At this time, it was completely dark, Song Zi lifted the curtain on the side and looked out of the carriage, it was still raining outside the window, and the air around him became moist.

I just don't know when the sky will clear and when the rain will stop.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped, and Song Shuang looked out of the curtain opened by Song Zi, turned back to the two with a smile and said, "It's here, let's go." With that, he stepped forward, opened the curtain, and opened the umbrella for the mother and daughter.

With Song Zi's support, Zhang slowly stepped out of the carriage and looked around, the rain at this time had become a lot lighter, and under the guidance of Song Shuang, the mother and daughter came to a house in front of them.

It is said to be a courtyard, but it is actually a small thatched hut with a dim candlelight in it, which trembles gently in the breeze.

The three of them pushed open the door and walked in, a musty smell slammed into everyone's noses, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, Song Zi couldn't help pinching his nose, and Zhang couldn't help frowning.

What's even more exaggerated is Song Shuang, who actually retched to himself, after all, this Song Shuang is pregnant, everyone naturally has to be careful, and stepped forward to ask Song Shuang how he felt, Song Shuang shook his head lightly, signaling that he was fine.

As he spoke, he pointed to the room, and the mother and daughter saw that there was still someone in the room.

It was strange to say that the man was dressed in a robe with slitted legs, a short fur shawl around his shoulders, a hat made of dark brown animal skin, a pair of leather boots on his feet, wide trousers tied with a rope at his ankles, and a delicate jade-encrusted dagger pinned to his waist.

Looking at the face again, two wide and long thick eyebrows, a pair of apricot eyes, the nose is quite wide, the bridge of the nose is gently collapsed, the mouth is purple, and there is a thick layer of white skin.

Where does this look like a woman? If it weren't for the long male braid behind her and the ring on her right hand, I am afraid that she would not be able to see it.

"Lord Yale Meng, this is what I told you, the second lady of the Tingwei Mansion and her mother." Song Shuang stepped forward with a smile on his face, and the mother and daughter of the Zhang family behind him couldn't help but retreat.

Could it be that this Song Shuang is going to sell their mother and daughter to the ravine? Just thinking about it, I saw the woman look at the two of them, and then looked Song Zi up and down and nodded.

Song Shuang's eyes were full of smiles, and she was lying in the ear of this Yale Dream and saying something, and the woman's eyes rolled, and she waved her hand at the mother and daughter, motioning for them to come and sit down.

The mother and daughter glanced at each other, and while they were hesitating, Song Shuang hurriedly walked up to them, and while Yale Dream was still drinking, he opened his mouth and whispered to the two of them: "Don't you want to go back to Tingwei's Mansion again?" Don't want to seek revenge on Song Yun? ”

Of course I want to, but now the mother and daughter have nothing, there used to be at least one identity, at least the purse was bulging, and now there is nothing left except this skin.

Seeing that the two of them hesitated, Song Shuang of course knew what they were worried about, and hurriedly continued: "She is a Huns, if you cooperate with her, you will ...... in the future."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang directly interrupted Song Shuang's words.

Although the world is now divided into three points, but for them, there is a common enemy, that is, the Huns, the Huns legend Ru Mao drank blood and killed people like hemp, if there is anything to do with them, I am afraid that they will die without a place to be buried.

"Even if our mother starves to death, we won't cooperate with this Huns." Zhang said, pulling Song Zi to turn around and leave, but he felt as if someone behind him had grabbed his shoulder.

When he was trying to break free, he realized that it was not someone who was pulling him, but Yale Meng, who had just sat there drinking.

"You don't have to be in a hurry to refuse me, and you don't have to be in a hurry to make a decision, if you figure it out, let Song Shuang come to me." With that, the Yale Dream spread his hand, picked up an umbrella from the corner of the small thatched hut, and turned to walk outside.

Only the three people in this room were left stunned.

"Auntie, this is your only chance at the moment, as long as you cooperate with the Huns and send the second sister to the palace, they will have a way to let Qin Shihao marry the second sister, and you still have the final say on how to take revenge when the time comes?" Song Shuang looked at the opened door and the distant back, and couldn't help but be a little anxious, and said to the two people in front of him.

"Don't talk about it, this is the bottom line." Zhang said, pulling Song Zi and leaving: "Zi'er, let's go." As soon as the words fell, Song Shuang pulled it down.

"Okay, good, but you mother and daughter always have to find a place to live and survive first, this is the yard I laid down for you, although it is a little smaller, I am now married to that uncompetitive thing, and I don't have enough money, so you can live here first."

Song Shuang said, then took out some broken silver from his pocket and handed it to Song Zi, seeing that Song Zi did not answer, he forcibly stuffed it into her hand, she knew Song Zi's temper, and the last thing she wanted was to lose her dignity and face.

But now that it is such a field, Song Zi didn't shirk it much, just put the silver on the table casually, and didn't look at it again, as if the silver couldn't get into her eyes.

Seeing that the two of them didn't say anything, Song Shuang didn't say anything, seeing that the rain was about to stop, Song Shuang didn't stay longer, and asked people to move dry food and some mattresses and clothes from the carriage and turned to leave.

Looking at Song Shuang's back, Song Zi couldn't help but clench the fist in his hand, and now that he had reached the point where he wanted to make Song Shuang pitiful, Song Zi's face gradually became hideous.

Zhang's didn't say anything, she was originally born in a subordinate person, but she was used to this kind of thing, Song Zi is different, she has been pampered since she was a child, and Zhang's never let her be wronged, let alone let her suffer, the first time she lived in such a house, Song Zi didn't sleep all night.

The mother and daughter were lying in the same bed, neither of them slept, but neither of them spoke, but they each turned around and turned their backs to each other, which can be regarded as the same bed and different dreams.

The next day, Zhang got up early, took a coarse cloth, and wiped the house inside and out.

Not to mention the sour smell when I came yesterday, now there is a faint smell of grass wafting in this room, as if it has sunken today, the breeze blows, and the fragrance of the earth is also coming, refreshing.