blood marriage

Wan Yao was shaken by the carriage until her bones were torn apart, she struggled to open her eyes, she was dizzy and blind, grabbed someone's arm, and yelled "Stop—" Before she could utter the second half of the sentence, she vomited Get that person all over.

She hadn't had rice water for several days, and Wanyao couldn't spit out anything else in her stomach, and the sour water couldn't stop coming up.

"Ah!!!" A sharp and slender scream came from the carriage, and it was a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl who was vomited all over her body. Wan Yao, who fell asleep again, had a murderous expression on her face.

If Zhaoxin hadn't arrived quickly, maybe this girl could really kill someone.

"What the hell is that!

After being yelled at by Zhaoxin, the girl's arrogance disappeared immediately, and she pointed at her dirty lower skirt aggrievedly, as if afraid that Zhaoxin hadn't seen it, and complained coquettishly: "Little sister, look!"

Hearing this, Zhaoxin's sharp eyes immediately became gentle, and she asked expectantly, "Did she vomit?"

"Besides her, is there anyone else in this carriage?"

Zhao Xin raised her eyelids, ignored the girl's displeasure, and ordered: "Xiao Rongli, hurry up, call the doctor for me."

"Why? I won't go!"

"You want to be whipped, don't you?"

Rong Li wanted to protest a few more words, but was taken aback by Zhao Xin's impatient expression, and opened the car door, muttering: "Look if I don't tell Daddy, sister-in-law is going to beat me because of a woman, hum!"

Zhaoxin kicked her on the butt mercilessly, "Go ahead if you want to be whipped, it's so much nonsense to ask you to do something."

"Why don't you scream yourself!" Rong Li was kicked and turned somersaults, got up from the snow-melted mud, muttered softly, and reluctantly came to him with vomit and mud all over her body. Doctor.

Wanyao was half asleep and half awake, she grasped Zhaoxin's palm and said Qing'er's name on the tip of her mouth.

That day, Qing'er followed Mrs. Zhen to the bank of the Lishui River, and never came back.

Some people say that the madam skinned Qing'er alive and made it into a lantern; She didn't die, someone had seen her in the village downstream of the Lishui River...

But Nurse Pearl said that Qing'er was dead, with no soul or body.This is her only child, who disappeared in this world so lonely and sad.

Qing'er died, she repeated this sentence with a blank face, blood flowed from her eyes and flowed back into her mouth.

Wan Yao woke up again, screaming and sitting up from the bed.She dreamed of the nanny again, blood was spreading from under her body, and she repeated sentence after sentence: "Qing'er is dead, dead..."

She remembered that she had sent Nurse Zhu to find Qing'er, her chest was beating uncomfortably, she got up from the bed with bare feet, and looked for the direction of the door step by step, but she stumbled on the threshold and fell to the ground.

After a moment of trance, Wan Yao began to wake up.

Nanny and Qing'er, who are so noble and arrogant, would never show pity in front of her. They are the ones who would never die in front of her. How could they die in such a miserable way in front of her?How could he look at her so sadly?Looking at her pain, guilt.

But dreams are always so strange, things that feel illogical when waking up, don't feel strange in the dream, could it be that this dream indicates that something unexpected happened to the nanny.

The wet and cold wind brushed past her nose. It was an atmosphere she had never felt before. There were long corrugated eaves, green bricks and green moss, and countless green vines and flowers. She had never seen such a scene.

Here, it is not in the state of Chen, nor in the state of Jin.

There were numerous footsteps in the corridor, and a moist and warm embrace lifted her up from the ground and gently put her back on the bed.The man seemed to have just finished practicing the sword, his clothes and hair were all wet, most of the hair that was casually rolled up fell off, and the cold and hard hair was like a frosty sword, stabbing Wanyao's face.

It seemed that they had returned to the early morning when they first embraced each other.

If it is really possible to go back, Wanyao hopes that she can push her away desperately.

"Are they all dead? Why don't you get out and call a doctor!"

The sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly disappeared, for fear that if he walked too slowly, his head would be chopped off by Zhao Xin in a rage.

"who are you?"

"What?" The joyful smile froze at the corners of his mouth, and Zhaoxin asked disappointedly, "Don't you know me?"

Wan Yao obediently shook her head.

"I'm Zhaoxin, we, we..." Zhaoxin thought for a while, they really didn't have any clean past worth mentioning, so they closed their mouths, thinking that Wanya didn't remember, and there was nothing wrong with it, so they squeezed She smiled and said, "I am your husband."

"Are you a woman?"

"Yes."

"Then am I a man?"

Zhaoxin smiled, shook his head and said, "No."

"Then why do you say that you are my husband?"

"Because we made an oath."

A cough interrupted Zhaoxin's words, and a blind old man with white hair and childlike face slowly walked to Wanyao's bed.

Zhao Xin raised her hand in salute, called out teacher, then silently stepped aside.

The old man picked up Wanyao's pulse, and his eyebrows gradually relaxed, "It's good to be able to wake up, but it's cold to the bone, and when encountering cold weather, you will lose your hands and feet, and your bones will ache unbearably. According to the prescription I prescribed, find another hot spring, soak in it for an hour every day, and stick to it for a year, it will be fine."

"Thank you for your rescue, teacher. This disciple has taken the fairy grass from Penglai Mountain and sent it to the teacher's house. It has been so many months, please trouble you."

"Well, it's not too much trouble. I was outside the door just now. According to you, this girl doesn't remember the past."

"She said she is my husband, is it true?" Wan Yao spoke first, looking straight at the old man with a pair of innocent eyes, expecting a fair answer from the old man.

"Then you, do you hope she is, or not?"

"No, I hope she's not, as soon as she gets close to me, my chest hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Zhaoxin's heart sank to the bottom following Wanyao's words, her fists clenched tightly.

"Then she is not." The old man left these words with a smile, and then began to order the book boy at the side to prepare the cloth, write down the prescription he dictated, and hand it to Zhaoxin.

Even though the old man was blind, Zhaoxin respectfully took the cloth with the prescription written on it and carried it with him.

"After mid-spring, during the busy farming season, your elder brother will come back as soon as the fighting ceases."

"The disciple knows."

"You were brought up by your elder brother, you must not hurt your bond of flesh and blood for outsiders."

"Disciples follow the instructions carefully."

"Well, I'm going on a long trip recently, and I'll leave things to Rong Li. That girl has grown up now, you should treat her with some respect."

"Hmph, that girl is so courageous that she has sued her before your old man."

The old man knew that Zhaoxin didn't mean to blame Rongli, so he smiled helplessly: "You, you were no better than little Rongli back then, but now when you teach her a lesson, it's a set pattern, alas, what's wrong with the world. "

Zhaoxin obediently followed behind the old man, with an aggrieved face, but did not dare to refute.

After the sound of the two people's footsteps disappeared, Wan Yao put on her boots and sneaked out through the back window.

It's not that she has forgotten everything, it's just that she doesn't want to remember everything in the past.