He Zhichun was awakened by freezing.

She touched her clothes in a daze, the places that had been wet by the rain had dried up before, and now the wrinkled diaphragm was very uncomfortable. In particular, the shoes and socks on the feet are glued together, and there is some red mud on them.

What is this place?

He Zhichun patted her head, and she was startled by this touch, her body was actually hot, presumably she was already hot.

She thought, biting her lip, now is definitely not the time to fall asleep, she looked around carefully, and found herself alone in a small dark room.

The house is not very big, the straw spread on the top of the head is already a little old, and it looks like it hasn't rained recently, it seems that this place is some distance away from the capital city of Yuezhou.

At one foot of the wall there is a thick pile of chopped firewood, and on the other side there is a pot hanging with an iron hook, and the blowing torch is poured on the ground and the ashes are blowing, and the exposed wall is very peasant, and it is built up with a staggered accumulation of flat stones with needles and needles.

When He Zhichun went to the countryside to escape the summer, he saw such houses, most of which were built in the mountains for passers-by to rest. Or those who go to the mountains to hunt and chop wood, if they encounter rain and snow, they can also take shelter. In this way, it should not be too far from Yuezhou, at least not to a place that she is completely unfamiliar with.

After observing the surrounding environment, He Zhichun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if Daddy knew that something had happened to her, he would definitely come to save her with all his might. But until then, if she can run out on her own, she must not sit still, otherwise who knows what her captors want to do.

Thinking about it, she looked for a sharp stone piece protruding from the wall, slowly moved it, and grinded the rope on her hand with all her might. At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and someone was coming!

He Zhichun looked at it, only to see the door open, and the dazzling sunlight shone in, making her can't help but be dark.

He Zhichun raised his hand, covered his eyes with his sleeve, and saw after a while that it was an old woman wearing a peony skirt with meticulously combed hair who came in, followed by three or five big men.

I saw her come forward with a straight face, pulled off the rags stuffed in He Zhichun's mouth, and said sharply: "Write a letter to your family and let them redeem it with five hundred yuan, otherwise, they will sell you to the flower building." ”

He Zhichun's scalp was numb, and he almost thought that He Zhile knew about her scaring her and found someone to take revenge on her. But He Zhile was obviously sent to Qingfeng Temple, and she was penniless, where did she have the money to hire someone to harm her?

She carefully looked at the person in front of her and smiled mockingly, "What kind of bandit are you pretending to be when you're old?" As for the eight-treasure glazed hairpin on your head, the good Su Jinxiu Wei purple peony skirt on your body, and the person with a white jade jade pendant hanging mutton fat on your waist, you still need to go to great lengths to catch a little lady and ask for a mere five hundred yuan? ”

It's really a mountain bandit or a flower child, and if she hadn't snatched the silver incense ball from Cui Jiu on her waist, she would have snatched it away. Since this thing is still there, what does it mean? It shows that the people who kidnapped her don't look down on this bit of silver at all, and even those subordinates who are five big and three thick are not tempted by it.

Five hundred? Does she look so easy to deceive?

I guess I asked her to write a letter, and then randomly added some of what they wanted at the end.

The old woman's brows furrowed slightly, and she slapped her, He Zhichun only felt that her ears were buzzing, and the hot pain on her face should have swollen rapidly.

"A stinky girl with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, she looks like a fool at a young age, you should be sold in a kiln for a lowly person. He Zhichun, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, either you hand over the recipes of Zhiweiji, or write a letter to your father, we want Junshan. Don't play tricks, I know that the dishes you think of are all you come up with, and Cui Jiu is just a tiger skin you pull. Think about it, what will happen if your father loses Junshan, so it's better to hand over the recipe obediently. ”

He Zhichun pondered for a moment, and his heart stirred up turbulent waves.

She only told her family that Zhiweiji was divided by Cui Jiu because she came out with a recipe, and in the eyes of others, she didn't mention a word, if someone asked, they all said that it was because she saved Cui Jiu in Junshan, so let her drink soup.

Ordinary people saw that she was just a child, and they couldn't have imagined that she would cook so many dishes. But the He family is different, she loves cooking, often tinkers with food, before Zhiqiu left, she also cooked in the kitchen of the small courtyard herself.

How could the person in front of him know so clearly, who told her?

"What recipe? Look at my small body, am I a person who can make so many dishes? I can't even cut the shredded mustard! What's more, who do you say is low? I'm also the daughter of a court official, where is it like you, at first glance, it's a lackey who came out of the house, and the waist pole has never been straight, not to mention, and the whole body exudes a kind of servility! Tsk......"

The woman was angry, and raised her hand to hit He Zhichun.

He Zhichun closed his eyes and said tentatively: "You hit, you hit hard, you beat so hard that even my father can't recognize me, how can you exchange it for things." ”

And the big man behind the woman pulled her sleeve when she heard this, "Don't fight, it's a big deal, I'm afraid that this little girl won't obediently hand over the recipe." Let's go out and wait. ”

The woman was unwilling, but she still withdrew her hand. Indignantly, he walked out of the door with a few big men.

He Zhichun was her mouth, but she was secretly complaining in her heart, she felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter, and she might have to be confused when she passed, so how could she escape?

Is the purpose of these people really to ask for recipes? Listening to the words of the big man, there is obviously a more important purpose.

He Zhichun had some doubts in her heart, if the woman didn't say a word of fox and a word of lowliness, she would really think that she was a person from Fumanlou.

Without him, these words are too familiar to He Zhichun. When she was led to Chang'an by Cui Jiu for the first time, those noble ladies of the family spoke to her inadvertently one by one.

How did she get back? You are all sisters from a family, not only do you all look the same, but even the words you say are the same boring. Beautiful jade is priceless because it is unique, although the gold ingot is also money, but throw one away, and hit another one.

Do you know why Daqing's concubines are low? That's because they are all worried about other people's husbands, such people, not only are they cheap, but even the children born are only worthy of carrying shoes! Now you say, are you who are thinking about my husband to the bottom?

Now that the woman said such things, she suddenly had a bad premonition, she suffered this crime, was it not because Cui Jiu was taken by a certain female king in Chang'an City, and wanted to arrest him back as the princess of the village, but it hurt the innocent her......

So people can't look too good! That's how crazy a woman is when she is bewitched by her skins......

He Zhichun thought about it, and couldn't help but scold Cui Jiu half to death in his heart!

At this time, Cui Jiu's clear voice came from outside the door, "Hurry up and let Ah Qiao go, otherwise don't blame someone for slaughtering you all over the door." ”