"Ugh."

There are many ridges near Xiejia Zhuangzi as Tu Nan said, and there is indeed a small forest.

However, what discouraged Zhao Surui the most was not these, but Shen Shiqing's body.

Weak! It's too weak!

The legs are weak, the waist is tendonless, and the whole person is like a tree blown down by the wind.

After running back and forth along the road by the forest for two times, Zhao Surui only felt that every bone from the head down was not his own.

It wasn't originally his.

After scolding thousands of Shen Sanfu in his heart, Zhao Surui still rode the horse for an hour.

When he stopped, Tunan came from behind to help him dismount, and he shook off Tunan's hand with a strong breath.

Then, he almost landed on his face because his feet couldn't lift off the horse.

Shame! Shame!

Emperor Zhaode, who landed smoothly by holding Tu Nan's shoulders, was furious.

"Tu Nan, you give me ...... Find me a fifty-pound stone lock, and I won't believe it......"

Fifty pounds of stone locks?

Tu Nan couldn't help but look at his girl's thin waist, which was not as thick as the stone lock.

"Girl, if you want to hone your physique, why don't you ask Ah Chi to make you two ten-pound sandbags first, which can be used to temper your strength every day?"

Zhao Surui was silent, and he only wanted to kill a few people to relieve his hatred.

Ten pounds of sandbags? He threw it out and hit the rabbit and felt that it was too light! Shen Sanru this waste!

Sullen took a few steps forward, Zhao Surui felt that the skin on his leg hurt as if he had been burned with fire, he knew that he had sharpened the skin when riding a horse, and there was a burst of anger in his heart.

Think of him Zhao Surui, six years old to learn archery horses, practice martial arts every day, ordinary forbidden troops are difficult to get close to him, when the Northern Expedition to Duqin, he led people to gallop three hundred miles, to Jinyang can directly go to the city to watch the enemy, what kind of majestic and domineering?

Shen Sanrui is such a weak body, if he escapes, he is afraid that he will die of exhaustion in the middle of the road, let alone lead troops to fight and be invincible, he Zhao Surui is actually trapped in such a body?

Turning his head slightly, he saw Tu Nan leading two horses in one hand and walking behind him, Zhao Surui was envious.

Even if he has to be a woman, it is always better to be as strong and powerful as Tu Nan than he is now, as for his identity, although Tu Nan is a slave and a maid, he has a good martial arts, and he is more comfortable than he is now when he fights with a sword.

In short, everything is Shen Sanru's fault!

Can't kill, Zhao Surui kicked a small stone at his feet.

The two passed by a wasteland one after the other, and Zhao Surui heard a noise in a trance.

He turned his head to look over, and saw that in front of the door of an abandoned hut, several men were punching and kicking a mass of "things" on the ground, and their mouths were incessantly invective, and the mass occasionally whimpered, sounding extremely miserable.

Riding a horse and riding out of anger, how could Zhao Surui look at others more arrogant than himself? He waved his hand and said to Tunan:

"Cook these people."

Tu Nan nodded yes, the long sword at his waist was already in his hand.

These people are just some country idlers, who can fight against people who have no power to restrain their hands, and when they encounter a master like Tu Nan, they lie on the ground and dare not move again.

Zhao Surui wanted to lead the two horses, but he really didn't have the strength, so he could only leave the horses in place, and he dragged his legs and slowly approached the mass of things that had just been beaten by them, thinking it was a dying old dog, but he didn't expect it to be a person.

The man was extremely thin, with a mess of dirt, and his hair was disheveled, worse than a wild dog's hair, and there were blood stains on his mouth and nose.

The autumn wind was bleak, Zhao Surui tightened the cloak on his body, and watched Tu Nan use a rope to string those who beat people together.

He smiled and said leisurely:

"If you beat someone to the point of internal injury, bleeding from the mouth and nose, or if you have an injury from pulling out your hair, you should give fifty lashes to each of these people."

I didn't even need to interrogate.

Tu Nan nodded at his girl, turned around and took off the whip from his waist.

Seeing that the murderers were drawn into a rolling gourd, Zhao Surui felt a little more comfortable, he had the intention to sit down and appreciate it slowly, but the root of his leg was so painful that he didn't want to move, so he just stood.

After a while, the "thing" on the ground that was beaten to the point of indistinguishing between humans and animals finally woke up, although Zhao Surui asked Tu Nan to whip those perpetrators, but he didn't have any sympathy for this person, and only asked:

"Are you stealing or robbing? Otherwise, how could they be beaten? ”

Eighty thefts with a rod, and a hundred robbers with a rod, just look at this person has been seriously injured so much, in Zhao Surui's eyes, he is almost a dead man.

"Ahem......" The man who was paralyzed on the ground tried to stand up, but he grabbed a handful of dry grass next to him and exerted his strength for a long time, but he did not let his body move a bit.

A pair of somewhat cloudy eyes looked at the woman standing aside, and this person's eyes suddenly widened and opened his mouth: "Second young lady, young lady." ”

Listening to the voice, is the person who was beaten a woman, or is it a woman who knows Shen Shiqing?

Zhao Surui frowned: "You know me?" ”

"Slaves, slaves and maids are...... It was the young warbler who served in the courtyard of Mrs. Bo in the past. ”

Zhao Surui narrowed his eyes, although Ning Anbo's Mansion was a down-and-out family, most of the maids who used to serve in front of Mrs. Bo were also equipped with small servants, how could they fall into this situation? Most of them made a big mistake before they were sold, or they were mismatched.

It's just a slave who betrays her master.

Straightening up, he said casually:

"Tu Nan, this person said that she used to be a maid in Ning Anbo's Mansion, can you see it?"

——

Ah Chi did what she said, after breakfast, her girl took Tu Nan to ride a horse, and she asked a few maids to carry cotton and cotton cloth into the last courtyard, and asked Xie Feng'an's four concubines to take their maids to make winter clothes together.

The cotton is harvested by Zhuangzi himself, but it is rolled into lint with a gin wheel, and there is no bow to play cotton on Zhuangzi, and if you want them to become cotton wool in the quilt, you have to tear it by hand, Liu Tianxing is a little playful, and thinks that this job is much more interesting than bowing her head and moving the needle and thread, so she took the two little maids to do it together.

An Niannian was responsible for cutting the cloth, Xia He and Cui Jinniang were responsible for sewing with a skillful maid, and a few little maids spread the cotton wool evenly on the cut fabric.

Ah Chi divided everyone's work clearly, and he picked up a few strips of cloth and began to make the buckles on his clothes.

A group of women had their own work to do, no one spoke for a while, and after an hour, there were some clouds in the sky, and Ah Chi couldn't help but look up.

The girl had been out riding for half a morning, and she didn't know if she would be able to come back before the rain was far away.

While she was distracted, Cui Jinniang made a color to her maid.

The maid glanced at Xia He, who was sitting at another table, stood up on her own, entered the house and walked out with a charcoal basin.

The charcoal basin was burned last night, and there were still some sporadic embers, and when it was splashed on Xia He's skirt, a few holes were burned on the long jacket made of Huzhou green silk.

These concubines came in a hurry, and all the degrees were arranged by Ah Chi, she naturally wouldn't find any copper basins for them to keep warm, but just found someone to burn a few mud basins, and the burning was not red charcoal but ordinary charcoal with bean stalk sawdust, etc., the mud basin smashed on the ground, and the debris charcoal ash flew to the ground, not to mention the nearest Xia He, and even An Niannian and Cui Jinniang, who were a little farther away, were affected.

With Xia He's strong pungent temperament, if someone destroys her clothes in front of everyone, she will definitely make a fuss.

Cui Jinniang designed this play to make her make trouble, so that her maid could take the opportunity to get out of the yard.

These concubines have been fighting for me for so many years, and they both know what their temperament is, Liu Tianxing suddenly jumped behind An Niannian and hid, and An Niannian also pulled the two maids who were close to Xia He back, so as not to affect them.

In everyone's "expectation", Xia He just dusted off the ashes on his body, looked at a few small holes in the corners of his clothes, and sat back.

It was even more terrifying than when she was furious.

Liu Tianxing's chick came over like a peck, and boldly touched Xia He's forehead.

"I'm not sick."

After saying that, she took the road and fled back behind An Niannian.

Xia He ignored her.

Sewing the cotton clothes in her hand with a needle, the woman with a pair of hanging thin eyebrows lowered her eyebrows, revealing some indescribable frustration.

She also knew that everyone else was watching her, but she just couldn't lift her spirits.

At this time, the most embarrassing thing in the courtyard was Cui Jinniang's maidservant, who had already made the appearance of being beaten, and begged for mercy, but it turned out to be self-inflicted.

"Xia He, do you have something on your mind?" The one who asked was An Niannian, as the eldest of several concubines, she could not only control Liu Tianxing, but as long as it did not involve competing for favor, Xia He was also a little convinced of her.

The needle in Xia He's hand stopped.

She raised her head and looked at An Niannian.

"Sister An, do you remember the green warbler in front of Madame?"

"Remember, she was born very good-looking, and she can embroider, and she made two forehead wipes for Mrs. Tai, both of which are exquisite." What An Nian didn't say was that the house originally thought that it would be given to the second young master as a concubine was the gentle and obedient Qingying, but no one expected that Qingying was suddenly rejected by his wife and was assigned to Zhuangzi, but Xia He, who people thought was too strong, was given to the second young master by his wife.

"Yes, she is skillful, at the same age, I still have to teach me needlework."

The second young lady is still useless in filial piety, An Nian is pregnant, the second young master is fascinated by Su Yao'er, and goes to the small courtyard of Nafu every day, and the lady wants to find another maid who knows the roots to be a concubine for the second young master.

Everyone thought it would be a green warbler.

She felt the same way.

She likes the second young master.

So she excused herself to make a glove for her father but couldn't do it, and begged Qingying to help change the trick.

Qingying was kind-hearted and re-embroidered the crane pine and cypress for her, and she turned around and asked her mother to stuff the gloves into the needlework for her uncle.

She still remembered telling her when Qingying was dragged away, and she never thought of talking to the second young master.

Xia He refused to believe it, if she believed, she would be ruined, and she would be ruined by her own heart.

Now, Qingying is dying, very close to her but out of sight.

Tears fell on her hand holding the needle, and her fingers trembled, and she couldn't sew it anymore.