After the last fishy rotten leaf entered the little scholar's mouth, the proprietress did not forget to get up, wiped the soup from the corner of Qingwen's mouth with a spoon, and poured it into his mouth again and again.

Seeing Qingwen swallow the last bite of soup with difficulty, the proprietress let out a long breath.

Before it was over, a drooping child brought a cup of tea and fed it carefully to Qingwen's mouth again. At this time, Qingwen has been abused to the point of exhaustion, and she has been eaten to the point of being in a trance.

She didn't care about the heat from the teacup slowly wafting out of her nose, so she just obeyed one by one. I thought to myself, but don't reveal my daughter's identity, I'm really ashamed.

"Call it a day!" The proprietress motioned for everyone to leave, she caressed Qingwen's face lovingly, and said, "When will the hustle and bustle be closed, Zongzong's crimes are difficult to prevent." Today, let you know what the crime and punishment of gluttony is, and in the future, let you still have the teachings and the sins to suffer!"

With that, she turned and stwisted away......

After being teased all this time, Qingwen just wanted to vomit.

Mourning is greater than dying. The little scholar thought to himself: Did I fall into the hands of thieves at a young age, and I couldn't be saved?!

Just as she was worried, suddenly, the screen in front of her turned up and down, and Qingwen looked at it, and the other side turned out to be a mirror.

The haze on the mirror slowly dissipated, and a few lines of words gradually emerged, which read: "Seven deadly sins, gluttony first, primordial seed, seven years." ”

This line of words appeared in the blink of an eye, and then it dissipated like a ball of gas, and Qingwen tried her best to reach it with her hand, and the mirror actually shattered to the ground.

......

At this time, in the wooden house, tongues of fire are wrestling around the fire like the tentacles of an octopus.

Outside, the wind was blowing up, and the sand and gravel on the ground must have been blown over by the wind, and then fell on the wooden planks outside the wooden house, making a "crackling" sound.

Between the rocks and sand, outside the wooden house that was being attacked, a certain wooden board emitted a long and old "squeak" scream, which made people feel that the wooden house could collapse at any time.

Feng Xionghuaji was looking at the flames in a daze.

The veteran brought out the prepared meal, and Qingwen had been sitting opposite Feng Xionghuaji, and she came back to her senses, looking at the green onions on the table dipped in sauce, and remembered the danger she had just entered like a dream. There, there was a table of unheard of delicacy, but the good times did not last long, and the delicacy became a worm snake and scorpion that was hard poured into the stomach...... Right now, the green onions dipped in the sauce are real, but she can't eat a bite.

I thought I was just having a terrible dream, but why is there still soup on the corner of my mouth, and why hasn't the drunkenness completely dissipated?

Feng Xionghuaji saw that Qingwen's face was pale and feverish, and she was all suffering from the cold, so she ordered Baoyu to help her into the house.

When Qingwen was about to leave her seat, Feng Xionghuaji comforted her and said: "You may have suffered from the wind and cold, anyway, we can't leave today, and besides, I heard that the sky is about to change, and there will probably be a snowstorm, let's rest here......"

Tossing and turning on the shoddy wooden bed, as soon as Qingwen closed her eyes, the voice of the proprietress echoed in her ears. When she opened her eyes, it turned out to be an old cat pressing against her chest.

"Wow-"

With a sound, Qingwen's face was full of tears, and her heart said, my mother!

......

At night, the cold wind whipped at the cabin. The shrill wind whistled through the chimneys of the huts, like lonely ghosts searching for their past home in the woods.

Wei Xiaobao woke up in the middle of the night, listened to the wind, and found it difficult to fall asleep......

The thick curtain of the door was pounding on the door of the wooden house, as if someone was outside screaming frantically.

Driven by curiosity, Wei Xiaobao put on his clothes and jumped out of bed, walked out of the small room, and went straight to the dining hall.

He crept to the gate and tried to open it, but unfortunately the door was frozen with ice.

Wei Xiaobao exerted all his strength, but the wooden door did not move. A deep voice came from behind him: "The snow is too thick outside, this door is open outward." ”

Wei Xiaobao was startled, and turned around suddenly, it turned out to be a veteran who cooked during the day.

"Great-uncle-haven't slept so late?"

Wei Xiaobao had an embarrassed expression.

The veteran replied, "Boy, don't come out and run around so late. ”

Wei Xiaobao was about to ask why, but saw that the veteran's face was pale, and he was not as friendly as during the day.

"Uh-uh-uh, I just want to pee-"

"Pee, there's a night pot in the room!"

The veteran turned and moved up to the attic. Leaving Wei Xiaobao to stand in place stupidly for a long time.

It's really a feng shui in turns! I think when I was listening to the Oriole Pavilion, he Wei Xiaobao also called for something to ask for something.

But in this barren land, the Great Wall in the north, except for Feng Xiong Huaji and Long Yi who gave Wei Xiaobao some face, it seems that no one takes him seriously. The phoenix had to fall into the chicken nest and let others "slaughter" it.

Wei Xiaobao stared dryly in place, and when he was about to slip back to the room, he saw the guy poking his head out of the attic, and quickly retracted like a ghost.

Wei Xiaobao passed by Lao Feng's room, Lao Feng didn't even close the door, and a strong smell of wine wafted out from the room......

Curiosity killed the cat, Wei Xiaobao walked out of Lao Feng's house with steps. He held his breath, scaled his steps, and pricked up his ears, trying to catch the conversation in the innermost room in the attic.

However, he heard nothing but the buzz.

In addition to the sound of wind and snow outside the house, only Feng Xiong Huaji's snoring came and went.

The chopsticks on the table also seemed to be asleep, and the unburned charcoal heads in the stove emitted the last trace of heat under the layers of wood ash.

He climbed up the stairs that the veteran had just walked up to the attic. Through the gap between the wooden planks on the wooden door, Wei Xiaobao saw two figures shaking in the attic, but these two figures did not quite look like the old soldier and the shopkeeper.

Suddenly, in the depths of the attic, a conversation between two strangers and a veteran came out.

Wei Xiaobao stopped, carefully distinguished, and thought to himself: No, there are not only two people in this attic, but at least four people.

The buzzing voice is as thin as a mosquito and fly, but who is my Wei Xiaobao, I have learned to listen to the wind and hide from my father since I was a child, and I have more or less practiced a good ear, Wei Xiaobao secretly boasted.

"General Feng is downstairs, I see you are still hiding here, wait for this snowstorm to stop before leaving!"

It was the veteran, and he kept his hoarse voice to the brim.

"No, we have to leave tonight, and we can't delay for a moment. Someone must inform Old Man Ji of this news as soon as possible...... This is about the lives of thousands of people in the Great Zhou......"

A young voice said eagerly.

"Let's listen to his old man, the snow is too big to find the way. The other voice was slightly immature, as if to persuade his companion.