian soldier reached for his rifle, the sharp sabre severed his right hand at the wrist. With a clang, the rifle, along with a dark hand, fell to the ground. The Indian soldier let out a scream and fell backward onto the ground

I will teach you a gesture," he demonstrated a cross gesture to everyone, touching his forehead, chest, left shoulder, and right shoulder, "If you encounter foreign soldiers, this may come in handy.

Heaven, let these devils hurry up and leave—once again, that oppressive feeling from the day returns. He returned to his room and lay on the bed, lost in thought.

Guan Zhuofan sighed: "Banish the evil."

What spell? Guan Zhuofan was puzzled, but after a moment's thought, he realized she was referring to the gesture of drawing a cross. He found it secretly amusing, but then he noticed the maid Xiaofu, who was holding Xiaoyun, standing at the door, stunned and wide-eyed. Upon hearing the commotion, Tubo also hurried over from the front courtyard, carrying a lantern.

He glanced at Bai. She had already changed into a coarse cloth outfit, and her face was smeared with soot—one patch on her forehead, one on her left cheek, and one on her right cheek, each round and evenly applied. I said, "Sister, are you applying rouge?"

What is the Third Young Master doing? The Bai family does not recognize it and secretly asks Tu Bo. Tu Bo shakes his head; he has lived for several decades and has never seen such a thing.

The sky had already darkened, and not long after, a sudden knocking sound was heard from the neighboring yard, followed by the startled exclamations of adults and the cries of children, interspersed with incomprehensible shouts of anger

There are Indian soldiers in the British army, and he does not find it strange. During the two Opium Wars and the subsequent Eight-Nation Alliance, there were a considerable number of Indians involved. What is strange, however, is where this dead Indian fellow came from. He walked to the wall of the courtyard and surveyed the area. It quickly became clear to him that this guy had been robbing goods with his companions next door, and on a whim, he must have stepped on something and climbed over the wall, hoping to take a share for himself. The heavy thud he heard earlier must have been the sound of him jumping down from the courtyard wall. He walked to the wall of the courtyard and surveyed the area. It quickly became clear to him that this guy had been robbing goods with his companions next door, and on a whim, he must have stepped on something and climbed over the wall, hoping to take a share for himself. The heavy thud he heard earlier must have been the sound of him jumping down from the courtyard wall.

In five days, they will set fire to the garden

On the day of August 29, starting from early morning, Guan Zhuofan's mood gradually worsened. He locked himself in his room, lying on the kang, covering his head with a quilt. However, this method of burying his head in the sand could not isolate him from the outside world; when the sound of cannon fire from the Anglo-French Allied Forces attacking the city rang out, he still heard it clearly.

Rice has been bought back, noodles have been bought back, dried tofu, pickled vegetables, various meats that are braised or smoked, all have been brought back, filling the small kitchen to the brim. The expressions on the faces of the Bai family and Tu Bo Xiao Fu grow increasingly tense day by day, while only Xiao Yun remains carefree and playful.

Bai's

Bai was startled just now and instinctively threw herself into Guan Zhuofan's arms. Now, seeing that Tu Bo, Xiao Fu, and her sister have all arrived, she suddenly realizes that she is embracing her brother-in-law. What does this mean? Instantly feeling a wave of embarrassment, she pushes Guan Zhuofan away and struggles out of his embrace.

The Indian soldier struggled to support Guan Zhuofan's right hand holding the knife with his left hand, blinking his eyes in confusion, not understanding why he heard this familiar "national curse" here. In broken English, he frantically pleaded, "NO fuck, NO fuck..."

Laozi sent the Buddha to the West! Guan Zhuofan pounced, straddling the Indian soldier, reversing his saber with the blade pointing down, and thrusting it towards the soldier's chest, viciously whispering, "Fuck!"

For an entire day, Guan Zhuofan felt a sense of heaviness in his heart. During lunch, Bai Shi called for him softly from outside twice, but he pretended not to hear. By evening, the sound of gunfire had diminished, with only the occasional distant shot heard. His mood had calmed somewhat, and he stepped out of the room to have dinner and study with everyone.

Bai finally couldn't hold back any longer. Looking at the cross, he timidly asked, "Zhuo Fan, what is this for?"

Guan Zhuofan took a breath, turned around in surprise, and saw Bai holding a pair of still dripping scissors, his chest heaving, trembling all over as he gazed at the deceased Indian soldier

It was not my initiative... Guan Zhuofan felt that he had been unfairly blamed. Seeing that the Bai family did not seem like they would resort to drastic measures, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he might as well bear this unjust blame. He first gestured for Xiaofu to take Xiaoyun back to her room, then waved over Tubo and quietly instructed him for a moment. Only then did he pick up the knife, take the lantern from Tubo's hand, and walk into the courtyard

Guan Zhuofan felt a surge of blood rush to his head, drawing out his sabre and dashing out of the room like the wind. He ran to the door of the Bai family's east wing and kicked open the ajar door. In the dim candlelight, he was startled to see a British soldier in red coat and white trousers cornering Bai, one hand covering her mouth while the other attempted to tear at her clothes. Upon seeing someone burst in, the British soldier hurriedly jumped up, reaching for the bayoneted rifle leaning against the edge of the bed.

Although her clothes were still neat and tidy, she probably hadn't suffered much, but what worried him was that she might be feeling despondent. Guan Zhuofan quickly embraced her tightly, patting her back, and spoke gently: "It's all right, we haven't lost anything; we just took his dog's life. Sister-in-law, you mustn't think too negatively."

Bai said, "He held me too tightly; I couldn't even free my hands..." Guan Zhuofan felt a pang of unease in his heart and thought: Holding too tightly, could this be referring to me? He quickly relaxed his arms that were holding her.

On his face is a large beard, and on his head is wrapped a thick white cloth

A pair of scissors plunged fiercely into the neck of the Indian soldier, his left hand went limp, and he was immediately pierced through the chest by a saber. The pierced heart made no sound, he straightened his body and died

Yuanmingyuan

He sat up, his heart tightening: the British devils had come to steal something. After a while, he heard a thud, as if a heavy object had fallen in the courtyard. Straining to listen again, he could hear nothing more. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a woman's low gasp from across the way, followed by what seemed like her mouth being covered, abruptly cutting off the sound.

Guan Zhuofan, however, was continuously working on those pieces of wood, sawing, planing, and painting. After two days of effort, he finally managed to create a simple yet peculiar object.

Fack! Guan Zhuofan exerts more force with his hands

I am so overwhelmed that I cannot even use the spell you taught me..." After finishing, Bai felt both frustrated and wronged, and began to cry again

NO fuck, NO fuck

... ...

The French army is attacking from the north of the city, while the British army is assaulting from the south. Senggelinqin is still engaged in a minor skirmish at Deshengmen, but this no longer affects the overall situation. My capital is destined to fall into the hands of foreign troops this afternoon... And five days later...

On the third day, Guan Zhuofan called for Tubo, and the two of them hung this item on the wall directly facing the main gate of the small courtyard

That is a white cross

... ...

At that moment, several indistinct shouts came from the neighboring yard. He knew that it was the companions of that deceased Indian soldier looking for him. He immediately pressed his body tightly against the courtyard wall and listened carefully; there were probably two people. The two Indian soldiers, unable to find him, murmured a few words to each other and hurriedly exited, running towards the alley entrance.

Everyone followed him with a sense of trepidation, their movements earnest yet comical

I had said that this sister-in-law had some tricks up her sleeve, and indeed I was not mistaken—he could guess that the scissors in Bai's hand must have been hidden under the pillow, kept for emergencies. He stood up and softly said, "Sister-in-law, it's all right now." Carefully holding her hand, he took the scissors and threw them on the ground, then dared to tentatively support her shoulder. Bai's body trembled even more violently, and suddenly she threw herself into his arms, sobbing softly. He stood up and softly said, "Sister-in-law, it's all right now." Carefully holding her hand, he took the scissors and threw them on the ground, then dared to tentatively support her shoulder. Bai's body trembled even more violently, and suddenly she threw herself into his arms, sobbing softly.