Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 224 She Is Xiu Gu's Mother

The woman concocted rouge powder from nowhere, and carefully picked out a little bit of it with her hands and applied it on her face.

I don't know if it's because the rouge and gouache really have a miraculous effect, or if it's because of the light, Song Yaomei feels that the woman in front of her doesn't seem so scary anymore.

That face was like a different person.

The woman carefully painted her entire face evenly, and then took a piece of red paper, pursed her lips lightly, and the lips immediately became bright red.

Song Yaomei kept staring at her face, but she looked more and more like the Great Elder.

No, to be precise, this woman is Xiu Gu's mother.

Then Xiugu said that her mother's appearance was destroyed, it seems to be true.

No, Xiugu is in danger.

This was Song Yaomei's first reaction.

However, Xiugu was able to survive for such a long time in front of her enemies, she was also capable.

In the simple house, Xiu Gu is sitting by the bed and embroidering.

She is embroidering a sachet.

Every stitch and thread is embroidered so carefully.

In the early summer weather, the green leaves and flowers outside the house are so lush.

Colorful butterflies are dancing.

Occasionally, one or two butterflies would fly into the house and land on Xiu Gu's body.

It fell on the half-finished embroidery.

Xiugu didn't care, but her face turned into a flower with a smile.

At this time Goshawk came over, holding a bowl of red bean sweet-scented osmanthus soup in his hand.

"Xiu Gu, you must be hungry, drink a bowl of sweet soup!"

Displeasure flashed across Xiu Gu's face as she saw that the butterfly that had just landed on the sachet had already flown away.

Xiu Gu didn't speak, but she worked very hard to concentrate on the work at hand.

A beautiful sunflower is only one leaf away from being embroidered.

"Xiu Gu, sweet soup!"

Goshawk looked towards the bed.

Feeling anxious, she looked at Xiugu who was embroidering and said, "Girl, it's time to wipe the elder's body."

Song Yaomei finally looked up at Goshawk, but lowered her head, put away the last needle, and looked at the sachet with satisfaction.

Carefully took out a packet of paper from his bosom, opened it, picked up a trace of dried petals inside, and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it.

Seeing that the person on the bed seemed about to have a fit, Goshawk became even more anxious.

The footsteps also began to be a little disordered.

Then he made a gesture to grab the sachet from Xiugu's hand.

Xiugu glanced at Goshawk, her face was full of disdain.

Instead, he put the spices into the sachet, tightened it, and finally put the sachet in his sleeve.

Then he picked up the sweet soup on the table and drank it.

After drinking more than half of the sweet soup, Xiugu collapsed very cooperatively.

The person on the bed was already awake at this time.

He stared at the top of the tent with wide eyes.

"Patriarch, I have led them all into the secret path according to your instructions, and I guess we have met now."

Goshawk's trembling legs were about to touch the wooden board beside the bed, but he still insisted on standing there, but the sweat on his forehead was already pouring down like rain.

At this time, the Great Elder who was still dying sat up from the bed.

There was a terrifying light in those eyes.

Her movement seemed to have involved her broken arm, and blood was oozing from the broken joint.

Goshawk took out his handkerchief and wanted to help her, but was frightened back by her look.

Goshawk carefully picked up one of the shoes and helped the Great Elder put them on.

"Abandon her hand!"

After leaving only one sentence, the Great Elder walked to the table, and then disappeared into this humble room.

Goshawk took out the dagger in fear, and then aimed at the arm of Xiugu who was already asleep.

However, Xiu Gu, who was already sleeping like a dead pig, sat up from the table, feeling the same deep chill.

"Xiu Gu, you're awake, me, me."

The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Xiu Gu bent down to pick up the jewel-colored dagger, and smiled, "She wants you to cut off my arm."

Goshawk was already scared to pee at this time, kneeling on the ground, shaking his head, "Gu Xiu, it's not what you think, yes, it's the elder who wants me to put on the coat for you."

But Xiugu pulled the dagger away, revealing the sharp blade inside, "What did you say?"

The icy cold light stung Xiu Gu's eyes, "Is it this one or this one."

Xiu Gu gesticulated on Goshawk's arm.

"The elder went to the secret room to find your mother."

After hearing this, Xiugu's face changed, but she pointed the dagger at her, "What secret way? How do I get there!"

"Just down here."

Tears flowed down Xiu Gu's face, will she see her mother soon?

They all said that her mother committed suicide, but she just didn't believe it.

In her heart, and even everyone's heart, her mother is a gentle, kind and positive woman.

Xiugu pressed Goshawk, saying: "How to get there!"

Goshawk looked at the shiny knife and pointed to the bottom of the table.

But Xiu Gu didn't press it with her own hand, and waved the knife, forcing Goshawk to go over.

After all, Goshawk is still a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

She got up, found the right place, and when she pressed her hand, she wanted to jump to the side.

How could Xiugu allow such accomplices to have fun outside.

Grabbing it with his hand, he jumped down facing the secret passage opening on the ground.

It was still very dark, but Xiugu had long been used to staying in the dark.

He grabbed Goshawk with one hand, but covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

She has been practicing in the dark for many years, and now even with her eyes closed, she can tell the direction just by listening to the voices in the tunnel.

They were now in the middle of the secret passage, but they didn't know which way to go.

But thinking of her mother in his heart gave him a sense of direction.

She pushed the goshawk and walked step by step in the direction she wanted.

After the woman put on her makeup, she looked at the water in her eyes again, looking in the mirror, thinking she would be satisfied, but unexpectedly, this woman suddenly went crazy and slapped the water.

The water was slapped and splashed everywhere, and splashed on the face of the woman who had just put on makeup.

The makeup on this face is gone.

It makes the scars all over the face look more hideous.

She turned around, her face even more fierce, "Who are you? Did he want you to come over and tell me that I should stop pestering him?"

The tears in the corners of her eyes mixed with the remaining rouge on her face, strands of hair stuck to her face.

She clutched her belly and smiled miserably, "Go back and tell him that I'm pregnant with her child, let's see what he says?"

Song Yaomei and the others looked at each other, but they didn't know what to do.

But Wang Putao said to her: "Old woman, don't pretend to be crazy for me, everyone in this row died for you, and I will arrest you today."

As Wang Putao spoke, she revealed her weapon, a soft sword at her waist.

In Song Yaomei's heart, Wang Putao has always been the one who doesn't fit in, always holding a bronze sword, showing off everywhere, fighting against injustice, unexpectedly, he even hides a sword in his waist.

When the sword is out, the person has already been out.

(End of this chapter)