Female martial arts fanatics only love to fight, while men fight for their lives.

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When the sky was slightly bright, the rain gradually stopped.

Li Huaiqing woke up feeling sore all over. The first thing he saw was Lou Xiao sitting in front of a fire that was almost burning out, with her head lowered, stirring the ashes with half a stick of firewood, trying to maintain the last bit of warmth in the room.

It was all for him, a frail scholar.

Before Li Huaiqing could say anything excitedly, Lou Xiao dug out a black object covered with ashes from the ashes.

She tried to pick it up, but she pulled her hand back because she felt burned. She rubbed her fingers and looked up to see Li Huaiqing looking at her with a smile on his face.

"You're awake? Just in time."

Lou Xiao used rain water to extinguish the remaining sparks, and pointed at the freshly baked sweet potatoes with his chin, "This is what Ai Ying dug out early in the morning. It's just baked. Let's eat it first."

There was no extra food at A Mao's house, so she gave the food she had with her to A Mao and did not prepare any other dry food.

It’s okay for them, a group of warriors, but Li Huaiqing, a young master from a wealthy family in the capital, will probably not starve.

Li Huaiqing was a little embarrassed. He looked up and looked around and asked Lou Xiao, "…Is A-Mao's sister back?"

He only saw Erliu and the coachman busy with their own things. A Mao should have been sent back to the bedroom by her to sleep. Ai Ying was busy outside the house, so he didn't see any unfamiliar faces.

Lou Xiao shook her head, "No one comes here in the second half of the night."

When Mao wakes up, I don’t know how disappointed he will be.

She kept her eyes open and watched over them, not falling asleep. The sister that A Mao said would come home was nowhere to be seen.

Li Huaiqing stretched his hands and feet, and Lou Xiao tried to pick up the baked sweet potato and break it in half.

The sweet smell came out all at once, bringing with it heat and a bit of the smell of fireworks, rushing into Li Huaiqing's mouth and nose, making him feel even hungrier.

Lou Xiao handed him the larger half, right in front of his eyes, "Here!"

There was still some dust on her fingertips, not the delicate jade fingers that he longed for in the books, playing the piano and the flute.

She is good at martial arts, and can carry him in leaps effortlessly, and her martial arts skills are quite good.

She doesn't like reading or writing, and can't compose poetry or paint.

She likes fancy clothes and has a strong appetite. She doesn't know how to be refined and doesn't care about rules and etiquette...

Li Huaiqing thought a lot at that moment, but seemed to think of nothing. His slender and clean fingers took the hot roasted sweet potato from her hand.

He had never eaten the coarse food that only the poor would eat, so he thought he would be able to be dignified and throw it away.

But he couldn't act like that in front of Lou Xiao.

Lou Xiao blew the hot air while eating it in small bites. Seeing Li Huaiqing's confused look, she found it a little funny.

"It won't taste good when it gets cold! Has Mr. Li not tried it yet?"

I tried to imitate her and took a bite. A hint of sweetness and a soft and glutinous texture entered my stomach. I couldn't help but eat a little ash, but I couldn't care less at this point.

It tastes better than expected.

A small figure came out from the inner room. Ah Mao looked at Lou Xiao pitifully and swallowed his saliva.

Lou Xiao picked up a half piece of firewood and dug it in the ashes, then called A Mao over and said, "I'll leave this for you. Be careful of the burns."

A Mao then happily sat down next to Lou Xiao, and without caring that his skin was still hot, he used his fingertips to peel off the dusty outer layer, looking extremely embarrassed.

Li Huaiqing suddenly felt that he was the same as Amao. He put down the half sweet potato in his hand and helped Amao peel off the shell.

He handed it to Amao using the peeled shell as a cushion so that her little hands would not get burned.

Ah Mao couldn't wait to take a bite, and he opened his mouth and breathed in because of the burn.

Lou Xiao laughed at the side, "Why are you in such a hurry? No one is competing with you for it."

"Hungry." She swallowed the sweet potato whole, but she was no longer in a hurry.

When she woke up and didn't see her sister, she knew that she had waited in vain last night.

Lou Xiao remembered that there was no food left in the house. If A Mao's sister didn't come back, A Mao would have a hard time surviving.

"If we leave, what will you eat?"

Although there is still half a pancake to provide some cushion, how long can it last?

"Sister will come back." Ah Mao blew on the hot sweet potato with his lips pouted. "Every time she comes back, she will bring a lot of food."

Li Huaiqing had a smear of dust on his lips and asked, "How long has she been away from home? Has she been delayed for quite some time?"

Ah Mao bit the sweet potato one bite at a time, rubbing half of his face with black ash, mumbling as if telling himself,

"She said she would come back. My sister never breaks her promise."

She just had to wait.

My sister said that after we get paid and work hard for a few more years, we will move to a more densely populated village and buy a piece of good farm, and we will no longer be hungry or bullied.

Ah Mao believed in his only relative so much that he estimated that it was almost time for him to return home.

At night, she lit torches and waited for her sister to come back, but only they came.

Lou Xiao and Li Huaiqing looked at each other, both having a bad feeling.

But A Mao still believed it firmly, and only when he saw Lou Xiao and the others were about to leave, he hesitated as if he had something to say.

Erliu and Aiying had already found out the way and shot a few pheasants for A Mao.

The air in the forest after the rain is particularly fresh. If it weren't for the shabby cabin in the forest, it would be a perfect place to live in seclusion.

"Ah, little sister...where are you going? Will you pass by Triangle Village?"

Lou Xiao touched her head. "What's wrong? Is there anyone you know there? Is your sister there?"

A Mao nodded in acknowledgment, somewhat anxiously, "The butcher at the entrance of Sanjiao Village, my sister said we worked together.

If you are passing by, could you please ask him when my sister will be back?"

She was afraid that Lou Xiao would despise her, so she immediately added, "Just ask, so that sister knows that I'm waiting at home, there's nothing else to do..."

Lou Xiao agreed readily, gave her some copper coins before leaving, and told her not to let strangers into the house anymore.

"It's too dangerous for you to be alone."

Ah Mao agreed, half-comprehendingly, and leaned against the door, watching them leave.

I just hope that the uneasiness in my heart is fake, and after this group of people leave, my sister will soon appear at the end of the road.

Lou Xiao and his group walked on the road in the early morning after the rain. It was very quiet.

Li Huaiqing always felt that something was wrong, but he could not find a way to solve it. He kept looking back at the wooden house that was about to be hidden in the forest.

Lou Xiao noticed something was wrong with him, looked at him for a while, pointed to a spot near his lips and said, "There's dust."

Li Huaiqing quickly reached out and wiped the corners of his mouth. Sure enough, there was some ash. He felt embarrassed and humiliated.

...why didn't you say it earlier!

He rubbed it repeatedly with his sleeve, and only let go when the skin was a little painful. Looking at his sleeve, he suddenly realized a problem.

Where did Mo Jingchun, who wore his clothes, go?

How come I haven’t seen him since I woke up this morning and left now?