[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

In the cellar, Song Yanzhi climbed out and returned the same way. Thinking of the carriage she had just seen going away, a sarcastic smile flashed across her lips.

In this world, the most difficult thing to understand is the human heart.

Some people appear kind on the surface, but are actually full of evil intentions behind the scenes. Some people appear fierce on the surface, but are actually the kindest people.

"Mother...mother..."

Sanwa was thrown into the cellar by Song Yanzhi. His voice had already become hoarse from crying. When he saw Song Yanzhi enter the cellar, he crawled towards her crying.

Song Yanzhi hurriedly ran a few steps, picked up Sanwa and started to coax the child.

Now the children haven't woken up yet, so she can't take them out.

She had just picked up the third child when she heard a noise at the cellar door she had just entered.

She was alert and silently picked up the hidden dagger at her waist, but when she just went out, she was careless and was caught up by someone?

The cellar was opened, and a man covered in blood walked in from outside. He staggered and looked like he would fall down at any moment.

Han Heming

When Song Yanzhi saw who was coming, she immediately went up to him and put Han Heming on her shoulders.

Han Heming was caught by Song Yanzhi. He smiled weakly and fainted on Song Yanzhi. Song Yanzhi carefully put Han Heming on the ground and saw that he had many wounds on his body, especially on his shoulder blade, where there was an iron arrow stuck in it.

She slapped Han Heming's face in panic, and her face was covered with tears without her knowing.

"Han Heming, don't sleep. Tell me first how to treat your wound."

She could handle other knife and arrow wounds, but who could tell her what to do with that iron arrow?

"Don't cry."

Han Heming used his blood-stained hands to wipe away the tears from Song Yanzhi's face.

"I won't cry. Han Heming, tell me what to do with this iron arrow. I will treat your wound."

Song Yanzhi heard her own voice trembling.

Although she was a strong and independent heroine in modern times, after coming to this world for a year, she had become accustomed to Han Heming standing in front of her in everything. Now that Han Heming was seriously injured, she felt panicked.

"I've tried to pull out this arrow before, but it has barbs and I can't get it out. If you can break the feathers at the back, I can get it out.

"it is good"

Fortunately, the arrow body and feathers are not made of fine iron, but of bamboo.

Song Yanzhi found a pair of scissors and used them to cut the bamboo.

Before she could react, Han Heming hit the wall. With a "puff" sound, the iron arrow was pulled out of Han Heming's body, and blood spurted out.

Song Yanzhi quickly used the prepared white cloth to apply on Han Heming's wound.

"Wait until the bleeding stops, then I'll apply medicine on you."

This will cause the blood to flow quickly, and the medicine powder will be washed away if it is poured on.

"Um"

Han Heming leaned weakly against the wall. Song Yanzhi cut off all his clothes with scissors and applied medicine to the wounds on Han Heming's body one by one.

"Where are Shan Shijiang and Xu Liu?"

Seeing Han Heming so weak, Song Yanzhi didn't want to ask at first, but those two people came to their house, and if they died, it would be troublesome.

"Back to town"

At that time, he was accompanied by Shan Shijiang, Xu Liu and two servants, and they were hunting two big tigers. Suddenly, many arrows were shot at them, and Xu Liu was hit by one of them.

At that time, they had a tiger in front of them and someone plotting against them from behind. Han Heming could not abandon Shan Shijiang and Xu Liu, so he stayed behind to cover their retreat and let Shan Shijiang and Xu Liu go first.

When those people saw Shan Shijiang and Xu Liu leaving, they did not chase them and used all their attacks on him. He had a hard time getting down the mountain.

When he was going down the mountain, he saw the house ablaze and knew that something had happened to Song Yanzhi and the children. He wanted to save them, but the fire was too big, so he went to the cellar and tried to rescue people from there.

"By the way, Teacher, Yanzhi, you and the children stay here. I'll go out and see if I can rescue the teacher and the others."

Song Yanzhi stopped Han Heming from getting up.

"Your teacher and the others are fine. I saw them leave in a carriage."

Song Yanzhi originally didn't want to tell Han Heming the news so quickly, but she was afraid that Han Heming didn't know Shen Huanjun's true identity and would worry about him secretly.

"What did you say?"

Han Heming looked at Song Yanzhi in a daze. He wanted Song Yanzhi to tell him that what she had just said was false and that she had lied to him.

"I suspect that the fire in our house tonight and the assassination of you are all related to your teacher."

Song Yanzhi told Han Heming what she saw the carriage leaving, and a look of sadness flashed across Han Heming's face.

When he was young, he was not liked by his biological father and lived with his grandparents. He never knew what fatherly love was.

Later, his grandparents passed away and he lived with his teacher, who raised him as his own son. Only then did he feel the love of his father.

It turns out that even this kind of fatherly love is fake?

"Are you ok?"

Seeing Han Heming's unhappy face, Song Yanzhi asked cautiously, "Alas, this man really has no fate with his parents. The people around him either lie to him or bully him."

It's really not easy for it to live to this age without growing crooked.

"Nothing to do, but there is food to eat"

Han Heming put away the unhappy expression on his face and looked at Song Yanzhi. He had been on the mountain today and had not eaten anything except the breakfast he had in the morning. He needed food to replenish his strength.

"Beef jerky, please?"

In the cellar, Song Yanzhi stored a lot of dried meat for him to replenish when necessary.

"it is good"

In order to prevent the beef jerky from moisture, Song Yanzhi wrapped it into small packages with cowhide. She gave Han Heming a few packages and handed him a cowhide water bag.

Han Heming sat on the ground, eating beef jerky quietly. Neither of them spoke, and the cellar was silent for a moment.

"mother…"

Suddenly there was a scream and Da Wa sat up suddenly from the bed.

"Don't be afraid, Big Boy. Mom is here."

Song Yanzhi ran to Da Wa and hugged the child in her arms.

"Mom, I just had a nightmare. I dreamed that someone covered my mouth and nose and didn't let me breathe. I was so scared."

Da Wa was only a six-year-old child. Perhaps the thick smoke in the house had just choked the child's nose, making the child think that someone was covering his mouth and nose.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mother is here."

Song Yanzhi patted the child's back to comfort him.

"Mother, where are we?"

After a long time, Dawa raised his head from Song Yanzhi's arms and looked at the surrounding environment. This was not their home.

"We're in the cellar."

The eldest child is a member of the family. When digging the cellar, the little one helped to carry soil and bring things in.

"Why are we in the cellar?"

Big Brother didn’t understand. When he was sleeping, he was in his bed at home. How come when he woke up, he was in the cellar?