After Xihe washed the noodles, Shaoheng poured out the water in the wooden basin and went to ask the old woman for rice to make porridge. He saw a chicken in the chicken coop and caught one.
The old woman immediately went crazy and hugged the chicken tightly, crying that it was her lifeblood.
Shaoheng did not back down: "The silver bracelet the eldest lady gave you is enough to buy seven or eight old hens!" He took away the cooing hens and happily went into the kitchen, leaving the old lady crying and fighting.
A smile flashed in Xihe's eyes, and the smile pulled at the wound. She frowned and opened her clothes: on a piece of smooth white skin, the sword wound on her chest was scarlet and dazzling, the flesh and blood were turned out, and the wound was hideous.
At the same time, there was a mysterious force surrounding the wound in the body, causing the slightest itching.
She mused, and it seemed that the heart was starting to work.
Xihe pursed his lips, tore off a piece of his inner shirt, and bandaged the wound...
Shaoheng's cooking skills are average. After all, he can't even eat enough, so how can he think about whether it tastes good or not? He knew it himself and couldn't help but feel guilty: "Miss, I'm sorry that I have wronged you..."
Xihe put a piece of chicken into his bowl and smiled: "It's delicious. You should eat more. It's too thin."
She lowered her eyes and drank the soup, her fair face looking particularly gentle.
Shaoheng was stunned for a while, then nodded gently, with the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously.
It was getting dark, and the old woman locked the courtyard door early, fearing that they would steal her chickens again, and brought them all into the house, making the whole house cooing.
Shaoheng packed up the bed and put it on straw. He originally wanted to borrow a quilt from the old woman, but unfortunately, no matter what he said this time, she didn't agree and said there was only one quilt.
He took off his coat and spread it on the straw: "Miss, I'm right at the door. You can hear me when you call."
With that said, he was about to walk to the door wearing the thin singlet.
It's May now, the days are warm, but the nights are still cold, especially in the mountains, where it's even colder.
Xihe quickly stopped him, not afraid of catching the cold. Shaoheng was at a loss for a moment and said in a panic: "No, no, I'm in good health, I'll be fine..."
Xihe knelt and sat on the straw, his figure weak under the cold moon: "Shaoheng, I'm afraid."
After a while, the two of them lay on the prickly straw. Shaoheng was careful not to touch her, and his palms were sweating from nervousness.
Xihe was injured and extremely tired, and soon fell asleep, breathing heavily.
Shaoheng turned his head quietly. Under the moonlight, the girl's facial features were exquisite and her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned.
He watched without blinking, shouting "Miss" silently in his mouth. He heard the nightingale singing from the forest in the distance, the mountain wind rustled the trees, and the room became dark.
After an unknown amount of time, the young man gradually closed his eyes.
Come to think of it, digging out his heart would not cause death, but it would also cause great damage.
The next day, Xihe woke up and found that Shaoheng hadn't woken up yet. He seemed really exhausted.
She opened the door quietly without alerting him. The old woman in the yard had already gotten up. When she saw her, she snorted coldly: "You are really a golden noble. If you get hurt, just eat a chicken from me! My poor little Jin~"
Xihe: "..."
Turn around and go into the kitchen to boil water to wash up and heat up food.
Seeing that she was ignoring her, the old woman ran over and pointed at her: "Give me back my chicken!"
Xihe laughed angrily. Although she didn't care about money, she wasn't happy to be taken advantage of. She looked at the old woman with clear eyes, ready to speak.
"What are you doing?" a voice shouted.
Shaoheng ran over in a burst of wind, looked Xihe up and down, and looked at the old woman: "What did you do to the lady?"
The old woman was speechless, frightened by his angry look: "I, I didn't do anything."
Shaoheng didn't believe it, so Xihe tugged at the corner of his clothes. Shaoheng frowned and stared at the old woman: "If I find you disrespectful to the lady again, I'll be rude to you!"
The old woman nodded repeatedly and ran away.
Shaoheng looked at Xihe and felt very guilty: "It's all my fault for getting up late."
Xihe shook his head and said, "I'm not that fragile."
Shaoheng was noncommittal. In his opinion, the eldest lady was weak and had a gentle temperament. She was always bullied and he had to protect her at all times.
With Shaoheng here, Xihe naturally boiled water and heated the rice quickly without any need to do anything, and finished breakfast.
Today he was going to the town to deliver a letter. Before leaving, he told Xihe to stay at home until he was far away. When he looked back, he could still see the beautiful figure standing at the door of the courtyard. His heart felt warm and his body was full of strength.
Xihe watched the young man disappear, and instead of returning to the house, he walked towards the back mountain.
Not long after she walked in, a rustling voice sounded, and a man in black appeared: "Miss."
"Go back and tell my dad that things have changed and all subsequent plans have been cancelled."
"Miss?"
Xihe turned his back to him: "Tell him, I can't protect myself now. If he wants to survive, he will move his family and remain anonymous from now on. Maybe he can escape."
The guard was shocked: "Miss, what happened? Is it that man slave? I'll kill him!"
"Don't go."
"This matter started because of me, so I have to resolve it."
She looked at the undulating mountains in the distance: "Go away. From now on, just pretend that there has never been a young lady like me in Washington."
The guard was shocked and confused, and wanted to continue questioning, but Xihe had already left without looking back. He punched the tree hard and hurried to Yunzhou.
Xihe returned to the courtyard, which was why she didn't stop Shaoheng from going out even though she knew he was destined to return without success.
In the future, the rebel demon lord will not only be powerful and have numerous hawks and dogs, but he will also be a murderous madman without batting an eyelid.
The way he treats his enemies is very cruel. Even the hardest bones in the world of immortality cannot last for more than a few days in his hands, let alone the people in Washington who he hates to the core.
In the previous life, the original owner was implicated in the ruins of the Washington Palace. After his death, he was taken into the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners and driven by others.
Although she is reining in the situation now, the mistake has been made. If she and the rebels get into trouble later and Shaoheng attacks them, she can't save them one by one.
So, it's better to run away quickly, otherwise she will be helpless in everything she does.
In the evening, the young man who had been away from home for a day finally came back covered with travel. When he saw her from a distance, he started running wildly.
"Miss!" she ran closer, her chest heaving violently, her eyes sparkling, "I sent the letter, and the master will send someone to pick you up soon!"
Xihe smiled and nodded, looking behind him with curiosity in his eyes.
Shaoheng quickly took down the package: "The hairpin you gave me was exchanged for a lot of silver. After delivering the letter, I bought a mattress and a cloak so that it wouldn't be cold at night."
"But it's not good material. Just bear with it for two days and wait until someone comes from the house."
Xihe got him a glass of water and praised: "You are so thoughtful."
The young man took the cup sheepishly and asked her if she felt uncomfortable. He asked the doctor to prescribe medicine, and he would make it for her in a while... talking nonchalantly.
(End of chapter)
