Mu Xiang stepped forward and knocked on the door, three light and one heavy, and after knocking, he took a few steps back.

The one who came to open the door was a girl, with a thorn hairpin cloth skirt, a slightly dark complexion, but a pair of eyes were like mountain streams and streams, and the morning dew on the flowers was like a clear and dusty one.

"Who are you looking for?" Her voice was as clear as she had imagined.

Mu Xiangyin explained the situation in three or two sentences.

The girl blinked, turned around and shouted, "Mother! ”

In the dimly lit room, an old woman walked out with her back bent, still holding a kitchen knife in her hand, while wiping the grease stains on her hands on her clothes. Seeing such a person in front of him, he let out an "oops", realized that he was still holding a knife, and hurriedly hid behind his back.

"Mother," explained the girl, "these three have lost their way around here, and wish to rest here for a few nights." ”

The woman didn't hesitate much, let go of her body, and said with a smile, "This year's snow is indeed a bad thing, a few sensei are standing, it's cold outside, hurry in and hide." ”

Ruan Yuyi smiled lightly and thanked her, while walking inside.

Jiang Huaiyang followed behind her, and when she passed by the woman, she bowed slightly, which was considered to be thankful.

In the end, they were from the township, and they didn't have many hearts, and when they saw a few people in white clothes, they didn't look like wicked people, so they let them in. The woman confessed a few words, and then went back to the stove.

The space inside was a little cramped, dark and dreary, as if it was about to be pressed down. There are several cases of Chai He's stove, all of which can be seen at a glance, only the bedroom is still covered.

The girl invited a few people to sit next to the few people who had eaten on weekdays, and happily brought a cup of hot soup to each other, "We really haven't had any serious guests here for a long time, and we haven't had anything to entertain. ”

Ruan Yuyi lowered her eyes and glanced at the cup in her hand, there were no dried tea leaves in it, just some boiling water. She hugged and took a few sips, and her body gradually warmed up.

"It's really annoying." She exhaled a white breath and declared her name. Seeing this, Mu Xiang also said his name.

Jiang Huaiyang on the side was silent, with a cold face like a fairy. Thinking that his surname was inconvenient to inform, he didn't even bother to make up a pseudonym.

"Where is the girl, it's just a matter of a few more pairs of dishes and chopsticks," the girl was enthusiastic by nature, and even the smile on the corner of her lips was warm, "Just call me Aqing." ”

Seeing that he was not easy to approach, Ah Qing seemed to be a little afraid of him, so she glanced at him carefully, and only dragged Ruan Yuyi to gossip.

After walking so much, she was really a little thirsty, and most of the water in the cup went down.

Seeing this, Ah Qing was about to get up and add something for her. The kettle was still resting on the small stove in the kitchen, and after taking a few steps, she saw the door open, and the cold wind poured in.

In the midst of the wind and snow, he was a sturdy young man with a bamboo basket on his back.

He seemed to have walked a long way, panting and shutting the door with his backhand, "My little sister is really smart, these herbs are really selling well." ”

When he came back from the town, it was cold today, and there were many sick people, and the food and vegetables next to him were not easy to sell, but this herb was very needed. It's just such a basket, and I changed it to a small one or two.

He babbled about going to the town for some things, and when he caught a glimpse of the cup in Aqing's hand, he snatched it and raised his head to drink.

"Huh!" Ah Qing exclaimed, and snatched the cup back with her feet, "The girl used it, you have to drink it and pour it yourself." ”

"Girl?" Brother Aqing was suspicious, looked sideways, and really saw three nobles in brocade clothes sitting or standing in the room.

Brother A-Qing frowned slightly and walked inside. Recently, there has not been a safe life in the neighborhood, and there are always displaced people from the nearby boundaries harassing them, so every house has closed its doors and windows. In addition, he just saw that there was another life in the town's official office, so he was more vigilant.

He casually lowered the basket and wandered his gaze back and forth over them.

"I don't know if there is a distinguished guest here today, what a disappointment," he sat down on the other side, with one hand on the table, his legs wide apart, "and when my father returns, he will be able to eat." ”

At this time, Ah Qingzheng added new tea, and after handing it to Ruan Yuyi, she pushed another bowl with water to her brother, "Brother, yours." ”

"Thank you." She took it and said softly.

Brother Aqing followed the voice, and then hurriedly collected his gaze, the tips of his ears were hot, "I don't know where a few people came from?" And why is it here? ”

Mu Xiang replied, "Our son and wife originally came from Beijing, and they came here to visit relatives. It was only on the way that I encountered a mountain bandit, fell down a steep slope, and kept walking to find this place. ”

The half-truths are the most difficult for people to see. Besides, they have no malicious intentions, but it is inconvenient to reveal their identities, so it is harmless to tell a small lie.

Brother Aqing thought for a while, there is a mountain nearby that often makes mountain bandits, but that place is not very close to here.

When Ah Qing heard Jingzhong, her eyes lit up, "I heard that it is a prosperous place, and even the bricks under your feet are golden." ”

This is a myth, where is it so exaggerated. Ruan Yuyi lowered her head and chuckled.

Brother Aqing saw that what they said was traceable and not false, so he also let down his guard and sighed, "The capital is a good place. "In the end, it is a noble person from Beijing, looking at his body and style, clothes and conversation, it is enough to distinguish him from them.

After a few rounds of talking, Jiang Huaiyang asked, "Do you have any wound medicine here?" ”

Brother Aqing was stunned, got up and went to rummage in the bamboo basket, and smashed it with a small stone mortar, "Where is the son?" Don't look at this medicine is simple, it is extremely effective. ”

He rolled up his sleeves, and there was a bloody streak on his forearm.

Ah Qing exclaimed, turned her face away, and covered her eyes. I don't know if I'm ashamed or scared.

Ruan Yuyi also frowned. I thought that this was caused by falling down the steep slope at that time to protect her, but I didn't listen to him for such a long time.

He seemed to be injured not half of himself, and his face was indifferent, "That's all, thank you." ”

Brother Aqing found another long cloth head and wanted to bandage him.

Although Jiang Huaiyang didn't speak, she saw something in his eyes. She took the herb and the cloth, and said softly, "I'll do it." ”

"Huh? Ahh Brother Aqing's hands were empty, and he hurriedly withdrew his hands, his face revealing an unnatural crimson. His fingertips rubbed slightly—he had accidentally touched this place.

While bandaging him, she complained in a low voice, "My husband didn't know how to say it earlier when he was injured, he deserved to hurt you." But there are still injuries on the side? Her slippery fingertips ran across his forearm.

"No," he said he liked the little lady to talk to him so casually, "if the lady is not at ease, then check up and down." ”

She froze in her hand and deliberately tightened the strip of cloth.

"It hurts." He said in a hoarse voice.

She snorted in satisfaction.

Brother Aqing saw the intimate gesture of the two, and the red on his face slowly faded. Yes, they are clearly married and married, what is he thinking?

After a while, Ah Qing's father also came back, and when he saw the birth of the family, he asked again, and then invited a few people to the table for dinner.

(End of chapter)