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Chapter 34: A Light Between Heaven and Earth

Chu Qiao didn't dare to be negligent, so she hurriedly put down the wooden bucket and filled it with spring water. When she brought it up, she realized how heavy the two buckets of water were, and she understood more clearly what it meant to make things difficult.

After trying several times to lift the bucket, Chu Qiao could only pour some water out. When she tried to lift it again, although the bucket left the ground, she could still walk a few steps and felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on her legs.

Drag and walk.

After finally reaching the steps going down the mountain, her arms seemed to be broken. When she put down the barrel, Chu Qiao squatted on the ground and panted, with sweat flowing down her cheeks.

No, if we keep walking around like this, when can we return to the imperial kitchen? There is still a trip to carry water.

"You must persist and don't let others look down upon you."

Chu Qiao clenched her fists, gathered enough strength, picked up the barrel, and walked down the steps step by step.

The eunuch who was carrying the water in front had already gone down the mountain. The spring water splashed out of the bucket and spilled on the steps, which turned to ice. It was already difficult to walk, but now it was even more difficult to step down.

Her left hand gradually lost strength. Chu Qiao had to bend down and put down the barrel. Unexpectedly, the barrel was not placed smoothly and tilted down. When Chu Qiao saw this scene, she exclaimed. She finally brought it up so far.

A bucket of dissatisfaction must not be spilled again.

"Don't, don't..."

Chu Qiao leaned forward to rescue her, but her foot slipped and she stumbled out. Not only did she fail to save the barrel, but she also got in. She slid down the steps with her head down.

"Help, help..."

Chu Qiao shook her arms and raised her chin. She felt like she was playing on a sledge on a snow-covered slope when she was a child, rushing down the mountain. If she fell, her face would be ruined and her limbs would be mutilated.

Her eyes were sliding faster and faster, and Chu Qiao screamed in horror. The clothes on her chest were torn, her elbows were bruised, and her whole body was covered in ice and snow.

"Mom, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

Chu Qiao was really scared, and she couldn't care less about the pain. She scratched desperately with both hands, even if she touched a stone or a wooden stake.

It's a pity that except for the ice and snow on my hands and the biting cold, I can't catch anything. Did God just arrange for the fourth Miss Chu to return to Kyoto?

She really didn't want to die, not only because of her uncle's injustice, but also because of her mother who was waiting in that cottage for the day when she could return to the Chu family in high spirits.

Just when Chu Qiao was in despair, her arm seemed to hit something. It was completely instinctive. She grabbed it, hugged it directly with her arms, and hugged her tightly. The downward trend of her body suddenly stopped.

saved?

Chu Qiao's eyes widened. It took her a long time to realize that she had stopped. She was suddenly filled with surprise. Thank God, the disaster star is the disaster star. She will not die whoever dies. In this case, she actually hugged her.

A piece of wooden pile, but this wooden pile feels a bit strange...

Chu Qiao slowly turned her eyes and looked over, and found that what she was holding in her arms was not a stake, but a thigh.

In the line of sight, there is a section of brocade blue robe, and the corners of the robe are slightly lifted in the wind, revealing the silver-gray trousers and a pair of dark brown boots. Looking at the size of the feet, it should be a man.

Chu Qiao trembled, her gaze moved upward, and came into contact with a pair of eyes that were astonishing. He was looking down at her, his eyes were deep, and the snowflakes were floating up from the man's temples, as if they were flying.

Like life, he was nostalgic and lingering, shining brightly on his brows and corners of his lips. Chu Qiao felt dumbfounded as he seemed to be the most dazzling light in the world.

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