The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 475
Once a woman becomes a mother, her heart becomes hardened in order to protect her calf.The unbound foot aimed at Mo Zhen's abdomen and kicked it mercilessly, and Mo Zhen suddenly fell to the ground, swaying, and almost slipped down the slope.

The cold wind blew across people's face, blowing away Xiuhe's temple hair, Xiuhe bit her lips and teeth tightly, the red oozing from the corners of her mouth showed her disgust and hatred for the old woman in front of her.That's wrong, she didn't hate at all, and the days before were peaceful, if it wasn't because of her father's unexplained death, she wouldn't have traveled north and seen this group of ghosts and ghosts.

"Woooo~~~"

Hanajuan cried until her voice became hoarse, Xiuhe thought of the little girl who was injured last time, and her heart was full of pity: "Oh~ dear brother, don't cry, don't cry, it hurts, let's go back." Spit on the old princess Take a bite, and hurried back with Zai Zai wrapped.

"Third Grandma, Third Grandma—" There was a lot of chaos everywhere, the old lady's carriage was about to leave, and A Tan stood on the shaft and called.

"Uh woo woo~~what, what~" Suyue held the crying little sweet treasure, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the scene of pushing and shoving behind the wooden house. Stumbled, hesitated for a moment, then put down the curtain: "Let's go, let's go, it's too late."

Urge the groom to leave quickly.

"Hiss—" the stone smashed his knee, and the pain was so painful that he saw Xiuhe turn around and was about to leave, Mo Zhen suddenly laughed ferociously.That withered old hand touched a stone beside her, and suddenly threw it behind Xiuhe's head.

"Hmm..." Xiuhe only heard the gust of wind approaching behind her, and was about to turn her head to avoid it, but suddenly felt a heavy blow on the back of her neck, and her eyes went limp in dizziness.

"Bring it to you!" Mo Zhen stumbled up and pulled the flower roll in Xiu He's arms, trying to fall to her death on the slope.But this girl died as soon as she died, but her hands still guarded the little bitch's bones so tightly that she couldn't pull them out no matter what.

"Princess, concubine, the bandits have been beaten away, what are you doing hiding there?" Hearing the maid shouting from behind, she was approaching slowly.

Quickly pretending to be pumping his pants: "Scared, don't come here, it's dirty, just be fine."

Looking at the beautiful and delicate face of the young woman on the snowy ground, the red, white and white ghosts are blurred, and the childish child in her arms is handsome and pale, crying so hard that she can't even speak hoarsely.Her heart felt weak, fearing that the soul from the barren mountains would come to claim her life again, she crawled down to the ground in panic, picked up a pile of thick snow around her, and covered the mother and child's bodies.

"Die...die...one death is one...you deserved to die 17 years ago, you lived for more than ten years by accident, you got hurt by a man, and you gave birth to a child, you should be content... ..."

He stumbled and ran towards the carriage.

"Wow...Wow..." There was a lot of snow, and not far away, only soldiers were cleaning up the debris. No one knew that someone had gone to the back of the house, and another story had happened there.

"Da, da~~" The flower roll was so cold that it squirmed its chubby hands and legs, trying to break mother's eyelids.But he was too young to learn to crawl, and he couldn't reach him.Later, the snow fell harder and harder, and he was too cold to make a sound.

The sky and the earth are boundless, and a ray of bright red slowly overflows from the back of the woman's hairpin, dyeing the paper umbrella red.So beautiful, how come no one comes to pick it up.

(End of this chapter)