Her guards

Chapter 9 Yang Luo's Rebirth

Yang Luo squatted in the corner with his knees drawn up to his chest. When someone passed by, he and the beggars around him reached out and shouted, "Please have mercy!"

Perhaps it was because she was thin and her face was dirty, but she inexplicably looked delicate. An old woman saw her, hesitated for a moment, and then took a piece of cake from her basket and put it in Yang Luo's hand.

Yang Luo thanked him repeatedly. She wanted to eat heartily, but then she saw the little beggar beside her looking on with envy. She sighed inwardly, divided the steamed bun in half, and handed it to him. The little beggar happily began to eat.

Yang Luo took a bite of the steamed bun and found it somewhat amusing. She never imagined she would be reduced to begging, and in just three or four days, she had already gotten used to it. From initially finding it hard to swallow, she had now become adept at begging, even putting on a pitiful look...

It turns out that she could endure any hardship in order to survive.

Besides, it will be fine once Ah Sheng comes back.

The thought flashed through Yang Luo's mind, and she was somewhat stunned. In her heart, this young hunter had truly become a source of support.

In my line of sight, a boy holding a bamboo pole and carrying a basket on his back swayed as he walked towards me.

"Ah Sheng!"

Yang Luo stood up happily, grabbed the pancake, and rushed over.

Mo Zheng looked at the girl running over and responded with an "oh".

Yang Luo handed him the sesame cake in her hand, her face beaming: "It's a sesame cake from Wang Po's shop. My mother used to buy it for me all the time. It's quite delicious."

After she finished speaking, she saw the few bites she had taken on the steamed bun and felt a little embarrassed.

I ate a little.

Mo Zheng seemed surprised that her first words were this. She pursed her thin lips and said, "Although I finished work today, I was given a meal this morning. I ate half a pot by myself, which is enough to last me all day. You can eat by yourself."

Yang Luo seemed to only then remember what he had been doing, her eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness as she asked in a low voice, "Did you get it?"

Mo Zheng nodded and said in a low voice, "There was a box buried at the location you mentioned, filled with gold and silver. For the past three days, I've taken some out every night and hidden it in the fields by the roadside outside the town, and I managed to bring it all out successfully."

After listening, Yang Luo turned and walked away.

Mo Zheng was stunned for a moment, then saw Yang Luo hand the half-eaten pancake in her hand to a little beggar squatting in the corner, and then stride back.

"Come on, now that we have money, why bother with steamed buns?" she said. "Let's go to a restaurant and have a good meal!"

Mo Zheng couldn't help but smile.

However, if they wanted to have a good meal at a restaurant, they needed to spend money elsewhere first. Yang Luo took Mo Zheng to buy new clothes, then found an inn and booked a room. They washed up and changed into new clothes.

Yang Luo changed her clothes and came out. She couldn't help but raise her hand and sniff her arm. The inn was still too simple. There were no fresh flowers provided, but the fragrance of soapberry was still pleasant.

Since escaping that night, she only wiped away the bloodstains. Later, she came to the county town to beg for money, and had to rely on being dirty to hide her identity. She had never seen a mirror, but she could imagine what a mud-covered person she looked like.

However, with life and death at hand, he couldn't care less about anything else. Yang Luo couldn't help but sniff his sleeve again, thinking it shouldn't smell bad now.

The door beside me creaked open.

"Ah Sheng, you've changed..." Yang Luo said, then looked over, her words trailing off as her eyes lit up, "It looks really good."

"Beautiful?" Mo Zheng glanced at the blue robe she was wearing.

When he mentioned getting new clothes, he reminded Yang Luo to just buy ordinary clothes. It wasn't a good time to stand out in front of others, so what he was wearing now wasn't much different from the gray cloth robes he wore as the hunter boy, except that the new clothes were made of better fabric and had a better cut.

Yang Luo also felt that the hunter boy was not much different from before. His face had been washed, but it was still a bit grayish-black from the wind and sun in the mountains.

But it still looks great, clean and neat.

“You’ll be even more handsome when you’re older and your features have developed,” Yang Luo said, looking at the boy’s face with a hint of reminiscence. “And you’ll be even more handsome when you smile.”

Mo Zheng's eyes flickered slightly: "You can even foresee what I'll look like in the future?"

Yang Luo's expression stiffened, her gaze darting left and right. "No, I don't have that kind of ability. There's no need for prophecy. Whether it looks good or not, you can tell at a glance. We women are best at this." With that, she stepped forward. "Let's go eat, I'm starving." Mo Zheng naturally noticed her evasiveness, but didn't press further. This girl had revealed her secret once or twice before, but if someone has one or two secrets, then naturally they'll have three or four…

It doesn't matter, he doesn't care.

“Miss,” he said, stepping past Yang Luo and shaking the bamboo pole he was carrying, “let me clear the way for you.”

He was her bodyguard, Yang Luo couldn't help but laugh. She coughed lightly, slowed her pace, and walked gracefully and quietly.

……

……

"What? You saw my mother's coffin, and there was another version of me inside?"

During the meal, Mo Zheng told her about the strange things he had seen in Baima Town.

Yang Luo was clearly unaware and hadn't expected this, and stood up in surprise.

Mo Zheng gestured for her to sit down. Fortunately, they were seated at a table near the back. There weren't many people in the restaurant at the moment. Since they were young and couldn't drink alcohol or order many dishes, the waiters didn't bother to serve them.

Yang Luo took a deep breath and sat down, biting her lower lip: "Is it a hoax created by the government or the murderer?"

Mo Zheng shook his head: "Judging from the posture of the bodies, they were embracing each other before they died." He looked at Yang Luo and asked in a low voice, "Do you know what the situation was like at home before you escaped?"

Yang Luo stared blankly, her hands clenched tightly in front of her.

“My mother pushed me out and told me to leave,” she murmured. “I thought my mother would come soon, so I left.”

Then the bandits stormed in, but my mother didn't come with them, and the house caught fire.

Fire ignites from within.

Is it the mother's place, or is it the fire that the mother herself set?

The firelight flickered before her eyes, and her mother's face appeared and disappeared intermittently.

“I knew this day would come…” I could almost hear my mother’s voice amidst the chaos of that night, “A-Luo, you have to live, you must live.”

Amidst my chaotic thoughts, I heard Mo Zheng's voice.

"...You previously said that there were spies of thugs in the government. I think perhaps your mother was trying to mislead them and create the illusion that you were dead."

"You're safe now..."

Yang Luo stared blankly for a moment, then seemed to remember something else.

So the mother did this to protect her and to make her escape, creating the illusion that she was dead.

In other words, her mother believed her!
Her mother believed what she said back then, something so absurd!

Yang Luo's tears fell.

Yes, she had actually been deceiving the young hunter all along. She wasn't some kind of prophet; she was someone who had died and been reborn.

She is not actually the fourteen-year-old Yang Luo.

She is Yang Luo, who is nineteen years old.

Yang Luo is the daughter of Yang Luo, who lived in the capital for five years after her mother's death, having been recognized by the Ding'an Duke's family.

Five years later, Yang Luo died on her wedding day. When she opened her eyes again, she saw her mother, who had already died, and returned to the night before her mother died.

(End of this chapter)