Chapter 882: I have to take care of us tonight

In the small courtyard, the rain is deep.
Taishou Yin watched Han Yanliang quietly, her face so familiar, awakening his memory of sleeping for many years.
He had seen this face.
When he was young, he went to Jinguan City. When he passed by a theater building, he inadvertently looked up, leaning against a red-dressed beauty beside the carved handrail. He was charming and charming at dusk, similar to the appearance of the girl in front of him.
If that beauty had given birth to a daughter for him, would she be at this age?
Han Yanliang's ultimate move is too fierce.
The guards didn't dare to take her life, so they were very embarrassed to fight. Finally, the archer hid in the dark and shot two crossbow arrows soaked in medicine at Han Yanliang and Shen Yichao.
The small crossbow arrows are like embroidery needles, easily piercing the skin of the two of them.
Han Yanliang's figure shook, and he had only time to stare fiercely at Yin Sinian in the distance. Before he had time to speak ruthlessly, he and Shen Yichao fainted in the rain.
The guards rushed up, pointed their swords at them one after another, and let out another way, asking Yin Sinian to make a decision.
Yin Sinian walked with a black oil paper umbrella.
The raindrops poured on the paper umbrella, like large beads and small beads falling on a jade plate. He looked down at his cold smoky face, and could not hear the noisy rain. Only the soft waxy voice of a beauty humming and singing a ballad reverberated in his ears.
His features are trapped in the shadow of the paper umbrella.
He whispered: "Go to the dungeon."
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The next day.
The clouds dissipated, and the city of Luoyang in the spring finally showed her beauty.
Nan Baoyi was sitting in front of the window dressing up, carefully covering the dark under eyes with pearl powder.
A weak leaning against her, milking milky voice: "Aniang, why didn't you sleep well? I slept well last night! Did sister Pei and I squeeze into A-niang so you can't sleep duck?"
Nan Baoyi spread the peach blossom dew on her cheeks.
They rushed for half a month, eating and sleeping all the way, and finally got a bed net. Of course, the little guy slept soundly.
It's just that she saw the numerous bones under the pomegranate tree last night. She didn't know the origin of this temple. She couldn't sleep anyway in the middle of the night.
She squeezed Ah weak's face, and said warmly, "I chose a bed, so I can't sleep. Go and ask your Fourth Emperor to get up. We have to go to the Prefectural Palace today."
Pei Chuchu walked in from outside holding the red paint tray.
The tray contained a pancake and a pot of buttermilk.
She is small, holding the tray very hard.
A Weak ran over eagerly and took the lead.
Pei Chuchu set the table and chopsticks on the short case, and said in a childish voice: "Nantah, when I woke up to study this morning, His Royal Highness said that he had caught the cold and couldn't get up. Let you go to the city to get him medicine. He is very sick. I'm afraid we won't be able to go to the Prefectural Palace today."
Nan Baoyi pulled up a simple bun.
She looked into the room, the curtain was hanging down, and Xiao Suizheng was resting on the couch.
This guy was really unreliable. He was the one who came to Luoyang, and he was the one who was looking for Hetu Luoshu. As a result, he couldn't afford to be ill and left everything to her to do.
It was the same with the local family at the time. He only moved his lips and came up with an idea. She did everything else by herself.
Throw away the shopkeeper, could it be better.
Nan Baoyi sat in front of the low case.
They visited privately by WeChat, the car was rented, and there was no secret guard by her side. If she went out to buy medicine, she would leave Xiao Sui, the sick young child, and the two little guys in the temple, really uneasy.
She poured a bowl of buttermilk for each of the two little guys: "After eating, let's go shopping in Luoyang City. In addition to buying medicine for the Fourth Royal Highness, I will also buy you what you like."
The two little guys don't know the world.
Because I can go to the street to watch the excitement, I immediately jumped up and even the biscuits in my hand were delicious.
When I left the temple, I happened to pass under the window of the Zen room.
Nan Baoyi saw that the sister-in-law was still embroidering, her eyes were focused and calm, but her face seemed to be different from yesterday, not only the left and right sides were different, but the skin was also distorted a bit.
She looked at the embroidered cloth in her hand.
The embroidered pattern is pine and bamboo, with bright colors and delicate stitches. It is Shu embroidery.
She said: "Yesterday I heard the little song sung by Shigu, which is a ballad of Jinguancheng. Today, I saw that Shigu is good at Shu embroidery. I dare to ask, are you a Jinguancheng?"
The woman raised her head and looked at her in surprise.
After a long while, she warmly said, "You also come from Jinguan City?"
Nan Baoyi nodded.
The woman asked again: "Jinguancheng Yulouchun, do you know?"
Nan Baoyi secretly said that not only did she know that she was still half the boss of Yulouchun.
She said calmly: "I know, I often go to Yulouchun to listen to music."
The woman was holding the needle, not knowing what she was thinking, and her expression was a little dazed.
Nan Baoyi thought she was so strange. She was about to walk away with the intention of leaving early. The woman suddenly asked, "Have you heard of a wealthy businessman named Nan in Jinguan City?"
Nan Baoyi hesitated.
What is the origin of this woman?
Even her family knew it.
She didn't want to reveal her identity. Seeing that the woman was not malicious, she replied: "I am the granddaughter of the South family. My grandmother and her family moved to Chang'an. My husband and I traveled around the mountains and rivers without incident and came to Luoyang City. Sister, how do you know my house?"
The woman did not speak.
Dark eyes stared at Nan Baoyi, as if to stare out of a hole.
She suddenly coldly issued an order to chase away guests: "The Nan family and I are enemies. You are not welcome here. Get out with your luggage!"
Her attitude became abrupt.
But Nan Baoyi still failed to detect malice in her eyes.
She was even more weird. Although she wanted to leave this ghost place quickly, Xiao fell into bed with an illness. She wanted to continue to understand the woman, so she pleaded: "My husband suddenly fell ill. How can a girl’s family take care of him and Child? You allow me to stay one more night, okay?"
The woman glanced at the two children she was holding, and reluctantly let go: "Give you a day of grace, and you must leave tomorrow."
After stepping out of the temple, Nan Baoyi looked at the temple door suspiciously.
I always feel that this woman is not chasing guests.
Instead, it's like...
Is protecting her in another way?
She took two little guys to buy medicine on the street, and bought many beautiful dresses, boots, and pen and ink books.
When returning home full of loads, she was hurriedly pulled by the woman and dragged her into the Buddhist room.
Nan Baoyi was holding the big and small things, very puzzled: "Auntie, what are you doing?"
At dusk, the woman's asymmetrical face was even more awkward and ugly under the dim light and shadow. She put her index finger against Nan Baoyi's lips, and whispered in a dumb voice, "They are coming back early, don't go out, wait a minute. No matter what sound you hear, don't go out. Don't make a noise, don't light a candle, and pretend that there is no one in the room. Remember?"
Nan Baoyi was at a loss.
She wanted to ask, the woman has hurriedly left the monastery.
The bamboo curtain by the window hangs low, and the door of the house is brought up from outside.
The room fell into darkness.
Not long after, she heard noisy shouts outside.
She quietly opened a corner of the bamboo curtain.
In the courtyard, there were a group of men with short beards and beards. Several wealthy merchants with fine skin and tender flesh were thrown on the ground. They set up two banquets in the yard, and they used bamboo chopsticks to knock on the edge of the bowl and shouted for the wine.
The strange-looking woman came out holding the wine jar and poured wine for them.
A reckless man put his arms around the woman, put a rough palm into the bottom of her skirt, and cursed: "Thanks to us, you can live a stable life, so you have to take care of us tonight! Go, wash your face, this The ghost looks ugly!"
He was talking and leaned forward to kiss the woman's lips.
The woman stretched out her hand to block his mouth, quietly looked at the direction of the meditation room, and concealed her embarrassment with a soft smile: "No today, OK tomorrow? Please, only today..."
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