The sharp pain in the forehead that extends to the entire skull, and the sound of a rampant and chaotic human voice ringing in the ears, this feeling is so familiar.

But it's a little unfamiliar.

Different from the previous experience, although the severe pain was hot, with the warm liquid flowing through the cheeks, it was much better than the endless abyssal cancer pain torture before.

Yao Huan's eyelashes were covered with blood. As salty blood trickled to the corners of her mouth, she felt a few fingers that seemed to be pulling her hair.

The gesture was not slow, but it was light, and the fingertips carefully probed the door of her head. Then, after a moment's pause, a soft silk silk object was pressed against the skin of her forehead, wrapped around twice, and pressed tightly.

She also smelled the scent of a vague plant.

"The bride is still angry, right?"

"Pinch people, pinch people!"

"Look at this, it's very handsome."

"Half of the face is blood, and Brother Tai can still distinguish beauty and ugliness, and he is really a holy hand for flower appreciation, ha, hahahaha......"

"God, the little aunt and grandmother of the Yao family, in this happy day, you don't want a rich future, you want to vote for Yama at a young age!"

When all kinds of words came from all kinds of people, it was completely different from these chaotic and unkind noisy wails, and a man's voice rang out gently and firmly.

"Don't sleep, answer!"

Just like Yao Huan, who had passed through a long night, was suddenly activated by this voice, his consciousness went from chaos to clarity.

She blinked her eyelids, trying to open her eyes, and at the same time opened her lips, like a dying fish starved of water, but in the end, she was sending a message of "I am still alive" to the outside world.

"The lady may see? Want to vomit? The man continued.

Yao Huan reluctantly raised his hand and waved it weakly, and then finally opened his eyes reluctantly.

She could see the man's face clearly—his face was much younger than his voice, and he was only in his twenties, frowning, but the gaze in his eyes was full of encouragement, which made his complexion a little more warm than the calm.

But...... But he is dressed like an ancient!

It's not just him, but the people around here are all dressed up by the ancients!

Yao Huan didn't have time to think deeply, and suddenly heard a few bursts of female voices shouting, and then, the crowd was torn open, and a middle-aged woman with neat hair and delicate facial features and sleeves tied up under her armpits rushed in.

"Huan Niang, Huan Niang!"

The woman cried with a trembling voice, but did not lose control hysterically, but quickly reached out and replaced the man who was holding Yao Huan's shoulder, a pair of good-looking apricot eyes staring at Yao Huan's bloody half of his face.

The man's eyes quickly swept over, and he thought that the middle-aged woman's anxious and worried eyes were only possessed by his closest relatives.

Sure enough, the woman spoke again, "Aunt is here, don't be afraid! ”

As if holding a piece of tofu, she hugged Yao Huan's body to her chest: "Good boy, stupid child, why are you so troubled!" ”

The man's eyebrows moved, retreated a little farther, and said concisely and comfortingly: "Sister-in-law, in the next Langzhong, I was in a hurry, and I checked the little lady's injuries, and there should be no broken skulls, just beware of internal injuries." ”

Yao Huan was stunned, staring at the woman who claimed to be her aunt in front of her.

"There's really a ...... to cross this thing"

Yao Huan's thoughts flashed back, and at the same time in disbelief, he quickly brought a hint of self-deprecation.

My sick body, I have eaten enough physical and mental suffering, donated all the organs that should be donated, and sent the shell to the medical school for dissection, and I have come back to life in a different time and space?

When the aunt saw Yao Huan's sad appearance, it seemed to be the look that her sister often wore when she was sick before her death, and for a while, the righteousness of sisters and the love of licking calves were deeply blended, and her blood was surging.

The aunt's pretty face turned from white to red when she saw it, and she gritted her teeth fiercely, and was about to point at the other party and scold, when she suddenly heard a stack of majestic scolds outside the crowd.

"Zhang Shuai is driving, why are you congesting the streets!"

Everyone looked up one after another, and when they saw that it was the man in the sergeant's uniform who was riding on the tall horse, they hurriedly buried their heads again, and hulala avoided them on both sides.

However, as soon as the sergeant finished speaking, an old man with a white beard and hair behind him stepped forward and waved his hand to stop the stern subordinate.

The old man was dressed in a purple robe, his body was not burly, but his eyes swept like a falcon patrolling the territory. In the crowd, I knew a few escort sergeants wearing Naixi army uniforms, and heard them call the old man "Zhang Shuai", and they started to talk about it.

"This is the old general Zhang Jie, Qin Fenglu's envoy?"

"There must be no doubt about the chapters. The Qin Fengjun under his command is a first-class brave general in the border army of the Great Song Dynasty, and he has beaten the Western Xia barbarians to the point of crying dad and shouting mothers over the years! ”

"I heard that the last time Zhang Xianggong set up an ambush, he almost forced the Empress Dowager Liang of Western Xia, who was personally conscripted, to jump off the cliff."

"Wow! I suffered a loss on the head of the Empress Dowager Xiao of Khitan, but I got it back on the head of the Empress Dowager Liang of Western Xia. There are northern barbarians on the left and right, and it's the same to beat anyone. ”

"What Brother Tai said is very true, my big Song Jian'er is strong!"

The old handsome Zhang Jie, who turned a deaf ear to the idle discussions in the market, controlled the reins, and led the horse to Yao Huan and his aunt.

Next to the matchmaker, Yang Weng, the housekeeper of the Yao Mansion who was in his fifties, suddenly encountered this big change, and was stunned for a long time, but at this moment he has gradually come back to his senses.

Steward Yang thought that the little master had to accept his fate, but now he suddenly caught a glimmer of life in his heart for this situation.

Sure enough, General Zhang, who had a sharp eye, raised his horsewhip and pointed at him: "The old man is the bride's mother's family?" ”

"I'm bah, what kind of mother's family, I'm this child's mother's family!" Before Steward Yang could reply, my aunt had already taken a sip, and then said loudly, "Shangguan, General, please forgive the grass people for not being able to get up and reply." The grass people were the child's aunt. My sister was weak, and she hugged the medicine jar for a few years, leaving her daughter to go west. The brother-in-law continued the strings, but he accepted a wicked woman. My brother-in-law was gone, and the wicked woman wanted to occupy the family wealth with her own cub, and was busy trying to get my niece out. ”

"Get out? I am a Song woman, I can marry at the age of thirteen, your niece, I look at the eighteen or nineteen years old, this handsome look at this welcoming team is also shuddering, I think the man is not a humble family. If your stepmother treats your niece badly, wouldn't it be a good way for her to marry at the right age and have someone to rely on. You are an old man and a young man, why do you want to cry and seek death on the street like this? ”

Although Zhang Jie's face was gentle, the battlefield power that had been accumulated for a long time was like an invisible palm, which made people chok.

Immediately, he waved his whip: "You woman is silent, this handsome man must listen to the housekeeper." ”

Steward Yang hurriedly stepped forward to salute, his eyes were timid, but his speech was clear: "Handsome and ......."

(Author's note: The old general Zhang Jie, the prototype is the famous general of the Western Route Army in the middle and late Northern Song Dynasty - Zhang Jie (the word "stay" under "times", jie, the second tone). Because the name is difficult to remember, it is changed to "Zhang Jie" in the novel)