Traveling through ancient times: daily life on the run

Five miles away from the post station, the carriage stopped.

Qin Bingrui placed the hidden weapon he carried with him on Luo Yu's wrist, and handed her an arm-length scimitar, which was suitable for close combat. He also gave her a small manual crossbow for long-range self-defense.

"Sister, your fighting ability has decreased now, so you must take good care of this weak body."

Luo Yu chuckled and patted the dog beside him, who responded politely.

Xia Liang snorted coldly: "You underestimated my fighting ability, didn't you?"

Luo Yu then asked thoughtfully, "Are we the only two who can hear Xia Liang talking?"

The lackey wants to say, I can hear it too!

"That should be the case." Qin Bingrui recounted the story of his first encounter with Baihu and the moment he heard Baihu say "Fuck!" and asked King Ning about it, something he had no idea about.

Luo Yu finally came to his senses, looked up at Bingrui with pity.

"Bingrui, it's actually not easy for you. You must feel very wronged to make so much money in a place like that, right?"

It was a rare occasion that Sister Luo Yu cared about him, but Bing Rui was not moved.

"Sister, don't think too much of it. I'm selling my art, not my body. Besides, a man's body is just like that. I've seen it many times, so what's there to be afraid of? Besides, it's okay for them to touch it and satisfy their desire. It won't cost them any money, so why not?"

Luo Yu sighed softly, "I simply pity the original Miss Ling Hong. She was young and beautiful, but just to survive and please those disgusting men, she buried her soul in the brothels of debauchery."

"It's not easy for me, actually. I've been touched by so many dirty hands. Look, if I hadn't tried to escape that damn place, would I have gotten two scars on my face?"

Xia Liang said quietly, "Actually, two scars make it even cooler. In the past, Miss Ling Hong looked like a womanizer even when she wore gorgeous clothes. Now, with the scars, she looks like a cold and cool chivalrous woman."

The main reason is that her eyebrows and eyes are too charming, and the two scars can dissipate some of her charm.

Luo Yu gently stroked the two scars on Qin Bingrui's face and smiled: "That's good, it's better than being pursued by people who are greedy for beauty along the way."

After a while, he said with disdain, "Can you please stop rubbing your chest all the time? This is too indecent."

"Oh, these big breasts are so soft and comfortable. I can't help but want to touch them. They feel so good."

He then took action again, but Luo Yu slapped his lustful claws hard.

The three of them stopped talking. There was no point in comparing who was suffering more.

Continue on your way.

There were not many people on the road, and the sky was completely white.

From afar, I saw a small black shadow moving slowly on the official road.

After riding the horse to catch up, I noticed that it was a young man who was carrying an injured woman and walking slowly forward. I couldn't see his face clearly, and his height was about less than 1.7 meters.

Qin Bingrui frowned, he had seen this scene in his dream.

They don’t have time to rescue people now, who knows whether this person is good or bad?

When the young man heard the sound of the horses running, he immediately moved away with the woman on his back and stood outside the road to wait for the carriage to pass.

When Luo Yu was driving her carriage past the young man, she noticed that the young man looked up at the carriage blankly, which shocked Luo Yu.

The young man, no more than twelve or thirteen, was covered in blood. The woman behind him looked as if she had fainted. Their clothing, though tattered, was made of silk and brocade, suggesting they were not from an ordinary family. They must have met with misfortune along the way.

Luo Yu stopped the carriage, took out two white flour buns from his bag, got out and walked in front of the young man. The young man subconsciously took a few steps back.

Luo Yu handed the steamed bun to him and said gently, "You are not hungry. Mother is old and can't stand being hungry."

The young man hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Luo Yu.

Luo Yu then looked at the young man carefully. His face was covered in blood, but his eyes were full of indomitable spirit and stubbornness, and his brows were filled with hatred and unspeakable pain.

The young man did not stretch out his hand, but the woman he was carrying tried hard to open her eyes and slowly raised her hand, wanting to take the white steamed bun from Luo Yu's hand.

The voice was weak and feeble: "Thank you, thank you for your kindness, young lady!"

The experiences along the way have made it impossible for the once noble woman to care about her dignity. She only hopes to give the young man a little more hope of survival.

"Auntie, young lady, please be kind and take pity on me. Take my child with you and go to the Fang family in Liangzhou City. I will be very grateful."

"I won't go." The boy refused stubbornly.

"Yier, be obedient and let me go. I am the one who is holding you back. You are still young and can't..."

"Mom, please stop talking. I won't give up on you. We'll die together."

Luo Yu didn't say a word from beginning to end.

The young man stared at Luo Yu with wide eyes: "You guys go, I won't leave unless my mother leaves. My mother is a burden now, and it's enough for her to be a burden to me. I won't force you to have pity on me."

"Okay," Luo Yu said helplessly, throwing up her hands. "She didn't say she was going to save anyone. She didn't intend to save anyone!" Even if he had a backbone, so what? Without sympathy of any practical value, how many poor people would she have to take in along the way?

Helping is a favor, not helping is a duty. If you help someone who is ungrateful and heartless, it is better not to help.

No, our lackey is very loyal!

Luo Yu turned around and prepared to drive the carriage away again, but he heard the woman's helpless sigh.

She should be proud that she has a good child who sticks with his mother even in desperate situations.

Luo Yu drove the carriage southward. Qin Bingrui deliberately slowed down to keep pace with her, his curiosity overflowing: "Sister, I thought you were going to rescue them. Why are you leaving so heartlessly?"

"The boy is refusing. If I force myself to be a good person, it would be so embarrassing."

"Well, at least we gave them two steamed buns. If we hold on, we should be able to walk a few more miles."

Luo Yu looked at Qin Bingrui who was grinning foolishly, thinking that his handsome face was wasted.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Luo Yu drove the carriage slowly forward.

"Sister, are you thirsty? There's a tea stand up ahead, let's go and have a few pots to quench our thirst!"

It had been less than an hour since they left the inn, so no matter how thirsty they were, they would not stop to drink tea. Qin Bingrui and Xia Liang knew it very well, but they did not expose Sister Luo Yu. After all, Sister Luo Yu was their spiritual pillar!

No matter what Sister Luo Yu decides to do, they will not object. If it is wrong, Sister Luo Yu will find a way to do it again!

In about an incense stick of time, I drank three pots of tea.

Before he saw anyone, Qin Bingrui couldn't help but go to the wild toilet twice.

When she came back, she frowned and said to Luo Yu: "Sister, it's really inconvenient to go to the toilet in this era. There's no toilet paper even for a bowel movement."

"Don't we have toilet tokens? Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it."

"No, I always feel like I can't wipe it clean. Didn't you say that girls should be clean?"

"So what do you use to wipe your butt?"

"Hey, I bought a big box of rice paper to wipe my butt."