You put me in charge of the prison and turned all the female prisoners into female military goddesse

In the gentian bushes, Lu Jing rode on the back of the piper.

Beneath him, the piper struggled desperately.

"Get down here, let me go!"

Ok? !

That sound?

Lu Jing frowned.

woman?

He quickly reached out, grabbed a corner of the face mask, and pulled it aside.

A handsome face appeared before me.

"Is she really a woman?"

Lu Jing was surprised.

"What's wrong with the woman?"

The piper retorted, "Weren't you born of a woman?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Lu Jing regained his fierce look, then stepped off the piper, grabbed her collar, and pulled her up.

"open!"

The piper protested, striking Lu Jing's arm in an attempt to retaliate, but she was too weak, and Lu Jing found it as comfortable as a massage.

"I'll let you go."

Lu Jing said coldly, "Tell me your name, what you do, and why you are able to control those mountain demons."

"Let me go and I'll tell you," the piper pouted.

"Tell me first and I'll let you go."

"Let me go first..."

"Are you trying to play tongue twisters with me?"

Lu Jing reached out and tapped the piper on the head: "Speak up!"

The piper reluctantly replied, "My name is Lin Xiaoque."

"Continue," Lu Jing urged, "What do you do for a living?"

"I don't do anything special," Lin Xiaoque pointed around, "I just live here..."

"Mountain dwellers?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Lin Xiaoque patted Lu Jing's arm, "You're right, Shanmin. My brain just went blank, and I couldn't think of a way to describe it for a moment."

Lu Jing loosened his grip on her collar slightly: "Then tell me, why do those mountain demons listen to you?"

Lin Xiaoque shrugged: "I don't know either."

"You better behave yourself!" Lu Jing smacked her on the head again.

"Really!" Lin Xiaoque covered her head and said aggrievedly, "I really don't know. My mother taught me to play the flute. As long as I play the flute, those mountain demons, tigers, and falcons will listen to me."

Lu Jing was taken aback: "And tigers, Lin Jun..."

Goodness, you're a druid? You can tame beasts?

"That's what your mother taught you..."

Lu Jing frowned: "Then why can your mother... communicate with animals?"

"I don't know," Lin Xiaoque shrugged. "You should ask my mother."

"Where is your mother now?"

"Here you are."

Following the direction Lin Xiaoque pointed, Lu Jing saw a grave mound covered with flowers.

"Your mother is dead?"

"Otherwise what?"

Lin Xiaoque pouted impatiently, "If she were still alive, would I be in this state?"

Although his tone was harsh, Lu Jing saw a hint of sadness flash in Lin Xiaoque's eyes, and her eyelids creased slightly.

Lu Jing was proficient in micro-expression analysis. He knew that even the top actors and actresses could not perform such realistic micro-expressions.

Yes, Lu Jing confirmed in his heart: from beginning to end, Lin Xiaoque had been telling the truth and had not lied.

Releasing his grip on her collar, Lu Jing took a step back, and Lin Xiaoque quickly straightened her collar.

"just……"

Pointing down the mountain, Lu Jing asked, "Did you order those mountain demons to kill those soldiers?"

"Yes," Lin Xiaoque readily admitted.

Why?

"Because they are all bad people, I can tell."

Lu Jing smiled and said, "That's true."

After saying that, he naturally sat cross-legged on the ground next to him. Lin Xiaoque looked at him and then sat down as well.

"Give."

Lu Jing took out a flatbread from his pocket, broke it into two pieces, and handed one piece to Lin Xiaoque.

"oh."

Lin Xiaoque was stunned for a moment, then took it, smelled it under her nose, and took a big bite, her cheeks puffed out.

The two remained silent for a moment, then sat side by side eating their pancakes.

As they finished their pancakes, Lu Jing asked her, "I don't understand. When we first went into the mountains, didn't you also have the mountain demons block your path? Why did you let us go in the end?"

"You seem like good people," Lin Xiaoque said without looking up, her attention completely focused on the flatbread.

Lu Jing smiled and said, "Lying."

"Huh?" Lin Xiaoque moved the biscuit away from her mouth. "How did you know?"

Lu Jing laughed again: "Because you simply can't lie. All your thoughts are written on your face. How should I put it, you're naive."

"Tch." Rolling her eyes, Lin Xiaoque continued eating her pancake.

"Tell me, why is that...?"

As he spoke, Lu Jing took out another piece of flatbread: "If you had told me, I would have given you this every day."

"That's not necessary..."

As Lin Xiaoque spoke, she took the flatbread from Lu Jing and stared at him with her big eyes: "Fine, I'll tell you what's good for you."

"Um."

"Because, among you, there is one who looks like my mother."

"what?"

This answer was something Lu Jing hadn't expected.

"Like your mother?"

Lu Jing knew she was referring to the female prisoners and quickly asked, "Which one are you talking about?"

"That's the one..."

Swallowing hard the biscuit in her mouth, Lin Xiaoque gestured and said, "She's a little taller than me, her hair is shoulder-length, she's very pretty, her mouth is quite small, and she has a black mole on the corner of her mouth."

Upon hearing her description, Lu Jing blurted out, "Qin Liniang?!"

"what?"

Lin Xiaoque repeated it, a smile instantly spreading across her face: "Qin Liniang, so that's her name!"

"Does she really look like your mother?"

"You don't believe me?!"

As she spoke, Lin Xiaoque stuffed the biscuit into her mouth and reached into her bag.

He pulled something out and handed it to Lu Jing.

"Look."

"What?"

Lu Jing took it, unfolded it, and found that "it was a portrait with a woman on it."

"This," Lin Xiaoque pointed, "is my mother."

"So alike!" Lu Jing exclaimed in astonishment as he looked at the portrait. "The nose, the eyebrows, the chin—it's just like Qin Liniang! If you don't look closely, you could say they're exactly the same."

"Right?"

Lin Xiaoque pouted smugly: "She looks like my mother, I think she's my sister, so..."

Swallowing the remaining biscuit in her mouth, Lin Xiaoque continued, "That's why I decided to let you go. Sometimes when I go up the mountain to pick fruit, I run into you. I hide in the shadows and secretly watch her. Every time I see her, I think of my mother."

Lin Xiaoque's voice grew softer and softer. She put down the pancake in her hand and stopped eating. She sighed several times and looked as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant.

Lu Jing stared at her, which stirred up her longing for her mother.

The two fell silent again.

They sat side by side like that for two minutes.

Lu Jing suddenly spoke up: "If I let Qin Liniang be your mother, how about you teach me how to control wild beasts with your flute?"

"ah?!!"

Lin Xiaoque was stunned, and the pancake in her hand rolled to the ground.