Wen Sheng was determined to avoid Feng Songchuan's ears, eyes, and feet.

Since we are going to part ways, the sooner the better.

It's just that she just satirized Feng Songchuan in public, and at this time, I don't know how many pairs of eyes in the county government are staring at her.

Wen Sheng remained silent and lay down peacefully.

Everyone rested in Minghe for two days, and set off early in the morning of the 29th day of the lunar month and continued to Daxing.

In the past two days, Feng Songchuan has a new beauty, accompanied by Meng Zhen day and night, staying at home, as if he has forgotten the grievances with Wen Sheng.

When he left, Feng Songchuan asked the people of Minghe County to help him prepare a few carriages, and he took Meng Zhen to the first one, and Fei Wenyou and the others also followed to change to carriages.

Arranged to Wen Sheng, trouble came, Feng Songchuan looked at her with white eyes, snorted coldly, and said in front of everyone: "Doesn't Gu Dacai want to enter the Xuanyin Pavilion to learn music and rhythm?" Speaking of which, Mr. Shouyang should be regarded as a senior of your ancestor, you and him support the spirit, one does not wear filial piety, and the other does not walk, what kind of system does this become? Don't say that Master Ben didn't remind you, if you continue to be so disrespectful and don't know how to be polite, don't say that Xuanyin Pavilion won't accept you when you get to the capital, and no musician will look at you properly. ”

After saying this, he reprimanded at the officers of the soldiers' guards: "Watch her carry the coffin and walk, don't be left behind." ”

Originally, there were people in the team who carried the coffin on foot, all of whom were low-level soldiers, who were physically strong and had received a lot of training, and they did not feel particularly hard to walk in a day.

Wen Sheng can't do it, she was still a sick and weak little girl who fell to the wind a few months ago, and there were many things during this time, although she had paid great attention to conditioning, there was still a big gap compared to her previous life, and she had to follow the long journey of being a soldier, not to mention the crime, it didn't take too long, as long as she tossed it for four or five days, her body had to be exhausted.

However, contrary to the expectations of Feng Songchuan, Fei Wenyou and others, Wen Sheng did not refute a word, let alone give in and beg for mercy, she did so silently.

Isn't it just walking, there is Mr. Shouyang's coffin in the car, and I am afraid of bumps, so I can't walk too fast. Wen Sheng thought to herself that she could still keep up with it if she gritted her teeth and persevered, she was not afraid of hardship, and her physical hardships were far less than mental oppression, which made her unbearable.

The first few miles were fine, Wen Sheng just felt that her legs were sore, her breathing was not smooth, and her steps were getting heavier and heavier, she tried her best to adjust her steps, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the soldiers next to her, her thoughts flew out, and she secretly thought about the sound of this "horn" under her feet, to a bit like a horn sound, the horn sound is wood, the most sad, the "click" of it, like a feather sound, a feather sound of water, peaceful and pure, she is now full of "horn click" and "horn click" sound, as if many people are deliberately playing, very interesting.

Wen Sheng was so bitter, her fingers moved slightly, and she sighed abruptly, although she had a good pair of ears, it was a pity that she could only listen, she missed the opportunity to learn in her previous life, and now she can only talk about it on paper if she wants to learn.

Persisted until the afternoon, Wen Sheng's feet were already a little staggering, sweat had already wet her sideburns, the heavy underwear was sticking to her body, it was hot between breaths and breaths, and the most difficult thing was that every step was painful under the soles of her feet.

Blood blisters must have been blistered on the soles of the feet.

It's been a long day.

It was so dark that he couldn't see the road, he needed to light the torches, and everyone was hungry, so Feng Songchuan ordered to rest on the spot and bury the pot to cook.

This place is not in front of the village, there is no shop in the back, and you can only set up tents at night.

The night was quiet, Wen Sheng avoided everyone and washed her feet, used an embroidery needle to break the bubbles one by one, squeezed out the blood inside, and put on two layers of thick cotton socks.

On the second day, he got up early as usual, and although Wen Sheng's feet were a little staggering, he always followed the coffin and did not fall behind, let alone snort bitterly.

Feng Songchuan was half-lying in the car, warm fragrant nephrite was full of arms, and he was still looking at the show proudly at first, seeing Wen Sheng like this, he didn't know where to get a sense of restlessness, and his eyes gradually became gloomy.

Meng Hao snuggled up to him, as if she was weak and boneless, twisted a piece of dim sum with her slender jade fingers, and sent it to Feng Songchuan's mouth, seeing him like this, she couldn't help but stop talking: "My lord, Zhen'er has a saying, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

Feng Songchuan snorted: "You said yes." ”

"How do you feel that the slave maid told the man to walk with the team, but it has fulfilled her good reputation."

Feng Songchuan also felt uncomfortable when he came back to his senses.

It seems that every time he deliberately makes things difficult for Gu Wensheng, the person who finally loses face is himself, the stinky girl doesn't know how to be afraid, but thinks of herself as a clown jumping off the beam, she has been holding on so hard and not bowing her head, and those who are soldiers in the team will only look down on herself even more because of this.

This damn little slut, sooner or later, when you kneel down and lick Lord Ben's boots, you can knead as much as you want, I want to let the world see, this is the end of my Feng Songchuan!

Meng Hao was startled by the sudden burst of terrifying light in his eyes, and didn't dare to squeak again.

Feng Songchuan stretched out his hand to lower the car curtain, retracted his gaze, and sneered: "If she can bear it, she will endure it all the time, I think if she walks like this for a month, can she still hold on and not beg for mercy!" As he spoke, his big bronze hand fell on Meng Hao's crisp/chest, and Meng Hao's face turned white in pain, but he didn't dare to move because of Feng Songchuan's face.

At the beginning, Feng Songchuan often paid attention to whether Wen Sheng was walking, whether he could keep up with the team, and waited for her to beg for mercy with him.

At noon on the third day, everyone arrived at the Hejia Ferry.

Hejia Ferry is located at the junction of three counties, the Golden Hook River narrows here, the water flow is turbulent, the river is built with a pontoon bridge, and there are boats at the ferry to carry people and animals across the river.

There are more than 500 miles away from Daxing Mansion after crossing the river, the road is smooth, all of them are a horse and a flat river, this ferry usually people come and go, and many people gather here to ask for life.

Because it is the first day of the Lunar New Year, the people of Hejia Village are setting up a stage by the river to sing and worship the gods, and it is very lively.

Hejia ferry is three regardless of the area, since ancient times, the people are fierce, the surname He is the surname of the nearby village, the whole village of all ages and young set out together, looking at the black pressure is no less than the temple fair in the city.

The procession stopped, and the officers of the Guards crossed the river.

The coffin was too heavy to walk on the pontoon, so I had to call a big boat to come over.

When the boat docked and carried the coffin on it, the soldier in front stepped on the mud and almost slipped down, so it was chaotic, and when the work was over, someone suddenly found that Wen Sheng, who had been staying in the team, was missing.

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