Xia Zhaoyi didn't sleep for long. Her body was in so much pain that she couldn't sleep, so she simply slipped out to collect medicine.
Chew some herbs and mash them, squeeze out the juice and pour it on the broken bowl that he picked up and washed. Xia Zhaoyi made a small cloth with a handkerchief, dipped it in the juice and patted it gently on the bruised area.
The wind is high and the air is crisp, and the scenery of the mountains and fields is indeed good. It is not as good as the majestic sea of clouds on the cliff tops of Liling, but it is different from the fresh greenery of the mountains.
Such a beautiful landscape is really wasted.
"What are you doing?" Qian Qianqian grabbed the dirt and climbed up, asking.
Xia Zhaoyi looked back, picked up the tree stick next to him and handed it over: "Here."
Qian Qianqian used his strength to support himself, patted the soil on his body, and saw the broken bowl over there, and there were lots of weeds next to it.
"Get some herbs to heal the wound. The wound hurts a bit." Xia Zhaoyi replied, her pants legs were rolled up on her knees, and she painted them green.
"I thought you were going to run away." Qian Qianqian sat down and said, "You must not run away, or you will die."
Xia Zhaoyi picked up the small cloth hammer, dipped it in the juice, and continued to slap on the bruises.
"Is this useful?" Qian Qianqian asked.
"Of course the effect won't be immediate, just take your time."
Qian Qianqian nodded, was quiet for a while, and then said: "Last night, I helped you do something bad."
Xia Zhaoyi paused in his movements, looked at the mud stains and grass juice on his calf, and said softly: "You are still young."
"I'm young? You're not that big either."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and looked at her: "What year is this year?"
"I'm a Tiger, so I should be older than you."
"Emperor Xuan Yan..." Xia Zhaoyi raised her head.
"That's what you're asking," Qian Qianqian frowned and said with a sad face, "Emperor Xuan Yan was in his twenty-fourth year, but the emperor can't take care of himself now, so how can he take care of us."
Xia Zhaoyi's heart skipped a beat: "Emperor, can't you control yourself?"
"Yeah, a lot of people died, and even more died of starvation. I heard Mr. Pingshu say before that the Yi Army and the Beimo Army both reached Pingyang Road. Fortunately, they were beaten back by three generals.
But millions of people have been displaced, and some people are exchanging children for food. The six major states in the northwest are almost unable to cross."
Xia Zhaoyi's complexion turned pale. Once the Pingyang Road was broken, the road to the east to Jingzhao would be smooth. Taking Jingzhao and pointing at the imperial city with his sword would only be a matter of searching for things.
We’ve all reached this point!
"How long ago was this?"
Qian Qianqian shook his head: "I don't know."
"Are you okay?" Liang's voice came from afar, "Don't be lazy!"
"I'm coming!" Qian Qianqian shouted hurriedly.
"I told her that I came here because I had a stomachache." Qian Qianqian looked at Xia Zhaoyi, "I have to go back now. You must not run away, you will be beaten to death."
"I won't run away now."
Qian Qianqian glanced at the wound on her calf, sighed, got up and climbed downhill, and as if she was worried, she turned around and said, "It's not safe for you to hide here. I saw you when I looked up just now.
"
"Because I'm also watching you." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Qian Qianqian was stunned, thinking that this sentence sounded a bit strange, but he didn't know where the strangeness was.
"Qian Qian Qian!" Mrs. Liang shouted again.
"Coming!" Qian Qianqian responded, climbing down the tree.
The road down the mountain was not easy to walk, with steep mud and rocks and overgrown weeds. Xia Zhaoyi looked at her back as she climbed the tree and left carefully, her usually calm and plain eyes became slightly gentler, and her expression became softer.
After scaring Liu Sanniang away last night, she immediately escaped through the window. It was not difficult at all to create a secret room, just two branches were enough.
Then she ran to find the girl. After some threats, the girl took her back from the other side and made an alibi.
At that time, she scared the girl very much, but now the girl came to show her care. Such kindness is not easy in such a den of tigers and wolves where everyone only wants to protect themselves.
At this time, the wind direction had shifted somewhat. Xia Zhaoyi looked up at the sky and saw that it was going to rain.
Aunt Feng is really anxious now.
Houses were burned down in rows. According to the custom in the area, when clearing the ruins, some incense should be burned, and a pig's head should be offered on the stove to ask for forgiveness from the stove master.
Aunt Feng went to bow down every half an hour, and each time she had to step on a pile of burnt wood to get in. At the speed of cleaning up, she felt that it might not be possible to rebuild it in half a month.
I lit a few new incense sticks and put them in a small pot. Aunt Feng wiped the ashes on the stove with a handkerchief helplessly. A clear and bright girl's voice suddenly rang outside the house.
"What on earth are you doing? The second young master's ginseng soup is here!"
Aunt Feng frowned, put down the veil and walked out.
A girl with a beautiful face wearing a yellow coat walked from the stone bridge, with her hands on her waist and her eyebrows raised: "It's already time, are these people in your backyard free of charge?"
"Listen to me, Miss Lianping," Aunt Fang greeted her with an apologetic smile, "Last night our place was burned down by the woman named Lin. Not only was the stove unusable, but the carefully prepared ingredients were also burned clean.
.The second young master and the eldest lady came here later, and they knew about it."
"What does this have to do with me," Reping said, "Did I set this place on fire?"
"We are already doing our best to prepare. We are short of manpower these days, and we have to free up our hands to clean up and rebuild the burned row of houses immediately, so it is a little slow. Please be patient." Aunt Fang continued to say with a smile.
"It's really strange. I shouldn't worry about it. It's not something I can take charge of."
Rei Ping's footsteps did not stop, his eyes looked around, lingering on the girls for a while.
The girls in the backyard were afraid of her, so they lowered their necks for a while.
Xiao Wu even buried his head completely behind Xiao Rong, not daring to be seen by her.
Walking all the way to the burned house, there were three or four servants inside who were clearing away the burnt wood.
"Why do I think there are fewer of you?" Liping looked at them. "I remember there were at least forty before. Where is Liu Sanniang? Why haven't I seen her?"
Aunt Fang said nothing and looked at Aunt Feng.
Rei Ping also looked over.
"Liu Sanniang went crazy yesterday and wanted to strangle someone, so I had someone lock her up." Aunt Feng replied.
"Crazy?" Liping's eyes widened, "How could the good Liu Sanniang go crazy? Please tell me clearly."
Aunt Feng curled her lips inwardly.
She is just a little maid, but she really takes herself seriously and goes to their backyard to show off her power.
"The woman who had been locked up in the dungeon didn't know how she escaped last night, so she ran here and set a fire. Later, someone came to the front yard, and Lu Tanlang killed her directly, and threw her body into the fire together with the fire.
"Aunt Feng said, "Maybe this incident scared Liu Sanniang."
This scared Liu Sanniang.
Lian Ping looked at the scorched ruins and said in disbelief: "How could Liu Sanniang be so unintimidated?"
If you do too many bad things, you are afraid of retribution.
Aunt Feng murmured again in her heart.
After muttering, a chill ran down her spine. Speaking of evil things, it seemed like her hands had not been clean since she was caught here.
Forget it, no matter what, I've done it anyway.
Aunt Feng twitched the corners of her lips with a smile but did not answer Lian Ping's words.
Lianping still had a good impression of Liu Sanniang. On weekdays, Liu Sanniang was the one who flattered her the most in the backyard. From time to time, he would secretly bring her some jujube and chicken soup.
Nowadays, there are frequent wars and there is nowhere to rob. Only the eighth master and the young master can enjoy these good things. Without Liu Sanniang, where will she find these food in the future?
Thinking of chicken soup, Liping's mouth became greedy again.
She looked at Aunt Fang, secretly wondering whether to sell her some favors and let Aunt Fang do her favors in the future.
Anyway, she didn't like Aunt Feng at all.
At this time, the sky suddenly darkened and the wind picked up fiercely. Several servants raised their heads and their expressions changed.
Aunt Fang hurriedly turned around and shouted: "It's going to rain. Hurry, put your things over there. Don't stop the fire that's started."
Aunt Feng also quickly turned around and ran to tell the servants who were cleaning up the burnt wood to get the rain cloth.
After taking a few steps, heavy rain fell from the sky. The sky that was bright and sunny just a moment ago suddenly rained like arrows, raining down fiercely.
Reihei covered his head with his hands and hid under the eaves.
The girls also hurriedly ran to the eaves.
A few girls who had just been rolling out rice balls and noodles turned their wooden basins inward and stood with their backs to the outside, lest the rain would get into the wooden basins.
Last time, someone let the flour get wet in the rain and was scolded by Aunt Fang for wasting food. She was beaten so hard that she didn't get out of bed for two days.
Everyone was squeezing in this direction, and Lianping was pushed and shouted angrily: "Don't squeeze me, you're slimy!"
The rain came so quickly, and there was a moment of chaos. Everyone was busy squeezing in, and no one noticed her.
Lian Ping's anger suddenly rose, and he raised his hand to push a girl next to him: "Go away!"
The girl was holding a wooden basin in her hand, and was pushed down the steps by Lianping and the basin. The flour in the basin was sprinkled all over the floor, and was turned into a sticky substance by the rain.
Liping stretched out his hand to pat the folds on his clothes and said angrily: "Are you deaf? You told me not to squeeze me."
The girl, who looked like seven or eight years old, sat up in the rain, stretched out her hands to rub her ankles, and her ankles fell off. She couldn't hold back the severe pain and opened her mouth to cry.
A servant girl went down to pick up the wooden basin and picked her up: "Why are you crying!"
The girl's steps were unsteady, she stood on one leg, raised her hand to wipe her tears, and cried louder.
"You're still crying!" Lianping felt irritated. He raised his hand and cursed, "If you cry again, I'll beat you."
"Let's go." The maid took the girl and hid under the eaves of the house next to her.
The girl was still a little worried. She cried and looked back at the flour on the ground.
The other girls also looked at the flour, and a few of them withdrew their gaze and bravely looked at Repei.
Rei Ping frowned and looked towards them.
Those girls hurriedly avoided them as if they were being pricked by needles, but in the short time their eyes met, Reiping could clearly see the disgust in their eyes.
It's disgust, not fear.
Lian Ping gritted his teeth, and an indescribable anger emerged from his heart.
The girl was still crying, and the pain in her feet was getting worse and worse.
Liping was upset when he heard this, and suddenly rushed over and pushed the girl again: "I told you to stop crying!"
