The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

The maids surrounded Tang San and his group. Tang San shouted to Jiang Muxia, "Miss Jiang, take the young master away. They are so bold that they dare to lock you up here. They don't take the officials seriously at all."

Tang San's words were confusing, and the maid didn't understand what he meant.

Jiang Muxia knew that this was an excuse he made up. Now that their night visit to Chaoguan had been exposed, the only way to escape was to drag them into the water.

"Tang Si, come here." Jiang Muxia put the man on the ground, pulled out the whip from his waist and swung it into the crowd, clearing a path for him.

"Take the young master to see the head of the Xu family. I have other things to do."

Tang Si saw Tang Zhong's pale, purple and black face, and his expression was a little flustered. His face turned like this, I'm afraid he's going to...

He didn't dare to think, so he carried Tang Zhongbai on his back and ran away.

"Daxin, you accompany Tang Si, I will stay to help Miss Jiang." Tang Si retreated to the side door with a sword in his hand.

Jiang Muxia walked quickly to Jiang Hongxin, with a hint of coldness in her eyes, "Why don't you come with me?"

"I'm sorry, I can't leave until the goddess dies."

"Even if there is only one dead end?"

"Yes."

Jiang Muxia stared at her with increasing confusion. What important matter could be holding her back that made her even give up her family?

"I feel sorry for Aunt Jun. She misses you day and night and has become ill from worrying about you. You are not worthy of being her daughter." As she said this, she came to Tang San without looking back. The two of them joined hands and advanced and retreated, fighting with the maids.

The maid's kung fu was only superficial, and she was no match for them at all. In a moment, everyone was knocked to the ground. If she was Jiang Muxia in her previous life, none of these people would have survived and would have died on the spot.

"Let's go, business is important." The two of them ran out of the temple quickly.

Jiang Hongxin felt heartbroken. She dreamed of returning to her parents, but she had more important things to do. Faced with family affection and justice, she had to choose justice.

Two tears slid down her eyes, and she murmured three words to Jiang Muxia's departing figure, "I'm sorry."

At the beginning of the Yin hour, Jiang Muxia and Tang San arrived at the tavern. Xu Da had already given him acupuncture, and his complexion had improved a little.

Jiang Muxia walked up to Xu Da and asked, "How is he?"

"Don't worry, it was a male bug that bit him, and there are no eggs in the wound. But male bugs are poisonous. I fed him detoxification pills and gave him an injection to remove the poison. He should be fine."

Xu Da looked at her red and swollen eyes, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes, but stopped mid-air. He smiled bitterly to himself, who was he to wipe her tears?

After Jiang Muxia knew that Tang Zhongbai was fine, she felt relieved. Her body suddenly relaxed and she felt a black screen before her eyes. She quickly squatted down and slid down to sit on the ground against the wall.

Xu Da thought she was too sad and slowly left the room, leaving the two of them alone.

She took a long time to calm down before the dizziness in front of her eyes subsided. She didn't dare to go to the bed to look at him, hugged her legs tightly, buried her head between her legs, and cried her tears like a flood that broke through the dam and could not be stopped.

Xu Da stood at the door in a dilemma. Listening to her crying, he felt indescribably sad. Now he couldn't figure out whether he had a brother-sister relationship with her or a romantic one. He didn't know when it started, but whenever he thought of Xin'er, the figure that appeared in front of him was her.

Whenever he met her lively and expressive eyes, his heartbeat quickened and he fell into a state of self-contradiction.

He hated himself for being like this. She was his brother's fiancée. How could he...

Hearing the crying sounds in the house gradually subside, he walked down to the second floor in a daze. He had been in a very bad mental state in the past few days and had nightmares every night.

I dreamed that on the boat returning to the villa, I encountered a robber. Xin'er blocked a knife for him, and when she hugged the robber and died together, she shouted to him, "Brother Xu, I want to be your sister in the next life."

But in the blink of an eye, the person who fell into the water became Jiang Muxia. She stared at him with resentment and yelled at him: "Brother, why did you kill Zhong Bai? I will never forgive you."

Xu Da walked out of the tavern in a daze. It was pitch black outside. He walked to the ferry in the darkness and walked aimlessly eastward along the river.

On the second floor of the tavern, Jiang Muxia's crying turned into sobbing. The person on the bed moved slightly and muttered, "Muxia, run quickly, don't worry about me..."

Jiang Muxia stood up and ran to the couch, only to see him waving his hands and grabbing and pushing around in the air.

She grabbed his hands, her voice choking, "I'm here, I'm here, we're all fine. You should rest well, I'll stay with you."

The two held hands, and feeling her presence, Tang Zhongbai gradually calmed down.

Jiang Muxia placed his hands flat on both sides of his body and looked at his fair face. The wound on his forehead had been treated and the swelling had subsided a little.

She raised her hand and gently stroked his white face, which had already lost its dark blue color. Her fingertips fell on his lips. The hard stubble pricked her fingertips. She smiled slightly, tapped his lips lightly with her fingertips, and said with a smile: "Your beard has grown out. When you wake up, I will help you shave it off, okay?"

No one responded to her. She kept watching until she felt sleepy and fell asleep on him.

Jiang Muxia was woken up by Nanny Jiang. It was already bright when she opened her eyes. Nanny Jiang stood in front of the bed with two bowls of porridge and gently pushed her with her elbow, "Get up and eat something. Fuzi ran home to look for you early in the morning and is waiting for you in the backyard now. It seems like he has something important to talk to you about."

When Jiang Muxia saw her, her eyes turned red, her nose felt sore, and she hugged her thighs, "Mammy, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of him."

Nanny Jiang held the bowl and tried to prevent the porridge from spilling out, but she didn't dare to move. She smiled softly and said, "Silly girl, you didn't bite me, why should I blame you? Let me go, the porridge is going to spill."

Jiang Muxia let go of her hand, rubbed her eyes, stood up and walked out, "I don't want to drink the porridge anymore, I'm going to find Fuzi."

She thought Fu Zi was looking for her because something happened to her second uncle's family. The first words Fu Zi said to her made her so shocked that her eyes almost popped out.

"Sister Jiang, I went to the yard to look for you early this morning, and saw the villagers of Lu Village running out of the Chaoguan in panic. After asking, I found out that all the maids in the Chaoguan were dead except Jiang Hongxin." Fuzi's face was a little excited, with some gloating.

"How is Jiang Hongxin?" Although she had said harsh words to her, she was only disappointed for Aunt Jun's family. She never wanted anything to happen to her.

Fuzi shook his head. "I don't know. His life should not be in danger. When I came, the village chief led some people there, and I saw a doctor being taken in."

"Do you know how they died and who did it?"

"Sister Jiang, aren't you making things difficult for me? I just heard what they said. I didn't even see a single person. Some people speculated that someone tried to steal something but was discovered and killed them. The scene was in the backyard of the porridge we saw the night before. The villagers also said that several pots of porridge had gone bad and were wasted."

"Backyard?" Jiang Muxia was puzzled. A trace of confusion flashed through her mind. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.