Dressed as a villain's wife

"Miaomiao, don't cry."

Twelve was lying on the couch, because he hadn't eaten for a long time, his voice was very hoarse at the moment, and his eyes were full of guilt.

It was he who worried Miaomiao.

"I, I didn't cry, I was happy to see you back."

Not wanting to make him worry, Shen Miaomiao hurriedly broke into a smile that was uglier than crying. She shouldn't be involved in the affairs of the palace, and she couldn't say too much, but her husband became like this, and she said no in her heart. It hurts so much.

"Lie down, I'll pour you a bowl of hot tea to warm you up."

While speaking, Shen Miaomiao turned around in a panic.

Seeing her holding back tears, Twelve felt a throbbing pain in her chest, and her vacillating thoughts were completely confirmed.

Kyoto can't wait any longer.

He wants to send Miu Miao away.

The official family passed away, and the palace has become a mess.

Now that natural disasters continue and man-made disasters are coming, he can no longer let Miaomiao stay in the capital.

Shen Miaomiao wiped her tears and tried her best to control her emotions.

"What do you want to eat, I will let the servants do it."

"White porridge is fine."

Twelve managed to squeeze out a smiling face, watched his wife leave, and then closed his eyes.

Outside the city of Kyoto, natural disasters continued, and rats ravaged the fields, making it impossible to cultivate them.

Now that the capital is fighting openly and secretly, who cares about the lives of the people?

The rich and powerful are in power, and now the few remaining princes are useless, who knows what will happen in the end.

There may still be a way out of the capital if he leaves the capital, but if he continues to stay here, he might die in a dream at some point.

Among the depressions, Shen Wenchen and his party held torches and walked hard through the mountains and forests.

The tar on the torch was beaten by the rain and nearly extinguished several times.

The further up the mountain, the stronger the wind and rain.

Aze was almost rolled down the mountain by the wind. At this moment, he could only hold on to the tree trunk beside him desperately to prevent himself from being blown down.

Shen Wenchen's face was pale, and the cold rain had already wet most of his clothes, and his lips were also a little dark and purple because of the cold.

A pair of big feet were frozen stiff and cold, but his unstoppable steps showed his determination.

Some of the group retreated, while others gritted their teeth and followed behind Shen Wenchen.

The torch had been extinguished by the rain many times, and was ignited again and again. The glowing flames shuttled through the mountains and forests, as if they wanted to burn the mountains and forests.

"Coming."

Looking at the slope in front of him, Shen Wenchen stopped.

As his words fell, the hot air he exhaled formed a thin mist in the air, his limbs and bones had already been frozen very stiff, so the rain in this mountain depression was not too heavy compared with other places.

There is even a hint of a pause.

God wants them dead, and wants those mice to live.

The further down the hillside, the torrential rain just now suddenly disappeared, leaving only dry land.

A group of people came in soaked through the wind and rain, but their faces changed when they felt the warmth.

Anyone who saw this weird scene would be puzzled.

There was a sneer on Shen Wenchen's face, and he twisted his stiff neck after taking off his wet and heavy cloak.

He was right in guessing.

"How is this going……"

A person who went up the mountain for the first time was dumbfounded by the scene in front of him, and it took him a long time to ask such a question in a murmur.

"Okay, let's get ready."

Shen Wenchen opened his mouth, and the rest of the people didn't care about being shocked, they just took off their coir raincoats and moved their hands and feet.

Chi Sheng had an ugly expression on his face. Looking at the densely packed mouse holes on the ground, he gritted his teeth secretly.

It was raining heavily in Yancheng, but the thunder did not resound.

Nan Zhi narrowly escaped death once, and she was so exhausted that she fell into a deep sleep after the maid changed her clean clothes.

The heavy rain didn't stop all night, until Sishi the next day, the rain was a little less.

After a night of heavy rain, the old houses in the city collapsed, and the river channel leading into the city from outside the city has now swollen up to the streets, and an inch of water has accumulated in the entire city of Yan.

"What the hell is God thinking?"

The rain in the sky is constant, and the water on the ground will not disappear.

Not to mention the rain in winter, the city has already accumulated water, so wouldn't they freeze to death in this city?
The price of winter carbon is not high, even the poorer families can buy a few catties, but the winters in Yancheng in previous years were not necessarily so cold, and there were not many families storing carbon in winter.

After this rain, the firewood in every household is already so damp that if there is a fire, it will produce smoke and choke people to death.

The people in the city who did not store carbon were dumbfounded, let alone going to the kitchen to cook, and even dared not even go to the field, so the family could only cover all the quilts and huddle together on the bed to keep warm.

Because of the rain beating outside the house, no matter how cold it is, there are few places to freeze, but the house is not good. The air-conditioning enters the house, and the people in the house are shivering from the cold.

Compared with those who store carbon at home, it can only be said to be better, because there is not much carbon in the house, and most of the families are crowded in one room and only dare to burn a pot of carbon fire to keep warm.

The sound of rain falling on the bricks and tiles made a crackling sound, and it made people worry when it fell on people's ears.

Lin's mother was worried about Nan Zhi, so she got up early in the morning, but it was the rain that upset her.

"Let's rest for a while. The fat girl has a servant girl to take care of her."

"I'm worried."

Mother Lin shook her head, but still got up and got out of bed.

After all, she was worried about letting others handle her daughter's affairs.

"It's raining so hard outside, you have to be careful of catching a cold when you go, An Sheng stays indoors, don't make trouble."

Father Lin said with a sullen face.

Fatty herself is sick, if something happens to me and my wife, isn't it just adding to the trouble?

They are all old bones now, if they accidentally fall or catch a cold, they will be killed.

"Then is it possible that I'll just stay in the house and not go to see the fat girl? My daughter is sick and I'll go see what's wrong!"

Lin's mother was unhappy, and looked at the man beside her who had spent most of her life with her eyes gradually turning red.

The daughter's life is bitter, and she has suffered so many illnesses and suffered so much, it's all because of her fault as a mother.

Don't say it's raining, even if it's a knife, she has to go today!

The wife's eyes turned red, and Father Lin was completely speechless now.

Hearing the sound of rain outside the window, he could only sigh, wrapped himself in another coat, and followed him out of the house.

Simply because the corridors of the City Lord's Mansion were repaired in a grand manner, the rainwater could not completely float in.

The old couple supported each other and went to Nanzhi's yard. As soon as they entered the yard, they saw Xiao He sitting on the roof tiles.

Xiao He was still dressed in white clothes, and now he was sitting on the roof with his eyes closed, letting the rain wash away, but he didn't feel a little uncomfortable. The white figure was a little hazy in the rain, looking a little weird .

Mother Lin just glanced at him without asking any questions, and entered the room muttering in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)