After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Since he didn't have to go out to the stall tomorrow, Song Huiling went to bed early and went to bed just after the hour of Xu.

Song Huiling slept on the inside and Yang slept on the outside. As soon as she got on the bed, she turned over and faced her back to Song Huiling, sighing repeatedly.

Song Huiling knew that she was still upset about losing her silver comb, and was about to speak to comfort her when Yang turned over and faced her.

In the darkness, Song Huiling could not see Yang's expression clearly. She only heard her say, "Huiling, I've thought about it and decided to just forget about the silver comb."

"Mom, this is the memory Dad left for you, how can you count it?" Song Huiling knew that the possibility of getting the silver comb back was slim, but the thing was lost because of her. Even if the hope was slim, she would try to find it.

"No matter how much you miss someone, it's left by the dead. The person has been dead for so long, no matter how deep the feelings are, you should take it lightly. The living are the most important." Yang's tone was too blunt, and Song Huiling was a little worried that she was forcibly suppressing her sadness.

Suddenly, she felt Yang raise her hand and place it on her cheek, and said earnestly: "Hui Ling, mother has no other hope. As long as you can take good care of yourself, live a good life with A Zhan, and give birth to a pair of chubby little babies, mother will be worthy of A Zhan's father."

Song Huiling grabbed Yang's hand and said tactfully, "Mother, it will be fine. Everything will be fine."

Although she felt a little morally blackmailed, she couldn't agree to Yang's request against her conscience, nor could she refuse directly. She would talk about the matter with He Zhan later.

"Hui Ling, I'm relieved that you miss me so much, but everything should wait until you recover." This ambiguous answer made Yang feel much more at ease, and her tone was not as heavy as before.

Song Huiling didn't know what to say, so she could only chuckle in response, and then the whole room fell silent.

In this awkward silence, Song Huiling unexpectedly fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, she was awakened by a chill under her feet. When she opened her eyes, she felt that both of her feet were exposed outside the quilt.

There was no light in the room, it was pitch black and she couldn't see clearly what was around her. She reached out and felt around randomly, only to find a corner of the quilt around her waist. She continued to feel around to the side and found that most of the quilt was covering Yang.

Song Huiling was speechless. Yang's sleeping habits were much worse than hers. At least she didn't have the habit of rolling up the quilt in the middle of the night.

She grabbed the quilt and pulled it hard, snatching half of the blanket from Yang, and covered herself with it carefully. Just as she closed her eyes, she heard what seemed to be light footsteps in the yard.

But when I listened carefully again, it disappeared again.

Song Huiling didn't take it seriously, thinking that she was just hallucinating because her brain was not clear in the middle of the night.

But not long after, she heard the sound of a door being pushed open in the east room.

This time she couldn't sleep, so she sat up and pushed Yang hard.

Yang was awakened. She rubbed her sleepy eyes in the dark and asked in a daze, "Hui Ling, why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night?"

"Shh." Although she knew that Yang couldn't see, Song Huiling still made a gesture to silence her and lowered her voice to the lowest level so that only the two of them could hear, "Mom, there's a thief in the house!"

This completely woke Yang up. She got up from the bed and asked, "Where is it?"

"I went to the east room. I just heard the sound of the door being pushed open." Song Huiling replied as he got out of bed in the dark.

When Yang heard the noise, she also got out of bed: "Hui Ling, could it be that A Zhan is back?"

Song Huiling rejected it without a second thought: "Impossible, He Zhan said he would be away from home for five days, but he has only been out for three days. Besides, if he really came back, why didn't he go through the front door? I clearly didn't hear the sound of the gate opening just now. This little thief must have climbed over the wall to get in!"

Yang was also alert, but she didn't look too worried: "Hui Ling, there was a thief in the east room, shouldn't we be worried about that little thief? With Ah Mo's fierceness, ordinary little thieves are no match for him."

Song Huiling lit the oil lamp in the dark: "I am worried because the thief broke into the east room. Ah Mo is a very cautious person. What if he accidentally kills the thief? It is always a bad omen for the He family to have someone die. It will be difficult for He Zhan to explain to the army then."

Yang's face changed and she rushed to the east room in her slippers, but it was too late. The sound of fierce fighting came from the east room, and occasionally she could hear the sound of cabinets overturned and stone benches falling to the ground.

Song Huiling walked out of the west room holding a lamp, and Yang hurriedly followed.

When I arrived at the door of the main hall, I heard no sound of anyone talking except the sound of fighting, not even a sound of begging for mercy.

Song Huiling knew A'mo's abilities. Although he looked thin and weak, his kung fu was very powerful. He had to make sure that the little thief was beaten so hard that he couldn't speak.

Yang was about to go to the east room, but Song Huiling quickly pulled her back. The battle was fierce at the moment, and she had to avoid being injured by mistake.

"Amr, be gentle, don't let the person die." After all, it was the middle of the night, and Song Huiling pinched his throat, not daring to speak too loudly.

This time, the fighting stopped. Song Huiling had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard a humming and ahhhing sound coming from the east room.

It's a bit like the sound of someone sobbing hard after their hands and feet are pinned down and their mouth is covered.

But this whimpering sound was extremely familiar, it was clearly A'mo's!

Song Huiling didn't care about anything at this moment. His mind suddenly got hot. He put down the lamp, picked up a carrying pole in front of the main room door, and rushed to the east room.

She bent down and entered the east room, holding the carrying pole and waving it wildly in front of her eyes, shouting, "Amo, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

Song Huiling was still very timid when facing such a situation. In order to give herself courage, she closed her eyes when she came in and just hit people with a carrying pole. In short, the bad guys didn't dare to approach easily.

But after this shout, the east room remained silent, and the only response she got was A'mo's whimpering and groaning. Song Huiling swallowed and opened her eyes. The room had become bright, and the warm yellow light enveloped a tall figure. The hostility emanating from that figure made Song Huiling inexplicably frightened.

Yang also rushed into the east room. When she saw the figure standing in the room, her eyes widened instantly: "Ah Zhan, why is it you?"

Song Huiling looked down and saw A'mo curled up on the ground in pain, his right hand tightly grasping his left wrist, which seemed to be broken.

"A'mo, where are you hurt?" Song Huiling felt distressed when he saw this and rushed over immediately. However, as soon as he touched A'mo's left hand, he pulled it back with a painful look on his face.

A cold voice sounded from above: "Song Huiling, explain to me what is going on? Why is there a strange man wearing my clothes and sleeping in our bed?"