Jiaohua

Chapter 8 Let You Stop Crying
Xia Zhaoyi didn't sleep for long, her body was so painful that she couldn't sleep, so she simply slipped out to collect medicine.

After chewing and smashing a few herbs, squeezed out the juice and poured it on the broken bowl that was picked up and washed. Xia Zhaoyi wrapped a handkerchief into a small cloth hammer, and dipped the juice on the bruised area.

The wind is high and the air is fresh, and the scenery of the mountains and fields is indeed good. It is not as good as the magnificent sea of ​​clouds on the top of the cliffs in Liling, but it does not have the freshness of the green and green.

Such a beautiful landscape is a waste.

"What are you doing?" Qian Qianqian grabbed the dirt and climbed up and asked.

Xia Zhaoyi looked back, picked up the stick next to it and handed it over: "Come."

Qian Qianqian supported himself, patted the soil on his body, and saw the broken bowl over there, and there were a lot of wild grass beside him.

"Get some herbs to heal the wound, the wound hurts a bit." Xia Zhaoyi replied, her trousers were rolled up on her knees, and she was painted green.

"I thought you were going to run away." Qian Qianqian sat down and said, "Don't run away, or you will die."

Xia Zhaoyi picked up the small cloth hammer, dipped it in the juice, and continued to pat on the bruises.

"Is this useful?" Qian Qianqian asked.

"Of course the effect will not be immediate, take your time."

Qian Qianqian nodded, was quiet for a while, and said, "Last night, I did something bad for you."

Xia Zhaoyi paused for a moment. Looking at the mud stains and grass juice on her calf, she said softly, "You are still young."

"I'm young? You're not that old either."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled and looked at her: "What year is this year?"

"I'm a tiger, I should be older than you."

"Emperor Xuanyan..." Xia Zhaoyi raised her head.

"That's what you're asking," Qian Qianqian said with a sad face, frowning, "Emperor Xuanyan has been in power for 24 years, but the emperor can't control himself now, so how can he control us?"

Xia Zhaoyi sighed in her heart: "Emperor, can't you control yourself?"

"Yeah, a lot of people died, and more people died of starvation. I heard from Mr. Pingshu before that both the Yi family's army and the Beimo army had hit Cheyang Road, but luckily they were beaten back by three generals. But millions of people have been displaced, and there are still people who have changed their children for food, and the six major states in the northwest can hardly pass.”

Xia Zhaoyi's complexion became blue and white, and once the Cheyang Road was broken, the road to Jingzhao eastward would be smooth and smooth, take Jingzhao, and pointed the sword to the imperial city, but he would go into his pockets to get things.

It's already hit here!

"How long ago was this?"

Qian Qianqian shook his head: "I don't know."

"Qianqian, are you okay?" Liang's voice came from a distance, "Don't be lazy!"

"I'm coming!" Qian Qianqian shouted hurriedly.

"I told her that I came here because I had a stomachache." Qian Qianqian looked at Xia Zhaoyi, "I have to go back now, don't run away, you will be beaten to death."

"Don't worry, I won't run away now."

Qian Qianqian glanced at the wound on her calf, nodded, got up and climbed down the slope, again as if worried, turned her head and said, "It's not safe for you to hide here, I saw you as soon as I looked up."

"Because I'm watching you too." Xia Zhaoyi said.

Qian Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and felt that this sentence sounded a bit strange, but for a while he didn't know where the blame was.

"Qian Qianqian!" Mr. Liang called again.

"Come on!" Qian Qianqian replied, climbing the trees and crawling down.

The road down the mountain was not easy, with steep mud and rocks, and overgrown with weeds. Xia Zhaoyi watched her climb the back of the tree carefully to leave, her usual calm and indifferent eyes were a little gentle, and her expression became softer.

After scaring Liu Sanniang away last night, she escaped from the window as soon as possible. Creating a secret room was not difficult at all, just two branches.

Then she ran to the girl, and after some threats, the girl took her back from the other side and made an alibi.

At that time, she frightened the girl a lot, but now the girl is still caring for her. This kindness is not easy in such a den of tigers and wolves where everyone only wants to protect themselves.

At this time, the wind direction turned a little bit, Xia Zhaoyi looked up at the sky, it was going to rain.

........................

Aunt Feng is about to panic.

The houses are burned down in rows, and it is a custom in the area to burn some incense when cleaning up the ruins, and to offer a pig's head on the stove to ask the master of the stove for forgiveness.

Aunt Feng went to pay homage once every half an hour, stepping on a pile of charred wood each time. At this speed of cleaning, she felt that it would not be possible to rebuild it in half a month.

After ordering a few new incense sticks and placing them in a small pot, Aunt Feng wiped the ashes on the stove with a handkerchief to no avail. A clear and bright young girl's voice suddenly rang outside the house.

"What the hell are you doing, Second Young Master's ginseng soup!"

Aunt Feng frowned, put down the veil and walked out.

A girl in a yellow jacket with a beautiful face came from the stone bridge, with her hands on her waist, her eyebrows stood upright: "It's already time, do these people in your backyard eat rice?"

"Listen to me, Miss Lianping," Aunt Fang smiled and greeted her, "Last night we were burned by the woman surnamed Lin. Not only did the stove not work, but the well-prepared ingredients were also burnt clean. . Later, the second young master and the eldest young lady came here, and they knew it."

"What does this have to do with me," Lian Ping said, "I set the fire here?"

"We are already doing our best to prepare. There are not enough manpower these days, and we have to free up our hands to clean up and rebuild the row of houses that were burned down immediately, so it will be a little slower, you should take more care." Aunt Fang continued to say with a smile.

"It's really strange, I'm more concerned, this is not something I can do."

Lian Ping's footsteps did not stop, his eyes looked around, and he stayed on the girls for a long time.

The girls in the backyard were afraid of her, so they lowered their necks for a while.

Xiao Wu even buried his head behind Xiao Rong, daring not to be seen by her.

Going all the way to the burned house, there are three or four servant girls who are cleaning the charred wood.

"Why do I think you have fewer people," Lian Ping looked at them, "I remember there were at least forty or so before. As for Liu Sanniang, why haven't I seen her."

Aunt Fang did not speak, and looked at Aunt Feng.

Reipei also looked over.

"Liu Sanniang went crazy yesterday and wanted to pinch someone, so I had them locked up." Aunt Feng replied.

"Crazy?" Lian Ping's eyes widened, "How can Liu Sanniang, who is so handsome, go crazy, you explained it to me clearly."

Aunt Feng pouted in her heart.

It's just a little girl, she really takes herself seriously, and she goes to their backyard to make her prestige.

"The woman who had been locked up in the dungeon didn't know how to escape last night. She ran here and set fire to it. Later, someone came to the front yard. Lu Tanlang killed her directly, and the body was thrown into the fire and burned. Aunt Feng said, "Maybe this incident scared Liu Sanniang."

This frightened Liu Sanniang.

Lianping looked at the Jiao Ruins and said incredulously, "How can Liu Sanniang be so unscared."

If you do too much evil, you are afraid of retribution.

Aunt Feng muttered in her heart again.

After muttering, there was a chill on her back. Speaking of evil things, since she was caught here, it seems that her hands have not been clean.

Forget it, it's up to him, he's done anyway.

Aunt Feng tugged at the corners of her mouth without smiling, but did not answer Lianping's words.

Lian Ping still had a good impression of Liu Sanniang. On weekdays, Liu Sanniang was the most diligent in flattering her in the backyard, and from time to time she would secretly bring her some jujube soup and chicken soup.

Now that there are frequent wars and robbery, there is no place to fight. These good things can be enjoyed by the eighth master and the young master. Without Liu Sanniang, where will she go to find these food in the future.

Thinking of chicken soup, Lian Ping's mouth became greedy again.

She looked at Aunt Fang, and secretly wanted to sell her some favors, so that Aunt Fang would beg her favor in the future.

Anyway, she didn't like Aunt Feng at all.

At this time, the sky suddenly became dark and the wind violently picked up. Several servant girls raised their heads and their expressions changed.

Aunt Fang hurriedly turned around and shouted, "It's going to rain, hurry up, put things over there, the fire that has already started can't be broken."

Aunt Feng also hurriedly turned around and ran to instruct the servants who were cleaning up the charred wood to fetch the rain-covering cloth.

Not even a few steps away, the sky slammed down with heavy rain, and the ten-direction sky, which was still bright and bright in the previous moment, suddenly rained like an arrow, smashing down fiercely.

Reipei covered his head with his hands and hid under the eaves.

The girls also rushed to the eaves.

A few girls who were just kneading dough balls and rolling noodles turned the tubs in their hands inward and stood with their backs to the outside, lest the rain would soak the tubs.

The last time someone let the flour rain, and was scolded by Mrs. Fang for spoiling the food, and she didn't get out of bed for two days after being beaten.

Everyone was squeezing over here, Lian Ping was pushed and shouted angrily: "Don't push me, sticky!"

The rain came too fast, and there was chaos for a while. Everyone was busy squeezing in, and no one noticed her.

Lian Ping's anger suddenly rose, and he raised his hand and pushed towards a girl beside him: "Go away!"

The girl was holding a wooden basin in her hand, and was pushed down the steps by Lian Ping with the wooden basin. The flour in the basin was sprinkled on the ground, and it was suddenly turned into sticky by the rain.

Lianping stretched out his hand and patted the folds on his shirt, and said angrily, "I'm deaf? Everyone told me not to squeeze me."

The girl looked like she was seven or eight years old. She sat up in the rain, stretched out her hand and rubbed her ankle, and the whole wig fell off. She couldn't hold back the severe pain and opened her mouth to cry.

A servant girl went down and picked up the tub, and picked her up: "Why are you crying!"

The girl's footsteps were unsteady, she stood on one leg, raised her hand to wipe her tears, and cried even louder.

"You're still crying!" Lian Ping felt irritated, stretched out his hand and scolded, "Cry again and I'll hit you."

"Go." The maid took the girl and went to hide under the eaves next to her.

The girl was still a little worried, crying and looking back at the flour on the ground.

The other girls also looked at the flour, and a few girls withdrew their gazes and looked at Lianping boldly.

Rei Ping frowned and looked at them.

The girls hurriedly avoided them as if they had been pricked with needles, but in just a short time when their eyes met, Lian Ping could clearly see the disgust in their eyes.

Disgust, not fear.

Lianping gritted her teeth, and an indescribable anger came out of her heart.

The girl was still crying, the pain in her feet was getting worse.

Lian Ping was upset when he heard this, and suddenly rushed over and pushed the girl again: "I told you to stop crying!"

(End of this chapter)