Waste materials against the sky: the emperor's only favorite daughter-in-law

Chapter 216

"Remind auntie?" Shuiyue called out, but no one answered, so she pushed open the door by herself.

"Miss, is Mrs. Cui not at home?" Looking around, she didn't see anyone.

"Let's go and have a look in Auntie's room." The two said as they walked towards the back room.

Aunt Cui turned her back to them, sitting on the bed with her head down, as if she was mending something.

An Mujin stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder: "Ma'am?"

Aunt Cui raised her head slowly: "Hey, isn't he the son of that day!" The joy on her face was obvious.

"Sit down quickly!" Aunt Cui got out of bed to make tea, Shuiyue looked at An Mujin suspiciously: "Isn't this aunt doing well?"

An Mujin shook her head, this is very strange, if there is really nothing wrong, the two called her outside just now, why didn't she respond?
"It's not long since you went there. Your father's illness must be much better now. Now that the war is over and we won again, you don't need to worry about your father here, right?"

Shuiyue helped Aunt Cui: "Well, father is much better." She responded casually, wondering why Aunt Cui was not sad at all when she mentioned the war.

Seeing that Aunt Cui seemed to be chatting about family matters, Shuiyue and An Mujin sat down and chattered every sentence. It was strange that Aunt Cui didn't seem to be able to see that the two were perfunctory her, and kept talking enthusiastically.

"Hey, it's almost noon today!" Aunt Cui patted her thigh, "Do you two kids want to stay for dinner? My little nephew will be back for dinner soon, he doesn't like to see strangers. "After speaking, he showed embarrassment, and made it clear that there would be no two people left.

Only then did An Mujin understand that Aunt Cui couldn't accept the news of her nephew's death, and mistakenly thought that her nephew was still alive, and that the one who lived was probably a young nephew who hadn't grown up yet.

Shuiyue looked at Aunt Cui in surprise: "Auntie, you..."

An Mujin covered Shuiyue's mouth, shook her head secretly at her, and said to Aunt Cui: "Okay, we should go back too, let's go."

Aunt Cui looked at the two with a smile, and waved her hands: "I'm sorry, but my little nephew is afraid of meeting strangers."

An Muzhen nodded: "Well, we're gone, and we probably won't come again."

Shuiyue kept asking along the way: "Miss, is Aunt Cui so crazy?"

"Well, I guess the people who came before thought it was strange, maybe they persuaded her and were driven away by her, don't you think it's a bit weird now, maybe some people mistakenly think there are ghosts."

After finishing speaking, An Mujin lowered her head and took out the name tag in her arms: "It doesn't matter if you don't give this thing, I think Madam Cui is very happy now."

"Why are you back at this hour?" Jun Lintian heard from Shuiyue that An Mujin and her met an old lady here before, and they were considered acquainted, but they didn't expect that the two of them went out for a circle and came back at noon.

"The girl said she would come back." Shuiyue replied, it was hard to explain the matter, besides, Aunt Cui's nephew died in the war, how could she tell the master about it.

Since it is a troubled time, there are still a few people who can have peace and stability. An Mujin feels that the ending like Aunt Cui is considered happiness.

"At the beginning, I only stayed in this place for two days. In fact, I was still a stranger. After all, it was more comfortable in the barracks." An Mujin said.

Jun Lintian nodded, he liked what he said, and of course he hoped that An Mujin would like to be by her side.

"We can't stop tomorrow. If you have anything to do, you can finish it today." Jun Lintian could only say this in a hurry. On the march, he was not idle.

Shuiyue waited for Jun Lintian to leave before asking: "Does the girl still want to go to the village?"

An Muzhen shook her head: "No, you bring the name tag, I'll bury it."

Shuiyue hesitated: "Leave this kind of thing to me..."

"Let me do it."

"Yes..." Shuiyue handed her the name tag.

An Mujin took the two small iron plates, and walked straight to the west, where the people of Cuijia Village planted crops. She wanted to bury the aunt's nephew here, so it would be considered as falling leaves to return to their roots.

An Mujin chose a place under the shade of a tree surrounded by several paths.Digging a small hole with her own hands, An Mujin buried the things in it.Then he leaned against the tree and rested with his eyes closed.

Because of An Mujin, the army was rectified in place, and An Yiran had nothing to do, so he saw that the scenery around the village was good, so he thought about going out for a walk.

Between the green mountains and green waters, a dangerous aura quietly surrounded An Yiran. At first, the wind suddenly became fierce, and the air was somewhat chilling.

The trembling of the ground, the sound of rapid breathing and panic.An Yiran glanced to the left, and something seemed to break through the stagnant atmosphere and come through the air.

Suddenly, a slightly thicker crimson arrow slantedly inserted into the tree behind An Yiran, An Yiran couldn't help frowning, staring at the black horse whose head was gradually showing.

Until the horse was getting closer and closer to him, An Yiran looked at it from a distance, and knew that the horse was not long to live.Probably because of the excellent breed, even though dozens of arrows had been shot in its legs, the horse still ran with all its might.

However, she was exhausted after all, and the horse's owner had already started to cry: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She lay on the flatter's body, tears streaming down, and apologized to the seriously injured horse.

They reached An Yiran's side, and An Yiran had already concealed her body aura, watching the horse fall quietly.

Then there was a more chaotic sound, probably not just a horse, but the next few people didn't make any other sound except the sound of the horse's hooves.

They quickly surrounded the woman who died on the mount. There were about seven or eight people, all of whom seemed to have extraordinary skills. scholar.

The woman was wearing a red dress with sleeves of ordinary material. It was probably the skirt that women here wear when doing business, and it is also very convenient for people on horseback.

But her appearance is like that of the youngest daughter of Jiangnan, and An Yiran is not sure for a moment, what serious reason does this woman have for appearing here.

The seven or eight men who were chasing and killing the woman were all wearing navy blue night clothes. It seemed that they had been chasing her for a long time, and the woman's bun was messed up, so she must have escaped overnight.

They started fighting almost without saying a word, and they were not polite at all, it was a few men fighting a petite woman.

That woman didn't know how she survived till morning, she just had a three-legged cat's kung fu, so her figure became a little more dexterous.Soon, it became more and more difficult for the woman to resist.

An Yiran didn't want to help others casually, how did he know that this girl who looked like a bird might be a snake-hearted person.But he couldn't bear to watch the woman die in front of his eyes, and originally planned to leave quietly, until she found that the woman was still protecting her horse when she fought back.

(End of this chapter)