Dressed as a villain's wife

Shen Wenchen didn't stay longer in Xincheng, went to the pharmacy to buy some wound medicine, and then went straight to the wine shop.

After ordering Xiaoer to prepare the things he wanted, Shen Wenchen led Zhuiyue to the stable.

Seeing Zhuiyue sinking his head into eating hard, Shen Wenchen smoothed its mane, and sighed slightly, it was hard work for him.

The shop clerk prepared what he wanted and came over to greet him, and then Shen Wenchen left the city with Zhuiyue again.

Seeing that the people who came this morning rode away on horseback, the attendants on the tower rushed to the City Lord's Mansion.

"City Lord, City Lord, that man has already left."

The entourage wiped the sweat from his forehead and said respectfully, only waiting for the city lord to reply.

The city owner snorted coldly when he heard the news he said, and withdrew from the villain on the bed.

The maid at the side stepped forward and knelt down to clean the utensils and close his clothes for him before stepping back.

"Let's go."

The entourage outside the screen couldn't help but feel a little worried when he said this, and after thinking about it, he raised his mouth: "But, where is General Song?"

"He's just a young general. He can't be Song Lian. I've already sent people to prepare. He won't live to see Song Lian."

After finishing speaking, he looked down at the unconscious little man on the bed, pinched his face with his fat fingers and said, "I'm not very satisfied with the person this time, go and find a more handsome one for me." Come."

The entourage was taken aback, thinking of the villains who had been sent to the City Lord's Mansion one after another in the past three months, a cold sweat broke out on their backs, and they could only bow their heads in response.

After getting the words of the city lord, he hurriedly left the city lord's mansion.

After the entourage left, the City Lord looked at the little man on the bed, but he lost all interest. He just stretched out his hand to caress the thin body on the bed, and finally left a bruise and purple scar on the little man's body. room.

The maid in the room lowered her head slightly when she saw the miserable state of the little man on the bed, and wiped his body silently.

As soon as the maid finished wiping, two servants came in from outside the door, skillfully wrapped the little man on the bed in a quilt and carried him out of the room with his shoulders.

Shen Wenchen put the medicine on himself, then got on his horse and continued to drive in the direction of Yancheng.

The wound on the back was filled with pus except for most of the scabs. The medicine powder stuck to the flesh and blood and was almost torn apart by the action of riding a horse. The wind and snow blew on Shen Wenchen's face and froze his eyelashes. But it made his eyes more determined.

The cold wind swept the falling snowflakes, and Shen Wenchen's figure gradually disappeared between the mountains and forests.

Lin and Chen's family are rushing in the snow at the moment. Fortunately, everyone was crowded in the car to sleep last night, otherwise they don't know what the consequences will be.

"Mother, go and sit in the car, don't come out to catch cold." Chen Qiulan saw her mother-in-law wanted to lift the curtain to get out of the car and hurriedly stopped her.

"Qiulan, get in the car, take Doudou with you, mother, get out of the car."

Lin's mother stubbornly wanted to get out of the car, so she just sat down in the car obediently by her grandson Doudou.

How thin is my daughter-in-law now? If she catches a cold again...

Thinking of this, Mother Lin was even more determined to get off the car.

"Old woman, what are you doing! Don't drag the whole family down at this time!"

Seeing that she still wanted to come out, Father Lin hurriedly scolded her.

How could he, the bedside person, not know about his wife's health?

She had been working hard for decades, and although she hadn't gotten sick much on the way to escape from famine, her body had already started to lose weight, so how could she be fine?

If we let her get out of the car, I'm afraid she will have a fever at night.

"If you want to find Fatty sooner, you can take Doudou with you Ansheng in the car, don't be brave there!"

Being reprimanded by him in front of the child, Mother Lin only felt a little wronged, but did not argue, and sat back in the car with tears in her eyes.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Doudou looked at her grandma crying with a handkerchief, and she was a little confused. Why is grandma crying?

"My grandson!"

Holding Doudou was sad for a while, and then Mother Lin stopped crying. The old man was worried about herself, how could she not know?

But this is getting old, and the whole family will be dragged down. The more she thinks about it, the heart of Lin's mother hurts as if being pulled by someone.

Seeing some white things still piled up in the corner of the car, Lin's mother wiped away her tears and asked her grandson to dig them out. When she saw a pile of rabbit skins, she laughed again.

"Grandma, what are you laughing at?"

Seeing her grandma crying and laughing for a while, Doudou was a little strange.

"My dear grandson, we are not afraid of catching a cold!"

Rabbit fur is not much, and the whole family can't get two yuan per person, but even so, Mother Lin is happy.

If you can't sew a suit of clothes, protect your heart and knees.

After all the calculations, it is enough to sew a piece of clothes for the family.

It was snowing heavily outside the car, so Mother Lin took her grandson to thread needles and threads in the car, mending clothes for the whole family.

Outside the car, Lin Yicheng was still leading the way, holding the mule with one hand and protecting his wife with the other.

Chen Qiulan followed closely in his footsteps, not daring to fall behind.

The two families drove their way through the wind and snow, but kept silent when they saw the refugees who froze to death by the roadside.

It was snowing heavily, and Nan Zhi, who had decided to take a break today and not continue on his way, sighed even more.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, even Xiao He couldn't stand it anymore.

After staying outside the car for a quarter of an hour, a layer of frost formed on his face, and he felt his whole face was numb, so Xiao He rubbed his hands and entered the car.

Who knew that Wang Jingzhi, who was still sitting there drinking porridge, seemed to be frightened when he came in, and even spilled half of the porridge in his hand.

Looking at the porridge sprinkled on the quilt, Shen Miaomiao was so distressed that she just wanted to ask him if he was sick when she found that Wang Jingzhi had shrunk into a ball and hid in a corner.

The boy who was originally bookish now seems to have broken that layer of reflection. Now he is as thin as a stick, his eyes are full of fear, and he seems to have lost that gentleness. Instead, he looks like a child who has been abused. Like the perpetrator.

"Wang, Wang Jingzhi, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Miaomiao stared at him blankly, unable to say anything else for a while.

Why did they grow up together as childhood sweethearts, but now they haven't seen each other for two months, how did that young man become what he is now?

"Go, go away!"

Apart from panic, there was also a hint of determination in the boy's eyes, as if Xiao He would bite his tongue and commit suicide if he took one step closer.

Zhiyu was taken aback by Wang Jingzhi's actions, Nanzhi hurriedly hugged his son into his arms to comfort him, and when he looked at Wang Jingzhi again, there was some inquiry in his eyes.

Could it be that Xiao He did something to him?

Although Xiao He knew why he was like this, he grimaced at the thought that he would lose the right to escape the cold in the car if he didn't do anything.

Why?

He still saved it by himself!

It's so cold outside, he doesn't want to go out to get wet in the snow!

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