Traveling through the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, a story of survival in troubled tim

“Is it you…?”

Before Wen Yao could comfort Wen Shu properly, he noticed the person behind her.

"Why, brother, do you know this person?"

Following Wen Yao's gaze, he asked with an inquiring look:

"Well, this is the gentleman we invited home."

As Wen Yao spoke, he struggled to break free from Feng Yang's support, took difficult steps, and limped forward. Each of his steps seemed extremely laborious, but he was extremely determined.

Seeing this, the man hurried forward and held Wen Yao's arm, with a look of concern on his face.

He frowned tightly, his tone filled with worry: "Sir, your injury..."

Wen Yao smiled slightly, shook his head, and comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay.

It's just some minor skin injuries. Just bandage it up and take some medicine and it will be fine." His voice was weak, but it revealed a kind of tenacity and optimism.

Wen Yao immediately turned around, faced everyone, pointed at the person next to him and introduced: "This is Master Liu, sent by the family to pick us up. We will have to trouble Master Liu for the rest of the journey." His eyes were full of trust and expectation.

Wenjun stood aside, her face pale and trembling with fear.

She looked at everything in front of her timidly, until she saw her elder brother Wen Yao, she relaxed a little.

With tears in her eyes, she said in a trembling voice, "Brother, I'm so scared..."

Before she knew it, she had broken free from the old woman who was holding her, and at some point she was beside Wen Yao.

"Big brother, big brother..."

As he said this, he was about to pounce on him.

Wen Shu was quick-eyed and quick-handed and grabbed it back.

Not to mention anything else, my brother is currently suffering from an unknown injury and cannot withstand the torture from this little girl.

The eldest brother said that he was fine, but when he passed by Wenshu just now, the strong smell of blood was unmistakable.

"Xiao Fu'er, Big Brother is busy now, you just have to be obedient. As long as we all behave well and don't cause trouble for Big Brother, we will be able to see Father and the others soon."

After saying this, she thought of Jun Ge'er and saw that he was sleeping soundly, and her heart skipped a beat.

Without taking care of Xiao Fuer, he put his arm around Xiao Fuer and walked towards the old woman who was holding Jun Ge'er.

The old woman was trembling as she held the young master in her arms. After a night of terror, she finally escaped from the devil's den. Before she could rejoice, she was shocked by the corpses scattered on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly stood in front of him.

I had already been frightened enough that night, and I was also tired and thirsty.

People are most likely to react to stress when they are extremely nervous.

Wen Shu had just stood still when the old woman turned around in a panic, and the next moment she was squatting against the stone wall not far from the entrance, holding Jun Ge'er in her arms.

Her head was buried in her chest, and Jun Ge'er was completely covered by her thin body.

He was mumbling something unclearly, but I couldn't hear clearly.

I was still concerned about Wen Yao's injury and didn't expect this to happen suddenly.

"Wenjun..."

Wen Shu hugged Xiao Fuer, but it was too late to stop him.

Baoju was smart, and when she saw that the situation was not right, she quickly stepped forward to stand in front of the old woman. That was why the old woman did not crash into the stone wall due to stress.

Baoju hugged Wenjun with her arms around him. Seeing that her girl looked anxious, she quickly waved her hands and gave her a soothing look.

Wen Shu felt relieved after seeing this.

"It's okay, it's okay, we are safe now"

Perhaps it was a familiar voice, as Baoju spoke, her body gradually relaxed.

"Fang Niang, the young master is fine, and we are all fine too. Now that the eldest master has returned with his men, we are safe, all of us are safe."

Baoju's unhurried voice and gentle words soothe people's hearts.

"It's safe..."

The person holding Wenjun and calling him Fangniang was a little surprised.

"We are all safe now. No one is missing. We are safe."

Feeling that Fangniang was a little relaxed, Baoju quickly took the opportunity to carry Wenjun out.

"Young Master, my Young Master, who are you? Return my Young Master to me..."

As soon as the child was out of Baoju's hands, Fangniang seemed to be possessed by a demon and stepped forward to demand that the child be snatched from Baoju's hands.

Baoju was quick and got up and left as soon as she got the person. Fengxing had been waiting for a long time and took the young master away first.

"Young Master, give me back my Young Master..."

Over there, Fang Niang went crazy as soon as Wen Jun left her hands and ran towards the direction where Wen Jun was taken away.

It wasn't that he was running too fast, but he didn't pay attention to his feet. He fell to the ground after a few steps and watched helplessly as his little master was carried away.

Her head was dizzy and she had no idea what was going on. There were fewer and fewer people at home, and in the end, people would fall down at the back door from time to time.

From that time on, she didn't dare to look at the young master any more.

When the little prince was born, his mother died of complications during childbirth. The mistress was a kind-hearted person and felt pity for the innocent child. Moreover, in that era, such things were not uncommon.

What's more, this child is indeed a descendant of the Wen family. If it were anything else, it would be fine, so he might as well just adopt him as his own.

She has been taken care of by Fangniang ever since.

For so many years, although she was a slave, she had been taking care of the little prince as he grew up, caring about him more than her own children.

From the moment I entered this unknown tunnel where everything went dark and I didn't understand anything, I never relaxed.

He was even more worried that the little boy would cry out of fear of the dark and attract the attention of bad guys, so he secretly did something.

There was long-term tension and intimidation from Uncle Hong Qi in the middle.

Even though Uncle Hong Qi is polite to the girls, he is not that curious about these servants.

But when I came out of the tunnel and saw the corpses lying on the ground, the taut string finally broke.

Fang Niang did not give in because of the fall, but crawled forward a few steps, her body already unable to support due to fatigue.

What's more, the masters of the house have not had good food for some time, let alone the servants.

It looked like it was about to go away.

"Please, sir, please be magnanimous and return the young master to me..."

"As long as you, my dear man, let my young master go, I will do it even if it means costing my worthless life..." Fang Niang said with tears streaming down her face and a trembling voice.

Her forehead kept hitting the ground, making a dull sound.

"My young master, the son of the Wen family, is also a descendant of the Wen family in Luzhou. If you can show some mercy, my master will be grateful to you if he knows."

Fang Niang continued to beg, hoping to impress the mysterious hero in front of her.

At this time, Fang Niang was already unconscious and had completely lost her mind.

She only thought about how to save her master, at any cost.

The people around looked at this scene in astonishment, obviously not expecting such a thing to happen.

"This is... a case of the devil!" Shaoyao looked at Fangniang with an expression of pity on her face.

She didn't expect Fangniang to be so loyal and willing to sacrifice her life to save her master.

This can't go on, Wen Shu was extremely anxious. She looked at Shaoyao and Baoju, trying to convey some message.

Suddenly, an idea came to her and she pointed at the back of Baoju's neck, signaling her to take action.

Baoju received the girl's instructions and no longer hesitated. She snatched the young master from Fangniang's hands and was closest to Fangniang.

Because Fang Niang looked dazed, she was still begging for mercy in the direction where the young master was taking her away.

Baoju squatted down, aimed at the back of Fangniang's neck, and slashed with the knife in smooth movements.

really……

The world returned to peace.