"Since you are speechless, get out of here and don't force me to drive you away. I am not Aunt Liu or Qiaoqiao, and I can be bullied by you." Cheng Qingwen raised her eyes lightly and watched the woman walk out of her yard angrily, taking the same route.
return.
Song Qiaoqiao stood behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. He held the hand of the person next to him and said excitedly: "Huanwen, you are so amazing. You can actually let her go back by herself. In the past, as long as you spoke louder to her, it would be a big deal."
Cry, make trouble, and hang yourself."
Cheng Qingwen leaned against the door, unable to hide her exhaustion on her face: "Next time if she is crying, just close the door and do what you want. If you ignore her, then leave."
Song Qiaoqiao blushed and nodded, her face full of adoration and admiration.
Cheng Qingwen turned his head and happened to catch the look on her face. He paused for a moment, then looked away and said nonchalantly: "There are still some sweet potatoes in the cellar. Let's make sweet potato cakes and sell them in the town tomorrow. By the way,
The remaining corn is also sold."
"Okay, but it will take an hour for us to walk into the town, and then we will start to show off at three o'clock."
Cheng Qingwen nodded and walked into the house with her.
"Second aunt is gone?" Aunt Liu looked at her daughter and asked softly.
"Well, he was still swearing when he left." Song Qiaoqiao nodded and sat aside.
Aunt Liu sighed and stopped talking.
"If you ask me, we shouldn't have supported them in the first two years. Now that we have divided the families, we can just live separately. What should we do with them?" Cheng Hua'er said while teaching Lian Zhi how to do embroidery.
"It's not like you don't know who she is. If you don't get what you want at all, you will die or live. If you don't rely on her, she will stay at the door of the house."
Cheng Hua'er snorted coldly and said nothing more.
Seeing the solemn atmosphere in the house, Cheng Qingwen went to the back mountain to chop wood with a basket and a sickle on her back.
It was cloudy at noon and it looked like it was going to rain soon.
She bent down and picked up the small firewood into the basket at a faster pace.
Suddenly, without any warning, beans fell like rain.
Cheng Qinghan quickly picked up her skirt, covered her head and hurriedly planned to go down the mountain.
Unexpectedly, after taking only two steps, he bumped into more than a dozen men in black.
Fortunately, they were fighting with a young man and didn't notice her at all.
In just such an instant, the young man's sword pierced the body of the man in black, and blood dripped down the sword and fell to the ground.
Cheng Qingwen saw the face of the young man clearly. He was dressed in Tsing Yi and shuttled among the men in black. He made decisive moves and quick movements, and the men in black fell down after a while.
"Your Highness, the Third Highness, is really persevering."
The young man stepped on the chest of the man in black and pointed the sword at his throat, his face full of sarcasm.
The man in black didn't answer his words, he pulled the sword and stabbed it into his throat.
Cheng Qingwen looked at this scene and subconsciously walked back, but didn't want to attract attention by moving.
She watched the young man approaching with a sword, his angular face stained with blood, and his red eyes staring at her, like a Rakshasa in hell, with a terrifying aura all over him.
Cheng Qinghan swallowed and slowly backed away.
She didn't know whether the person in front of her would spare her life or kill her and silence her.
There were only two or three steps left between the two, and Cheng Qingwen looked at the sword still dripping with blood in his hand, feeling fearful in her heart.
"Why are you here?"
Yuan Qi's voice was as gentle as ever. Cheng Qinghan was stunned and answered quickly.
"I'll collect firewood."
"It's raining heavily, I'll take you back."
"these people……"
Yuanqi followed her eyes and said softly: "Azhu will handle it."
Cheng Qinghan nodded, watching the person in front of him clean the sword and hide it back at his waist.
She followed Yuan Qi in fear, her mind filled with the bloody scene just now.
The rain became heavier and heavier, both of them were drenched.
Yuan Qi, who was walking in front, fainted and fell to the ground without any warning. Cheng Qinghan was so frightened that she quickly stepped forward to check.
Only then did he discover that his back and chest were injured.
Cheng Qingwan quickly helped him up and walked to his home not far away.
If Motoqi hadn't helped her many times, she might have turned a blind eye and gone home by herself.
After walking for almost half an hour, Cheng Qingwen finally helped him into the house.
Everyone in the room jumped when they saw the bloody two people. Cheng Hua'er even asked with a trembling voice: "Huanhan, you, what's wrong with you?"
"Motoqi is injured. Mom, please quickly find some cotton cloth."
Cheng Huaer came to his senses and quickly went to find cotton cloth.
Song Qiaoqiao helped the girl get him into the cubicle, and then went to the kitchen to heat hot water.
Cheng Qingwen looked at his increasingly pale face and quickly took off his clothes, not caring that she was still soaked.
Blood was still gushing out from the sword wound on her chest. She hurriedly took the cotton cloth in the woman's hand and blocked it.
My fingers accidentally touched his skin, which was frighteningly hot.
"Why do you have a fever again?" Cheng Qingwen murmured softly, pulling the quilt over and covering him: "You have to change the wet clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold."
Song Qiaoqiao quickly brought the hot water and said softly: "Huan Huan, the hot water is here."
Cheng Qingwen nodded. He originally wanted her to help take off Yuan Qi's clothes, but when he turned around, there was no one in the room.
She curled her lips and had no choice but to do it herself.
The top was okay, and it was all taken off in three strokes. When it came to the lower body, Cheng Qingwen hesitated for a long time with her hands on the pants. Finally, she closed her eyes and pulled down the pants with a strong force.
She pulled the quilt to cover the important parts, and quickly took off her pants.
Cheng Qingwen breathed a sigh of relief, took a cotton cloth soaked in hot water, and carefully wiped his wound.
"婠婠..."
Cheng Hua'er's voice suddenly sounded, frightening her so hard that the person on the bed immediately opened her eyes.
Hot hands grabbed her wrist and pressed her to the bed.
Cheng Qingwen looked at his murderous eyes and was so frightened that she even choked the curse words in her throat.
After Yuan Qi saw the person in front of him clearly, he immediately stood up and let go.
Cheng Qingwen lay on the bed and took a while to come back to her senses.
She got up and looked at Motoqi, who was bandaging his wounds, with cold fair complexion, strong figure, and a thick quilt piled around his waist, covering part of his abdominal muscles.
She blushed, met the young man's eyes, and quickly turned to look at the woman at the door with a guilty conscience.
"Auntie, what did you just say?"
Cheng Hua'er came to his senses and took the clothes over: "Oh, I found a set of clothes that Song Da left before. See if Master Yuan can wear them."
"Thank you." Motoqi smiled and nodded, saying hoarsely.
"Huanwen, go and change your clothes quickly to avoid catching a cold."
Only then did Cheng Qingwen realize that she was wearing wet clothes. She quickly got out of bed, took a random set of clothes from the closet and went out.
Cheng Hua'er also followed and walked out, closing the door behind him.
After Cheng Qingwen went to the attic to change her clothes, she walked downstairs and was pulled aside by the woman.
"Huanhan, what happened? Why did Lord Yuan get hurt?"