Thunder was rolling and rain was pouring down.

It was impossible to go any further, the road was muddy, and the donkeys and carts could not walk, but fortunately, they came to a ruined temple before dark.

Although there is only one hall in the ruined temple, fortunately donkeys and carts can come in.

The pheasant hurriedly lit a small fire, put fodder for the thin donkey, and then put the clay pot on the fire to heat it up, poured out a bowl of water, and walked cautiously to the front of the car.

"Miss, drink some hot water." She called softly.

The girl in the car didn't move.

The pheasant is also used to it, and slowly feeds the water along the corner of its mouth, and when it sees that it is still swallowing, it is relieved, but it is only a little relieved.

The young lady was unconscious that night.

The young lady was not in good health, and she always stayed up late to do needlework in the past two years.

She persuaded.

But the young lady didn't listen.

The young lady is bent on pleasing her family.

I want to be a family.

As a result, I burned my body and didn't treat it as a family.

That day, the good news of the third son came, and the young lady was overjoyed, thinking about what needlework to send to the young man, who had been studying abroad for four years, and the clothes, shoes and socks were all made by the young lady herself.

But the eldest lady asked the young lady to stop, and said that she would take her to the old lady and let her cross the clear road in front of the old lady.

When the young lady entered the house, she only said that she was an orphan girl entrusted by her relatives, and only a few elders in the family knew that she had a marriage contract with the third son.

The eldest elder, Mrs. Lu, was not among them.

The reason is that the old lady is bent on wanting her grandson to be close to her mother's family, and suddenly an outsider will definitely disagree, so she has to slow down until the young lady grows up at home and becomes an inseparable family.

But in fact, the old lady has been living in Zhuangzi, and the young lady has been at home for five years, and she has seen her old man only three or four times, and she still followed a group of people, and without saying a word, she was driven down by the old lady who was disgusted and noisy.

Of course, the young lady wants to be recognized by the old lady, she has been looking forward to this day, and followed the eldest lady tightly and happily, and went to the Zhuangzi, first in the room to drink tea, the eldest lady said to take out the marriage book, yes, to show the identity of the natural marriage book, the young lady hurriedly handed the marriage book to the eldest lady, and then the eldest lady threw the marriage book into the incense burner.

It's not okay to be a wife, the third son has a different identity now, you are not worthy, but rest assured, our Lu family is affectionate and righteous, and will not drive you away and leave you alone, so you will stay and be a concubine.

Thinking that at that time, the pheasant's tears fell, she hurriedly wiped them away, reached out to wipe the water stains on the corner of the young lady's mouth, and then stroked the young lady's forehead.

The forehead was cold.

The eldest lady burned the marriage book, saying that on the night that she let the young lady be a concubine, the young lady fainted and was hot.

The pheasant shouted for a long time before calling the servant woman, but the servant woman said that there was no doctor in the village, and she would talk about it tomorrow.

The next day, the doctor was invited, and the doctor perfunctorily said that he was suffering from the cold, prescribed medicine, and drank it for a day, although the young lady was still hot, but the person struggled to get up.

Pheasant, this can't be done, it can't be like this, I have to ask Madame.

What's the use of asking, in fact, from the beginning, the eldest lady looked down on the young lady, and the pheasant was a rough maidservant who could guess it, but asking was to ask, and it couldn't be just forgotten, so he took advantage of the family to send supplies to Zhuangzi, and took the young lady to hide in the car and entered the house.

As a result, it was another humiliation, and she was locked up again, and the young lady was so hot that she felt that she was holding coals.

But the young lady did not faint this time, and stopped the pheasant from calling someone to find a doctor, and asked for paper and pen to draw a sketch for her.

Go home.

Pheasant, send me home.

I want to go back to my grandfather and mother.

The pheasant gently stroked the face of the young lady, the young lady's maternal grandfather and mother are dead, so the young lady is also going to die when she returns to them?

The next morning after pulling the young lady out of the Zhuangzi, the young lady was not hot, and the pheasant was startled at that time, thinking that the young lady was still breathing, and she could swallow the water, but she was unconscious.

On the third day, she didn't dare to delay looking for a traveling doctor, but the doctor didn't say anything about preparing for the future, frowning and checking the pulse for a long time, and came to the conclusion of narcolepsy.

I don't know what kind of illness this is, anyway, it means that the young lady is still alive, and the pheasant breathed a sigh of relief and hurried with his heart and quickened his pace.

Maybe when I get home, the young lady will wake up when her soul is settled.

The clay pot on the bonfire made a gurgling sound, the pheasant came back to her senses, wiped away her tears and walked back with the bowl, after boiling the water, she added porridge and ginseng, and when she walked from the Zhuangzi, in addition to the cart and donkey, she also took some dry food and ginseng.

The old lady used all the good things, hoping to support the young lady to return home.

The pheasant is boiling porridge on the fire, the rain outside is still the same, it seems that it will not stop tonight, and there seems to be a sound of stepping in a daze.

Is it thunder? The pheasant wanted to look up, but she felt that the ground was shaking, and she looked down at the ground.

There was already shouting outside.

"There's a foothold ahead—"

"Hurry up and investigate, are there any idle people, etc.-"

With the sound of talking, the horse's hooves were as dense as thunder, like lightning strikes, and the doorway suddenly became bright.

The pheasant saw the man at the door.

Seven or eight people, on horseback, with hats, black tarpaulins, and flaming torches.

As the firelight swayed, their swarthy waist knives were revealed under their black tarpaulins.

The pheasant clenched the bowl tightly and froze.

The people outside the door were also stunned.

"Anyone?"

"Who is it?"

The men whispered, their eyes like lightning, and the pheasant felt them sweep over themselves, to the chariot, the young lady, the donkey—

She tried to get up and block in front of the car, but her body was stiff and she couldn't move.

"Go back to your lordship."

With these words, one of them urged the horse to turn around, and the rest of the people stood outside the door like a black wall, not moving or speaking.

The fire was fierce, the sound of the rain brushed away, and the pheasant felt that his breathing had stopped.

These passers-by are looking for a place to stay, and it seems that there are still a lot of people, so she and Miss are going to be kicked out, right?

It's good to be kicked out.

They all carry knives.

How dangerous it is for a lone woman to walk outside, the pheasant, who has never left the inner house far away, also knows it, and she is careful along the way, in the name of joining relatives and friends, to resist the prying eyes of passers-by.

The sword is terrifying compared to the peep of the sight.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed to be just a blink of an eye, and a whistle sounded in the rain.

"Your Excellency said to keep going."

The human wall moved, and the quiet sound of rain became noisy.

"Going?"

"It's been a day and a night, and it's raining heavily, and I'm afraid I won't be able to find a place to stay."

"Don't talk nonsense, don't delay the way of adults."

With the sound of horses' hooves, the ground trembled, and the noise went away in the heavy rain.

The pheasant squatted in front of the bonfire with a bowl in her hand, looking at the door, it was pitch black outside, only the large windshield wipers brushed it, and it was her hallucination.

This is certainly not an illusion.

At dawn, the pheasant held the burnt firewood in his hand, and dared to go outside the door to look at the ground outside.

The rain had stopped, and the muddy ground was littered with horses' hooves, which came from the east and headed west.

The pheasant exhaled softly.

Is it a soldier? Is it an official? It looks very powerful, but fortunately there is no bullying, otherwise they would have been the ones who rushed in the rain last night.

Miss can't stand it like this.

Suddenly there was a cough behind him.

Yes, you have to cough when you suffer from the cold, and narcolepsy makes people drowsy, but it is not inaccessible.

The pheasant was stunned, the stick in her hand snapped to the ground, and she turned her head to look in.

Cough?

Cough!