Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"..."

"Honey, you just rest."

Jing Jiaren glared at him, sat down on a grassy field, and scratched it with a stick...it broke.

Leng Lintian over there is agile and has already dug a large piece of ground...

In order to keep the airtightness of the box, it is generally buried deep enough.So we need to dig deep.

Jing Jiaren stole a stick while he was not paying attention.

The ground was not soft enough, probably because of the hillside, and secondly, it was difficult to dig down. Jing Jiaren broke down after digging for a long time.

Strange, this stick is not strong enough, what did Leng Lintian use to dig it?

Leng Lintian turned his back to her, holding a stick and tossing it casually. Only when he looked closely could he realize that he was digging with his own iron hands.

"Honey, if you're really so free, look for instructions on the tree."

Feeling Jing Jiaren's head approaching, Leng Lintian said in a deep voice.

"instruct?"

"Human memory is limited, should my mother mark the location of the burial?"

Jing Jiaren was right when she thought about it, she also made a mark at the beginning.

Seeing that Jing Jiaren was sent away, Leng Lintian raised his left hand and pressed his temple. His whole face was pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat...

Jing Jiaren searched for the "mark" around the tree, and after more than an hour, Leng Lintian almost turned over half of the ground, but still couldn't find it.

And Leng Lintian has already dug up most of the ground beside the jujube tree.

"Leng Lintian..." Jing Jiaren walked towards him, "Are you tired, why don't you take a rest?"

As if Leng Lintian didn't hear it, he repeated the digging action.

"Leng Lintian?"

When Jing Jiaren got closer, she realized that his lips were purple and black.

She stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, and it was scalding hot, and the high fever got worse.

"Leng Lintian, stop digging..." Jing Jiaren was shocked, damn it, it was her, and she didn't care about Leng Lintian's body at all.

"I told you not to dig!"

Jing Jiaren went to grab the stick in his hand...

Leng Lintian was probably in a state of chaos, his mind was unclear, and he only knew that he had to dig the ground.Willpower persisted to keep him from fainting.

His clothes were all drenched in cold sweat, and his hair was dripping with sweat.

It's like he just got out of the water.

Jing Jiaren took away the stick, and Leng Lintian didn't stop.

And when Jing Jiaren saw the stick in her hand, only the bottom part was covered with dirt...

This proved that the stick was not used for digging dirt at all.

Jing Jiaren landed on his hand, the whole hand was surrounded by mud.

This is wet soil, with a heavy stickiness, and his right hand is covered with soil.

Jing Jia's heart clenched, she grabbed his shoulder and shook him vigorously.

Leng Lintian frowned slightly, as if he suddenly woke up, his unfocused eyes gathered, staring at her: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

His voice was hoarse, but he tried his best to lift his lower lip, looking so careless.

Jing Jiaren clenched her throat and was speechless.

He squinted his eyes and asked, "Honey, did you find the mark?"

"No... Leng Lintian, let's go back and stop digging. It's my fault, I didn't do the preparations well..." Jing Jiaren said in a panic, "We should invite excavators... I was too impatient .”

He shouldn't have agreed to let Leng Lintian, who was seriously ill, come with him.

Leng Lintian was sweating, and suddenly his eyebrows frowned, feeling that his hand had finally touched something solid.

"Honey, maybe I've dug it?"