Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

Chapter 194

They were all dressed in gray-brown half-coats, and they looked menacing. Each of them held a scimitar in his hand, and when they met the people, they waved the scimitar in their hands, and blood splattered everywhere. They looked like ghosts who had strayed into the world by mistake.

Su Yuanyuan's small face collapsed in an instant, and she started to run with the people. Her heart was beating fast, and her legs were also running fast. It fell on the back of her head.

I don't know how long she ran, but Su Yuanyuan didn't dare to turn her head to see how far the Mongolian behind her was from her.

There were only the sound of people wailing in her ears, and the bloodthirsty excited howling of the Mongols.

The robe she was wearing was Jiang Wenzheng's, it was too big, she ran too fast, stepped on it, her body had no time to react, and fell straight forward.

She took a mouthful of dust, and there was burning pain in her palms and elbows, but Su Yuanyuan didn't care about anything else, she stood up and staggered to continue running.

But the white robe at the back was trampled on, and when she turned around, she met a Mongolian with loose hair. He had fierce eyes and a playful smile. He raised his machete high, but his eyes were fixed on him. Looking at Su Yuanyuan's delicate neck.

Su Yuanyuan supported her body and backed away, but it was of no avail, just when the scimitar was about to fall to separate her head.

A sharp arrow pierced through the air and pierced straight into the Mongolian's throat.

In an instant, blood spurted out along the arrow's tail feathers, and splashed on Su Yuanyuan's plain white robe, blooming glaring blood flowers.

The sharp arrow pierced the Mongol's throat directly, and he died in just a moment.

The arrow was fast, accurate, and ruthless, and it came by such a coincidence that Su Yuanyuan couldn't help but look back in the direction it came from.

Coming from North Street, two men in light armor were holding long swords and galloping forward on tall horses.

Ye Zhixing and Ye Zhiren led a team of nearly 100 people to kill them from North Street.

The horseshoe galloped, Su Yuanyuan raised her head and watched the two of them gallop past.

Ye Zhixing seemed to have seen her too, and turned around in shock.

Su Yuan was full of blood, her little face was pale with fright, and she sat on the ground miserable.

But he didn't slow down, he just yelled at Su Yuanyuan, "Go home! Go home!"

Ye Zhiren also turned his head to look at her, his heart was about to jump out when he saw her, why is this little ancestor on the street!
He panicked for a moment, looked at Ye Zhixing with firm eyes, "Brother!"

However, Ye Zhixing swung his long sword sideways and chopped off the head of a Mongolian.

He looked ahead firmly with his eyes, and his tone could not refuse, "Let's go!"

There are still many Mongolian rebels on the street. The rebellion has not subsided, and the two of them must not stop because of this.

Su Yuanyuan stood up and was about to go home, but just as she stood up, she was called by an anxious voice.

"Sister Su! Sister Su!"

She hesitated for a moment, surrounded by the sound of fighting and killing, who is calling her?
Suddenly a small stone was thrown from a hidden alley and rolled down at her feet, Su Yuanyuan looked along.

Fu Shen stood behind the wall with only one head exposed, calling her anxiously.

Seeing Su Yuanyuan's eyes met his, Fu Shen quickly waved to her.

Su Yuanyuan subconsciously looked around to see if anyone noticed her, and then strode in.

The alley was dark and dark, but it actually turned to the right. People on the street thought it was a dead end at first glance.

There are not only Fu Shen, but also Shen Yun in it.

Shen Yun is almost a full month now, and it is not convenient to move around. At most, she just walks around in her own yard, and Su Yuanyuan hasn't seen her for quite a while.

Shen Yun was wearing a chest-length plain white skirt with a few delicate red flowers on it. Even though she was wearing loose clothes, she could still see her round belly.

She was sitting on the hay on the ground, her complexion was not good-looking, she didn't know whether she was frightened just now or what, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her broken hair stuck to her face.

She panted heavily, her little face twisted up, looking very painful.

Su Yuanyuan was taken aback, and before Fu Shen could explain to herself, she squatted beside Shen Yun and grabbed her wrist to feel her pulse.

Shen Yun's eyes were a little blurred, but she also recognized Su Yuanyuan and was surprised, "Yuanyuan?"

Su Yuanyuan gave her a reassuring look, and then put all her energy on pulse diagnosis.

Chi pulse turns sharp, like someone cutting a rope and turning a bead.

This is a sign of labor!
"Sister Su, what should I do now?"

Originally, he and Shen Yun went back to her mother's house together, but not long after entering the city, they saw the scene of foreigners breaking through the gates of the city.

There was chaos outside, but a woman gave birth here, and Su Yuanyuan was dazed for a moment no matter how much she had experienced.

It is now on South Street, only 200 meters away from her shop. There should be a female worker staying inside to watch the shop. If she goes to the pharmacy, she has both medicinal materials and tools. A small production is nothing to worry about.

She asked Shen Yun to lie flat first to avoid excessive amniotic fluid loss and hypoxia for the fetus.

Su Yuanyuan first gave Shen Yun a small pill to hang her breath, so as to prevent her from losing strength during childbirth.

She poked her head out first, and ran out when no one noticed her around.

She had to go to the pharmacy first to get a stretcher to carry Shen Yun. If Fu Shen carried him with too much bumps, the chance of an accident would be high. She couldn't let Shen Yun take this risk.

Su Yuanyuan ran slowly and kept observing the situation on the road.

Some people were chopped and lay dying on the side of the road, blood staining the green bricks on the ground.

She hadn't seen a war yet, and she felt chills for a while looking at the people lying on the ground.

Those people fell straight on the ground, some still held their breath, looking at Su Yuanyuan longingly.

Su Yuanyuan squatted next to those people, comforting them softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll get the medicine to save you!"

She seemed to be comforting those people, but also seemed to be comforting herself.

Because the wounds on her body from the fall just now were clamoring for pain, but at this moment, it seemed that she had infinite motivation.

She hid all the way, and when she was about to reach the shop, three Mongolians with scimitars appeared suddenly.

Like a frightened rabbit, Su Yuanyuan was taken aback for a moment.

The three of them were all wearing thick sheepskin jackets, their long hair was disheveled, and their eyes were fierce.

The distance was too close, and Su Yuanyuan could smell the sweat on their bodies.

She was stunned in place, her mind went blank, and her body was as heavy as if it was filled with lead.

When she realized it, she ran away, and the three of them didn't expect that Su Yuanyuan would bump into them.

The woman's light fragrance was still lingering at the tip of the nose, the three of them looked at each other and hurriedly chased after her.

Su Yuanyuan only turned her head to watch for a while, and she could see the undisguised desire in the eyes of the three people.

(End of this chapter)