The bullock cart pulled several refugees out of the city to return to their hometowns. They were wearing rags and smelled of smell. The soldiers patrolling the city gate were a little disgusted by the smell of the bullock carts. After a quick glance, they were allowed to pass.
Mingzhu has been taking a bath for many days. She feels that her whole body is smelly now. She can't stand it and whispers: "I really want to take a bath."
Hongling thought about it seriously and told her: "When it gets dark, let's go to the river to wash up."
Mingzhu cried out in disbelief, "By the river?" She hesitated a little, and then said, "Then I won't wash it yet."
Hong Ling said: "I'm watching you, don't be afraid." She glanced at Mingzhu, and then said: "I have long seen that you must have lived a hard life in the past, but now that you are down and out, just Don’t act like a young lady.”
Hong Ling used to hate official ladies the most, but after getting along with her these days, she feels that she has a good personality and that she is a pretty good person. Only then was he willing to help her out. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't even bother to say anything.
Mingzhu's face turned red when she told her, and she explained warmly: "I'm not holding it, because I'm afraid of being seen."
"I already told you that I'm blocking you, but if you really can't get over this hurdle, you'll have to wait until we settle down before you can take a bath." Hong Ling was raised by an old beggar and can stand being dirty. , if you don’t take a shower for ten days and a half, that’s what you call it.
Mingzhu thought for a while, then she looked up at Hongling and made up her mind, "You can watch it for me."
When it was almost dark, Mingzhu carried her baggage and went to the small river in the back mountain with Hongling, looking for a place to block the view of Bitan. She took off her shoes and socks and plunged her legs into the pool. The water was cold, her hands and feet were curled up, and her upper and lower teeth were chattering. She endured the cold and took a quick bath.
Hong Ling felt that she was not dirty at all. Seeing that she had finished taking a bath, he handed her clean clothes.
Mingzhu took off her wet clothes and put on her usual clothes.
Hongling kept her back to her, waiting a little impatiently, "Zhuzhu, have you changed yet?"
Mingzhu tied the last belt and said, "Okay."
Hong Ling turned around and looked at the beauty shrouded in the moonlight. She was stunned and said sincerely, "You are quite beautiful."
Water hibiscus, pure and beautiful color.
Hongling has no education, and Zhuzhu Moyue is the most beautiful girl she has ever seen in her life.
The waist of Mingzhu's new dress is a little tight. Her belly is getting bigger and bigger, and her waist is showing off. The dress is actually not suitable for her, but she is different now. She has extra clothes to change, so she can only make do with it. Wear.
Although Hongling was sloppy, her eyes were not blind. She looked at Mingzhu's slightly raised belly and asked, "Are you pregnant!?"
Mingzhu looked a little hasty and put her hand in front of her stomach, "Yeah."
"Where's your husband?"
Mingzhu pursed her lips and didn't know how to answer.
Hong Ling could not help but think wrongly, and was surprised and suspicious: "You can't be your lover secretly... and then..."
Zhuzhu looked young and raw, and she didn't look like a married person. I was afraid that I was not coaxed by the stinky man and fell in love with him, so I had no choice but to escape from the house.
Mingzhu followed her words and nodded: "Yes."
Hongling wanted to poke her brain with his finger, "You are so stupid."
Mingzhu smiled, "I'm really not smart."
Now Hongling looked at her with eyes full of sympathy. She told her seriously: "Men can't be trusted. There was a man who wanted to sleep with me before and said he wanted to marry me."
She usually made a living by sneaking and abducting, but that day she happened to touch the man's money bag and was caught by him.
He actually reported to the official and treated her to a full meal.
Hong Ling didn't think she had met a good person. Sure enough, within a few days, the man showed his big tail.
Hong Ling was knocked unconscious by him and ran away.
She increased her tone and repeated it again: "That's wrong, you can't believe a word a man says."
As soon as she finished saying this, Mingzhu's stomach rumbled.
There are several large steamed buns in Mingzhu's baggage. Although they are cold, it is better to eat them with them than without them.
She silently ate two large steamed buns and drank half a bottle of water to fill her stomach.
Mingzhu touched her belly, raised her belly and said to Hongling, "Let's go back."
Hong Ling grabbed her arm and shook her, "You can't go back."
There is a mixture of dragons and fish on the ox cart, and everyone is there. Although she deliberately smeared ashes on her face, she could not stop those who were interested.
"I'll take you with me when the sun comes up." Hong Ling patted her chest and promised her.
Mingzhu asked: "But where will we sleep tonight?"
It was too late for Hong Ling to think she was troublesome. As expected, Miss Jiaojiao was not easy to take care of. She said, "Just spend the night by the river. You won't be able to endure this hardship, right?"
Mingzhu shook his head, "No."
Hongling was very kind-hearted. She lit the fire. Mingzhu looked at her with eyes full of admiration, feeling that she knew everything.
Hong Ling felt uncomfortable when she looked at her, "Don't look at me like this."
"Oh oh oh, okay."
"Have you decided where to go?"
"I want to go to Yangzhou."
"Okay. There are many rich people in Yangzhou."
A few money bags she picked at random should be able to support the two of them. As for the children, they probably wouldn't be able to eat much rice.
When the two of them were drowsy, the sound of horse hooves was heard not far away.
The bullock cart on the opposite side of the hill was searched by passing officers and soldiers, and the straw on the cart was torn apart.
Mingzhu felt sleepy, and Hongling yawned as usual, "I guess it's the prince again, searching everywhere for the arsonist."
Mingzhu's back was covered with cold sweat, and she finally got lucky.
Early the next morning, Mingzhu's clothes that she had changed out of last night had been blown dry by the wind. She changed back into patched coarse linen clothes and got up early with Hongling.
Hong Ling used the little money she had left in her pocket to take her on a cargo ship.
Mingzhu also lived up to her expectations, and this time she actually felt seasick. Sometimes she felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, so she would go outside the cabin and stand and let the wind blow for a while, and she would be fine.
Hong Ling thought she looked a little sad, "Are you reluctant to let go of that stinky man who lied to you?"
The pearl shook: "Yes."
She smiled at her and said, "I don't like Beijing at all, so I won't be reluctant to part with you."
I feel sad, indeed I do. It's just that I'm sad to have a funeral. This thing is really irritating.
It turns out that she is not doing as well in this life as she was in her previous life. If she really dies this time, I'm afraid she won't have a good death.
Zhao Shi was not worried that she would die with her eyes open and seek revenge on him in the middle of the night.
Hong Ling has a stupid mouth and is very rude when it comes to comforting people. "Don't be sad. When we get to Yangzhou and we make money, you can find two more beautiful men of this age and let them serve you."
Mingzhu whispered: "One is enough."
In fact, her wish is not big, nor greedy. She wants to find a kind man to spend her whole life. Give birth to children and raise them, support your husband and teach your children.
Plain but peaceful.
She has some money, and she doesn't mind if the other person comes from a poor family.
Mingzhu has already thought about the future, and the capital is in chaos.
Although his hair has turned gray due to worry, the prince's wedding is in less than seven days, but the house is as gray and gloomy as if someone had just died.
I prepared red lanterns and red silk, and made new plaques, but I didn’t dare to hang them up again.
If he hadn't spared his life, he would have wanted to ask His Highness the Crown Prince if the wedding could be held!
After His Royal Highness the Crown Prince recovered from his illness, he seldom stayed in the palace at night, but he made time for morning and dusk, so that the sun never set.
Only when his spirit seemed to be the same as before did he dare to inquire about the details of the marriage and how to arrange it.
As soon as she asked the question, the princess burst in angrily, with a pair of red and swollen eyes, and said: "They told me that Zhuzhu is dead."
Zhao Xin also just returned to the capital yesterday. When she heard the news, she couldn't believe it at all.
Zhao Shi calmly picked up the folders that she spilled on the ground and sorted them out one by one.
Zhao Xin stamped her feet, "Where is the Zhuzhu man?"
Zhao Shi paused for a moment. After a while, he twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Didn't you say that? He's dead."
Zhao Xin's eyes were red and she looked like she was about to cry, "Can't you let her rest in peace even if she dies?"
They didn't even want to bury her properly. When those people mentioned Mingzhu's death in front of her, they were just adding insult to injury and looking at the joke.
Zhao Shi clasped the table with his hands. He raised his indifferent eyes, which were numb. He asked softly: "Why should I let her rest in peace?"
It was obvious that she would not let him go.
After Zhao Shi said this, he couldn't stop coughing. He blocked it with a handkerchief. The quiet sound on the pure white handkerchief was stained with a touch of red. He folded the handkerchief casually and put it aside.
"You don't really like her at all! You're not nice to her at all!" Zhao Xin couldn't help but feel wronged for Mingzhu, and said treacherously: "I don't want to recognize you as my brother!"
Human nature!
"Send her back."
"No need to send her away! I won't come here anymore. If you don't want her to die well, then I will."
If Mingzhu died in such an inexplicable way, no one would even be able to worship her in the future.
Zhao Shi looked at her with frozen eyes and said coldly: "How dare you."
He said, "Go back and don't tell your mother about this."
Zhao Xin both hated him and was afraid of him. She originally wanted to talk back, but Zhao Shi seemed to have seen through what she was going to say and said with a cold face: "My mother is not well. If you want to make her sick, just go ahead and tell her." .”
Zhao Xin wiped her tears and said indiscriminately when she got angry, "It would be better to die if Mingzhu follows you."
After she finished speaking, she ran away.
The person outside the door was in constant pain. The princess really didn’t care about anything.
He entered the room tremblingly and said, "Your Highness, there are two missing words in the wedding room. You think you asked someone else to write them. Did you write them yourself?"
This word means fortune and fortune, so it has to be ignored.
Zhao Shi suddenly thought of Mingzhu again, and those words she wrote, whether they were ugly or not, they could not be seen anywhere.
If he made fun of her, she would really get angry.
Zhao Shi's face froze. After a moment, he said, "I'll do it."
Guan breathed a sigh of relief, he almost thought that this marriage was about to fail. However, His Highness the Prince will not be sad for a few days.
Zhao Shi picked up his pen, finished writing a few auspicious words, and stared at these words for a long time.
Will she be angry
He had never looked down upon her background, and when he first admitted her, he received nothing but a betrothal gift. Now he has written a gift to her sister.
If she knew about her temper, she would definitely be angry. I had to hold back for several days without talking to him.
But how can you blame him? Who let her die
She is dead.
Zhao Shi felt a sharp pain in his chest. Just thinking of these three words was enough to shatter all peace. Like a sharp thorn in the flesh, a sharp knife pierced his heart, and it would not rest until there was blood.
Zhao Shi tore off the red paper, and he had the strength to say to himself: "Forget it."
There seemed to be a dark, cold mist in his eyes, and the ends of his eyes were red.
Zhao Shi could no longer vent his anger on her.
He said: "Go to Ming's house and cancel the marriage."