The red boxes that were originally crowded in the small courtyard were all cleared today.
Mi Xiayao was calculating the expenses on the road, and Song Qiao walked into the house with good news and clear eyes.
"Last night, according to the girl's instructions, I sent the trustee of the bargain sale contract to the Duan Mansion, but I heard that there was already a panic in the courtyard."
"The old woman took the initiative to raise Ms. Lin as an aunt. Although Ms. Lin is in confinement, due to lack of manpower, she still has to serve this old woman in the winter. I say she deserves it!"
Song Qiao spat at the Duan family across the street, and then said, "I heard that the man in prison is seriously ill and they can't come up with the money. They are selling off the furniture right now."
That day, after Mi Xiayao forced Duan Honglin to sign the divorce letter, she personally cut off the cooperation between the family and her dowry, and took the opportunity to buy a lot of worthless things that she couldn't take away.
It can be said that the Duan family's accounts were turned into a pot of rotten porridge.
"The old woman was so angry that she fainted again when she saw the names of the slaves and the silver coins on the contract."
When Mi Xiayao heard this, she didn't look happy at all. After sorting out the expenses, she motioned to Song Qiao to pack her luggage.
"If you use money to redeem someone, you are most likely to be caught and sentenced to bribery at the end of the year. The minimum penalty is three times the tax, and the worst case is moving to the deserted border. Their 'luck' is yet to come."
Song Qiao quickly packed up her few luggage. When she heard what the girl said, she let out a surprised sound.
The escort at the outer gate of the small courtyard had been waiting for a long time. Mi Xiayao held the baby wrapped in plain cloth and leaned into the carriage. When everyone was gathered, she walked towards the city gate.
In the car, Mi Xiayao was flipping through the contents of the yellow book, which was about technical books such as cast iron sword forging.
They were walking along the main road leading directly to the capital. Less than a hundred kilometers out of Jingzhou City, they heard sudden noises.
She moved neatly, stuffing the book in her hand into the collar of her chest, flattening it, and quickly took the baby in Song Qiao's arms.
Mi Xiayao lowered her voice and said, "Do you still remember what I told you before?"
Song Qiao nodded vigorously.
The day before, when she was planning how to return to the capital with her dowry, she made preparations with Song Qiao in advance.
She concluded that she would not leave Jingzhou City so peacefully. According to the connections the Duan family had cultivated in Jingzhou City over the years, someone must be chasing her to steal her dowry.
So she prepared two plans early in the morning, mixing the dowry into two different escort teams and heading to the capital. Even if someone in the escort team she was in was killed, the troops would have to go in two directions.
"If you don't see me the next day, don't hesitate to ask the escort to escort you directly into the capital. According to what I wrote for you, go to the capital and prepare in advance."
Mi Xiayao tied the swaddling clothes around her body skillfully, and at the same time she did not forget to tell Song Qiao not to mess up her position.
Hearing the sounds of fighting outside getting closer and closer, the bodyguard guarding the door lifted the curtain and said, "Boss, I'm afraid you've encountered a thief. I'll let someone escort you to a safe place. Don't worry about the goods. Our thugs are in Jianghu.
I’ve been walking for so many years and I’ve never missed one!”
Mi Xiayao and Song Qiao looked at each other, and after conveying each other's eyes, they got off the carriage one after another and hid separately in the place directed by the bodyguard.
There was no carriage outside to block the sound, and the sound of swords was even more fierce. With the cold wind blowing in the winter, the baby realized that he had left the warm nest and cried at the top of his voice without hesitation.
"I don't usually see you crying, but at this moment!" Mi Xiayao bit her back teeth and wrapped the large outer cover around the child in her arms, trying to block out the sound.
But the hand speed was still slow. When the nearby thieves with knives saw the "baggage" in Mi Xiayao's arms, many gave up fighting with the thugs and ran straight towards her!
When the escort escorting her saw this, she faced the enemy and asked Mi Xiayao to run towards the forest.
Seeing the group of veiled swordsmen on the avenue coming towards her, Mi Xiayao gritted her teeth. The most important thing now was to hide, and she could only trust the bodyguards to resist this group of people.
At that moment, hugging her tightly, she buried her head in the woods and ran as fast as she could in her life.
The sound of swords fighting behind her was sometimes near and sometimes far away, but how could a woman who had stayed in the house for so long be physically stronger than the group of people behind her.
His legs were aching and weak, and when he had to bravely continue running into the deep forest, a small number of people and horses in front of Mi Xiayao saw this and tightened their saddles one after another.
The group of people quickly identified the battle situation, minimized disturbing the fleeing woman, and bypassed both sides to support the rear.
But Mi Xiayao only wanted to avoid the thieves and didn't pay attention to the people in front of her.
"Why are you running!"
Pei Xingyuan, who was riding on horseback, changed out of his silver flying fish suit and wore a large purple brocade robe and a black cloak.
The man's handsome face was stunned at first, and soon looked at the frightened Mi Xiayao with a joking smile.
The sound of fighting gradually became less and less in the back. The bodyguards who protected Mi Xiayao had different wounds, some deep or shallow. Mi Xiayao reacted and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the person who came was not a member of the Duan family.
Mi Xiayao was somewhat stunned when she saw an unexpected person in front of her.
"It's you again?"
Pei Xingyuan laughed angrily, "I stayed quietly in the deep forest, and there was no way I could run away like some people."
He turned over and dismounted, and when he approached Mi Xiayao, he realized that she was still carrying something in her arms.
After getting closer, the whining sound became clearer. As Mi Xiayao carefully removed her outer clothes, Pei Xingyuan could see clearly what it was.
He raised his eyebrows and couldn't tell anything from his deep eyes, but there was a bit of a smile on his face.
"You and I are just one night away from each other, so why would you give me such a big fat boy so soon?"
Mi Xiayao: "?"
Probably because the speechless look in her eyes was so striking, Pei Xingyuan cleared his throat in embarrassment after finishing speaking.
There was nothing more to say between the two of them, and the atmosphere was solidifying. The subordinates behind him came over supporting the injured bodyguards.
The last subordinate to arrive was dragging a swordsman who was still breathing.
"Master, there is still one alive."
Pei Xingyuan hummed casually, then looked at Mi Xiayao, "May I ask for you?"
There were people from Dali Temple who were specialized in doing things, which saved her a lot of brains, so she nodded without hesitation, "Excuse me."
Pei Xingyuan was choked by her decisive response. He touched his chin, uttered a tongue-in-cheek gesture, and waved his hand to have the living being dragged behind a big tree for secret torture.
The tense atmosphere disappeared, and Mi Xiayao collapsed on the ground.
The child in my arms just cried so hard that he even hiccupped, and his thick eyelashes were clumped with tears.
Mi Xiayao, who had no luck in her previous life, looked at such a child, but her heart was still calm. She wiped her tears twice and patted his back perfunctorily to coax him to sleep.
Just as the child was lying on her chest and falling asleep, a sad cry came from behind the big tree.