Farmhouse life after traveling back to ancient times

"When I left Beijing earlier, the emperor said that one son was enough for him."

After a long while, Erlang let out a long sigh and said.

Du Wenxiu asked again: "What does Erlang think about this matter?"

Jiro smiled bitterly and shook his head: "What do I think? No, my opinion is not important."

"If it weren't for Captain Lu saving me, I would have been killed by the sword by now, so what's the point of talking about my opinion?"

Seeing his helpless and desolate face, Du Wenxiu could not help but sigh, saying, "What about imperial power and wealth?

"Power is dazzling, and it's lonely to be at the top. Maybe it's different from what ordinary people like us think."

Du Wenxiu sighed.

But Erlang sneered, "Power dazzles the eyes, and the king, his subjects, and his son are all thrown away."

"The Emperor has always favored Concubine Yu. When the Emperor first entered the Imperial City, I followed my father to the palace to congratulate him. The look in Concubine Yu's eyes when she looked at my father and me was as if she wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible."

"Later, even when he called me back, my father asked me to claim I was sick and face these great fears on my own."

Erlang lowered his voice and muttered to himself. If you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear it.

Du Wenxiu looked at the boy in front of him, who was only twelve or thirteen years old.

But the anger on his face was so real.

"Erlang, do you want to sit in that seat?" Du Wenxiu suddenly asked.

Jiro looked up at her, his eyes somewhat confused.

"I don't know. I don't know what's so good about that position. But if I could sit on it, I would definitely not be an emperor like him."

"Madam Du, tell me, in this heavenly family, who comes first, the person or the king?"

Du Wenxiu shook his head and said, "I don't know. But you can choose for yourself, to be a human first, or to be a king first."

After Erlang listened, he remained silent for a long time, until it was dark outside and he heard a voice calling for dinner outside the yard.

He then slowly stood up from his chair and bowed deeply to Du Wenxiu.

"If I can sit in that position in the future, I will never forget what Madam Du taught me today."

This time, Du Wenxiu did not dodge.

After dinner, everyone went back to their own rooms. It was cool in the morning and evening and hot in the afternoon, so there was no need to sleep together at night.

Sitting in front of the window, Du Wenxiu couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

For the sake of that throne, he was willing to even kill his own son and grandson. What's the point of being an emperor?

Du Wenxiu shook her head, she couldn’t understand.

He reached out to close the window and prepared to go to bed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the window, one, two, three...

"Who is it?" Du Wenxiu asked in a low voice.

"It's me, Lu Er Niang." The person outside the window also lowered his voice.

Du Wenxiu was silent for a moment, turned around and went to the outer room and opened the door.

Lu Er Niang flashed in and pulled off the veil on her face. Her face was sweaty and looked a little pale.

"Mrs. Lu, I'm sorry to bother you with your late night visit." For some reason, Lu Er Niang spoke in a weak voice today.

Du Wenxiu looked at her in her nightgown, with her hair hanging down over her forehead, looking a little disheveled.

"What do you want from me?" she asked cautiously.

But Lu Er Niang grinned, with a hint of pain on her face. Her body tilted and she supported herself on the corner of the table before she could steady herself.

"Are you hurt?" Du Wenxiu quickly reached out to support her, and a faint smell of blood came from her nose.

Then I saw that she was holding her lower abdomen tightly with one hand, as if she was seriously injured.

"Mrs. Lu, please help me boil some hot water." Lu Er Niang groaned and sat sideways in the chair.

Du Wenxiu was afraid that she was seriously injured, so he did not dare to delay and hurried to the kitchen to light a fire, not wanting to alarm Qi Sanniang who was standing next to her.

"Why are you boiling water now?"

Qi Sanniang had just taken off her clothes and was about to go to bed when she heard the noise and came out to see Du Wenxiu busy boiling water. She couldn't help but ask.

"You're sweating all over. I'll boil some water for a shower." Du Wenxiu said, and urged her to go to bed.

Qi Sanniang refused to leave and insisted on helping her boil water. Du Wenxiu had no choice but to let her do what she wanted.

When the water was ready, he refused to let her deliver water. As they were arguing, Haisheng's crying was heard from the room, and Du Wenxiu finally got away.

I lifted the curtain and entered the room, but I didn't see Lu Er Niang, but I heard a muffled groan coming from the west room.

"Madam Lu, the hot water is ready. I'll bring it to you right away." Du Wenxiu said softly.

"Wait a minute." Lu Erniang's low voice came from inside. Du Wenxiu stopped immediately, thinking that it might be inconvenient for her.

A snow-white hand stretched out from under the navy blue door curtain, lifted the curtain, revealing Lu Er Niang's pale face.

"Thank you, Madam Du. Give me the hot water." She reached out to take the copper basin. Du Wenxiu glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that her clothes seemed to be torn at the waist.

Lu Er Niang took the copper basin filled with hot water, her brows furrowed, as if she was in unbearable pain.

Du Wenxiu dodged and squeezed into the inner room. He looked at Lu Erniang with some pride, but saw that she was leaning one arm on the bathtub, but was unable to support herself.

Du Wenxiu hurried forward to help her up, and at that moment she inadvertently glanced at the corner of her clothes flying up due to the movement, and was shocked.

Under the edge of the clothes, there was a fist-sized bloody patch on the dark blue skin, mixed with blood dripping, which was a horrible sight. Du Wenxiu was frightened to death.

"It's too horrifying. I didn't want you to see it." Lu Er Niang smiled bitterly, but her men did not stop.

He endured the pain and used a wet clean towel to wipe the area around the wound, revealing the wound's original appearance.

He ran the knife over the lamp again, folded another dry towel, put it in his mouth, and bit it with his silver teeth.

It was in vain that he couldn't help but howl after cutting the wound.

Du Wenxiu felt dizzy when he saw her doing this to him. He heard her scream "Ah" and thought to himself "It's bad".

Sure enough, Qi Sanniang was still awake outside. When she heard the shouting, she stood in the yard and called her, asking what was going on.

Du Wenxiu looked at Lu Erniang who was about to faint with her eyes closed, gritted his teeth, walked to the window, and said rather embarrassedly:

"Don't worry, Auntie. I, I, I can't poop..."

After saying this, Qi Sanniang stopped pushing the door and said with a smile, "I thought something was wrong. I'll get you some honey to mix with water. You'll be fine tomorrow."

Du Wenxiu hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Auntie. It's getting late. If you drink it, you'll have to get up again. It's better to make it tomorrow."

Qi Sanniang smiled and covered her mouth with her hands, then turned around and went back to her room.

Du Wenxiu turned around and saw that Lu Erniang, who was already shaky, had tilted her head and fell to the side. He quickly went to support her.

The weight of over a hundred pounds pressed on her body, making her grimace in pain. She forced herself to stand up, and Lu Er Niang forced her eyelids open and forced a smile.

"Thank you very much. It's hard for you."

Du Wenxiu's face flushed, and she gritted her teeth and said, "It's okay, you're not seriously ill..."

Lu Erniang: “…”

Using all her strength, Du Wenxiu helped her back to the inner room. Lu Erniang reached into her clothes and took out a seemingly ordinary white porcelain bottle.

"Please, Madam Lu, sprinkle this medicine on the wound."

Du Wenxiu took it and saw that there was not even a label on it. Was she so sure that she would not take the wrong medicine when she was in so much pain?