Jiaohua

Chapter 785
As the morning wind blows to usher in a new day, Lin Shuanglan wakes up to the sound of birds chirping.

There were heavy clouds in the sky, and the sun on the ground was bright and dark. Lao Tong sat on the stone steps, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was slumped.

Lin Shuanglan looked up at Zhi Changle's bedroom, and then at Old Tong, feeling terrified, wanting to ask but dare not.

She passed Lao Tong quietly and stepped into the threshold behind him.

Although it was dawn, the fire was still burning inside the house, and there was a wave of heat, making the small room very uncomfortable.

Du Xuan and a hidden guard were sleeping at the door, sleeping in a casual manner, with his mouth half open, and there were occasional snores.

In front of Zhi Changle's wooden bed, the girl I saw kneeling and sitting there last night is now sitting on a square bamboo stool, still busy.

A big rock fell from Lin Shuanglan's heart, and if she was still busy, it meant she was still alive.

"Ali, is there anything I can do for you?" Lin Shuanglan whispered.

"Yes," the girl's voice was soft but calm, "find someone to take them away and find a bed."

Lin Shuanglan looked at Du Xuan and the hidden guard beside him, and nodded: "...OK."

Du Xuan was moved to Lao Tong's bed by two strong militiamen in the village, before he was straightened, Du Xuan opened his sleepy eyes.

After a militiaman explained the situation, Du Xuan raised his hand and rubbed his head, then asked hoarsely, "Is she still in front of the bed?"

The militiaman nodded: "It's still there."

"Why bother?" Du Xuan was sad, "why bother a dead person."

Lin Shuanglan came in from the outside, almost unable to hold the hot tea in her hand.

"Dead man..." Lin Shuanglan said in a daze, "Hero Zhi..."

Du Xuan wiped his face and got off the bed that was not yet warm: "Go and do your work. There was a huge shortage of manpower in the village during the battle last night. We don't need to worry about it for now."

While talking, Du Xuan saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the wooden table in front of the window.

Old Tong is also writing these days. He only knew Tong at first, but after following Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili these years, he knows more and more characters. He uses the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table every day.

Du Xuan stepped forward and looked at the paper pressed under the paperweight.

The young master must blame him for being useless, he sent so many people to go north with him, and finally found her, but they couldn't help.

Du Xuan picked up his pen and sat down at the table.

At the end of the day, Zhan Jiuye, who was busy cleaning up the village, came to find Xia Zhaoyi, but was stopped by Lao Tong outside the door.

The wind in late autumn and early winter swept the withered vegetation in the courtyard, Zhan Jiuye looked at the old Tong Siqing's face, and said worriedly: "What should I do, Miss Ali's body will not be able to bear it."

"It won't be useful to anyone," Old Tong said feebly, "That's it, that's it."

Zhan Jiuye had no choice but to stand up again and had to leave.

Come back in the evening, the situation is the same.

But when he looked up and saw inside the room, the girl was no longer sitting, but was lying on the side of the bed with her back arched, falling asleep from exhaustion.

No one dared to go there. After a while, she woke up and felt terribly light, and no one could bother her anymore.

From night to Hai, Du Xuan discussed with all the hidden guards in the courtyard what to do.

Someone suggested to force it directly, otherwise, she would collapse first, so she might as well be a sinner.

Old Tong quickly vetoed this dangerous idea.

When he couldn't make up his mind, he heard the voice of the girl in the room: "Brother Tong."

"Hey!" Old Tong hurriedly turned around, "Ali!"

The girl turned around from the bed and looked around, her outline was beautiful and beautiful, with a relieved smile on her lips: "Is there anything to eat, I'm hungry."

Looking at her smile, Lao Tong gradually stopped walking, and then a huge joy lit up from Lao Tong's eyes.

He looked at Zhi Changle on the bed, the man who hadn't woken up all day and all night still had his eyes closed, his body was neatly covered with blankets, and occasionally heaved and breathed.

"Yes, yes!" Old Tong shouted hurriedly, "I'll go now!"

Turning around, he found that Du Xuan and others were surrounded by the door. While the guard made way for him, he looked at the girl from the bed.

"Ali?" Du Xuan's voice trembled a little.

Xia Zhaoyi bent his lips, and his smile deepened: "He survived."

The men's cheers and laughter suddenly resounded in the courtyard.

Xia Zhaoyi slept for a full six hours, but the rain outside the window woke her up.

Lin Shuanglan and Feng Anan sat on the porch and whispered their words, as the cold rain splashed down, the cool touch can refresh the mind and get twice the result with half the effort.

Xia Zhaoyi opened the door and went out, and the two girls stood up to greet her, and said respectfully, "Miss Ali."

"It's an endorsement." Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile.

"Ok!"

"Everything is fine in the village."

"I'm cleaning up and building another house, but I heard that two more wounded died this morning." Lin Shuanglan said sadly.

Xia Zhaoyi nodded: "I'll go see Brother Zhi."

Lin Shuanglan followed up: "He hasn't woken up yet, but his complexion is better. Feed him water and he can swallow it."

After the words fell, she had already reached the door, she turned her gaze, only to see that the man on the bed had opened his eyes, rolling his eyes in a daze.

Zhi Changle was in so much pain that he couldn't move. Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, he turned his head with difficulty.

"Brother Zhi," Xia Zhaoyi sat down by the bed, "don't move around."

"Ali..." Zhi Changle said hoarsely, "My chest hurts so much."

"You hurt everywhere," said the honest girl, "your chest hurts the most, because I have done a few heart-wrenching things to you."

"...Put your heart out?"

"literal meaning."

Zhi Changle sighed carefully, even such a sigh felt terribly painful.

Lin Shuanglan walked over gently, stood behind Xia Zhaoyi and looked at the man on the bed.

Zhi Changle looked at her, Lin Shuanglan looked slightly uncomfortable, paused, and said, "Hero Zhi, do you feel better?"

Zhi Changle could not speak without speaking, and looked away.

The dishes were always hot on the kitchen stove, Xia Zhaoyi ate something to warm his stomach, picked up the bamboo umbrella leaning against the door, and left the courtyard.

The rain in the sky became heavier and the wind was slightly cold. Xia Zhaoyi walked towards Qiancun and heard the voices of arguments coming from the direction of the ancestral hall.

Mo Wuye and Zhan Jiuye were still arguing over the prisoners. One had to be killed, and the other swore to protect them to the death.

Xia Zhaoyi stopped for a while, did not go over, and continued to go forward.

The ground was muddy and slippery. She stepped across the river and stopped on the slope.

The rain, accompanied by sand, flowed from her knee-high riding boots. She looked at a messy ditch below the mountain. The bloody mud and sand floated up in the heavy rain. There were still dozens of corpses in the ditch that had not been cleaned.

After watching for a while, Xia Zhaoyi looked into the distance.

When I met Qian Fengrong for the first time on Jiangshang, Qian Fengrong was not alone. There was a middle-aged scholar who was elegantly dressed next to him.

According to the character of a normal person, if someone wanted him with such a high reward, he would definitely never set foot in this person's territory again.

However, Qian Fengrong went to Congxin Mansion instead.

Xia Zhaoyi was certain that it must have something to do with this middle-aged Confucian scholar.

He has won the trust of Qian Fengrong, and to some extent, he seems to be able to control Qian Fengrong.

This person may be the key.

　Thank you Yuanyuan Niang for your reward~=3=
　　
　
(End of this chapter)