Chapter 8: Knocking on the door in the middle of the night
"no!"
The eldest lady choked with sobs and grabbed Chu Qiao, saying that she had no hope and only Chu Qiao was left to rely on. How could she risk going to the capital.
"Chu Qiao, you took my mother's life. Chu Qiao, my mother lost her family and can no longer live without you."
The eldest lady burst into tears and pulled Chu Qiao desperately, not letting her take a step away.
Chu Qiao looked at her mother blankly, knowing that she could no longer withstand any more torture. Her life was now Chu Qiao's.
"Okay, okay, I just talked and didn't actually go. Now I'm going out to find some food and medicine and come back. If you continue to get sick like this, we won't be able to leave this ruined temple tomorrow."
Although she had made a decision in her heart that she must go to the capital, on the surface, Chu Qiao still had to coax her mother. She had grown up in a boudoir and had never seen much of the world. She believed whatever Chu Qiao said.
"Mom, there are several houses about a mile away. I'm going to order some dry food and hot water when I come back. You wait for me here, and remember not to make a sound no matter what happens."
Chu Qiao helped her mother behind the dilapidated statue, spread some hay on the ground, and wrapped her in cotton clothes. Although she was not yet warm, at least she would not be beaten by the wind and snow.
"Wear a cotton-padded coat, it will get cold." Mother insisted on giving the cotton-padded coat to Chu Qiao.
Chu Qiao pretended to be strong and straightened her body, patting her chest.
"Mom, you see, I am very strong. When I was young, my three concubine sisters were all beaten to bruises and bruises by me."
After saying that, Chu Qiao grinned. In fact, at that time, every time she was beaten by three concubine sisters, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen. She could hardly get up, but she lowered her head to hide from her mother, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. After all, three of them beat one.
, Miss Chu Si still suffered a loss.
After comforting her mother, Chu Qiao turned around and ran out of the mountain temple. She was in the misty snow. She couldn't help sneezing hard. Although she was in good health, she was wearing so little in such a cold weather.
He was instantly frozen.
"Freezing, freezing to death..."
Chu Qiao stretched her limbs and jumped forward. As she ran, she muttered, "If the weather freezes to death, Miss Chu Fourth, Miss Chu will definitely go to the capital and fight for her alive or dead."
But Chu Qiao didn't have even a piece of silver in her body. She went out to look for food, and either begged or robbed it.
Growing up, I have been in fights and been beaten, but I have never been robbed. I hope it won't reach that point.
Within one mile of the mountain temple, there were several houses, which were closed in the dim light because of the heavy snow, strong wind, and deep night.
Chu Qiao finally walked over with a deep kick and then a shallow kick. After knocking on the door, the lights in the house went out. No one even asked questions, and no one was willing to pay attention to her.
Speaking of which, it is not surprising that these residents were indifferent. Some time ago, there were robbers in the neighborhood. They knocked on doors at night and robbed them, killing several families. Who is not afraid of this? How can they open the door in the middle of the night?
Chu Qiao stood in the snow, her legs were numb from the cold, she jumped several times and lost consciousness.
It's been about half an hour since I came out. Not to mention medicine, I haven't even gotten any food. If I continue looking like this, I will freeze to death.
what to do?
Just when Chu Qiao was panicking, the sound of bells suddenly came from the heavy snow flying in the distance.
Is there a carriage? Chu suddenly became energetic.