"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 91 - I have the same face
The streets of Luoyang in late autumn were crowded with people.
Yeon Jeokha and Kucheonnodo Shimtong moved nonstop, bumping shoulders with people.
“Where the hell are the ancestors? why doesn't it look like this Is this the right way?”
Simtong laughed and said at the continuous complaint of Yeonjeokha.
“Hehe, looking at the guesthouse over there, it seems that we are almost there. Didn’t the merchant who was selling with Tang earlier say that you can see it right after passing through the guesthouse?”
“Oh, I want to eat another piece of sugar.”
Heartache leaked Yeonjeokha's Dongmunseo answer through one ear and looked around him.
Then he screamed like a child for a moment.
“Confucius, I found it! There he is!”
Yeonjeokha's eyes followed Shimtong's wrinkled fingertips.
indeed! About 50 paces away, I saw the signboard of Sangjosangbang.
The thought of meeting Namgung-yeon again after 12 years gives me a new feeling.
She forgot her face, but was still excited for some reason.
She must have been nervous, as Yeonjeokha slowed down as she approached Sangjo.
I asked as if I remembered the heartache of walking along with her slowed-down stride.
“By the way, Gongja-nim. Why did you reject Jeong Gwan-ju’s offer earlier?”
"it's crazy? Kill people for money?”
"ah… … .”
Heartache glanced at Yeonjeokha with new eyes.
Because of her antipathy towards famous religions, she naturally thought she would accept it, but it was a bit unexpected. I would never have thought that he, who works in Green Forest, would hate contract killings.
Looking back, I don't think he's ever killed anyone.
He killed the Great Power Gwi, but at that time he was an immortal monster, not a human, so this is an exception.
Perhaps because there were a lot of people coming in and out, the door to the ancestors was wide open.
Sohn-hak, who was going out at the right time, stopped when he saw the strange visitors.
Greeting guests is the job of workers, but when he saw the swords hanging from the waist of the old man and the boy, he couldn't just ignore them.
“What business are you here for?”
Sohn Hak took a step closer to the old man.
Simtong, who received his gaze, took the place of Yeonjeokha.
“I heard that there are people from the Namgung family here. Are they inside?”
“Yes, but… … . Who are you?”
Sohn Hak was the leader of the ancestors, but he lowered his attitude because the opponent was a Moorim.
“Go and tell them that Confucius Qian has come to visit.”
Son Hak felt uncomfortable at Sim Tong’s one-sided words, but he didn’t show it. It wasn't for a day or two that I saw the rudeness of the Murim people.
“At the same time, I also had something to do with them. Please go with me.”
Sohn Hak took the lead without listening to the other person's answer.
It was like he was attempting a small counterattack.
After going inside for a while, a fairly large hall appeared.
The writing on the board is Suryeogak.
Standing in front of him, Sohn Hak slightly turned his head to check on the visitors before he shouted loudly.
“Namgung Sohyeop, are you inside?”
After a while, Namgungcheon, a sword of wind, stuck his head out through the door.
Namgungcheon's eyes widened as she looked around her visitors and discovered Yeonjeokha.
“Huh! Yeon-ah?”
He hurriedly came out, put on his shoes, and approached Yeonjeokha.
“Hey! How much is this? Did you stop by on the way?”
“Yes, both sides and sides.”
Embarrassed, he scratched his head.
It is because there is not enough friendship between Namgung family and him to search for it.
“Come on, let’s go inside. Yeon-i will be happy when he sees you.”
Namgungcheon put her arm around Yeonjeokha's shoulder and led her to her temple.
“Anyway, I talked about you with my brother yesterday. It seems that I was going to meet you today, right? Everything in the world has a reason... … .”
It was really nice, but Namgungcheon's mouth didn't rest for a moment.
At his fuss, Sim Tong and Son Hak were pushed to the back and had to watch.
When Namgungcheon takes Yeonjeokha inside, only Simtong and Sonhak are left in her yard.
“Didn’t you tell Namgoongse that he had business with people?”
At the blunt question, Sohn Hak belatedly said ‘Ah!’ and hit his head.
"however… … . Won't you come in with me?"
Sohn Hak couldn't understand Namgung-cheon's actions, who only took the boy away.
“The Namgung family’s guest is Gongja, not me.”
“Ah, yes.”
Sohn Hak replied dryly, then fixed his eyes on the tightly closed hall.
It is true that I came because I had something to say to the Namgung family.
However, I was sorry to call Namgungcheon again when it was not urgent.
After thinking for a moment, Sohnhak bowed to the old man and went back the way he had come.
***
Namgoongyeon, who is called Hwayong Doksim, opened her door and entered her room.
The moment she saw her face, the younger brother's face hardened.
ah! How can I forget that look!
She is a fairy seen in Gucheon Hyeonnyeokyung.
Although she has forgotten the face of Namgung-yeon, whom she met when she was six years old, she remembers the fairy of Gucheon Hyeonnyeo-gyeong as if she had seen it yesterday.
For some reason, Namgungyeon in front of her was the same as her fairy who disappeared on a cloud at that time.
“Uh, uh… … .”
When Yeon Jeok-ha pointed to her Namgung-yeon and stuttered, Namgung-cheon laughed loudly.
“Puhaha! Yeon Ah, what is ‘uh uh’? If you meet after thirteen years, say hello properly.”
Namgoong-yeon, who sat elegantly in her seat, gazed at Yeon Jeok-ha across from her.
When I carefully opened it, the face of her six years old remained.
She was proud to see her child, whom her mother and older sister couldn't tell the difference, grown up.
That's how she survived the severe abuse without dying.
She said that she escaped from the narrow and smelly warehouse and became a green tree, her eyes were still clear.
Like the day in her childhood when she called herself her mother.
I'm glad her eyes didn't change.
She would have resented the sky if he, who had a difficult past, was stuck in the world.
Namgungyeon laughed because he was grateful and proud of that.
Encouraged by her smile, Yeon Jeok-ha carefully opened his fortune.
“Nu, sister, how have you been?”
Nod.
She was the one who didn't even talk to her family unless it was absolutely necessary.
“I was, um, living in a warehouse after my father died. Then she runs away... … . She met an old beggar, ah! right. The beggar also gave me a broken gourd. I guess they knew me as a beggar. haha."
Namgungyeon's eyes lit up in her, and she listened to his story.
It was a disorganized story, but it was good in her eyes, as if the days he had lived were drawn.
“… … He got lost in the mountains and almost died, but then his older brothers rescued him.”
Yeon Jeok-ha, who had been making a lot of noise, drank tea as if thirsty.
At that time, she asked as if she was curious about Namgungcheon, who was listening quietly.
“She was quite surprised to see Yeon-yi earlier, but why did she do that? It is true that Yeon-i is beautiful, but you are the first person to be surprised by that.”
“Ah, brother. Is that true?”
Yeonjeokha looked at Namgungyeon and Namgungcheon alternately with a puzzled expression.
How can I say, ‘In her mirror, I saw her fairy flying on her clouds, and that was Sister Yeon’!
“What is the truth?”
At Namgungcheon's urging, Yeon Jeokha sighed and said,
"ha! You can't laugh at my story. In fact, why?”
With a big heart, he confessed that 'the face of Gucheonhyeonnyeo's face in the mirror was the same as Namgungyeon's.
“… … .”
Namgungcheon turned her head around to avoid the gaze.
It is clear that I saw something in vain because I was lonely and having a hard time.
I think it might be like that if you're confined in a small space for a long time.
Moreover, wasn't it in the middle of a dreamy childhood?
It must be memories of the days when you couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.
“Hum, hum, how did you know that fairy was the sage of Gucheon?”
“Because it was written on the mirror.”
"ah! What is her fairy's name?”
"yes."
Namgungcheon shook her head dryly.
It seems to have managed to match her front and rear, considering that she was weak-minded at her young age.
“What is that? In the Buddhist scriptures, there is a saying ‘everything depends on the heart’. Hum, hum, because you saw it, you must have seen it. Still, what a strange coincidence. To say that the fairy and Yuna were the same? isn't it? Should I open it?”
At Namgungcheon's sudden question, Namgungyeon just laughed.
Namgungcheon led the conversation on behalf of the reticent Namgungyeon.
He didn't even lose his long-talking rivals.
With Namgung-yeon in between, she continued her chatter with Namgung-cheon.
Namgung-yeon sometimes participated in the conversation between the two with a smile and a simple nod.
The chat, which began in the middle of the day, ended only when the sun was setting.
Yeon Jeok-ha stood up from his seat with a face of regret.
Namgungcheon belatedly asked.
"Really! Have you decided where she will stay?”
“Not yet. You have arrived now.”
“We plan to move to Jeongju within a few days. Luoyang is too close to the Wolha Church. Please come to Daeyeon Sangbang at a later date.”
"yes… … .”
The feeling of being married to her unexpected words was mixed.
After a while, siblings Yeon Jeok-ha, Namgung-cheon, and Namgung-yeon came out to the floor.
Heartache, who had been dozing off while squatting at the end of the floor, jumped up from his seat.
"omg! Old Sim, have you been waiting?”
"yes."
“I should have gone to a nearby bar and had a drink.”
“Heh, it’s okay. I slept soundly for a long time.”
“Foot! Why are you sleeping uncomfortably? When you're tired, lie down anywhere. Did you grow up precious? Do you cover your bed?”
"no. It will come out soon, it will come out, and then it happened.”
The heartache was a little unfair.
There is no thief in the green forest and no one who covers the bed.
It was a mistake to think that it would end moderately because the alcohol was missing. I get goosebumps when I think of the conversation that seemed to end.
***
release.
Yong Hee-ru.
It was late at night, but Yonghuiru was noisy with drunken guests and gisaengs laughing.
By the way, was it around the end of the drinking season (9:00 p.m.)?
A drunken guest struck a courtesan, Sohyang, on the head with her fist as she was escorting her to her bedroom.
"evil!"
The incense strewn across her hallway floor.
A drunken man in his forties lunged at me like a wild beast and kicked me mercilessly.
pug. puck. puck. puck.
“You fucking bitch! I definitely told you to bring another bitch! But why are you ignoring me! Do you think I'm easy going because I go to a place like this? ok? A bitch selling her body!”
Sohyang, who was struggling, did not even move, as if she had lost her mind.
Still, her man continued to stomp on her, squealing at her like her madman.
Although there was already blood on her floor His kicks got stronger and stronger.
Surprised, the gisaengs rushed to call escorts.
The first person to come is Wang Bogang, who happened to be passing by.
“Stop!”
Wang Bo-bo stretched out his hand toward the drunkard's shoulder.
For a moment, the man slightly twisted his back to avoid it, but rather raised his voice.
"What! these guys! Do you conspire with prostitutes to entertain customers? what the fuck are you doing! Master, come out!”
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
The amazing Wang Bogang grabbed the opponent again.
At that moment, the man's hand touched Wang Bo-ho's chest like a thunderbolt and then fell.
“Cheak!”
Wang Bo-bo flew back, vomiting blood from his mouth.
It was then that Poong Yeon-cho, who was in charge of guarding Yonghuiru, arrived.
Poongyeoncho, who was looking at his intestines, frowned at him.
The gisaeng passed out over the bloody water, and the fallen king, Bo-ho, was covering his eyes.
I had never seen such an amazing sight even when I was living as a bandit.
Poongyeoncho looked at the drunk with absurd eyes.
“What are you doing bastard?”
The seven-year-old Ma Chun-wu, the man who was putting his feet on the head of the courtesan, grinned and turned his head away.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 91 - I have the same face
The streets of Luoyang in late autumn were crowded with people.
Yeon Jeokha and Kucheonnodo Shimtong moved nonstop, bumping shoulders with people.
“Where the hell are the ancestors? why doesn't it look like this Is this the right way?”
Simtong laughed and said at the continuous complaint of Yeonjeokha.
“Hehe, looking at the guesthouse over there, it seems that we are almost there. Didn’t the merchant who was selling with Tang earlier say that you can see it right after passing through the guesthouse?”
“Oh, I want to eat another piece of sugar.”
Heartache leaked Yeonjeokha's Dongmunseo answer through one ear and looked around him.
Then he screamed like a child for a moment.
“Confucius, I found it! There he is!”
Yeonjeokha's eyes followed Shimtong's wrinkled fingertips.
indeed! About 50 paces away, I saw the signboard of Sangjosangbang.
The thought of meeting Namgung-yeon again after 12 years gives me a new feeling.
She forgot her face, but was still excited for some reason.
She must have been nervous, as Yeonjeokha slowed down as she approached Sangjo.
I asked as if I remembered the heartache of walking along with her slowed-down stride.
“By the way, Gongja-nim. Why did you reject Jeong Gwan-ju’s offer earlier?”
"it's crazy? Kill people for money?”
"ah… … .”
Heartache glanced at Yeonjeokha with new eyes.
Because of her antipathy towards famous religions, she naturally thought she would accept it, but it was a bit unexpected. I would never have thought that he, who works in Green Forest, would hate contract killings.
Looking back, I don't think he's ever killed anyone.
He killed the Great Power Gwi, but at that time he was an immortal monster, not a human, so this is an exception.
Perhaps because there were a lot of people coming in and out, the door to the ancestors was wide open.
Sohn-hak, who was going out at the right time, stopped when he saw the strange visitors.
Greeting guests is the job of workers, but when he saw the swords hanging from the waist of the old man and the boy, he couldn't just ignore them.
“What business are you here for?”
Sohn Hak took a step closer to the old man.
Simtong, who received his gaze, took the place of Yeonjeokha.
“I heard that there are people from the Namgung family here. Are they inside?”
“Yes, but… … . Who are you?”
Sohn Hak was the leader of the ancestors, but he lowered his attitude because the opponent was a Moorim.
“Go and tell them that Confucius Qian has come to visit.”
Son Hak felt uncomfortable at Sim Tong’s one-sided words, but he didn’t show it. It wasn't for a day or two that I saw the rudeness of the Murim people.
“At the same time, I also had something to do with them. Please go with me.”
Sohn Hak took the lead without listening to the other person's answer.
It was like he was attempting a small counterattack.
After going inside for a while, a fairly large hall appeared.
The writing on the board is Suryeogak.
Standing in front of him, Sohn Hak slightly turned his head to check on the visitors before he shouted loudly.
“Namgung Sohyeop, are you inside?”
After a while, Namgungcheon, a sword of wind, stuck his head out through the door.
Namgungcheon's eyes widened as she looked around her visitors and discovered Yeonjeokha.
“Huh! Yeon-ah?”
He hurriedly came out, put on his shoes, and approached Yeonjeokha.
“Hey! How much is this? Did you stop by on the way?”
“Yes, both sides and sides.”
Embarrassed, he scratched his head.
It is because there is not enough friendship between Namgung family and him to search for it.
“Come on, let’s go inside. Yeon-i will be happy when he sees you.”
Namgungcheon put her arm around Yeonjeokha's shoulder and led her to her temple.
“Anyway, I talked about you with my brother yesterday. It seems that I was going to meet you today, right? Everything in the world has a reason... … .”
It was really nice, but Namgungcheon's mouth didn't rest for a moment.
At his fuss, Sim Tong and Son Hak were pushed to the back and had to watch.
When Namgungcheon takes Yeonjeokha inside, only Simtong and Sonhak are left in her yard.
“Didn’t you tell Namgoongse that he had business with people?”
At the blunt question, Sohn Hak belatedly said ‘Ah!’ and hit his head.
"however… … . Won't you come in with me?"
Sohn Hak couldn't understand Namgung-cheon's actions, who only took the boy away.
“The Namgung family’s guest is Gongja, not me.”
“Ah, yes.”
Sohn Hak replied dryly, then fixed his eyes on the tightly closed hall.
It is true that I came because I had something to say to the Namgung family.
However, I was sorry to call Namgungcheon again when it was not urgent.
After thinking for a moment, Sohnhak bowed to the old man and went back the way he had come.
***
Namgoongyeon, who is called Hwayong Doksim, opened her door and entered her room.
The moment she saw her face, the younger brother's face hardened.
ah! How can I forget that look!
She is a fairy seen in Gucheon Hyeonnyeokyung.
Although she has forgotten the face of Namgung-yeon, whom she met when she was six years old, she remembers the fairy of Gucheon Hyeonnyeo-gyeong as if she had seen it yesterday.
For some reason, Namgungyeon in front of her was the same as her fairy who disappeared on a cloud at that time.
“Uh, uh… … .”
When Yeon Jeok-ha pointed to her Namgung-yeon and stuttered, Namgung-cheon laughed loudly.
“Puhaha! Yeon Ah, what is ‘uh uh’? If you meet after thirteen years, say hello properly.”
Namgoong-yeon, who sat elegantly in her seat, gazed at Yeon Jeok-ha across from her.
When I carefully opened it, the face of her six years old remained.
She was proud to see her child, whom her mother and older sister couldn't tell the difference, grown up.
That's how she survived the severe abuse without dying.
She said that she escaped from the narrow and smelly warehouse and became a green tree, her eyes were still clear.
Like the day in her childhood when she called herself her mother.
I'm glad her eyes didn't change.
She would have resented the sky if he, who had a difficult past, was stuck in the world.
Namgungyeon laughed because he was grateful and proud of that.
Encouraged by her smile, Yeon Jeok-ha carefully opened his fortune.
“Nu, sister, how have you been?”
Nod.
She was the one who didn't even talk to her family unless it was absolutely necessary.
“I was, um, living in a warehouse after my father died. Then she runs away... … . She met an old beggar, ah! right. The beggar also gave me a broken gourd. I guess they knew me as a beggar. haha."
Namgungyeon's eyes lit up in her, and she listened to his story.
It was a disorganized story, but it was good in her eyes, as if the days he had lived were drawn.
“… … He got lost in the mountains and almost died, but then his older brothers rescued him.”
Yeon Jeok-ha, who had been making a lot of noise, drank tea as if thirsty.
At that time, she asked as if she was curious about Namgungcheon, who was listening quietly.
“She was quite surprised to see Yeon-yi earlier, but why did she do that? It is true that Yeon-i is beautiful, but you are the first person to be surprised by that.”
“Ah, brother. Is that true?”
Yeonjeokha looked at Namgungyeon and Namgungcheon alternately with a puzzled expression.
How can I say, ‘In her mirror, I saw her fairy flying on her clouds, and that was Sister Yeon’!
“What is the truth?”
At Namgungcheon's urging, Yeon Jeokha sighed and said,
"ha! You can't laugh at my story. In fact, why?”
With a big heart, he confessed that 'the face of Gucheonhyeonnyeo's face in the mirror was the same as Namgungyeon's.
“… … .”
Namgungcheon turned her head around to avoid the gaze.
It is clear that I saw something in vain because I was lonely and having a hard time.
I think it might be like that if you're confined in a small space for a long time.
Moreover, wasn't it in the middle of a dreamy childhood?
It must be memories of the days when you couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.
“Hum, hum, how did you know that fairy was the sage of Gucheon?”
“Because it was written on the mirror.”
"ah! What is her fairy's name?”
"yes."
Namgungcheon shook her head dryly.
It seems to have managed to match her front and rear, considering that she was weak-minded at her young age.
“What is that? In the Buddhist scriptures, there is a saying ‘everything depends on the heart’. Hum, hum, because you saw it, you must have seen it. Still, what a strange coincidence. To say that the fairy and Yuna were the same? isn't it? Should I open it?”
At Namgungcheon's sudden question, Namgungyeon just laughed.
Namgungcheon led the conversation on behalf of the reticent Namgungyeon.
He didn't even lose his long-talking rivals.
With Namgung-yeon in between, she continued her chatter with Namgung-cheon.
Namgung-yeon sometimes participated in the conversation between the two with a smile and a simple nod.
The chat, which began in the middle of the day, ended only when the sun was setting.
Yeon Jeok-ha stood up from his seat with a face of regret.
Namgungcheon belatedly asked.
"Really! Have you decided where she will stay?”
“Not yet. You have arrived now.”
“We plan to move to Jeongju within a few days. Luoyang is too close to the Wolha Church. Please come to Daeyeon Sangbang at a later date.”
"yes… … .”
The feeling of being married to her unexpected words was mixed.
After a while, siblings Yeon Jeok-ha, Namgung-cheon, and Namgung-yeon came out to the floor.
Heartache, who had been dozing off while squatting at the end of the floor, jumped up from his seat.
"omg! Old Sim, have you been waiting?”
"yes."
“I should have gone to a nearby bar and had a drink.”
“Heh, it’s okay. I slept soundly for a long time.”
“Foot! Why are you sleeping uncomfortably? When you're tired, lie down anywhere. Did you grow up precious? Do you cover your bed?”
"no. It will come out soon, it will come out, and then it happened.”
The heartache was a little unfair.
There is no thief in the green forest and no one who covers the bed.
It was a mistake to think that it would end moderately because the alcohol was missing. I get goosebumps when I think of the conversation that seemed to end.
***
release.
Yong Hee-ru.
It was late at night, but Yonghuiru was noisy with drunken guests and gisaengs laughing.
By the way, was it around the end of the drinking season (9:00 p.m.)?
A drunken guest struck a courtesan, Sohyang, on the head with her fist as she was escorting her to her bedroom.
"evil!"
The incense strewn across her hallway floor.
A drunken man in his forties lunged at me like a wild beast and kicked me mercilessly.
pug. puck. puck. puck.
“You fucking bitch! I definitely told you to bring another bitch! But why are you ignoring me! Do you think I'm easy going because I go to a place like this? ok? A bitch selling her body!”
Sohyang, who was struggling, did not even move, as if she had lost her mind.
Still, her man continued to stomp on her, squealing at her like her madman.
Although there was already blood on her floor His kicks got stronger and stronger.
Surprised, the gisaengs rushed to call escorts.
The first person to come is Wang Bogang, who happened to be passing by.
“Stop!”
Wang Bo-bo stretched out his hand toward the drunkard's shoulder.
For a moment, the man slightly twisted his back to avoid it, but rather raised his voice.
"What! these guys! Do you conspire with prostitutes to entertain customers? what the fuck are you doing! Master, come out!”
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
The amazing Wang Bogang grabbed the opponent again.
At that moment, the man's hand touched Wang Bo-ho's chest like a thunderbolt and then fell.
“Cheak!”
Wang Bo-bo flew back, vomiting blood from his mouth.
It was then that Poong Yeon-cho, who was in charge of guarding Yonghuiru, arrived.
Poongyeoncho, who was looking at his intestines, frowned at him.
The gisaeng passed out over the bloody water, and the fallen king, Bo-ho, was covering his eyes.
I had never seen such an amazing sight even when I was living as a bandit.
Poongyeoncho looked at the drunk with absurd eyes.
“What are you doing bastard?”
The seven-year-old Ma Chun-wu, the man who was putting his feet on the head of the courtesan, grinned and turned his head away.
