Traveling through ancient times to escape famine, the prince led me to rebel

"Asshole!!"

Luo Xiaoran watched as Uncle Li picked up the defenseless killer with one hand and laid him horizontally on the horse. He then jumped on the horse himself, shook the reins hard, and galloped towards Yizhou.

The action was done in one go, without any hesitation.

I watched him deceive me, I watched him kill the assassin, I watched him abandon Chen'er, and I watched him leave pretending to be cool.

Luo Xiaoran's heart is extremely complicated.

She was tired, exhausted both physically and mentally.

After killing so many assassins, I especially felt like I couldn’t lift my arms.

Oh, no, I couldn’t lift my arm because I was still holding the little Xingchen that was stuffed into my hand by Uncle Li.

It’s okay now that he’s dizzy, but who knows what he’ll do when he wakes up later!

Uncle Li, you really left me a mess.

While driving, Luo Xiaoran cursed him in her heart: I hadn't even said yes yet, but he knocked Xiao Xingchen unconscious and forced the baby into my arms.

Can you knock a child unconscious at will? What if the child's head is damaged? What a jerk!

And he was given to someone else to continue the family line. Who was he given to? What if the family he found abused him?

Besides, Xiao Xingchen is so handsome. Can ordinary people give birth to a child as good-looking as him?

What if someone has bad intentions and sells him to a dirty place? ······

Uncle Li, you are just an old bastard. I used to think you were unreliable, but now it seems you are right! You are just an old bastard!

After cursing Uncle Li a thousand times in her heart, Luo Xiaoran felt a little better, but her brain was thinking some strange things again.

For example, Uncle Li and Xiao Xingchen don’t look alike at all. Xiao Xingchen looks very delicate, like a little fairy boy, especially with his pair of phoenix eyes, which makes him pretty and cute.

Uncle Li's appearance was a little rough, and his pair of haggard, deep-set eyes made him look gloomy. If it weren't for his cheerful personality, he would have looked like a pool of stagnant water.

So, maybe they are not actually grandparents and grandchildren?

Uncle Li said that Chen'er had an extraordinary background and someone wanted to hunt him down. If Uncle Li was Chen'er's biological grandfather, he should have clearly said that he was hunting down both of them, instead of just Chen'er.

But then again, in this relationship, Uncle Li has always played the role of protecting Xiao Xingchen's life at any cost. If he was not his biological grandson, it would be difficult to do this, right?

Could it be that Uncle Li is a loyal servant of Xiao Xingchen's parents? In order to repay his master's kindness, he protects their child for him? It's not impossible.

However, these can only be clarified when that bastard Uncle Li comes to find them.

I wonder if he can escape unscathed from this trip? Even if he survives by chance, will he be willing to go back to find Xiao Xingchen and me?

Luo Xiaoran rubbed her head which was aching from thinking too much, but found that her hands were gone. There was a child on her hands, but the child was now unconscious from being pressed down.

Luo Xiaoran quickly put Xiao Xingchen into the carriage and covered her with a blanket. The red-maned horse was ridden away by Uncle Li, and the better green horse was left to her and Xiao Xingchen.

The carriage contained all the items they had used throughout the journey.

In fact, the main reason for entering Qingzhou City was just to replenish some dry food.

We left early this morning and the breakfast stalls were not open yet. As for the dry food in the car, Uncle Li had to pay the innkeeper to buy out the few remaining dry food and vegetables and meat in the store at a high price.

Uncle Li left all his money here, including silver, copper coins, and banknotes. Together with the silver and jewelry in Luo Xiaoran's hands, it should be enough to last for a long time.

What Luo Xiaoran didn't expect was that after Xiao Xingchen woke up, he didn't cry or make a fuss, but just became dazed and didn't want to speak.

When she talked to him, he would respond, nodding or shaking his head, or staring at Luo Xiaoran with his big eyes and his little mouth tightly pursed.

Little Xingchen must have been completely unprepared to be abandoned in such a tragic way by that bastard Uncle Li. He was traumatized and had a knot in his heart, and was unwilling to speak.

Luo Xiaoran felt very distressed and tried various methods to get him to speak, but to no avail.

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Ten days passed in a flash, and Yizhou City was in front of them.

Yizhou is indeed the leader of the seven states in the north. The city gate is more imposing than that of the other states. Even the number of people coming and going in front of the city gate is three to four times that of Qingzhou.

Luo Xiaoran parked the carriage under a big poplar tree not far from the city gate, looked at the people coming and going in front of the city gate, and nodded in approval.

She scanned the area carefully, observing intently, then extended her slender jade fingers and opened her red lips slightly:

"Little rooster, I'll choose whoever you point at!"

He pointed to a plump woman in a rose-red dress, with a big pink peony on her head and a huge black mole at the corner of her mouth. Her butt swayed as she walked, and a handkerchief flew around in her hand.

Could it be that she is a matchmaker going out of town to propose marriage? No, no! Order another one.

Hey, this is good!

A bullock cart was pulling a group of people in simple clothes.

The driver was a dark and thin old man. There were seven or eight men and women sitting on the ox cart. They should be from the same village. They went to the city for some reason and now returned to the village together.

Luo Xiaoran, holding a dogtail grass in her mouth, followed slowly in her carriage.

A dark-skinned but stout woman sitting on the ox cart glanced at Luo Xiaoran behind her several times, then turned around and shouted to the old man driving the cart:

"Uncle Niu, there's a horse-drawn carriage following us. It's so impressive. It's been following us all the way. I wonder what it's doing?"

The old coachman, Uncle Niu, heard this and turned around to look back, and sure enough, there was a spacious carriage following them.

The driver was a "handsome young man" who looked gentle and refined. His every move was generous and free and easy, and he didn't look like an ordinary person.

Uncle Niu took a quick look and turned around to continue herding the cattle.

"Well, his is a horse-drawn carriage, and ours is an ox-drawn carriage. Are you still afraid that he might have ill intentions and want to take our ox-drawn carriage?

Besides, even if he has bad intentions, he is just one person. There are nearly ten of us, including the driver and the villagers sitting in the car. Do we still need to be afraid of him?

If he dares to act rashly, you, Zhao Cuilan, can take care of him alone!"

Zhao Cuilan laughed so hard that Uncle Niu shuddered.

"Uncle Niu, please stop making fun of me. How can a woman like me deal with anyone?"

Uncle Niu scratched his frightened ears, raised his thumbs and replied:

"Don't be so modest. In our entire Hexi Village, everyone knows you, Zhao Cuilan. Not only are you strong, but you're also an expert at farm work!

You are a straightforward and righteous person. If someone has a problem at home and needs to ask you for help, you will go whenever you are free."

As soon as Uncle Niu finished speaking, the people in the car echoed him one after another. They were all people who had been helped by Zhao Cuilan.

Zhao Cuilan waved her hands quickly, facing the people in the car, but replied to Uncle Niu:

"Uncle Niu, you are really embarrassing me by saying that.

We are all from the same village, and we are all from the same town. If we don't help each other, do we have to trip each other up? We will be criticized by others!"