Her Highness Doesn’t Want to Work Hard Anymore

It can be seen from the fact that Li Ji chased Hua Manman all the way to Longdong County, it is impossible for him to let Manman take risks alone.

Hua Manman knew this very well, so after being rejected by Li Ji, she didn't say anything about going back to Beijing alone to save others.

Because they knew about the arrest warrant, they gave up the flat and wide official road and went to the remote and rugged mountain road.

The carriage bumped so badly on the mountain road that it almost knocked out the internal organs of Hua Manman and Yueniang.

Hua Manman couldn't take it anymore, so she simply gave up the carriage and chose to ride a horse.

Although it is already the beginning of spring, it is still cold and the temperature in the mountains is still very low.

The cold wind blew in front of her face, making her cheeks flushed from the cold, and her fingers were frozen.

Li Ji looked back at her from time to time and asked worriedly.

"Would you like to stop for a while?"

Hua Manman endured the chill and shook his head: "No need."

She wanted to hurry back to Tianjing so that she could see Goudan sooner.

House seemingly endless rain.

Today, there was a sudden heavy rain, and the mountain road became slippery and muddy. If you are not careful, you will slip and fall into the mountain.

For the sake of safety, they had to suspend their journey and look for a place where they could take shelter from the rain and rest.

They found an abandoned earth temple nearby.

But when they hurried to the temple, they found that there were already a group of people hiding from the rain in the temple.

Adhering to the principle of first come, first served, Li Liao took the initiative to greet the other party and asked if he could borrow a place to hide from the rain?

The group of people looked very young, and there were several immature children among them, and they all carried big bags and small bags. There was a flagpole standing in the corner, and the words "Yunhe Troupe" were written on the pennant.

This turned out to be a theater troupe traveling all over the world.

The class leader is a strong middle-aged man named Zheng Fu.

Zheng Fu originally didn't want others to come to the temple to hide from the rain. After all, the theater troupe has a lot of business, what if someone steals something and steals it?

But when he saw Li Liao's tall and strong physique, and the long sword worn by Li Liao's waist, he immediately changed his words of refusal.

"This land temple has no owner. We just passed through here to hide from the rain. How can we stop others from coming in? If you want to come in, come in."

Li Liao thanked him, turned around and called everyone to come in to shelter from the rain.

The space in the temple is limited, so many people are suddenly squeezed in, it can't help but seem cramped.

The group of troupe members gathered together consciously.

On Li Ji's side, he didn't intend to take the initiative to talk to the other party.

The two sides are quite distinct.

The guards quickly cleaned up the place, and found firewood from the temple, lit it, and put the boiler on to boil water.

Yueniang took out dry food and distributed it to everyone.

Their dry food is mainly steamed buns and noodles, and there are also some dried meat and pickles.

This is already a very simple and rough meal for them, but it is already the best meal for the group of people in the troupe.

Even Zheng Fu, who is the class leader, couldn't help but look at Li Ji's group a few more times, his eyes lingering on the white flour steamed buns they held in their hands.

The steamed buns looked white and soft, and it seemed that they were made of high-quality white flour.

Ordinary people can't afford such fine meals.

Like their theater troupe, they can only eat hard corn bread when they are on the road.

Wowotou is dry and hard, and it scratches the throat when swallowed.

It is far from the white flour steamed buns that the group of people in front of them are holding.

Sitting next to Zheng Fu was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

The eyebrows and eyes of the two are somewhat similar.

The boy's name is Yuan Bao, and he and Zheng Fu are uncles and nephews.

Yuan Bao was too greedy for those white flour steamed buns, he whispered to the class leader.

"Uncle, shall we go talk to them?"

Maybe the other party is in a good mood, can you give them a few white flour steamed buns?

In order to have a taste of the steamed buns, Zheng Fu and Yuan Bao cheekily approached Li Liao and Li Ji, trying every means to strike up a conversation.

Li Ji didn't even lift his eyelids from the beginning to the end, he just didn't bother to pay attention to the other party.

Li Liao was willing to chat with the other party, but it was just a chat.

He didn't seem to notice that the other party looked at the white-faced steamed bun with bright eyes, chatting while eating.

When Zheng Fu and Yuan Bao talked dry, they still couldn't get one or two steamed buns.

Both uncle and nephew were a little annoyed.

They returned empty-handed.

On the other side, Yueniang noticed that the children were staring at the steamed buns in her hand, all of them were drooling with greed, Yueniang was a little soft-hearted, and asked Hua Manman in a low voice.

"Can I share some steamed buns with those children?"

Hua Manman followed the trend and saw those skinny children.

They looked like the oldest was only seven or eight years old, and the youngest was only three or four years old.

Probably because of long-term malnutrition, they all grow thin and small.

Hua Manman is a mother herself, especially when she sees so many children who are about the same age as her son, she can't be cruel.

She agreed to Yueniang's request.

Yueniang waved to those children.

After they came over, Yueniang gave them a steamed bun respectively.

They held the white and soft steamed buns, as if they had found a treasure, and they were reluctant to eat them.

They put the steamed buns into their bosoms, kowtowed to Yueniang and Hua Manman, and thanked them for the steamed buns.

Hua Manman hurriedly pulled them up.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Fu and Yuan Bao couldn't help cursing in their hearts.

This group of blind guys, their uncle and nephew said so many good things just now, they didn't even get a steamed bun, and those stinky kids didn't do anything, and they were able to get a steamed bun each.

After those children came back, Zheng Fu and Yuan Bao immediately snatched all the steamed buns from their arms.

Zheng Fu noticed that the two young ladies were looking this way, and his heart moved.

He put the steamed buns into his arms, and started to punch and kick those children, swearing some nasty words in his mouth.

Those children were obviously beaten often on weekdays, and they didn't dare to fight back when they were beaten. The first reaction was to squat down and hug their heads, curled up into a ball, and tried their best to protect their vital parts.

Hua Manman couldn't see it, and stepped forward to stop it.

"Speak well if you have something to say, don't hit people here!"

Zheng Fu pretended to be embarrassing, and kept answering.

But when Hua Manman turned around, Zheng Fu slapped the youngest child hard on the forehead again.

The skinny child was beaten and fell to the ground, moaning in pain.

Hua Manman glared at him angrily: "I told you not to hit people, don't you understand people's words?!"

Zheng Fu: "Little lady doesn't know, our theater troupe has always disciplined young people like this.

If we don't convince these boys, we won't be able to control them when their wings harden in the future.

The little lady is kind-hearted at first glance, if you can't stand it, you can buy these children. "