When I woke up, I felt like I had been working all day, and I was tired and fell asleep. The pain all over my body was unbearable, but after getting used to it for a while, I felt that my whole body was lazy and comfortable. I didn't even want to open my eyes, and I closed my eyes and recalled what happened before I passed out, only to remember that I was actually fainted.

Naturally, it was the old man named Shang Jiuling. He probably blamed us for stealing and eating the old hen in his house. Or is there a deeper reason?

No, this is not Shang Jiuling's thatched hut on Ashang, and I can feel that I am still covered with a quilt. I quickly opened my eyes and found myself lying in a small room. Naturally, it is not a thatched house, and the thick earthen kang gives people a down-to-earth feeling. But the quilt I was wearing seemed to have an unpleasant taste.

He stuck his head out and pulled his neck to get some fresh air, but he smelled the burnt smell after the fire. This is still a matter between Wuchen and Mingyue, it looks like I'm back in Peach Blossom Town. And the place where I'm lying now isn't too far from the inn.

If you move your muscles and bones and don't get hurt, then lift the quilt and get up. I'm still a little dizzy, but there's nothing wrong with it.

Out of the house, is the main hall, I see that this family is quite rich, although not the landlord's old wealth, at least the main hall is a main hall, the furnishings inside are still very exquisite, facing the north is hung with a portrait of the old man on the back wall. Ordinary people don't have enough to hang this thing, so the master's house will hang the portrait of Kong Lao Er, and the person who cultivates the Buddha will hang the portrait of Lao Tzu and Shakyamuni. And I've never seen a portrait of this man before. Of course, I don't know many ancients, and this old man shouldn't be the narcissistic ancestor of their family.

"It was a portrait of the ancestors of the family, and it was hung there to make the gentleman laugh. ”

A nice voice sounded from behind me, and when I looked back, it was a simple little girl like a morning glory. It's not quite accurate to say that she is a little girl, but she just looks like a young face. She didn't speak in a little girl's tone. And in their time, girls could be mothers at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

"Where and where, don't forget what you should be. I'll give you a quick reply. "Girl, what is this place, and how am I here?"

"Of course, this is my family, but my husband is really heavy, yesterday my father carried you back from Asan and almost exhausted him. ”

When she said this, I was also a little angry, what does the old man of Shang Jiuling mean by fascinating me, fortunately, they still know how to memorize me. But at this time, when I have anger, I won't think about their kindness or kindness. I'm not an animal, just faint with drugs? What if my head has three long and two short? Or I passed out on the mountain. I froze to death on such a cold day, and I was eaten by the old wolf, who will I talk to?

"That old boy stunned me last night, but he's your father?" I immediately turned cold.

"How do you talk!" The little girl saw that I was so alive and came up, and put the dinner plate in her hand on the table, and sprinkled most of the bowl full of porridge, "That's my grandfather! Eat your food, I thought you were a humble gentleman, but I didn't expect to speak so harshly." ”

I'm not going to be a humble gentleman either. Since it is a troubled time, you have to be a little unscrupulous. I took a few steps and grabbed the little girl's arm to stop her and prevent her from leaving. There's still a lot of things I haven't figured out, and I'm doing well at the bottom of the mountain. What about the three of them? Are they still on the mountain?

"You're right, I'm a wicked person, not a gentleman. I ignored her horrified look, "Tell me what your name is?"

“...... Shang Ning'er. There was a stalemate for a while. When she saw that I didn't mean to let go, she reluctantly said her name. A pair of eyes were suffocated red, and he looked very aggrieved.

Sure enough, it was surnamed Shang. Isn't she a chaste martyr, and she answered my question very easily. Then I'm going to keep asking.

"That person named Shang Jiuling is either your father or your grandfather. Sure enough, it's a family, let's say, why do you want to harm us? And where did you get my three friends?"

"What about being a family? don't think that you can bully people because of your special status!" Shang Ning'er yelled at me with tears in her eyes: "You stole my grandfather's chickens, made his shack undeformed, and my father carried you down from Asan in the middle of the night, but you were so rude." I should have left you in the mountains and froze you to death. ”

"Eating your chicken will make people faint, what kind of good thing do you think you have? I will give you silver when I eat chicken, what do you want?" I was excited, and I didn't care that the little girl in front of me was much younger than me, "You haven't answered my question yet." ”

"Your friends are concerned about my, how is love. "Saying that, Shang Ning'er was about to break free from my hands.

Where can I let her run away easily, with a hard hand, her body pinched involuntarily twisted, and she was almost lifted up by me. I knew that her body was weak and weak, so she didn't use her True Qi at all, it was completely the power of my own muscles. This was enough for her, I didn't expect her to be so stubborn, staring at me coldly, and trying her best to pretend to be calm on her face.

She lowered her head and bit me on the arm.

It was a bit embarrassing to say it, I couldn't help but shout, and quickly let go of my hand. Shang Ning'er took the opportunity to jump to the side, rubbing her arms while still looking at me coldly. I didn't care about any image or image, I rolled up my sleeves and saw that two rows of blood-red tooth marks were lined up in an oval on my arm. She could bite my arm through the clothes, and the blood was already running down my arm.

I was also excited to see my own blood, and the manic side of my body was about to move. By the time I opened my eyes and looked at Shang Ning'er again, she had already turned red. That should be the color of my eyes.

"Ning'er, are you in trouble again?" A middle-aged man's voice came from outside, breaking the deadlock between the two of us. If this middle-aged man doesn't come in again, I will really attack Shang Ning'er. I haven't killed a woman since I arrived in the Ming Dynasty, and I'm afraid I'm going to make an exception for her today.

"I didn't, he wanted to hurt me. ”

I saw a middle-aged man who was a circle older than me walking in, the same person who was shouting Shang Ning'er outside just now. It must have been her father, who carried me back last night. In this way, I will feel a little more at ease, if he carries me back, I guess I can still hold on.

"This is ......" People carry me all the way back, and I always have to be polite to them.

"In Xia Shang Zhao, it was the father who stunned the son last night, and let the son be wronged," I didn't expect this man who called himself Shang Zhao to be so polite, but it made me a little twisted, "This is the little girl Ning'er, who collided with the son at the right time, and please forgive the son." ”

"Nothing...... I quickly put down my sleeves and said, "Brother Shang is serious, so that Ai is not rushing down, but is abrupt below." ”

"What are you pretending to do!" Shang Ning'er said to me.

I didn't answer her, but her father answered for me. He shook Shang Ning'er without saying a word. Is this her own daughter, how can she be so ruthless, she can do it. Is it because of patriarchy?

"Brother Shang......"

"Apologize to Master Mu!" Shang Zhao's tone was trembling.

I know he regretted beating his daughter, seeing that one of his right hands was shaking like he had Parkinson's disease. But in front of me, he seemed to be trying to give me enough face.

Shang Ning'er naturally wouldn't apologize to me, so she glanced at her father Shang Zhao with hatred, and then at me again. I looked at her with a look in her eyes that made me happy when she wanted to eat it.

"Oh, Master Mu, don't be surprised, her mother died early, and she has been spoiled by me since she was a child. Shang Zhao said it quite bleakly.

"Why Brother Shang is so reckless, it's not Ling Ai's fault in the first place. "Doesn't that embarrass me? I really don't know what to say as I stand there.

"Mu Gongzi don't excuse her. Shang Zhao also saw the general porridge sprinkled on the table, and hurriedly said, "Childe, wait a minute, I'll go and prepare breakfast for Childe." ”

"No, I'll just eat these. "I was a little uncomfortable to suddenly have a stranger do this to me. His father, Shang Jiuling, stunned me, and asked his son to carry me down the mountain so that I could have a warm kang to sleep on. He himself was a little too polite to me, as if he were a subordinate of my family. I've lived in an ordinary family since I was a child, and I've never imagined that there would be such treatment. At the beginning, that Shang Ning'er was also polite to me, as if he were a distinguished guest. Why on earth is that, and why do I treat them like this as a family?

"Snubbed Mu Gongzi...... Ay. (To be continued...) )