Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 202 Breakthrough ([-])

When the secret door was closed, the Great Elder showed a strange smile, just for a moment, her face only had the innocence of a child.

She held a red clay teacup in her hand, then raised one leg, and hopped around the table.

Dancing around and around.

Song Yaomei, who was locked in the dark, stood up, supported Li Sanlang, and asked anxiously, "Sir, what's the matter with you?"

Li Sanlang endured the pain in his body, swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, and said with a relaxed tone, "Lady, I'm fine!"

Song Yaomei hugged Li Sanlang, leaning her head on his heart, listening to his strong heartbeat, "Sister, I'm sorry!"

Although she knew it was dangerous, the matter had indeed exceeded her expectations.

There was an extremely humid fishy smell in the air, which made people very uncomfortable.

"Xianggong, you shouldn't have come with me!" Song Yaomei was shedding tears, sucking her nose hard, trying to keep herself calm, so as not to let Li Sanlang feel that she was crying.

Now she can't fall, if she falls, what will Li Sanlang do?What about Hua Niang and the others?And her relatives and friends, what should they do?
Although she hid it well, her slightly trembling voice caught Li Sanlang's attention.

In the dark, Li Sanlang wiped away the tears from the corners of Song Yaomei's eyes, "My lady, it's all right, everything will be fine with my husband here! If you cry again, you will become a big tabby cat."

Song Yaomei sniffed, and hit Li Sanlang's chest with her pink fist without any force, "You are the big tabby cat! My lady, I am born beautiful and hard to give up, and I never use those vulgar things."

Li Sanlang grabbed Song Yaomei's hand, "What the lady said is that the lady is the most beautiful woman in the world."

Song Yaomei just ignored him!

Although it was dark, she still glanced shyly.

Obviously in such an environment, both of them should be very scared.

But because of Li Sanlang's company, Song Yaomei felt warm in her heart.

After calming down, Song Yaomei seriously considered the current situation.

Just now the old woman asked her to help get things.

When the two old women fought, although she passed out, she still vaguely remembered that it was still a question of brocade weaving.

So since the Great Elder said that he wanted to get the real brocade weaving technique, could it be that the one he showed her in the tea garden was fake?
But if it is false, what are those words?

Just as she was thinking about the problem, she suddenly found that Li Sanlang's hand had left her.

Song Yaomei panicked, "Sir, what are you doing?"

Li Sanlang said: "Lady, I want to find out if there is a torch here!"

But Song Yaomei held him back, "Master, let me do it!"

Song Yaomei's posture depends on feeling the corner of the wall.

But Li Sanlang grabbed her, "Lady, you stand here, come here."

Song Yaomei refused.

Her husband-in-law has always been a stubborn scholar in her heart, and he is still very weak.

"Msanggong, you stand here, let the lady come!"

Li Sanlang, on the other hand, broke away from Song Yaomei's hand in a very domineering manner, then strode to a corner and picked up the torch.

"Master, Master!"

It was very dark around, and Song Yaomei was really scared.

But when he shouted twice, the whole world lit up.

Seeing Li Sanlang walking towards her with a torch in his hand, Song Yaomei cried again.

This time, he cried even more fiercely, "Master, you are not allowed to leave me behind!"

Li Sanlang hugged her, "Okay, I will never leave you behind!"

Li Sanlang was hugged by Song Yaomei Xiong, Li Sanlang's tone was spoiled, but his face was really scary.

He turned to a far corner and said, "Miss, don't worry, no one or anything can separate us."

Song Yaomei nodded, "Okay, we will never be separated."

After the words fell, a stone wall not far away turned.

Song Yaomei heard the sound, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the stone gate together with Li Sanlang.

"Lady, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!" Song Yaomei snuggled into Li Sanlang's arms.

Under the leadership of Li Sanlang, the two went to the door in unison.

After entering the stone gate, the gate was immediately closed.

With the light of the torch, Song Yaomei saw where she was now.

A simple bed and a simple table.

There was also a water-red blanket on the bed, and a small bamboo basket on the table. Inside the basket were various colored threads and a rag with a needle and thread on it.

Apart from these few things, there is nothing else.

Li Sanlang lit the torch to another torch in the room, and put the torch on the torch stand, making the room brighter.

The two carefully checked the things in the room. The stone room was very clean, but there was nothing except the superficial things.

Song Yaomei pushed the door and knocked on the surrounding stone walls to see if she was free.

It's just that the hand that knocked hurts, but I still haven't found a secret door or something.

The door that was just closed could not be closed no matter how hard it was.

Song Yaomei was a little annoyed, and looked around, "Master, do you think that old woman just wants us to stay and doesn't want us to go out at all?"

"No! We're not worth it!"

Song Yaomei sat down on the bed and knocked on the bed angrily, "Damn old woman, if I go out, I might pull out your skin!"

Because this hand hit the bed, Song Yaomei jumped up immediately.

By the way, she remembered many ancient TV dramas where there were traps under the bed.

She simply turned the bed upside down.

But to her disappointment, the bed was made of stone, and it was made of stone as a whole, there was no possibility of mechanism at all.

Now, Song Yaomei was really discouraged.

This is the first level, is she going to die?
Just as Li Sanlang was beating on the stone walls around to see if there was any mechanism.

Song Yaomei suddenly stared at the colored thread.

By the way, if she remembers correctly, Linglong Village is actually quite closed.

The dyed silk thread will definitely not be as bright as the one in the small bamboo basket.

Just in the basket, there was a rag of the same hue as the blanket, with a needle stuck in it.

Song Yaomei looked at the torn blanket on the bed.

A very bold idea appeared in my mind.

Thinking that the person had already got off the bed, then picked up the rag, and then picked up the embroidery needle that had already been embroidered.

She decided to mend the torn blanket on the bed with the rag.

Although the original owner was a fool before, she helped her grandparents mend things in modern times.

So this little thing is very familiar to her.

It's just that the stone bed is too hard, if there is no blanket to cushion the buttocks, the buttocks will not only be cold, but also feel cramped.

So Song Yaomei decided to squat on the ground and sew things stitch by stitch.

Li Sanlang looked around, but still didn't find the problem.

Looking back, I saw Song Yaomei was mending things seriously, so I watched her mending patiently.

It wasn't until Song Yaomei sewed the blanket, then bit the thread with her teeth, and looked at what she had sewed with satisfaction, that she thought of Li Sanlang.

(End of this chapter)