The mule cart was replaced by the old man to an oil-Trojan carriage, and the three of them were still spacious.

The curtains of the car were blown up, and the warm wind blew into the car, because the old man looked forward from a hero and rushed forward bravely, as if no one was on the road.

Qingfeng was lying with pale face and closed his eyes. He woke up once in the middle and ate a piece of sesame cake. He ordered Shunyu to serve him tea. After taking two bites, he fell asleep again.

Chunlin smiled and ate melon seeds, looking at Shunyu with a little mockery. After a while, he felt bored and turned his head to look out of the curtains.

It was a drizzling afternoon, the willows were lingering, the peach blossoms were in short life, and every bit was full of bleakness.

As expected, the journey of Tianshui Town was long and the rain was getting stronger at dusk. Seeing that there were three or two farmhouses in front of me, the old man drove the car and stopped, pushed open the door, and went forward and thumped the ring.

The farmer in Yingmen looked sick with a vegetable look on his face. He stuck out half of his body, looked at the old man and the grand carriage, and looked like a frightened rabbit.

The old man rushed to the car explained his purpose, and took out a tael of silver and handed it to him. The farmer only said that the fortune from heaven was lucky, and he held it with great gratitude in his hands and asked him to go out.

Shunyu followed Qingfeng Chunlin and stepped into the threshold, but saw two tiled houses in the yard, a thatched hut, and a candlelight in the paper-patterned window lattice. A vicissitudes of woman huddled in the corner of the wall, looking very frightened, with an old dog lying on her feet, and she was sticking out her tongue with a skinny tongue.

Qingfeng took the lead in lifting the broken curtain and entering the main house. It was as empty as a snow cave, which was quite clean.

The woman took out a thin quilt from the cabinet and replaced the ready-made ones on the bed. Then he sat on the bed, opened the bag, and showed the powder inside and the wrapped gauze.

The farmer brought the tea. Chunlin took a bite and frowned and looked very disgusted. Shunyu glanced at the breeze without showing any expression. Seeing that he untied his clothes, the cotton yarn wrapped around his belly had already peeled off bright red blood stains. He gritted his teeth and spread the rolls in circles until the last layer. Suddenly, he looked up at Shunyu's eyes. Shunyu looked at the side unconsciously, and heard him in his ears: "Zheng Yun, come here, help me to pull off the cotton yarn, and the sticky flesh will be solid."

"I dare not, you go to someone else." Shunyu stood up and walked out, and there was a slight hint of laughter from behind, and Chunlin said disdainfully: "There is no use for all the scholars."

Shunyu sat alone in the thatched hut, watching the old man driving in the car come in from outside the door in the rain, handed a piece of meat and two fat chickens to the mother-in-law, and told her to cook it. The farmer helped to measure rice and cook it. He then took out a few hot eggs from the chicken coop, pulled some green onions in the bed, and went to the kitchen to help. In a moment, wisps of blue smoke came out of the chimney, and the aroma of meat could be vaguely smelled.

A round table was set up in the thatched hut and the dishes were served.

Although the old woman has ordinary skills, she can still eat.

Chunlin eats vegetarian food and does not move meat, soaked rice with fresh cabbage and mushroom soup. Qingfeng has a little energy and eats wine slowly by himself.

Shunyu roared in her stomach, and simply threw all her worries aside, holding a big chicken leg and gnawing with relish. The old dog quietly lay at her feet, waiting for the chicken bones to be thrown away.

After dinner, the farmer and the mother-in-law packed up the leftovers and went to the kitchen to enjoy it.

It was already clear and the rain was about to stop, but the bright moon turned darkly, the fireflies crossed the wall, and the summer cicadas kept squeaking and whispering.

............There are also men gasping for low breath and women laughing unrestrainedly.

Shunyu looked at the messy figures on the window paper. He was really worried about the silver lining. He was really not afraid of the wounds breaking and blood flowing into a river.

But what does it have to do with her? She wished they could run away with a few things.

Turning his head and holding his cheek, he looked at the bright moon in the sky, and there was still a gap in the moon that had not been completed. Tomorrow, you can go to Tianshui Town to buy Hehuan flowers at the pharmacy.........

Will you happen to meet Mr. Chen? Shunyu was really confused. For some reason, she was so stubborn and insisted on chasing Mr. Chen, causing herself to fall into prison.

She pursed her lips, and a voice in her heart was coldly saying, "How come you don't know?" You know, when Mr. Chen went to Liangjiang to visit the south of the south in his previous life, he was shot in the chest by a cold arrow. The news of his death was frequently spread to the palace. The emperor sent the imperial physician out of the capital to rescue the doctor, and barely saved his life.

Later, whenever he fell in love with Mr. Chen, he would use tricks to force her, press her head, and kiss the hideous old scar on his chest.

......She was actually very afraid that he would die, although she had never admitted it.

A firefly stopped at Shunyu's fingertips, and the fire at her tail flickered and darkened, but it suddenly lit up her heart... In fact, she was afraid that if she died, he would die... What should she do if he died?

"Zheng Yun... Zheng Yun!" The sharp and bright shouts of Chunlin came from the room.

"Hey, I'm calling you." The old man who drove the car looked at Shunyu's soul floating away, and rushed towards her face with a palm fan. Shunyu jumped and blinked his eyes and turned his mind.

"Zheng Yun...Zheng Yun!"

This time she heard it.

He stood up with an indifferent expression and walked out of the thatched hut. He half lifted the curtain in front of the door, and did not go in. He just asked what was wrong.

It turned out that he wanted to wash the basin of hot water. Shunyu swung the curtain and was about to leave. When Qingfeng heard the voice of his voice was lazy and calm, he said, "Come in in person, otherwise you will remove one of your arms."

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Shunyu understood that Qingfeng was a cruel character who did everything he wanted, and of course she would not be unable to get along with her own arm.

So she brought a basin of hot water into the room, but was stunned by the scenery in front of her.

Are the two people who just rolled over on the bed quarreling at this time?

Chunlin stood up from the edge of the bed, raised his hand to tidy up his loose bun, and said something very resentful: "You bastard, I call Erniang the second wife with me. Which prostitute is Erniang? If I meet her, I will sell her to the dirtiest brothel and let her be abused by thousands of men."

Second Niang?! Shun Yu was enlightened. When she first met Qingfeng in the dark cave of Qinglong Mountain, she was flirting with her name... He still remembered it.

Qingfeng leaned against the bed, his upper body was covered with scars, and a thin blanket was placed between his waist and abdomen, revealing half of the white gauze wrapped around the wound, with a gloomy expression. Suddenly, he sneer said, "You scratched my back... Your hands were rough like a man."

Chunlin was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his taste, his face suddenly turned red. He was so angry that he got crazy. He grabbed the scissors on the cabinet and threw them at him mercilessly. He threw the curtain away without looking back.

Qingfeng played with scissors and looked at Shunyu's figure secretly trying to escape.

Shunyu only heard a "dong" sound, looked straight at the sound, and two or three steps away, the scissors pierced into the wall...

She didn't dare to move anymore, so Qingfeng got out of bed, scooped up hot water and splashed the noodles, washed her hands with soap, and handed Shunyu a cotton towel, and ordered her to wipe his back.

Shunyu bit his lips tightly, reluctantly holding a cotton towel, wiped away the sweat on his back and the blood beads that were covered with scratches.

"Zheng Yun, have you passed the exam for fame and fortune?" Qingfeng looked at the moonlight outside the window and asked.
Chapter completed!