Chapter 17: I want to be your wife

The sun sets, the water of the small river.

"Ahh

Rulu happily swayed the thin bamboo strips in his hand and hit Yang Xiu's body heartily.

Su Ci stood on a stone and stretched, and Yang Xiu's miserable screams came from behind him, and Su Ci couldn't help but glance back.

Rulu, who had learned to use the Yin-Yang Technique, directly used his Ice Technique, attached it to the bamboo strip, and mercilessly threw it on Yang Xiu's wound that had cracked open again.

really underestimated this girl, Su Ci couldn't help but sigh again: "It's really the most poisonous woman's heart, the ancients don't deceive me." ”

Even though he said it quietly, Lu'er still heard it, turned his head and smiled at Su Cizhan, and said, "Childe, I'm still a little woman, not a woman~"

Su Ci hurriedly turned his back to Rulu and said, "Don't kill you." ”

Rulu said: "Childe, you go farther, I'm afraid that blood will splash on you." ”

Su Ci walked to the river, drifting in the water easily, and listened to Yang Xiu's sad song begging for mercy by the way.

After about half an hour, Su Ci heard the sound of a deer's refreshing breathing.

"Hey," Rulu trotted over to Su Ci and gave him a perfect smile.

Su Ci pressed her palm on her face and pushed it over, and said, "Don't try to lie to me with your face again." ”

Rulu followed up and said: "Childe, if we weren't powerful, you would have been killed by him now, and I, a little woman, maybe... was insulted... insulted," she said, the more aggrieved she became.

Su Ci thought to himself, this Yang Xiu did too much, so he said loudly: "It's me who is wrong, you did the right thing." ”

Lu'er smiled: "It's Childe who is too kind." ”

It's just that when Su Ci saw Yang Xiu's tragic condition, he still couldn't believe that this was something that a thirteen-year-old girl had done.

The wild grass on the ground was stained red with blood, and the ground, which had not seen blood for many years, was nourished by blood this time.

Yang Xiu's whole body was shivering, and a chill filled his meridians, but it also helped him solidify his wounds.

"Poor Xiu'er," Su Ci said sincerely, "For the sake of your usefulness, I'll give you another medicine." ”

On the banks of the river.

The deer gently wiped the dust off the cyan fox fur, and then hung it on the hanger, staring at the cyan fox fur with a stunned gaze.

Along the way, Lu'er saw Su Ci looking at this fox fur in a daze several times, and when he was in the underground palace, he didn't forget this fox fur while running away.

Su Ci told him just now that the fox fur was placed over there for fear of being infected with Yang Xiu's bad luck, so she put it here first, and she couldn't help but raise her mouth when she thought of this.

They are now in an inn, the only inn in the village,

After the deer whipped Yang Xiu, the two went down the river and saw a village, but fortunately, Yang Xiu still had some silver on him, so he wouldn't fall on the wilderness.

This inn is very small, there are only two rooms left, and Su Ci will go over to live with Yang Xiu later.

Su Ci sat quietly at the table, his eyes focused on the sheepskin on the table, and the ink-colored words on it were clearly visible.

His grandfather once pacified the Eight Kingdoms with Emperor Taizu, and after the establishment of the empire, he went north to defend against the wolf clan and built the Changyuan Tianhe, but after the collapse of Taizu, the empire was in civil strife.

His grandfather told him that Emperor Yang killed many founding heroes in order to eradicate Emperor Ming's henchmen, and their family was also one of them, and was exiled to southern Xinjiang.

On the way to exile, he was assassinated again, and with the help of his grandfather's comrades-in-arms, he escaped, but his grandfather's younger brother unfortunately died.

Judging from the parchment scroll, it is similar to what his grandfather and his father told before, except that it says that his grandfather was dead in that assassination.

"Maybe those assassins thought they had killed their grandfather," in Su Ci's impression, his grandfather had never been out of the town since he could remember, and he couldn't figure it out before, but now it seems that maybe his grandfather is for the safety of his family.

As soon as he thought of this, Su Ci put away the parchment roll on the table and prepared to hand it to his father when he went home.

Su Ci always thought that he and his grandfather only had the truth of grandchildren, and there was no love between grandchildren and grandchildren, because this grandfather had almost no assistance to their family, even when his grandmother was gnawing on the bark.

It's just that in recent years, his grandfather has been much better to their family than in previous years, but as his father said, he just saw Su Ci enter Yuyuan Academy step by step, showing extraordinary talent, and now he worships Xilin Holy Master as a teacher.

Under the dark night sky, the candle flame in the room flickered slowly.

In the room where there is no noise, a man and a woman are quiet.

Probably because the heavens couldn't stand it anymore, a night breeze blew in outside the window, and the candle next to the window was suddenly extinguished, and Su Ci woke up from his contemplation.

Re-lit the candle, Su Zi turned around and noticed a motionless deer standing in front of a frame.

"Lu'er?" Su Ci called softly.

Rulu was like a frightened fawn, reflexively let go of the fox fur with both hands and put it behind him, and turned to look at Su Ci.

"What are you doing?" Su Ci looked at her two big stunned eyes.

"No," Lu'er smiled.

Su Ci stepped forward and rubbed Rulu's hair, but fortunately, the kind-hearted villagers gave them two clothes, Rulu was dressed in a goose yellow shirt, a pink face like a peach, and smiled.

Su Ci's clothes are those of the village teacher, a plain gown.

Su Ci felt strange, such a restrained look should not appear on Rulu, and with a flash of inspiration, he probably understood.

Previously, some villagers said that he was full of books and angry when he changed his clothes, but he was like a deer, and some villagers said that she was like Su Ci's little maid.

"Okay," Su Ci looked at Rulu with doting eyes and said: "You are not a little girl, I will be your big brother in the future, and I will no longer have to go up the mountain to pick up wild vegetables." ”

"Hmph," Rulu pushed away his palm, suddenly became unhappy and sat on the bench and said, "Don't recognize you as a brother." ”

Su Ci was surprised and said inexplicably: "Then what do you want to do?"

Rulu suddenly got up and said, "I want to be your wife." ”

Su Ci was dumbfounded, looking at Rulu's big firm eyes, and she didn't actually call him son, it seemed that she was serious.

With a slightly upturned mouth and bulging cheeks, Su Ci wanted to go up and pinch her pink little face.

Rulu took a step and pasted it, looked up at Su Ci's eyes, and said seriously and firmly: "I like you." ”

The wet breath sprayed in his throat, and Su Ci couldn't help but roll his throat a few times.

At this minute, his brain began to spin rapidly, time flew back, and he remembered the girl who said this to him last time, and it was really a nostalgic feeling.

He knew that in the next second, he would ruthlessly reject the cute little girl in front of him.

So he gave Rulu a very warm smile, and reached out to stroke Rulu's little head.

Said softly: "Lu'er, my brother asked you, how old are you now?"