In the middle of the night, a carriage stopped outside the inn, Ling Chaofeng walked into the store, he had just picked up the escaped bride from Baisha Town, and the little man in the wedding dress was already asleep, lying honestly in his arms.

Uncle Biao and his wife, Aunt Zhang, greeted him, and Ling Chaofeng didn't say anything and went straight upstairs.

Ershan, who ran the hall in the store, stopped the carriage and entered the door and said, "Auntie, the shopkeeper wants hot water to bathe the bride." ”

Soon after, the large bath bucket was sent into the bedroom, bucket after bucket of hot water poured in, the room was steaming with steam, Aunt Zhang rolled up her sleeves to prepare to help, but saw the shopkeeper sitting silently on the edge of the bed and took off the bride's clothes, she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "What is the matter with me." ”

The door was closed, Ling Chaofeng didn't think so, and carefully took off all the clothes on Xiaowan's body.

Xiaowan's eyes are closed, her thin body is white and tender, and the two snow-dumplings are red-bean-pink, but she has a bit of an appearance, her thin waist is not full of hand, although she is a seventeen-year-old girl, she is too thin in the end.

However, what made Ling Chaofeng frown was not that the bride was too thin, but that the scars on her body were not caused by the fight with someone just now, but the old scars that looked like she had been whipped with rattan or whips, and then on her wrists and ankles, which were obviously bruises left after being tied up for a long time, which was very incommensurate with her original snow-white skin.

He sank his heart, picked up the little one, and put her in the bath.

The sleeping man seemed to be unconscious, and it was not until halfway through that he muttered a few words: "Mother, don't leave me ......"

Ling Chaofeng silently washed her whole body and stroked her scars, since he was his bride, this was what he should do.

The bride who was washed became clear and lovely, Ling Chaofeng put her on the bed and wanted to put on her bedclothes, but the person in the dream held his arm with both hands and refused to let go, and his body subconsciously curled up together.

Ling Chaofeng pulled out his hand, folded the quilt for her, and quietly left the bedroom.

When he closed the door, he saw a lock hanging on the door, and he thought about it, took off the lock, and went to his own house.

The inn was quiet, Mu Xiaowan seemed to have slept the most solid sleep in seventeen years, and when she woke up, she was dazed, only waiting for her stomach to growl, and the strong hunger made her feel that she was really alive.

Sore, she struggled to get up, saw that there were white-flour steamed buns on the table, she was so hungry that her chest was against her back, she ran to the table and grabbed the steamed buns and stuffed them into her mouth, but she suddenly realized that this room was the place she saw after waking up yesterday, was she arrested again?

By the way, the person who hugged himself said that his name was Ling Chaofeng...... Suddenly, I remembered everything that happened last night.

"Did he save me? What happened to the old woman? ”

Xiaowan looked down at herself, no longer wearing a wedding dress, but a white and clean bedclothes, the material was soft, and the black hair was refreshing and soft behind her back, touching it, it was cool and slippery, and it was washed so clean and fragrant.

"Who bathed me?"

Suddenly, the door was opened with a creak, Xiao Wan bluffed, and the half-eaten steamed buns fell to the ground and rolled out, she hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, only to see the tall man, like a mountain.

She raised her head timidly, and the man's face came into view, with thick eyebrows like a cold sword, deep eyes, a straight nose, and a temperament like a god.

The legendary Ling Chaofeng is eight feet tall, savage and ferocious, and kills people without blinking, but the person he saw in front of him, a man as mighty as a mountain, looked so good-looking, Mu Xiaowan grew so big, he had never seen such a handsome man.

She sat down on the ground with weak legs, the man frowned, bent down and stretched out his hand, carried her to the stool by the table, put down the food plate, and said coldly, "Eat." ”

There was a bowl of noodles on the plate, and there were two poached eggs lying on the noodles, which turned out to be two, only my father and younger brother were qualified to eat eggs at home, and even my sister didn't have to eat them.

She could see oil flowers floating on the soup noodles, and meat pieces were faintly exposed under the noodles, remembering what the people in the village said, she looked at the man in front of her in horror again, and asked timidly: "Is this ...... Broth."

Ling Chaofeng sat down, looked at her coldly, and asked without answering, "Do you know who I am?" ”