When Nie Zhao saw Xu Dalang, his eyebrows twitched involuntarily, and he had a bad feeling.
Xu Dalang burst into tears when he wanted to speak, and he knelt down to him with tears streaming down his face: "Sir, the common people have failed in your trust."
Nie Zhao's Adam's apple rolled up and down and asked, "What's wrong?"
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Hanging? Drown into the river? Hit a wall? These are all things she can do.
"Yue Niang is sick."
After Xu Dalang finished speaking, Nie Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that he's not dead."
When he first heard this, Xu Dalang choked. What do you mean by not dying?
"Yue Niang is very ill. The doctor said she is a very bad person. During her illness, she felt that you didn't want her anymore, and she was depressed. If she stayed with us any longer, I'm afraid she would really die. Please consider her at such a young age. For my sake, still..."
Before he finished speaking, Nie Zhao had already left.
Xu Dalang was puzzled and stayed in place.
Nie Zhao turned around, grabbed his lapel and pulled him forward: "Lead the way."
"Ah?" Xu Dalang was still dumbfounded.
"Go to your house." Nie Zhao thought to himself that his guess was good. This family is honest, but the people are too dull. Even if Jiang Yue is not sick, she can't stay in this house, otherwise she will be raised like a stupid rabbit. .
"Oh." Xu Dalang patted his head and quickly bowed and walked ahead.
Before entering the courtyard, I could smell the smell of soup and medicine. Because there were patients, the doors and windows were closed tightly. Nie Zhao opened the door by mistake and opened the bamboo mat curtain to go in. The smell of medicine became even more choking, as if it was trying to attract everyone. Soaked in it, Yao Jindi was holding a medicine bowl and feeding medicine into the mouth of the person on the couch with a small spoon.
Seeing him coming, Yao Jindi stood up and saluted, wiped her tears, staggered to make room, and called Jiang Yue softly: "Yue Niang, Lord Nie is here."
Jiang Yue remained motionless, her face burning red. Nie Zhao frowned and put the back of his hand on her forehead. It was indeed as hot as a furnace.
"Sir, the doctor said that this medicine should be boiled into three bowls of six bowls of water and taken six times a day, but Yueniang didn't open her mouth and couldn't take the medicine in one sitting." Yao Jindi said in embarrassment.
"Open your mouth and pour it in directly." Nie Zhao raised his eyebrows and motioned to her.
Yao Jindi asked Ai Ai: "What if it breaks? We are all rough people, we are not gentle... Ouch!" She couldn't help shouting when she saw Nie Zhao's movements.
Nie Zhao had already pinched Jiang Yue's cheeks, opened her mouth, reached out to take the medicine bowl from her, and poured the medicine directly into it: "If you break it, just reattach it, what's the big deal."
Jiang Yue was woken up by force. She was like a person floating in deep water. She was forcefully pulled ashore. The fresh air filled her facial features and her whole body trembled. She struggled to open her eyes and saw Nie. Illuminating his handsome face as beautiful as a crown jewel, the sun poured along his smooth curved cheeks, casting a golden light on his long eyelashes.
Broken, silent, beautiful, and unreal.
Nie Zhao drank half a bowl of medicine, and when he saw that the person was awake, he couldn't help but smile, and threw Jiang Yue, who was still in a daze, back on the bed with a "boom". He showed no mercy at all, and Yao Jindi screamed in agony.
Jiang Yue gasped in pain and called him softly: "Third brother."
She was so moved that she didn't expect that Nie Zhao would come to see her. She thought that after he threw her away, he would never want to see her again.
"Third brother, you, please let me go back. A woman sent away by her husband's family will have her spine stabbed..." She raised a smile and begged Nie Zhao in a timid tone. She Yao Jindi wiped her face clean with warm water, but it was still sallow and bluish, which looked unhealthy.
She is too stubborn. This stubbornness is like a clapper that rings at midnight, making three muffled sounds at exactly the same time. None of these three muffled sounds are made independently and willingly. It should ring, even if It has to endure pain when it makes a sound, but everyone says it deserves it, and Bangzi himself feels the same way.
Jiang Yue has been stereotyped. She only cares about her husband's family. She can't live without her husband's family. She can't change her mentality. Even if she is sent to the palace to live in fine clothes and fine food, her anxiety will consume her to death.
Nie Zhao thought about this and sighed helplessly: "In that case, come back with me first."
Forget it, whoever allows himself to dream about Zhu Feng and the others will not see Jiang Yue die.
Jiang Yue didn't dare to delay, for fear that Nie Zhao would regret it if he acted too late. He quickly propped himself up to get out of bed: "I, no, Nununu, I'm done."
"Nu Nu Nu, what a slave, let's recover from the illness." Nie Zhao pressed her head and pushed her back to the bed.
"Slave, slave, slave, slave is really well." Jiang Yue was so anxious that tears almost came out, and she struggled to get up.
Yao Jindi also looked at Nie Zhao pleadingly: "Sir, look at Yueniang, she woke up as soon as she saw you, and she is still energetic. It can be seen that it is true that the doctor said she has a heart disease. It is noon now, the sun is bright, let Dalang rush Let's take her back in an oxcart, she won't be able to survive and recover well if she stays here."
"Yes, yes." Jiang Yue nodded hastily.
The old man and the young man sang together, Jiang Yue was determined today and would crawl back even if she crawled.
Nie Zhao suffered from a headache. After meeting Jiang Yue, the number of headaches increased day by day. Jiang Yue's peaceful life of eating and waiting for death was completely disrupted by Jiang Yue.
He grabbed a thin blanket from the couch, randomly wrapped Jiang Yue into a strip, threw it on his shoulders, and carried her out: "Let's go, let's go, I'll take you away now."
Jiang Yue was jolted on his shoulder until she almost vomited. She covered her mouth and endured it. She felt that this was not in line with the rules. The third brother was her husband's elder brother. Was it unruly to be carried by him?
But she still swallowed her words carefully. She was more afraid of being abandoned by her husband's family than not being a woman.
After walking for a while, Jiang Yue was still dizzy, but she got used to it more or less. She grabbed the blanket and called him softly.
"Third brother."
"do what?"
"Third brother, will you ever give your slave away again?"
"If you bite a slave one more time, I'll throw you on the street right now."
"Third, third brother, then I, I'm obedient, don't, don't throw me away."
Nie Zhao couldn't help but smile and said, "Let's see how you behave."
"Slave, no, I'm sure!" Jiang Yue swore.
After a while, she couldn't help but speak again.
"Third brother, Nie, what kind of person is Nie Mei? He, is he better than you?" Jiang Yue's illness slandered Spring and Autumn, thinking of his fiancé who died young, he felt sad. I couldn’t help but ask.
Nie Zhao didn't even bother telling lies: "He's good-looking and has a lot of talent."
"How, how beautiful is it?"
"As good looking as me."
Jiang Yue giggled twice: "That, that's really good-looking."
"This is nature. My appearance amazes the world when I am alive. Even after I have been dead for eighteen hundred years, when descendants dig it out, they will still put their thumbs up and sigh, what a perfect skull, what a perfect teeth, what a perfect eye socket, what a perfect skull." Perfect shoulder blades." Nie Zhao didn't mean anything out of eight of his ten sentences. He just said it and forgot about it. Everyone knew it was a joke.
Jiang Yue raised her head, saw the round and plump back of Nie Zhao's head, clapped her hands and applauded him, saying, "Third brother, you, you are right."
Nie Zhao sneered, believing whatever he said.
"Three, third brother." After Jiang Yue was quiet for a while, she cautiously spoke again.
"Why do you talk so much? Can't you finish it all at once?"
"……never mind."
After Nie Zhao settled Jiang Yue, the doctor who treated Jiang Yue took the initiative to come over. Rather than asking Xu Yao and his wife for exorbitant prices, he not only didn't ask for money, but also asked his wife to boil the medicine three times a day and deliver it to him. Come.
Jiang Yue lived in Nie Zhao's house and felt at peace. Although he had not been seen since he brought her back that day, she drank the medicine six times a day and recovered in less than two days.
After she recovered, she diligently cleaned her home again. She even carefully dug out the dirt in the cracks in the walls. She also dug out a bag of moldy noodles and some medicinal residue on the stove that could cure some unknown disease.
Originally, according to Canzhou's rules, Jiang Yue would start going to the kitchen at the age of thirteen so that she could cook soup and serve her parents-in-law and husband better, but before she even started learning, she was thrown into Zhucheng. I don’t know how to make a fire or boil water.
Nie Zhao didn't leave any dry food for her when he left. Jiang Yue was so hungry that she washed some noodles with well water, stirred them into a paste, added some damp salt, and ate them with gusto.
The noodles were thin and she had never eaten them since she left home. Even though they were moldy, she still thought they tasted good and had a wheat aroma.
Three more days later, when the bag of fine noodles was about to reach its bottom and Jiang Yue was reluctant to eat it, Nie Zhao came back.
He was in a mess, his snow-white clothes were stained with dirty and black blood, and the grooves of his dagger were filled with coagulated plasma. He dragged his exhausted body home. When he saw the lights in the room, Jiang Yue hurriedly pushed away He called out to the bedroom door: "Third Brother". He couldn't help but be startled, then he remembered that he had left Jiang Yue at home for five days. Thank God he didn't starve to death.
Raising children is indeed the most troublesome thing in the world.
"Third brother, are you back? Are you hungry? I'll get you some food." Jiang Yue guessed that Nie Zhao was going to kill someone again. She didn't dare to ask and quietly looked away.
Jiang Yue asked this, and Nie Zhao felt a little hungry in his belly. Normally, he wouldn't have felt anything. He would just fall asleep until tomorrow and look for some food again. Now he felt unbearably hungry, so he nodded and said: "Okay." Then he entered the back room.
When Jiang Yue heard this, she immediately became energetic. She held up the lamp and ran to the kitchen. After a while, she came in with two bowls.
Nie Zhao raised his eyebrows. It took a while to light the fire. If there was no smoke or no sound of water boiling, her meal would be ready right now?
Jiang Yue came in, carefully put the bowl on the table, and greeted him shyly: "Third, third brother, come, come and eat. I, I didn't eat at night either, eat with you, I, I'm not good at cooking." good……"
Nie Zhao looked into the bowl and saw that there were two bowls of paste, which had been dispersed with water. He had no appetite after looking at it.
Also, in the middle of the night when it is not free to light a fire, you can also boil some batter and eat it to satisfy your hunger.
Without thinking much, he picked up the spoon, blew on it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The smell of raw noodles, musty smell, and the astringency and coldness of the well water blended together in his mouth, forming a life-threatening song that reached directly to the sky and then echoed to the internal organs, endless, long and rich.
When he took a bite, there was still unmixed dough in the paste, which suddenly exploded and stuck to his teeth.
Jiang Yue was looking at him expectantly under the lamp with her big, flickering eyes.
