Sometimes the palace is sunny

Chapter 16
"Ugh."

The vicinity of Xiejiazhuangzi is as much as what Tunan said, and there is a forest that is really not big.

However, it was not these things that frustrated Zhao Surui the most, but Shen Shiqing's body.

weak!too weak!
There was no strength in the legs, no muscles in the waist, and the whole body was like a tree blown down by a violent wind.

After running back and forth along the road beside the forest twice, Zhao Surui felt that every bone from the head down was not his own.

It wasn't even his.

After scolding thousands of times in his heart, Zhao Surui still rode the horse for an hour.

When he stopped, Tunan came from behind to help him off the horse, and he shook off Tunan's hand with a strong breath.

Then, he almost landed on his face because he couldn't lift his feet off the saddle.

What a shame!What a shame!
Emperor Zhaode, who had landed steadily on Tunan's shoulders, was furious.

"Tunan, give me... find me a fifty-jin stone lock, I won't believe it..."

Fifty catties of stone locks?
Tu Nan couldn't help but look at his girl's slender waist, which was not as thick as the stone lock.

"Girl, if you want to hone your physique, why don't you ask Achi to make you two ten-jin sandbags for you to exercise your strength every day?"

Zhao Surui remained silent, he only wanted to kill a few people to relieve his hatred.

Ten catties of sandbags?It felt too light for him to throw it out to hit a rabbit!Shen San wastes this trash!

Walking forward a few steps with a dull head, Zhao Surui felt that the skin on his legs hurt as if someone had scalded him with fire. He knew that the skin had been worn down while riding a horse, and he felt angry again.

I think of him, Zhao Surui, who learned how to bow and horse at the age of six, and practiced martial arts every day. It was difficult for ordinary imperial troops to get close to him. Back in the Northern Expedition in Qin, he led his men to gallop for three hundred miles, and when he arrived in Jinyang, he could go directly to the city to watch the enemy. How majestic and domineering is that?
With Shen Sanfei's weak body, if he ran for his life, he would die of exhaustion on the way, let alone lead troops to fight and be invincible. He, Zhao Surui, was actually trapped in such a body?

Turning his head slightly, Zhao Surui was envious when he saw Tu Nan walking behind him with two horses in one hand.

Even if she must be a woman, it is better to be as strong and strong as Tu Nan than he is now. As for identity, although Tu Nan is a slave, he has good martial arts, and he is more comfortable than he is now when he fights with a sword and wanders the world.

In short, everything is Shen Sanwas fault!

Unable to kill, Zhao Surui kicked a small stone flying away from his feet.

The two passed by a wasteland one after the other, and Zhao Surui heard a noise in a trance.

He turned his head and looked over, only to see that in front of the door of an abandoned hut, several men were punching and kicking a "thing" on the ground, swearing endlessly, and the thing whimpered occasionally, which sounded extremely miserable.

How could Zhao Surui see others being more arrogant than himself when he was riding a horse?He waved his hand and said to Tunan:

"Take care of these people."

Tunan nodded, and the long sword at his waist was already in his hand.

These few people were nothing but rural idlers, who were able to fight against those who were powerless, but they lay down on the ground not daring to move after encountering a master like Tu Nan.

Zhao Surui wanted to lead the two horses, but he really didn't have the strength, so he could only leave the horses where they were, and dragged his legs and slowly approached the lump they had just beaten. He thought it was an old dog that was dying , I didn't expect it to be a person.

This man was extremely thin, his body was filthy, his hair was a mess, worse than that of a stray dog, and there were bloodstains in his mouth and nose.

The autumn wind was bleak, Zhao Surui tightened the cloak on his body, and watched Tu Nan string the beating people into a string with a rope.

He smiled and said leisurely:
"If you beat someone to the point of internal injury, bleeding from the mouth and nose, or injury from pulling out the hair, you should give them fifty strokes of the cane. You start with fifty strokes on each of these people."

There is no need for a trial.

Tunan nodded to his girl, turned around and took off the whip from his waist.

Seeing those perpetrators being whipped into rolling gourds, Zhao Surui felt a little more at ease, he wanted to sit down and enjoy it slowly, but the pain in the heels of his legs was so painful that he didn't want to move, so he just stood.

After a while, the "thing" on the ground that was beaten to the point that it couldn't distinguish between humans and animals finally woke up. Although Zhao Surui asked Tu Nan to flog the perpetrators, he didn't have any sympathy for them, and only asked:

"Are you stealing or robbing? Otherwise, how could you be surrounded and beaten?"

Theft is eighty rods, while the bandit is one hundred rods, this person is seriously injured, in Zhao Surui's eyes he is almost dead.

"Cough..." The man paralyzed on the ground tried to stand up, but he struggled for a long time by grabbing a handful of dead grass beside him, but he still couldn't move his body an inch.

A pair of cloudy eyes looked at the woman standing aside. The man suddenly opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth: "Second Young Master, Young Madam."

Listening to the voice, is the person being beaten up a woman, or a woman who knows Shen Shiqing?

Zhao Surui frowned: "You know me?"

"Slave, slave girl is... Qingying who used to serve in Mrs. Uncle's courtyard."

Zhao Surui narrowed his eyes, although Uncle Ning'an's family is a poor family, most of the maids who used to serve in front of Mrs. Uncle were assigned as servants, how could they be reduced to this situation?Most of them were sold out because they made a big mistake, or they were matched with people indiscriminately.

Just a slave who betrayed the master.

Standing up straight, he casually said:
"Tunan, this person said that she used to be a maid in Uncle Ning'an's mansion, do you know her?"

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Achi did what he said, after breakfast, her girl took Tunan to ride a horse, she asked a few maids to carry cotton cloth into the yard for the last time, and asked Xie Fengan's four concubines to take them and her maids make winter clothes together.

The cotton is harvested by the farmer himself, but it is rolled into lint with a rolling machine. There is no bow for playing cotton on the farm. If you want to turn them into cotton wool in the quilt, you have to tear them apart by hand. Liu Tianxing is a bit playful and thinks This job is much more interesting than bowing your head and sewing, so I took two little maids to do it together.

An Niannian was in charge of cutting the cloth, Xia He and Cui Jinniang were in charge of sewing with their dexterous maids, and several other maids evenly spread cotton wool on the cut cloth.

A Chi divided everyone's work clearly, and he also picked up a few strips of cloth and started to make buttons on his clothes.

A group of women each had their own work to do, no one spoke for a while, and after an hour, there were some dark clouds in the sky, and A Chi couldn't help but look up.

The girl had been riding a horse for half a morning, and she didn't know if the place she was going was far away, and if she could come back before it rained.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Cui Jinniang played tricks on her maid.

The maid glanced at Xia He who was sitting at another table, stood up on her own, went into the room and came out with a charcoal basin.

The charcoal basin was left over from burning last night, and there were still some sporadic embers of fire. When it was splashed on Xia He's skirt, it scalded a few holes in the long jacket made of Huzhou blue silk.

These little concubines came in a hurry, and Achi arranged all the expenses. Naturally, she didn't find any copper basins for them to keep warm. She just found someone to burn a few mud basins. Ordinary charcoal was mixed with bean stalks and sawdust. The clay pot was smashed on the ground, and the debris and charcoal ash flew all over the place. Not to mention the nearest Xia He, even An Niannian and Cui Jinniang who were a little further away were affected.

With Xia He's pungent temperament, if someone ruined her clothes in front of everyone, she would definitely make a fuss.

Cui Jinniang designed this out to make her make trouble, so that her maid would take the opportunity to leave the yard.

You have been fighting for so many years among these concubines, and they all know what kind of temperament they are. Liu Tianxing jumped up behind An Niannian and hid behind An Niannian, and An Niannian also took the two who were close to Xia He. A servant girl pulled back to prevent them from being affected.

In the "expectation" of everyone, Xia He just brushed off the dust on his body, looked at the small holes on the corner of his clothes, and sat back.

This was scarier than her rage.

Liu Tianxing walked over with her head like a pecking chicken, and boldly touched Xia He's forehead.

"I'm not sick."

After finishing speaking, she took the road and fled back behind An Niannian.

Xia He ignored her.

The woman with a pair of slender eyebrows lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes, revealing some inexplicable frustration.

She also knew that others were watching her, but she just couldn't cheer up.

At this time, the most embarrassing thing in the yard was Cui Jinniang's maid, who had already acted like she was being beaten, begging for mercy, but turned out to be sentimental.

"Xia He, do you have something on your mind?" It was An Niannian who asked the question. As the oldest of several concubines, she could not only control Liu Tianxing, but as long as it didn't involve competing for favor, Xia He also treated her somewhat convinced.

The needle in Xia He's hand stopped.

She raised her head and looked at An Niannian.

"Sister An, do you still remember Qing Ying in front of Madam?"

"Remember, she was very good-looking and could embroider. She made two forehead wipes for Mrs. Tai, and they were very delicate." What An Niannian didn't say was that the mansion originally thought that the second young master would be given as a concubine. The gentle and obedient Qingying, no one expected that Qingying would suddenly be rejected by his wife and assigned to the Zhuangzi, but Xia He, who everyone thought was too strong, was given to the second young master by his wife.

"Yes, she is dexterous. At the same age, I have to teach me how to sew."

The second young lady is still useless in filial piety, An Niannian is pregnant, the second young master is fascinated by Su Yaoer, and goes to the small courtyard every day, the wife wants to find another maid who knows everything about the second young master be a concubine.

Everyone thought it would be Qingying.

She felt the same way.

She likes the second young master.

So she used the excuse that she wanted to make gloves for her father but couldn't do it well, so she asked Qingying to help change the pattern.

Qingying was kind-hearted, and embroidered cranes, pines and cypresses for her again. She turned around and asked her mother to stuff the gloves into the needlework for her uncle.

She still remembered that when Qingying was dragged away, she told her that she never thought about going with the second young master.

Xia He refused to believe it. If she believed it, she would be ruined, and she would be ruined by her own heart.

Now, Qingying was about to die, in a place that was very close to her but could not be seen.

Tears fell on the hand holding the needle, her fingers trembled, and she couldn't sew any more.

　The biggest difference between the male and female protagonists is actually the standpoint and the perspective of looking at things, which is also where the two of them will gradually change in the early stage.

　　Come on, two little babies!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)