The Reborn Wife is Farming

Qi San stood in front of the door, walking back and forth anxiously, a guard rushed up from the bottom of the mountain, he rushed up to meet him and asked, "How is it?"

The guard took a deep breath and said, "Young Master Biao has personally led the troops. He has already gone up the mountain, and he will be there in two quarters of an hour."

Qi San punched excitedly, and said happily: "That's great!"

The monks of Baiyun Temple were stationed not far away, but he was always frightened, for fear that those people would lose control and rush over.

Qi San couldn't leave, so he turned around and told a guard: "Tell the news to the princess quickly."

When Mu Yangling got the news, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he felt relieved. He turned his head and told Lichun, "Tell the maid to pack up. The queue outside the second gate is still on guard. Keep Wu Jiekong and others under strict supervision."

Mu Yangling turned around to look at Miss Wang who was sleeping next door. Qiaohui was sleeping on the bedside. When she heard the sound of footsteps, her body tensed up, and she jumped up and looked back guardedly. When she saw Mu Yangling, her expression eased slightly. , but his eyes were still fixed on her.

Mu Yangling didn't seem to notice her alertness, stepped forward and touched Miss Wang's forehead, nodded and said, "The fever is gone."

"Thank you, Princess, for giving me the medicine."

Mu Yangling waved his hands and said with a smile: "Since I promised to treat her illness, I naturally did what I said, but her fever subsided, but her injuries were serious. The doctor said that his ability is limited, and there is not enough medicine on the mountain. Not many things."

Qiaohui gritted her teeth, and asked involuntarily, "What does the princess mean?"

"There is an imperial doctor in my residence, who is very skilled in medicine, and the general's residence also has a lot of medicinal materials. I have ordered someone to prepare a sedan chair. The carriage is too bumpy. Your girl is too injured to ride in the carriage. Fortunately, I have asked someone to make a bed in the sedan chair. At least it can reduce some bumps, and you can go and see what else needs to be added later, your girl is weak, and you have to take care of her."

Qiaohui breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she can stay with the girl.

"Niang Niang, Xiao Shizi has woken up and is looking for you." Gu Yu came quickly.

Mu Yangling nodded slightly to Qiaohui, and hurried over to look at his son. The little bear was sitting on the bed with his mouth pursed. He wanted to cry or not. When he saw his mother stretching out her hand to hug her, tears fell down, feeling so wronged. Incredible.

Mu Yangling hurriedly stepped forward to hold him in his arms, wiped away his tears, and asked softly, "Why are you crying? Isn't mother here?"

The little bear leaned against her chest obediently, sobbed twice, clutching her sleeves tightly with his little hands, and only looked at her aggrieved.

Mu Yangling nodded his nose, dressed him himself, and coaxed him: "Little bear, let's go home after we get dressed, shall we?"

Hearing that he was going home, Little Bear was happier. He stretched out his hand to ask his mother to dress him well, and then climbed out of bed and squatted on the ground to put on his shoes.

When Fan Zijin rushed in, what he saw was Little Bear putting shoes on his feet with red eyes, and so many girls in the room were watching, and his face turned blue with anger, and said angrily: "How are you serving Xiao Shizi?" What? Didn’t you see Xiao Shizi wearing shoes?”

Lichun and the others were taken aback, looked at Mu Yangling who was standing aside, and stood with hands tied, not knowing whether to step forward to help or not.

Since Xiaoshizi was two years old, he asked himself to wear clothes and shoes, and sometimes he would ask the princess or girls to help when he was lazy, and the princess also said that in the future, he would try to let Xiaoshizi do it himself.

Little Xiong was also taken aback, and squatted down on the ground, staring blankly at Fan Zijin.

The round-headed, round-brained child who looks very similar to Hao Ran has reddish eyes. It looks like he has been bullied and wronged. Fan Zijin's heart aches. He loves Xiao Xiong in the first place, but now Xiao Xia is pregnant again. It is a father's love When flooding, seeing the little bear looking at him, he immediately softened his expression, stepped forward to hug the little bear, and said, "Little bear, who bullied you? Tell uncle, uncle will help you beat him."

As he asked, he wanted to put on shoes for him.

The child's feet were small and soft, and Fan Zijin couldn't get them in after wearing them for a while. In addition, the bear was not light, and he squatted again, and his forehead was sweating for a while.

Knowing that he was not in good health, Mu Yangling hurriedly carried the little bear from his arms, took the shoes in his hand and put them on the little bear, explaining: "This kid is self-reliant, and now he doesn't like people to help him put on his shoes."

Fan Zijin straightened up, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's not necessary to be self-reliant, how old is he? You are too strict."

Mu Yangling felt that it would be better to go back and discuss this kind of education issue with Qi Haoran behind closed doors, so he nodded perfunctorily, and Fan Zijin knew that she hadn't listened, so he asked seriously: "Where is the Jingshui Temple?" What's going on? The guard came back to report the letter, and he didn't say clearly, the assassin was caught?"

Mu Yangling wanted to hand the little bear to Lichun, but the little bear hugged his mother's neck tightly. Mu Yangling could only hug him and tell Fan Zijin what happened last night, saying: "I suspect that Miss Wang is not Wang Ping's daughter."

"She didn't bring an identity document? There must be something to prove her identity?" Fan Zijin asked.

Mu Yangling was stunned, and said: "If you don't tell me, I'd forget. I was too busy thinking that they were fleeing for their lives. It is impossible to bring these things. I will ask someone to ask later, but now the master is unconscious. What is the truth? Ask when someone wakes up."

Fan Zijin nodded, "How do you plan to arrange her?"

"Let's put it in the general's mansion and keep it. As for the three dead men, leave them to you. Don't take their lives. Although they are fierce, their masters are in our hands. They should know what to do."

Fan Zijin frowned slightly, "Didn't you say that Qiaohui is good at martial arts?"

Mu Yangling smiled and said, "Don't worry, there are quite a few martial maids in my house. She can't beat four hands with two fists, and she has a seriously injured master to protect. She won't be ignorant," Mu Yangling lowered her voice. The voice said: "Besides, those three dead men seem to be following her orders."

Fan Zijin frowned.

Qi San said that Master Jingxin went directly into the house to persuade Qiaohui. The two sides were still in confrontation, but Qiaohui made the dead man give up resistance and was willing to be tied up, which shows that they listened to Qiaohui.

The reinforcements brought by Fan Zijin surrounded Baiyun Temple and Jingshui Temple. He left half of them to separate the monks and nuns in the temple, and then took half of them to escort Mu Yangling and the others back to the city.

Wu Wu and others were all taken away by him, leaving Baiyun Temple and Jingshui Temple without a leader.

Seeing that the monks and nuns were making a fuss, Fan Zijin appointed two senior monks and nuns to manage Baiyun Temple and Jingshui Temple respectively, and then took people to protect Mu Yangling and others down the mountain.

Wu Wu knew that the sedan chair he found was to carry Ms. Wang, and the most important thing was stability, so he asked someone to directly lift out the largest sedan chair, covered it with a thick quilt, and Ms. Wang was gently placed on the chair by Qiaohui. On it, she herself sat on one side and hugged her head and gently placed it on her knees, indicating that she could get up the sedan chair.

The mountain road is bumpy, and the sedan chair is indeed much more stable than the horse-drawn carriage. In addition, the sedan chair is carried by four guards with strong martial arts. They start and land in unison. Qiaohui let go of the heart she had been carrying all along.