Advising the villains to be kind every day

Zhuang Wan quickly lay down and closed her eyes, continuing to pretend to be dizzy.

She could feel the man approaching slowly, heard him drop some branches, and finally sat down by the fire.

She didn't dare to open her eyes. Since this person kidnapped her, he must not be a good person. She might kill her to silence her when she wakes up.

"Stop pretending!" came a somewhat familiar male voice.

She opened one eye first, saw clearly the man sitting by the fire, and quickly sat up, "It's you!"

Jamu looked at her: "We meet again."

Zhuang Wan looked at him wearing a bamboo hat and thought for a while, "Have you ever been to Kyoto, and you were the one who bought the knife at the blacksmith's shop that day?"

Jamu didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.

"That's not right!" Zhuang Wan said, "Aren't you a robber in Fuzhou?"

At that time, Yan Cheng had told her before going to Fuzhou that it was precisely because Zhamu, a remnant of the former dynasty, was entrenched there that the imperial court did not hesitate to send heavy troops to wipe it out.

Zhamu said: "People like me have always lived in no fixed place, and we can go wherever we want."

"Then I know." Zhuang Wan said, "You managed to escape again."

Jamu smiled: "Last time, thanks to you, I was able to escape by chance. This time I saved your life, and we are even."

Zhuang Wan said: "Then save me if you save me! What did you bring me here for?"

"I'm just taking you away from that dangerous place." Zamu said, "Do you think the killer came after you? He came to kill Xiao Jingchen."

Zhuang Wan asked in surprise: "The killer is not with you?"

Zhamu snorted: "There are too many people who want Xiao Jingchen's life, and I'm not the only one missing."

Zhuang Wan nodded: "That's true!"

After all, he is the male protagonist, so there are always a lot of people who don't like him.

She suddenly thought that since Zha Mu was here, it meant that Yan Cheng was coming back soon.

She asked: "Your gang of bandits disbanded? Are you alone? Did you fight Li Daniu?"

"Li Daniu..." Zamu said disdainfully, "He is vulnerable, he is already dead."

"What?" Zhuang Wan said in surprise, "What did you say?"

"He is dead." Jamu looked at her: "Don't you know?"

Zhuang Wan snorted, "Impossible."

"How is that impossible? I killed him with my own hands." Jamu said, "It's all because he was too stubborn. I told him to turn to the light, but instead he set up an ambush to catch me, so I shot him to death with an arrow."

"No..." Zhuang Wan shook her head, in disbelief: "How could he die? How could you kill him? He is..."

"Who is he?" Zamu suddenly changed his face, staring at her: "What do you know?"

Zhuang Wan: "I don't know anything, I only know that you killed him!"

"I don't believe it, you must know something. Tell me, who is he? Was it Xiao Yiqing, that bastard sent to impersonate the prince?"

Zhuang Wan didn't bother to talk to him, and just asked, "Tell me, did you really kill him?"

"There seems to be someone here!" At this moment, a human voice and the light of a torch came from outside.

"Go in and have a look!" It was Xiao Jingchen's voice.

Seeing this, Zha Mu said to Zhuang Wan, "I will come to you again", and jumped out of the window to escape.

When Rong Li came in and saw Zhuang Wan in the corner, he was relieved, and quickly took off his cloak to wrap her around her.

"Are you okay?"

Zhuang Wan shook her head.

"What about the thief?" Xiao Jingchen asked.

"Run away." Zhuang Wan said lightly.

"how does he look like?"

"It's Zhamu!" Zhuang Wan said in a daze, "He said he killed him."

"Who did you kill?"

Rong Li understood, and quickly gave Xiao Jingchen a wink, signaling him not to ask.

It was already dawn when the group returned to the inn.The three of them continued to go to Sophora Flower Village.

Rong Li saw that Zhuang Wan looked sleepy and said nothing, so he didn't know how to comfort her.

Did Zhamu really kill Yan Cheng?
Zhuang Wan didn't know whether to believe it or not.If not, why did Yan Cheng disappear? If he was alive, where would he be now?
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The cold wind wrapped in crushed snow and wiped his face, which was icy cold.Stepping on the thick snow is like falling into a pile of cotton, and every step must be exhausted.

But Mu Qiulan couldn't stop!Although the wild boar chasing behind couldn't eat people, its long tusks were enough to pierce through her thin jacket and pierce her belly.

She ran in a curve, so the wild boar could not catch up with her in a short time.But she still had to climb a tree, and she had to be a strong tree to escape.

She chose an oak tree. It was easy to climb up the rough trunk of the gully. She quickly climbed to the first branch. It fell down rustlingly, smashing into the neck of the hair, shivering from the cold.

Mu Qiulan held onto the tree trunk tightly to ensure that she would not be knocked to the ground.The wild boar bumped into the tree a few times but couldn't do anything. It walked around the tree twice and left angrily.She just sat down and took a breath.

The kudzu root in her hand was bubbling with white slurry, and it smelled slightly bitter. She licked her chapped lips.If the wild boar hadn't dug up the soil, she wouldn't have been able to reap the benefits and pick up this good thing.

When the wild boar was gone, she carefully climbed down from the tree and walked back along the mark she made on the tree with charcoal.

The mountains and forests are very quiet, and everything is boundless.Occasionally, a few hares ran past the front, running fast.

Because of the cold, she stuffed thatch in her trousers to keep out the cold.The whole person looked very bloated.In addition, she had exhausted too much physical strength just now, even if the rabbit was under her nose, she might not be able to catch it.

Mu Qiulan pushed the door open and entered the room, and Feng Xue also rushed in.She hurriedly turned around and closed the door with difficulty, and turned her head to pat the snow on her body and hair.

Mrs. Mu poked her head out from behind the mountain statue when she heard the sound, and saw that she ran out quickly: "Qiu Lan, you are back, I am so worried, is it cold? Hurry up and warm yourself up."

"Auntie, I'm fine." Mu Qiulan approached and poked the fire, the snow on his body and hair instantly melted and steamed.

She picked out the hay in the basket, "Auntie, look, I'm lucky, I found some taro."

"Really? That's great." Mrs. Mu stepped forward and saw that there were still roots in the basket, "What are you doing picking up these roots?"

Mu Qiulan said: "This is kudzu root. It is a traditional Chinese medicine with the same source of medicine and food. It has the effects of clearing away heat and dampness, promoting qi and blood circulation, promoting blood circulation and dispersing stasis, reducing swelling and pain, promoting body fluid and relieving cough. In the past, when there was not enough food , my mother-in-law and I often dig it to make kudzu powder, mash the raw kudzu root, filter out the slurry contained in it, precipitate and dry it to get kudzu powder. When eating, boil it with water, it is thick, smooth, sticky, sweet and delicious. In fact, raw kudzu root can also be used Eat, the first taste is bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet."

"It turns out there are so many uses." Shi Mu sighed: "Now we have lived in this mountain temple for a month, and seeing that the mountain is covered by heavy snow, we can't get out. It's freezing, and the food is getting worse. It's getting harder and harder to find, why don't we go back to the village and have a look, maybe those strong men have already left."

Mu Qiulan said: "I went to see them secretly, and they are still there."

Mrs. Mu lamented: "I don't know when these goddamn people will leave."

(End of this chapter)