Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 120 Finding Xiaomei (5)
Bu Youran's eyelids drooped, "Oh."

"By the way, I heard that the martial arts of the Nanshan School are unique. You don't need to be close to kill someone, just a single finger can kill you. I'm leaving in two days to learn from a teacher. Do you want to come with me?" Miss Bi asked.

"Okay..." Then there was a faint snoring.

Miss Bi sat with her back against the pillars in the temple, her eyes still staring at the rain curtain outside the door...

……

Early the next morning, Bu Youran opened his eyes and saw that there was no one beside him.

She stood up, feeling as if her body was falling apart, and she was in pain all over. She was really used to enjoying the comfortable life, and she couldn't bear any hardships.

Just when she was about to leave, Miss Bi walked in with a piece of oiled paper in her hand, "Are you awake? I bought some buns."

"Buns?" Bu Youran's heart moved. Although the compressed biscuits I ate yesterday were very filling, they were still warm and delicious.

Bu Youran ate two at once, and wanted to eat more, but Miss Bi bought four in total, so she gave up.

"Where are you going next?" Miss Bi asked.

"I want to find a fortune teller." Bu Youran replied.

"But the old man with long beard in the west of the county?"

"You know it too?" Bu Youran raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Miss Bi shook her head, "It's just that I passed by last time and heard him read letters to others. I thought the writing was very good, so I got an impression."

Bu Youran was a little disappointed.

"I'll leave for the Nanshan faction tomorrow. I'll accompany you to finish the matter today. If it goes well, you can come with me."

Bu Youran nodded hesitantly, she wanted to explain that she was actually different from her, but she was afraid that the government would arrest someone today, and it would be difficult for her to deal with it alone, so she agreed first.

After the two were full, they got up and left in a hurry. There was still no movement in the county today. It seemed that the official hadn't made a decision on who to arrest.

Bu Youran found the location of the fortune teller, but the person hadn't arrived yet, they waited for about half an hour, and the old man Shan Shan came.

Bu Youran stepped forward, "Sir, she and I are old acquaintances, she, like me, comes from afar!" She said boldly.

The old man glanced at Bu Youran, stroked his beard and smiled, "Follow me."

Bu Youran was overjoyed, followed behind and turned eastward and westward, and came to the courtyard of a private house.

The old man said, "Go in." After speaking, he turned and left.

Bu Youran stood in place and looked around. This was a family that seemed to be in good condition, with flowers, water, and a tree in the yard.

Before I could take a closer look, there was a tearing scream from a woman in the room, followed by the cry of a child falling to the ground.

"Congratulations Mr. Huo, it's a boy."

The voice in the room was an old woman with a hoarse voice.

"Thank you midwife, thank you..." The man's excited voice said, "Lady, it's a boy!"

When someone came out, they saw Bu Youran and Miss Bi in the yard, "Who are you?"

"I..." Bu Youran didn't respond for a while.

I only heard the soft voice of the woman in the room asking, "Who is coming from outside?"

That's right, Bu Youran heard it right, it was Xiaomei's voice.

Bu Youran suddenly raised her voice and called, "Xiaomei? Xiaomei?"

Xiaomei in the room trembled.

"Miss?" Huo An noticed something strange, and couldn't help worrying, "Is someone outside disturbing you, I'll blow you away."

"No..." Xiaomei's face turned pale, and she grabbed him even tighter, and then let go, "Master, help me call them in, that's my old acquaintance."

Bu Youran was invited in, and Miss Bi was waiting outside behind her. After all, the woman had just given birth, and the smell inside was not good.

When Bu Youran first saw Xiaomei, she was startled at first, seeing that there was a belt tied around her head, and there was a little baby who didn't even open her eyes lying beside her, her heart almost stopped beating.

"Xiaomei, you... how could you..." Bu Youran couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

Xiaomei smiled bitterly, "If I had known that this would happen after completing the mission, I would never have come here."

"It's not too late." Bu Youran stepped forward and grabbed her cold hand, "I came here to pick you up, your parents are waiting for you anxiously."

Xiaomei shook her head, "Miss Step, it's late." She glanced at the child beside her, her face brimming with happiness, "Over there are my parents, and here are my husband-in-law and the child. I don't want to give up on any of them, but... Right now, the children need me more."

Bu Youran frowned, "You should know that in ancient times, our bodies couldn't conceive at all, why did you..."

"It must have been the fortune teller who brought you here."

Bu leisurely nodded.

"It's the medicine he gave me. I can conceive with any body, but..." she said sadly, "I won't live for two years."

"Then why bother?" Bu Youran said anxiously, "Follow me back, modern medical technology can treat it, go, you simply clean up, we will leave immediately."

"Step sister!" Xiaomei let go of her hand and flatly refused, "I won't."

"Then you don't care about your parents? Your father has a heart attack and just had a heart bypass. Your mother still wants you to come back and help her, so you have the heart to ignore them?"

"You will take good care of them, won't you?" Xiaomei's eyes were moist and hot, her lips trembling, "Sister Step, don't say any more, I only have two years to live, I hope these two years are reserved for my children and husband, forgive me Selfish……"

"How could you..." Bu Youran choked up, shook her head, and walked out.

Miss Bi saw Bu Youran running out, and hurriedly chased after him.

"What's going on?" Miss Bi asked worriedly.

Bu Youran took a deep breath, with a complicated expression on his face.

From time to time, common people passed by and saw the two of them pointing and talking in low voices, and more and more people gathered, and their voices became louder.

"It's her."

"It seems to be her..."

(End of this chapter)