Traveled to ancient times and became a cheap little dad

The wheels creaked and the car body shook. Jiang Yun opened her eyes during the bumpy ride and tilted her head to see the burning candle.

Under the candlelight, a tall figure sat beside the small bed. He swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, I want to drink some water."

The tall figure was obviously startled, Jiang Yun supported himself with his hands and sat up, "Brother, why are you ignoring me? I want to drink some water."

"I'm telling you, I just had a nightmare. I dreamed about..."

Jing Zhou poured a glass of water, turned around and looked at him with a smile, "What did you dream about?"

Jiang Yun's eyes suddenly widened, "You..."

It turns out that everything just now was not a dream. Where is my brother? Is Xiao Qin still alive?

"What's wrong? Are you thirsty? Drink the water that my brother poured for you. You are the first one who dared to ask me to pour water for you."

The cup of water was close to her lips, but Jiang Yun suddenly waved her hand and knocked it down, angrily asking, "What did you do to Xiao Qin?"

"Where are you taking me? Let me go, let me go."

Jing Zhou stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, a hint of amusement flashed across his eyes, "He, is dead."

His pupils suddenly shrank, and he had only one thought in his mind. He pulled out the hairpin and stabbed hard, but his wrist was grabbed.

The big hand twisted it hard, and there was a click, the sound of a bone dislocated.

"If you want to assassinate me, you can do it."

Jiang Yun held his injured right hand and kept shrinking back until he reached a corner, staring at the person in front of him.

Because of the pain, tears as big as beans kept falling, but she bit her lower lip tightly and refused to make a sound.

Jing Zhou saw that his face turned pale from the pain, the corners of his eyes turned red, and he curled up into a ball with his arms hugged. It really looked like he was being robbed.

"Tsk, are you really a man? Why are you crying so much?"

Jiang Yun answered him by hugging himself even tighter, shrinking into the corner, even lowering her head, but her eyes were still looking at him warily.

Jing Zhou was shocked, and got up and got out of the carriage. Soon the carriage stopped, "Come out, don't force me to go in and drag you in."

It was still dark, but the guards had already started a fire and were heating up the food they had brought with them. There was even a pot of stewing something on the fire.

Jiang Yun didn't want to go out, but thinking that she might be able to take the opportunity to escape, she forced herself to get out of the carriage despite her discomfort.

The carriage was waist-high. In the past, Ling Yun would hold him or put a stool there, but now there was no one to take care of him. He squatted down slowly, being careful not to touch his injured hand, but he still fell down.

The sound of the fall attracted the attention of others, but no one came to help him until he finally stood up.

Jing Zhou frowned and glanced at him, "Mrs. Ling is really squeamish. She even fell down when she got off the carriage. It's really eye-opening."

"Ha ha ha ha"

Jing Zhou deliberately laughed at and humiliated him, and the other guards naturally followed suit and laughed at him.

Jiang Yun lowered his head, found a place far away from them, squatted down, leaned his back against a tree, and tried to reduce his presence.

Jing Zhou winked at Leng Yi, who understood and walked up to Jiang Yun with steamed buns and dried meat.

"Eat."

Looking at the familiar figure and mask, Jiang Yun remembered that it was this person who had injured Qin Zijun with the sword.

He raised his intact left hand and waved it vigorously, "I don't want the murderer's food."

Leng Yi didn't expect him to react so strongly. His pretty face was now full of tear marks, but his eyes were filled with indomitable spirit and stubbornness.

The cold and hard face under the mask frowned slightly and put the food on the ground one step away.

When Leng Yi stood up and left, Jiang Yun suddenly grabbed the steamed bun and smashed it hard on Leng Yi's back. Her chest heaved violently with anger.

Jing Zhou glanced at him coldly and said, "Since you don't want to eat, then never eat. I want to see how long you can hold on."

After resting for two hours, Jiang Yun still hadn't found a chance to escape, and dawn had already arrived, so the group set out again.

The carriage was very quiet, with the occasional sound of Jing Zhou flipping through a book.

Jiang Yun was still huddled in the corner of the carriage, head lowered. "Why did you arrest me? We have no grudges against each other. I saved you and helped you find the assassin."

Jing Zhou's eyes never left the book. "I've noticed you for a long time. You're idle all day long, uneducated, but you've charmed my stupid brother."

"Not only that, Ling Yun is young and promising, but he has become your slave. You are now wearing women's clothes, which is quite appropriate."

"I want to know what Jingchen meant by living a carefree and happy life with you."

He paused and turned to look at the person in the corner, "I also want to see what charm you have that makes so many people like you."

"I like you so much that you dare to be my enemy and I am willing to lose my life."

Jiang Yun thought of countless possibilities. He thought he had threatened him with a gun, but he didn't know he would have such an outrageous reason. "You, you are simply crazy. You want to kill someone for this reason."

"Hahahaha, I thought you were going to say something more vicious. It seems like you're not very good at swearing."

"you,,,"

Jiang Yun rushed over to fight him, but was thrown away. She fumbled for a pillow and threw it at him, but Jing Zhou grabbed it. "You still have the energy to throw things, so you don't have to eat lunch."

Not only that, he also said in a yin-yang way, "I know that Madam Ling will never eat the food of her enemies, so I won't force you."

Jiang Yun looked at his leaving back with red eyes. She felt her head was heavy and lowered her head, feeling drowsy.

In a trance, the carriage began to sway forward again. Jing Zhou occasionally said a few words, but Jiang Yun did not respond, but just kept his eyes open.

It was already night again, and Jiang Yun hadn't had a drop of water for a whole day and night.

The lips that were once rosy and plump were now as pale as paper and had cracks.

Jiang Yun still held her right hand and stayed away from them.

Seeing that his legs were unsteady and his steps were staggering, Jing Zhou walked over with a water bag and some dried meat.

"I give this to you, eat it."

With Jing Zhou's slightly mocking expression, Jiang Yun took the dried meat and water bag, and then smashed them hard.

The water bag burst open, splashing water all over the ground, and some water fell on Jing Zhou.

He waved his hands and patted them, then suddenly squatted down and grabbed Jiang Yun's left hand, "If you still have the guts to hit someone, I see you don't want this hand anymore."

As she spoke, she exerted force directly. With a click, Jiang Yun bit her lower lip tightly. Blood seeped out of her cracked lips. Her eyes were red as she stared at him.

Jing Zhou threw him to the ground with force, and his wrist hit the ground. Jiang Yun gasped in pain.

After the people walked away, Jiang Yun struggled to get up, clasped her hands in her arms, lowered her head, and let her tears fall to the ground one by one. She sobbed softly, "Brother, I miss you so much."

(o﹏o?) blew gently on his wrist, murmuring, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it will stop hurting soon."

He curled up into a ball and leaned against a tree. The hot air he exhaled warmed his palms and he slowly closed his eyes.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto the ground, and the group began to pack up.

Leng Yi came over to report, "Your Majesty, there is a town 50 miles ahead, shall we stop by to rest?"

"On our way."

"Yes."

Jing Zhou responded, and after a quick wash, he saw Jiang Yun still sleeping.

He really just kept curling up, with his head down, not feeling uncomfortable. His originally skinny body now curled up like a wounded animal.

He walked over, kicked his leg, and said coldly, "Jiang Yun, get up."

As a result, the person showed no reaction and sneered, "Why, you want to play tricks again."

As he said this, he kicked hard with his foot, and Jiang Yun's body softened and fell directly to the ground.

His eyes were closed, his face was as white as paper, and his chest barely rose or fell.