Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 496 Sequel: Painful Torment
Yinti suddenly realized that his tone was too harsh, so he softened his tone and persuaded softly: "Mulan, how can you, a girl, live outside alone, the world is so chaotic, we all can't rest assured. Come back with me, if If you don't want to see Ting Lu, you can move to live in one of my villages, and it's up to you to decide when you want to show up when you lose your temper. At least you are under our noses, so everyone can rest assured."

I shook my head lightly, "That will cause you trouble, no need, I'm fine with this."

"What are you talking about? Where do you live now? I'll accompany you to pack your things." After Yinti finished speaking skillfully, he turned and walked to his mount, getting on his horse, planning to take me to pick up the burden.

If I take him there, the place where he lives will be exposed. I was startled and backed away again and again, "No, I'm not going anywhere. If you want to help, just pretend you didn't see me and leave first!" start running.

"Mulan!"

"Don't follow, or you will never see me again!" After I finished speaking, I flashed through a bush and disappeared.

This is a densely populated village. After walking through the small road with seven turns and eight turns, I walked for a long time to make sure that there was no chase, so I slowed down and walked towards the residence. When I got home, my legs were too tired to walk, and I fell over. On the bed, there was nothing left to breathe.

Aunt Zhao came in with hot noodles and scolded, "Girl, it's getting dark today, where have you been? You are a healthy person, you can't walk around, your body is important."

I replied weakly: "Understood, I will never go out again..." It is better to stay at home to be safe and not be discovered.I hope that Yinti will not tell other people what he saw me when he goes back, so that I can continue to live quietly until the child is born.

Smelling the smell of noodles, suddenly, my stomach churned again, and I leaned over the bed and vomited again.The aunt sighed distressedly: "It seems that you are not used to the smell of pasta. How good is this? You can't do without eating all day. Otherwise, how much do you insist on dealing with it?"

I nodded weakly, "Thank you."

"Oh, when I was pregnant, I didn't vomit as much as you did. What a pity."

(End of this chapter)