Daliang female chief assistant

Chapter 1 Nightmare
Liangguo, the spring of the 23rd year of Yuanqi, Zhou's house in Xijing.

Zhou Shu's eyes widened in horror, looking at the white bed curtain above his head, his right hand tightly grasped his left chest, panting heavily.

Because of fear, her eyes were scarlet and bloodshot, and her already pale face became even more bloodless.

The sound of shouting, fighting and killing, and the sound of swords piercing flesh seemed to be heard in my ears.

Those holding weapons were all masked and dressed in black night clothes. The voice of the leading man was cold, and he had the aura of killing on the battlefield.

Just listen to his order: "Kill!"

Behind him, hundreds of black figures like ghosts rushed into the courtyard of the high gate, killing anyone they saw.

A cold light flashed across, and the blood splashed two feet high.

In an instant, blood flowed like rivers, and a deadly atmosphere shrouded the world.

In the shadow of swords and swords, the girl wearing a pink half-arm skirt and a double bun didn't know what happened, but was pushed into the arms of a servant behind her by a graceful and luxurious woman, crying and struggling.

"Tang Wei, promise mother, you must live a good life. Only by living can you avenge and avenge your father, your brother, and hundreds of souls of the Ling family who died tragically."

"mother--"

The girl shouted hoarsely, trying to break free from the servant's arms, but was pushed away cruelly by the woman.

"Go, let's go!"

The sound of killing is getting closer and closer, and it will be too late if you don't leave.

The woman burst into tears, and kowtowed heavily to the servant, crying uncontrollably.

"Uncle Ling, my Ling family is full of loyalty. I lived and died for Daliang country, defending my family and defending the country. Now my husband was murdered by a traitor, and he was imprisoned for the crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason. Unexpected misfortune, I just ask Uncle Ling to save the last bloodline of Tang Wei for my husband."

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed three times.

The servant quickly helped her up, "Ma'am, I, Ling Bo, was born as a member of the Ling family, and died as the soul of the Ling family. Don't worry, even if you risk my life, I will definitely protect you."

With such assurance from Ling Bo, the woman was relieved.

She gave Ling Tangwei a last loving look, then got up and quickly ran to the other side.

The man in black over there has been killed to the backyard.

As soon as the woman turned around, she was stabbed in the abdomen with a knife, and blood sprayed out.

When it splashed onto Ling Tangwei's face, it was still warm.

"mother--"

Just as she was about to yell, Ling Bo tightly covered her lips, and then took her away while the men in black were unaware.

The nightmare ended here, and Zhou Shu wiped his forehead for the rest of his life.

Just now she was awakened by the nightmare and made a lot of noise. The servant girl walked in from the ear room with a candle in her sleeves.

After putting the candle on the candlestick and covering it with the lampshade, I lifted the curtain of the bed and asked with concern: "My lord, are you having a nightmare again?"

Zhou Shu nodded.

Fu Xiu took the teacup and handed it to her.

He took it with his white fingertips, moistened his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Fush your sleeves, what time is it?"

"The time for shame is over, my lord."

After Fu Xiu answered, he took the teacup from her hand, turned around, put it on the table, then went to the side and put it in front of the shelf of the basin, wet and wrung the veil, and then turned around and returned to the bed. Wipe the sweat off her forehead.

"My lord, it's still early, do you want to rest for a while?"

Zhou Shu shook his head and sat up.

"No matter how difficult it is to fall asleep, just change my clothes for me."

He flicked his sleeves and sighed, hurriedly put down the veil, helped her get the coat, and carefully waited for her to put it on.

He filled a basin of warm water again and waited for her to wash her face. In the end, Zhou Shu's pale cheeks finally turned a little rosy.

The person in the bronze mirror has a fair face, delicate features, and looks sick all the year round, but no one thinks about her disguise as a man.

Behind her, she tied her hair with a flick of her sleeves. The satin-like black hair was combed into an oval bun and placed on top of her head. She tied it with a bun crown, and then tied it with a white jade hairpin. on top.

After finishing her hair, Zhou Shu stared at the boy in the mirror in a trance.

Twelve years ago, Ling's father was murdered by a traitor and imprisoned for the crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason. That night, the Ling family was bloodbathed by the thieves again.

Under Uncle Ling's desperate escort, she escaped and went south all the way to Zhou's house in the south of the Yangtze River.

Zhou's family is a big local family, Zhou's father and Zhou's mother are benevolent and loyal people, grateful for Ling's father's kindness back then, they took the risk of beheading and left her in Zhou's house.

The Zhou family has two sons, the eldest son Zhou Hui, and the second son Zhou Shu.

Zhou Shu was congenitally deficient. He was weak and sickly since he was a child, and he has been raised in Zhuangzi in the suburbs.

When he was eight years old, that is, 12 years ago, Zhou Shu's health was deteriorating, there was no cure for medicine and stones, and he died prematurely accidentally. Zhou's mother was in pain and did not report it.

Just when the Ling family was in trouble, Ling Tangwei was asked to assume Zhou Shu's identity and live as a man.

"Young master, take a look, are you satisfied?"

The sound of flicking sleeves sounded, Zhou Shu recovered from his thoughts, and gathered the clothes on his body.

"It's okay."

Now that she is a man, she cares too much about her appearance, which is easy to attract suspicion.

Get up from the bronze mirror and walk slowly to the window sill.

In early spring, it's warm and cold.

Seeing this, Fuxiu hurriedly took a cloak and put it on her.

"My lord, it's cold at night."

Zhou Shu didn't shirk, he tightly gathered his cloak, and said without turning his head: "Flick your sleeves, it's still early, you go down and rest for a while."

"Can……"

Fu Xiu wanted to say something, but she waved her hand to stop him.

"Don't say any more, let's go down."

"Yes."

Seeing that she couldn't hold her back, he had no choice but to bless his body and go down.

After a while, she walked in softly again and handed a hand stove to Zhou Shu.

"Young master, your body is weak, and your body is more exposed. Hold your hand to the stove to warm up."

Fuxiu was picked up by her outside ten years ago.

It was freezing cold at that time, the little girl was naked and fainted by the roadside. If her carriage hadn't happened to pass by and rescued her, she might have frozen to death by the roadside.

After learning that she had no father, no mother, and was lonely and helpless, he took her back to the Zhou family and gave her the name "Fuxiu".

Fuxiu is also a love and righteousness.

Zhou Shu knew that with her personality, if she didn't take over the stove, she might be able to whisper it in her ear for an hour or two.

In order to keep her ears clean, she had no choice but to take the hand stove over.

A gust of hot air instantly spread from the palm to the whole body.

Zhou Shu sighed contentedly, and then cast his gaze out of the window.

The crescent moon hangs high on the branches, and occasionally a bird or two flies over the tree, causing ripples.

From time to time, there were frogs singing in the low bushes.

Play a cheerful song.

Suddenly, the sky was treacherous, dark clouds came quietly, and the moon was dim, hiding behind the clouds.

All the sounds around my ears became dull and cold.

It's like her heart at the moment is lonely and desolate, full of bitterness and melancholy, unable to speak to others.

At this moment, the door was knocked, and Shutong Qiumin's voice sounded from outside the door.

"Young master, can you get up? It's past the fifth watch, and it's time to go to court."

Zhou Shu was still immersed in sadness and didn't answer in time. Qiu Min knocked on the door again and repeated it loudly.

The temperature of the hand stove was a little lower, and when the cool wind blew, my body was chilly.

She couldn't help shivering, tightened her cloak, closed the window, and replied, "Get up."

Almost as soon as the words fell, Qiu Min pushed the door open and walked in.

Standing a few steps away from her, he saluted respectfully, "My lord."

(End of this chapter)