Family Has a Concubine

On the vast snow-capped mountains around, there was a snow-white loneliness.

There was another light snow falling under the sky, as if to submerge the only hue in this vast expanse of snow.

A group of more than ten people walked in the vast expanse of white snow, looking weak and fragile.

King Liang was riding on a horse, wearing a black cloak with a stand-up collar, which wrapped his whole body tightly, wearing a hood on his head, and only showing a pair of glamorous cold eyes.

It has been nearly two months since he came out of Beijing. At that time, he brought more than 300 people. As a result, he sent people all the way to chase and kill him. His manpower was broken, leaving 15 people.

At this time, a black falcon flew up from the sky and stopped in his hand.

King Liang untied the letter on its feet, raised his hand, and it flew high.

At this moment, under the big cloak before him, a small head stretched out. Seeing that there was nothing, he drew back faintly and lay on his chest.

King Liang opened the letter paper and looked at it, but his handsome face became slightly cold after he was overjoyed.

"The prince." The one behind him stepped forward, an old man in his fifties. It was Mr. Zhou: "A letter from Beijing?"

"Yeah." Liang Wang nodded.

Mr. Zhou took a hard breath, and King Liang came out of Beijing, but there were still some eyeliners in Beijing. Every time something big happened in Beijing, he would send him a letter. But if it is not too important, Jingzhong will generally not spread the letter for fear of being discovered.

The existing letter proves that there have been major changes in Beijing.

"Let's go!" Liang Wang said, flicking his whip fiercely. "Wait until you find a place to stay before discussing it."

"Yes." Mr. Zhou nodded. "I'm afraid this wind and snow won't stop, and the sky is getting dark. It's better to find a place to camp and settle down with some dry food. I'll talk about it after tonight."

Wang Liang put his hand on the bulging bag on his chest, only to feel hot and hot, and it was piping hot in his arms. Her breathing was heavy.

Liang Wang Meiyan's face turned black, "Even if there is dry food, it is not enough. Everyone is hungry, how to resist the enemy? You have to cross this snow-capped mountain before dark, find a place to stay, and find some food. Yan Dong!"

With the sound of horseshoes behind him, Yan Dong kicked him forward: "Lord."

"You take a few people to the front to see how far there is and if there is a good place to stay." Liang Wang said.

"This..." Yan Dong was stunned. Since leaving Beijing, their people have nothing left, and now they have to separate them out to find a place. If they are chasing in Beijing at this time, there will be not enough people to protect the prince. "His Royal Highness, your subordinates don't eat dry food, just eat some horse grass..."

Before he finished speaking, Liang Wang's Youmei face sank, and he said coldly: "After leaving Beijing, did the king order you not to be moved?"

"No!" Yan Dong was shocked, "Subordinates should take orders from His Highness."

"Hurry up, then." Liang Wang yelled coldly.

"Yes." After Yan Dong finished speaking, he quickly turned around. Now there were only fifteen people left. Yan Dong thought for a while and simply ordered five people to come out and scattered out to find a good place to live.

King Liang looked at him with only five people, but the things buried in his arms were as hot as boiling water, and his heart was irritated, and his expression became colder.

After about half an hour, I finally saw Yandong riding back on a fast horse: "Master, there is a small mountain village after another twenty miles away."

Liang Wang nodded: "Yeah." He slammed his whip and rushed out while holding his horse's belly.

After another half an hour, the sky was already dark, and only a few lights were shining in the distance. It is located in the small mountain village outside this big mountain, and there are more than two dozen families.

Wang Liang and Mr. Zhou entered the village together, but Yandong and more than ten others settled down not far from the entrance of the village. Wang Liang and Mr. Zhou knocked on a house.

This is Yandong who has been inquired first. This is a widow family. The head of the household is an old woman and a young widow. After her daughter is married out of the village, she is the only one.

"Who?" There was an old woman's voice in the room, and when she opened the door with a squeak, she saw a seventy-year-old woman wrapped in a thick old cotton coat.

The old woman was stunned when she saw the incoming person, she saw a young man and an old man. At first glance, the young man felt handsome, but his face was too dark, he was tall, and he was still holding a person in his arms. The two dressed in ordinary clothes, but better than the people in the village, and looked like they were from the city.

"Hello, old sister." Mr. Zhou greeted with a smile, "We are passing by, can we take the night out?"

The old woman was startled, "This...Who are you? It's windy and snowy, why are you here in this ravine?"

Mr. Zhou said: "We used to do business in the city, but the business...oh, anyway, we have lost a lot of money, and now we can only go back to the countryside to farm. But when we entered the snow-capped mountains in front, we lost our way, and now we see There are lights here, so I want to spend the night. This is my son and daughter-in-law."

The old woman was startled and looked at the old man with kind eyebrows in front of her eyes, and the man in the arms of the young man showed half a small face, she was indeed a nice girl. And the little blushing face became ill just looking at it.

With a soft heart, the old woman nodded: "Come in."

"Okay, thank you thank you." Mr. Zhou was overjoyed.

Several people followed the old woman into the house. This is a thatched mud-brick house with a large gate. When you walk in, there is a small hall. There are rooms on the left and right sides, and the kitchen is built in the hut outside.

"Here." The old woman made a gesture and let them enter the room on the right. "This is my daughter's stay before she gets married. Let's stay here for one night."

"Yes, thank you old sister." Mr. Zhou said, took out a small silver horn from his sleeve, looked at the five silver coins, and stuffed it into her hand.

"Hey...really." The old woman pushed twice before accepting it with a smile. For these five cents, people in the village can't make so much money in a month! Let alone an old lady. Immediately he was overjoyed, "My surname is Wei, so you can call me Wei Po."

When King Liang walked into the room, he put Zhao Yingqi on the kang. This kang hasn't been used for a long time, and it's cold.

After receiving the money, Wei Po was enthusiastic and enthusiastic, and quickly brought firewood over and burned the kang in the house.

Zhao Yingqi lay on the bed with a torn quilt covering her neck. When the Kang was hot, her breathing eased. A face was originally small, but now it has lost a lot of weight after coming out, making it even more pitiful.

King Liang sat down on the edge of the bed with a calm face.

Mr. Zhou walked in and saw Zhao Yingqi's red face, he was surprised: "When did it start?"

"Afternoon." Liang Wang's face was gloomy, "netting to trouble this king."

Mr. Zhou had already stepped forward and gave Zhao Ying a pulse, "It's just a fever, but if you don't go back, you will cough up blood. The prince, wait, and the subordinates ask Weipo to find some medicine."

After speaking, he went out. Liang Wang sat on the side of the bed, listening to Mr. Zhou talking to Wei Po from the outside: "My daughter-in-law is sick. Is there a doctor in this village? I want to find some medicine from the doctor."

"have."

"To be honest... we are carrying debts, and we are afraid that the creditor will find them, so please don't tell us when Wei Po is looking for a doctor." He talked about some medicine.

"I understand. Just say I'm sick and look for medicine. By the way, there is bun in the pot, you can eat whatever you want."

There was a sound of the door, and Po Wei went out, and Mr. Zhou brought a small plate of mixed noodles.

King Liang frowned, broke a piece of miscellaneous bun, and fed it to Zhao Yingqi's mouth. Zhao Yingqi took a bite, and then "pooh" sprayed Wang Liang all over.

King Liang's entire face suddenly darkened: "You bastard, give me a pick!" As he said, the whole bowl was thrown out.

Mr. Zhou was taken aback and sighed slightly: "I'm sick. Give me medicine first."

After a while, Wife came back, and Mr. Zhou quickly took the medicine and went to the kitchen to fry.

After two quarters, the medicine was finally cooked.

King Liang grabbed Zhao Yingqi directly, pinched her mouth and poured it out.

"Um...huh...ah..." Zhao Yingqi screamed out of suffering, and the medicine was poured directly in, and she drank a large bowl of medicine in a daze.

King Liang threw her back to the bed.

"Ahem..." Zhao Ying was so sick that she was about to cry, holding the quilt and shedding tears, "Soil..."

"Earth?" Liang Wang sneered, "Earth what?" Leaning over.

Zhao Yingqi murmured: "Rabbit bag! Rabbit bag..."

He had a cold face and grabbed her by the collar: "You bastard! I'm dying of illness, and my brain is full of rabbit bags! Are you made of rabbit bags?"

When she said that she threw her on the bed, Zhao Yingqi was so uncomfortable.

Wife, who was standing outside at the door, took a sigh of relief. What should I do at the scene of domestic violence? After thinking about it, he stepped forward: "This brother, let me feed her something."

As she walked in, she saw a few miscellaneous buns on the wooden table on one side.

She took it, opened it to a bowl, and soaked it in hot water, and was going to feed Zhao Yingqi.

King Liang frowned, his expression cold: "Let Ben...I come! You go out."

Wei Po was taken aback by his cold tone, she couldn't help but shook, she had to say: "Okay." Put the bowl of soaked noodles back on the wooden table, and walked out.

Mr. Zhou wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and quickly explained behind Wei Po: "My son has a bad temper! Alas, it's because he is hard and...cough, he has a strong temperament, so..."

"Hey, I get it!" Wei Po looked at Mr. Zhou with emotion, with a look of empathy. "The same goes for my daughter. These children...sometimes really bother their parents...well. Everyone is the same."

The walls of this rural earthen house were thin. King Liang was in the room listening to them exchanging "childcare ethics". His handsome face was dark, and he poured out the bowl of miscellaneous noodles Weipo soaked out of the window, thinking of Weipo's dirty With the appearance of Xi, he blanched the bowl again with boiling water.

I broke a mixed noodle bun and soaked it in a bowl. Looking at the stuffed things inside, Wang Liang's whole body was not well.

He used to eat the most expensive things, that is, he knew that the poor people didn't eat the most expensive foods. During this time, he also ate dry food. But this way of eating steamed buns soaked in water and then made into a mud, he has really learned a lot. It is also unacceptable.

But she seemed to starve to death if she didn't eat it, so she had to feed this stuff into her mouth.

Xu is that the medicine just now is too bitter, she feels uncomfortable, and this squishy is also easier to take, she actually took it. But after eating a few spoonfuls, he frowned, turned to face the wall, and stopped eating.