Marrying a village tyrant husband with space, being spoiled by the in-laws

The yellow-haired bird opened its beak and gasped for breath. It was so tired. It flew too fast and its wings were smoking.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"It was Ermao. When Ermao was out looking for food with a group of birds, he was shot by a group of soldiers. They also shot and killed many of our birds, skinned them and roasted them over the fire. The roasting oil was sizzling and smoking. The arrow that shot Ermao was poisoned. Young Master, Ermao may be dying soon!"

"Where are Ermao and his godfather? Take me there quickly."

Yu Suihuan was immediately anxious when she heard this! Ermao was a good person, he had helped her many times and was loyal to her. She couldn't just watch Ermao die like this.

"Did something happen?"

Seeing his wife's anxious expression, he couldn't understand the bird's speech and didn't know what the little yellow bird said to Yu Suihuan.

"Sir, a good friend of mine, a bird, was shot by soldiers. Now his life is in danger. I want to rush over to save him."

"But the city gates are already closed at this hour. Unless there is a major incident, the city gates are not allowed to be opened."

Li Chengjin also became anxious. When the two of them were in Yu Mansion, it was fortunate that the birds rescued them, otherwise it would have been difficult for the two of them to escape.

Yu Suihuan thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case. If it was really outside the city, she would have to fly there. If she had known this earlier, she would have tried every means to live in it.

"Huangmao, Ermao and foster father, are they inside or outside the city?

"Young Master, there is no need to leave the city. Just keep going along that road and you will see a large forest. The king and his men can rest there."

"Come on, take me there!"

Yu Suihuan couldn't think so much at the moment. The most important thing was to save Ermao.

The two of them quietly left the house and planned to slip out through the back door.

Li Chengjin came to the stable in the backyard and led a horse out without making a sound.

"My lady, it will be faster if we go there on horseback."

"This horse listens to you so much, but it doesn't even bark when you lead it out?!"

Yu Suihuan thought it was amazing that she could speak animal language, but she didn't expect that her husband also had this ability.

"Maybe it got along with me, so when I pulled it out, it followed me voluntarily."

Li Chengjin jumped onto the horse and stretched out his hand to Yu Suihuan.

"Come up quickly."

The man's palms were warm and strong. The moment he pulled her up, he suddenly exerted force and lifted her up and placed her on the horse's back.

"Hold on tight, don't fall down."

"drive!"

Yu Suihuan didn't have time to think about it and hugged Li Chengjin's waist tightly with both hands.

Only when I touched it did I realize that my man had something on his body. It was hard and full of muscles. His waist must be very strong!

A pair of slender little hands tightly wrapped around his waist, as if they were hugging the tip of Li Chengjin's heart, and his heart was in turmoil.

In the silent night, the only sound is the clattering of horses’ hooves.

Huangmao led the way, and the two of them rode their horses at full speed towards the woods.

The dirt roads in ancient times were not smooth to begin with, and the horses were even more jolted when they galloped, and Yu Suihuan's excitement was also ruined by the bumps.

I still remember watching TV dramas before, it felt good for the hero and heroine to ride horses together. But when it was really her turn to ride a horse, the feeling was not as good as she had imagined.

After the horses ran for about half an hour, they could see a small river. Looking forward along the winding river, they saw flickering lights and two tents set up not far from the river. It seemed that there were people there.

The intermittent, shrill screams of a woman drifted into my ears with the wind, which was particularly scary.

These officers and soldiers are truly evil and must have robbed decent women!

"Young Master, the two tents in front are the soldiers who injured Ermao. They didn't give up and searched the woods again but didn't find them before giving up."

"Come on, take me to see Ermao first."

Although Yu Suihuan was filled with hatred, now was not the time to deal with them.

The two men led their horses and walked quietly into the woods.

After many twists and turns, they finally saw Ermao, dying, in a dense bush.

He usually looks majestic and energetic, but now he is so weak that he seems like he is going to die at any time.

"Ermao, wuwu, my Ermao, how did you get hurt so badly? The injury is on your body, but the pain is on my heart. Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

Yu Suihuan's sadness came from the heart. She casually pulled out a large leaf and took out some spiritual spring water.

"My dear Ermao, come and drink some water. Your injury will heal faster after drinking this water."

Yu Suihuan held the water in one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other. He was about to say something when he was interrupted by the sound of a bird behind him.

"Young Master, you are crying for the wrong person. The one who is injured is Sanmao. I am here, Ermao!"

Yu Suihuan's movements came to an abrupt halt.

Ah!

Is it Sanmao who was injured?

She looked carefully at the tuft of hair on the heads of the two birds and found that Sanmao was indeed the one who was injured.

The wrong bird was crying. Don’t you think this is embarrassing? Yu Suihuan turned around and gave Huangmao a cold look. It was all its fault.

"Next time, make it clear who was hurt!"

"Master, I didn't mean it. I heard someone was injured but I didn't hear clearly whether it was Ermao or Sanmao."

Huangmao smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"Sanmao, my Sanmao, don't worry, the young master won't let you suffer this for no reason!"

Yu Suihuan fed Sanmao a lot of spiritual spring water, and used it to clean his wounds. He found some golden wound medicine from the space, sprinkled it with a layer, and wrapped it with white cotton cloth.

She couldn't help but sigh once again, space is such a good thing.

"Okay, don't worry, Sanmao. The wound will scab over in three to five days. It will be almost healed in ten days or half a month."

"Fortunately my son knows medical skills, otherwise Sanmao would be in great danger today."

The King of Golden Mouth snorted coldly after saying this.

"Those humans are so abominable. They hurt my men for no reason and even skinned and boned them and roasted them over the fire. I want to eat them all to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

"Your Majesty, calm down. Those people have swords and arrows on them. Although we can fly, they are not as skilled in archery. Moreover, the arrows are poisonous. Don't be impulsive!"

Ermao quickly jumped out to comfort them. Even though the injured one was his own brother, he couldn't ignore the danger to all the birds just for the sake of revenge.

"Godfather, calm down first. Revenge must be taken. Let me think of a way. Ermao, have you found out how many people there are in this gang?"

"Young Master, I have been observing them for the whole afternoon. There are six of them in total. Each of them rides a horse. They don't seem to be from the Central Plains and speak strangely."

"They were also pulling a carriage with a very large and sturdy iron cage in the back. Inside was a huge snow-white tiger that looked about the same size as the Golden Eyed King."

A little sparrow jumped out and reported the surveillance results to Yu Suihuan.

"Young Master, they are indeed not from the Central Plains, but barbarians. I have been to the wild land before, and the barbarians look like them, and speak the same way."

A white-crowned bird nearby continued.

"Since they have swords and arrows in their hands, our ability to fly does not give us much of an advantage. We cannot use force against them. It seems we can only outsmart them."

Yu Suihuan touched her chin and thought, long-range attack is not possible, close attack requires a vanguard with extremely high combat power. Suddenly, a good idea came to her mind.

"Godfather, why did you not see my second uncle?"