After the violent wolf lord was reborn, he became sickly!

The last string in Xiao Linglang's heart broke, and she immediately let go of her hand, crawled out of the bushes and retreated as quickly as possible.

She was afraid that she would die here and her mother would never see her again.

As she turned around, her eyes drifted towards the weak pigeon and she brought it out as well.

After getting on the carriage, she sat on the stool in silence, quietly.

The pigeon was taken away by a fierce man.

Xiao Linglang thought: It would be better not to bring it back. I can’t save him and he will die faster.

Her eyes moved to the big hand with bulging veins that was rummaging through the medicine box, and her gaze slowly moved up along the hand to his expressionless face.

Pursing her lips, she suddenly cursed in an evil voice: "Human tooth."

Tuoba Jin took out the only remaining golden medicine, his expression did not change after hearing what she said, he stood in front of her, opened the bottle of medicine, and applied the medicine to her.

"No, I told your mother that I would present the betrothal gifts according to the Nanliang custom soon. But the journey is too far, so I took my fiancée away first." He stared at her seriously and said.

"You——" Xiao Linglang was so angry that she was speechless.

She pointed at Tuoba Jin, her palm trembling, "Shameless, mother will not agree to you, Chang."

Tuoba Jin paused, his eyes cast a cold light over the person in front of him.

Xiao Linglang looked at the hand so close to her face and felt a little scared. She licked her lips and swallowed the word she had not finished saying.

"Despicable," she said.

Given the two-fold gap between them, Xiao Linglang felt that it would be better for her to understand the current situation first.

Tuoba Jin retracted his gaze, curled the corners of his lips lightly, pinched the girl's chin with his slender fingers, lifted it slightly, and rubbed some medicine powder on her wound with his other hand.

"I am lonely and despicable."

Xiao Linglang choked, and the air in her chest became even more stuffy.

The powder felt cool on her face, and her heart felt cool too. Xiao Linglang blinked, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"pain?"

Tuoba Jin frowned, and the place where he had applied the medicine seemed to have become even redder.

Xiao Linglang's eyes fell on his arm, and she choked up and said, "Your hands are too rough, and they hurt my face."

"Hands that wield swords and guns are indeed not as good as those that wield literary skills." Tuoba Jin tilted his mouth, withdrew his hands, admired them for a while, and snorted meaningfully, "You will like it."

Xiao Linglang touched the place where the medicine was applied. Was it scratched so hard? No wonder it hurts so much.

"would not."

With her head feeling dizzy and heavy, Xiao Linglang's gaze drifted towards the bed. She wanted to lie down for a while, then turned to Tuoba Jin, hesitating.

This person has ulterior motives, so she might as well just make do with the chair.

Just as Xiao Linglang was about to lie down on the table, someone grabbed the back of her neck.

"Go to bed. I'm not that impatient."

Tuoba Jin knocked on the table directly. The medicine he had just applied would be gone if he rubbed it off.

If he was in a hurry, why would he wait until now?

Xiao Linglang's eyes were full of suspicion.

"If you want, I can't indulge you now. I'm afraid you will cry." The man said seriously.

The people of Mobei are strong and sturdy, and she is weaker than the average women of Southern Liang. Tuoba Jin's eyes darkened and he turned the ring on his hand. He thought that when he entered Mobei, he would first give her chalcedony to use on her, and then it might be better to consummate the marriage.

"You lecher, you pervert." Although the girl had never experienced sex, she had read a lot of books and knew that this was not a good thing to say.

With her cheeks rosy, she pushed him away and ran to the bed. She closed the curtain and poked her head out: "You must keep your word. If you flirt with me, you will... die a miserable death."

Tuoba Jin raised the corner of his eyebrow. The word "frivolous" was too strong and he didn't admit it.

Sitting on the stool, flipping through the collection of landscapes, she put it down in less than a moment, feeling bored. Why did she like reading these? Even in this new life, Tuoba Jin still couldn't understand.

He didn't like it, and later he didn't like to watch the damn thing either, but she held it in her hands and read it with gusto.

After Tuoba closed the book, he waited for the sound of gentle and steady breathing from the bed before he stood up and walked over, drawing the bed curtains to see if she had rubbed off any medicine powder.

"Didn't the Wolf Lord say to roast this fat pigeon? Why are you still bandaging its legs?" Dunk put one leg on the carriage, supported his chin with his arms, and stared curiously at Mu Shan bandaging the pigeon's legs in circles.

Mu Shan didn't stop his movements and said sadly without raising his head, "I can't figure it out either. It's just a pigeon with less than 20 grams of meat on it. Why save it?"

Dunk smacked his lips, pulled his legs back, and regained his composure, trying not to shake his head.

This is both amusing and coaxing.

This young lady from Nanliang is quite capable. The young ladies from Mobei seldom even get to see the Wolf Lord, let alone coax him.

It was late spring and approaching summer. The sun was warm at noon, and the caravan was slowly setting off on the road, following the steps of silver bells.

The Xiao Mansion, which was once decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, is now in ruins. Xiao's mother, Yang Qingwan, has cried until she fainted again and again.

Xiao Yuanzhi looked at the dark and ransacked house and felt dizzy. If they wanted their money, they could just give it to them. Why did they have to take their lives?

There were more than a hundred people in the house, even babies in swaddling clothes were not spared.

"Mother~" She wiped her tears with a handkerchief and looked worriedly at the person leaning against the rockery. If her stepmother fell down again, she would have no home.

Yang Qingwan's eyes seemed to be covered by dark clouds, and her hands hung limply. She didn't know what the point of her living was. Her husband was gone, and her daughter was gone too.

"Yuanzhi, mother regrets what she did."

"Yuanzhi knows, Yuanzhi knows." Xiao Yuanzhi held Yang Qingwan's hand, "Don't blame mother, disasters are unpredictable, mother must cheer up, Linglang, aunt and others are still waiting for us to avenge her."

"Linglang, Linglang." Yang Qingwan looked at Wangshuyuan, who was burning the most severely, in a daze. She felt a sweet sensation in her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Mother..." Xiao Yuanzhi was terrified, tears streaming down her face. She hugged Yang Qingwan and kept kissing her chest, choking, "Mother, mother, please think about Linglang. Linglang will feel sorry for you. You must hold on. What will happen if you come out? Linglang... Linglang is not safe over there either."

After a long time, just when Xiao Yuanzhi's tears were about to run dry, Yang Qingwan moved, shifted her gaze over, and stared at Xiao Yuanzhi steadily.

She reached out and gently tucked the hair that was stuck to Xiao Yuanzhi's face behind her ears, then patted her hand with red eyes.

When the yamen was collecting the bodies, Yang Qingwan stood in front of the door and watched the runners coming in and out, until she silently counted the number of people in her heart.

"Where's my daughter? Where's my daughter?"

She grabbed the yamen runner and pointed at Wangshu Garden. She asked, "There is one master and five servants in Wangshu Garden, so why are there only five people?"

The guard looked at the burnt corpse covered with white cloth and showed sympathy, "The fire was big there, maybe..."

He sighed.

Yang Qingwan's body swayed, her expression vague, and she stared blankly at the ruins.

In the evening, Xiao Yuanzhi helped Yang Qingwan back to East Street. Yang Qingwan looked at the secluded courtyard, lost in thought.