The cry of the Zhang family next door came out, and Aunt Zhang was lying on the ground with a pale face, and the corners of her mouth were full of blood.

It was gray and cold, the grass bowed its head, the branches were bent, and the drizzle was dripping.

Raising his head, the clouds were thick, and his ears were full of crying, Yan Qiuluo glanced at it again, frowned and asked, "How can this be?"

The second daughter-in-law of the Zhang family said this familiar voice, turned around and glared at Yan Qiuluo fiercely!

"It's you, it's because of you! It's ......"

Before she could finish speaking, her husband next to her had already covered her mouth and prevented her from talking.

She struggled a little, but slowly quieted down, as if reacting to the seriousness of the matter, there were tears in her eyes, and she didn't say anything more.

"What's going on, what does it have to do with me? Zhang ...... How could Aunt Zhang be like this?"

The second son of the Zhang family stood up and walked towards the courtyard gate, his body was wet with rain, his face was extremely ugly, and he stared at Yan Qiuluo, who was holding the child and holding an umbrella, and spoke.

"This matter has nothing to do with Sister-in-law Qiu, it is a moment of grief and nonsense. ”

Yan Qiuluo glanced at him, then at the courtyard behind him, didn't speak again, but turned around and opened the door of his courtyard and entered.

The rain was heavier, as if God wanted to tell something but didn't know where to start, so he had to use a roar to vent.

Raindrops fell from the clouds, washing the courtyard, and the roof was covered with dark clouds, which were so dim, and after the raindrops washed away, the sky peeled off the clouds and seemed to become clear.

She carried the child into the stove room, put the things she bought, lit a fire, held the child and roasted the fire by the fire, roasted for a while, the child's face became red, she smiled at the corner of her mouth, touched the child's face, and said: "Child, as long as I see you, my mother's mood will change." ”

Xiao Ruoying seemed to feel her mother's mood, with a pair of clear eyes shining, staring at her mother.

Seeing that the child was so cute, she touched Xiao Ruoying's face and said softly: "Maybe it was wrong for Wei Niang to escape from the palace? If Wei Niang doesn't escape, then our little Ruoying is now a golden branch and jade leaf, who dares to touch my Xiao Ruoying?"

With a sigh, he suddenly felt a little confused, and some didn't know if it was wrong for him to escape.

Outside the door, the dark clouds squeezed the sky, as if it were about to fall, so depressed that it seemed as if the whole world was quiet.

The indifferent wind shuttled violently, leaving behind the cries and exclamations of the Zhang family next door.

The weak flowers and grass in the courtyard had already trembled and succumbed to the ground, and the dead trees were crumbling.

The days outside were not as good as she thought, why did she forget the days when she lost her parents and became an orphan girl to earn a living?

At that time, the neighbors scolded her for being a lone star, not to mention the difficult life of a begging life, and suffered a lot of white eyes, but fortunately met the pair of kind-hearted teahouse shopkeepers......

But in the years of the teahouse, she did not suffer without hardships.

How?

Now that I've died once, I've been Miss Yan for a long time, and I've been Concubine Hui, so I've forgotten those days?

Looks like she's really forgotten a lot.

There are many ill-intentioned people and greedy people in this world.

She really stupidly thought that a woman with a child could find a clean place to live?

Can you find a courtyard, a pot of tea, and live well?

Scold.

I'm so stupid.

I used to think that it would be good to have silver taels, but now it seems that it is not enough to have silver taels, you also have to have power.

The flames flickered and flickered, some were hot, and on a rainy day, they were a little clammy and cold.

Regret is only a momentary thing, smelling the free and humid air, it seems that there is no regret?

The palace compound is too depressing, too complicated, and if you are not careful, you will lose your life.

Thinking of this, I picked up the child and went back to the room to get ready to sleep for a while.

A glance at the gray sky outside, like an ink painting, it is deep and shallow, leading to countless reveries.

The image of the near object is covered with a layer of tulle, like a palace dress to pull the veil on the earth, and then look at the distant scene, as if separated by a layer of hazy curtains, if it is about to leave.

The rain screeched on the windows, and the courtyard door was pushed as if it was about to break in.

She was a little flustered, and directly pulled out the soft sword on her waist, which was still a little bloodstained, which was shocking.

Bang, bang, bang, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, the mood is dull, I feel overwhelmed by something, the sky is still gray, not a little white, pure black, like a thick ink splashed on the horizon, dark and terrible.

"Who is it?"

There was no echo, only the sound of the door banging.

I can't help but regret a little, this yard has no back door and no side door, only the main gate that was hit, why did you choose this yard to buy it in the first place?

The noise became louder and louder, the courtyard gate was broken, and a group of hunters came, one two or three...... There are 12 of them, yes, so many? Are you afraid that she will run away?

The leader of the catcher quickly held an umbrella, walked to the middle of the courtyard, looked at the woman holding the child with her face covered, and said happily: "Someone reported to the yamen, saying that your woman hurt people with a sword?"

"It's true that I hurt people with my sword. ”

"But as a quick catcher, that's how you let you trespass into people's houses?"

"My courtyard is worth a lot of silver taels, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Yan Qiuluo didn't say anything or say humblely, and after speaking, he glanced at these catchers, I'm afraid it's not some fake catchers?

She's never talked about such a savage catch!

The state-owned country has family rules, she is not reluctant to open the door, but they came up and forcibly demolished the door of her house?

What does that mean?

"You brute woman! Where's your turn to speak! Arrest me!"

The leader of the catcher quickly spoke, and the catcher behind him swarmed up, drawing his sword and attacking their mother and daughter.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the clouds and downpours rained down from the sky, and the raindrops fell like sifting beans, shattering the peace in the courtyard.

Her three-legged cat kung fu can't win against this group of prepared people at all.

A stern voice came from the moment, and he was stunned for a moment, and when he looked back, the familiar and terrifying face came into his eyes.

Lin Fengyuan came in the wind and rain, followed by the attendant Ah Fei, Ah Fei glared at these catchers viciously, and almost wanted to eat them.

Time seems to pause for a moment, like a flat mirror on the surface of the lake, scaring away the little fish who originally wanted to jump on the surface of the water to see the rain scene, and it was quiet.

"I'm coming. ”

Some soft voices came, and she almost cried.

I thought I was going to die under these swords, and I thought that the child was going to be murdered, but fortunately he appeared.

He'd saved her twice, twice.

The rain suddenly became smaller again, and the strange weather in this Xinjiang was faster than a woman turning her face.

The mist is like a silky light rain, a fog like rain, and the wisps are entangled.

There were blood stains on her waist, like a blooming peony, but when he glanced at it, his face changed greatly, and he walked quickly towards her, reaching out to caress the blood stains.

The soft and warm breath came to her face, the tip of her nose was sore, and she held the child and leaned into his arms, her eyes were red, and she cried.

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