The Prince Consort's Beloved

After a jolt, Li Yuanrou drowsily closed her eyelids a few times, and finally closed them weakly.

She seemed to hear someone talking, but she didn't know if it was an illusion.

"Why did you knock her out? You guys haven't been robbing people for a long time."

"Uncle Master, she knows Chifeng Village. Chifeng Village has long been changed to Guanyun Village. How did she know about Chifeng Village?"

"Why didn't you just ask her at the foot of the mountain? Why did you go through so much trouble to knock her out and bring her up the mountain?"

"I wanted to ask, but when I looked carefully just now, this woman looks a bit like the woman in my brother's painting. Hehe, I can just catch her and bring her back to my brother as his wife."

"What's the difference between you and a bandit?"

"We are bandits."

"But isn't your brother married?"

"Uncle Master, you don't know, his current wife is not good. I heard that she is not good to him. Sister Hua doesn't like his current wife either. It's a good opportunity for him to come back this time and find him a new wife. I think he will definitely like this one. Hey, I finally did something that can make my brother happy..."

"You can't do this, aren't you just robbing a woman? My senior brother doesn't care about you, does he?"

"So, Uncle Master, don't tell Master yet. Let me talk to this woman first. She must be a refugee from somewhere, probably a poor homeless person. I'll ask her when she wakes up. If she's willing to stay, I'll tell Master. If not, I'll let her go..."

There was a scream of "Ouch!", as if someone fell down.

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When Li Yuanrou woke up again, she found herself locked in the woodshed with her hands and feet tied.

It seemed to be past noon. The clothes were dry, but very uncomfortable to wear. My hair was a mess and stuck to my head. I was very hungry and had no strength at all.

No one knew where Daya and Qingfeng had gone. After such a long time, no one knew what had happened to Xiao Luobai. Would he be rescued? If no one went to the land temple, would Xiao Luobai die there...

Xiao Luobai...

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, and the more scared she became.

The door creaked open, and a middle-aged man with a bruised face and nose came in: "Little girl, come and eat."

Li Yuanrou looked up and saw that it was the older one of the two from yesterday. Li Yuanrou looked at him curiously again. She didn't know what happened to this man. Yesterday, his head was wrapped in gauze and his face was bruised and swollen. Today, when he spoke, she found that he was missing two front teeth.

Li Yuanrou looked at her bound hands, and the man understood and stepped forward to untie the ropes that bound her hands.

Li Yuanrou took a bite of the steamed bun hesitantly. Her throat was so dry that it was smoking. She frowned and swallowed it with difficulty.

Li Yuanrou asked him, "Is there any water?"

The man replied, "Yes, I'll take it for you."

As he walked out, he was suddenly tripped by the threshold. He screamed "Ouch" and fell to the ground in a spread-eagle position.

Li Yuanrou frowned and looked over, feeling a little disgusted. She thought to herself, why does this person look a little silly? How can he be tripped by the threshold when he is so old?

And the scream she heard was the same as the one she had vaguely heard before.

The door was bolted again.

Li Yuanrou put down the steamed bun, tidied her hair, and wiped her face with her sleeve. She didn't know how Xiao Luobai was doing. She sighed and was now hungry and had no appetite.

The man came in with the water bag and was surprised to see Li Yuanrou: "Donor lady, why is it you?"

Li Yuanrou frowned again when he heard this and looked at him suspiciously.

The man grinned. There was a missing piece of his front tooth, which looked extremely funny. He pulled off the gauze on his head and pointed at his face and said, "I am Dabei Zen Temple. Remember?"

Li Yuanrou finally recognized the man and was surprised: "Are you the fortune teller? Why do you look like this?"

Mr. Interpreter paused, a little embarrassed, and waved his hand: "Don't mention it, it's so unlucky. I want to ask you, why are you here?"

Li Yuanrou couldn't help but snorted and sneered at him: "I also want to ask you, why am I here."

Mr. Interpreter choked: "Uh..."

It was he and Xiaotian who knocked the man unconscious and carried him up... He had just broken his head before going down the mountain, and he was very depressed, so he didn't bother to take a closer look at who Li Yuanrou was.

Li Yuanrou's expression tensed up, and she stopped drinking the water. She grabbed his arm and said hastily, "Where is this? Let me go. My husband is still in the land temple!"

Mr. Interpreter's expression froze with embarrassment. "I can't make the decision on this. I've only been here for two days, so my words don't count. The man who knocked you out yesterday will come over soon. You can talk to him yourself."

After he finished speaking, he walked out. Li Yuanrou picked up the water bag and took another sip. She was worried about Xiao Luobai and quickly thought about how to leave here. The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. If no one had found Xiao Luobai for such a long time, would he die?

With a "bang" sound, Li Yuanrou looked towards the source of the sound. When the fortune teller was about to step over the threshold, a piece of wood fell from the beam and hit him on the head.

Li Yuanrou was stunned. This...

Is this even possible? Is this a curse?

A young man holding a scroll ran over and hurriedly helped the fortune teller up: "Uncle Master, are you okay?"

Mr. Jieqian covered his head, his wounds were compounded and blood was oozing out again. He was somewhat incoherent and seemed to be too angry to speak: "I...I..."

He suddenly shouted angrily: "That old monk really cursed me!" He stood up and walked away quickly.

The young man watched the fortune teller stagger away, then turned around and walked to Li Yuanrou, looked her over, and threw her a wet handkerchief: "Wipe your face."

Li Yuanrou smelled a strong medicinal aroma on him, and guessed that he was someone who often dealt with herbs.

She took the handkerchief and wiped her face suspiciously. The young man opened the scroll and looked at it, then looked up at Li Yuanrou and said with emotion: "Looking at it this way, they look even more alike. It really is fate."