Traveling through ancient times to escape famine, the prince led me to rebel

Chapter 129 Do you still remember Wang Cuihua by Daming Lake?

"What's wrong with the Lin family? People from the Lin family don't have to pay for their lives if they kill someone? Is this the extent of your determination to avenge Zhu Jingshu?"

"The Lin family is the head of the five great families in Kyoto. The four generations of emperors of Daliang had empresses. Except for Empress Taizu, who was married to Emperor Taizu as a young man, the rest of the empresses were legitimate daughters of the Lin family. What do you think happened to the Lin family?"

"You can't afford to offend such a powerful family as the Lin family, so you want to kill me to vent your anger?"

"you!"

"It was Lin Qianqian who killed Zhu Jingshu, not me!"

"You deserve to die just as you occupied Shu'er's body!"

"Then this is a matter between Zhu Jingshu and me. What does it have to do with you?"

"I am Shu'er's elder brother, so of course he has a relationship with me."

"He's not my biological brother."

"you!"

The fire starter in Zhu Jingxing's hand slowly approached Luo Xiaoran. The bright red flame on the fire starter was like a fire snake from the endless abyss, which was about to devour Luo Xiaoran bit by bit.

"I'm going to kill Lin Qianqian, and I promise to get you out of this matter completely. How about you let me go and we become strangers from now on?"

"how?"

"how?"

"how?"

"how?"

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In a simple farmhouse, Luo Xiaoran lay pale on a bed made of straw, her brows furrowed and her eyeballs moving slowly under her eyelids.

I used all my strength to open my eyes, and saw a blurry figure of a little boy running away, muttering: "Mom, sister is awake, sister is awake!"

Soon, a person dressed as a peasant woman came in, holding a bowl in her hand.

She helped Luo Xiaoran, whose eyes were not fully open yet, up and made her half-sit on the bed with her back leaning against the headboard.

Luo Xiaoran shook her confused head, raised her eyes to look at the other person, and was stunned for a moment.

"Do you still remember me?" the peasant woman beside the bed asked cautiously.

Luo Xiaoran looked at her for a long time, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a somewhat unexpected smile: "Wang Cuihua?"

"Yes! I am Wang Cuihua. I didn't expect you still remember me." Wang Cuihua patted her thigh happily and showed a hearty smile.

Wang Cuihua handed the bowl to Luo Xiaoran. It was full of white porridge, and the little boy next to her drooled at the sight.

"The doctor said you can only eat light food now. The wounds on your body have been treated. What happened to you? Why do you have so many wounds on your body?"

Luo Xiaoran reached out to take the bowl of porridge, only to find that the small bowl of porridge seemed very heavy in her hand. It seemed that even if she didn't die from falling off the cliff, she was seriously injured.

Luo Xiaoran scooped a spoonful of porridge into her mouth. It was smooth and mellow, and it warmed her empty stomach.

She did not answer Wang Cuihua's question, but asked: "Why are you here? How did you find me?"

After saying that, she called the little boy over and wanted to share half of the porridge in her hand with him, but Wang Cuihua stopped her firmly, insisting that Luo Xiaoran was a patient and should eat well and be full.

Luo Xiaoran had no choice but to drink her porridge obediently while listening to Wang Cuihua talk.

It turned out that the two handfuls of fried rice that Luo Xiaoran gave to Wang Cuihua on the way to escape famine successfully saved Wang Cuihua's son Niu Dan, who was almost starving to death.

Then Wang Cuihua took Niu Dan and quietly followed Luo Xiaoran and the others to Changzhou City.

At that time, dozens of porridge stalls were set up outside Changzhou City to provide porridge to the victims. Wang Cuihua and Niu Dan survived by relying on the two meals of porridge provided by the government every day.

Later, the government settled refugees and assigned Wang Cuihua and her son to this small village at the foot of the mountain. They gave her an abandoned house and an acre of wasteland, and Wang Cuihua and her son settled down there.

"The two handfuls of fried rice you secretly stuffed into my hands not only saved Niu Dan's life, but also allowed me to use my last bit of strength to bring him to the outskirts of Changzhou. You are the lifesaver of my mother and me! Niu Dan, come on! Come here and kowtow to your benefactor!"

When she said this, Wang Cuihua was already in tears. She hurriedly called her son to kowtow to Luo Xiaoran, which frightened Luo Xiaoran so much that he waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, no, hurry up and get up!"

Wang Cuihua wiped the tears from her face and sobbed, "Escaping from famine is too hard. Niu Dan's father fainted from hunger and hit his head directly on a rock, dying on the spot.

If it weren't for your two handfuls of fried rice, my son and I would have gone to look for that short-lived ghost.

I was trying to trick you into giving me food before, but I didn’t expect you to be willing to give us mother and son a bite to eat…”

Seeing Wang Cuihua getting sadder and sadder, Luo Xiaoran quickly changed the subject, "Hurry up, you haven't told me how you met me yet?"

"Oh, yes!" Wang Cuihua got up from the ground, with a big smile on her face again:

"Don't you always say that good deeds will be rewarded? You saved my life and my son's life, and I actually had the chance to save you too!

Yesterday, I was washing clothes in the river and I saw you floating down from upstream from a distance.

You are the savior of Niu Dan and me. I remember you very clearly and recognized you at first sight.

I quickly carried you home and called a doctor for you. You were in a coma for a whole day and night!"

Wang Cuihua sighed: "How could a little girl like you get so badly injured and fall into the river?"

Luo Xiaoran raised her pale lips and didn't want to say more: "It's all in the past, no need to mention it again."

Luo Xiaoran paused stirring the porridge with the spoon. Suddenly, she thought of something and looked straight at Wang Cuihua. "You just said that I was unconscious for a day and a night?"

Wang Cuihua saw Luo Xiaoran's expression suddenly become serious, and she was confused, but she still told the truth:

"It was not yet 9 o'clock when I found you yesterday, but now it is 9 o'clock. Isn't that a day and a night?"

"Was there anyone else around when you picked me up?" Luo Xiaoran asked Wang Cuihua while swallowing the porridge in big gulps.

“No, our village is at the foot of the mountain, it’s sparsely populated and quiet. I moved in later, and the house the village chief assigned to me is even more secluded.

The place where I wash clothes is not in the same place as the villagers. I am upstream and they are downstream, so only Niu Dan and I saw you. "

Hearing Wang Cuihua say this, Luo Xiaoran nodded, but still a little worried, "Have you hired a doctor for me?"

“When I first pulled you out of the river, your upper body was covered in blood and your face was pale.

I was afraid you wouldn't wake up, so I went to ask a doctor, who prescribed some medicine for me. I'll bring the medicine to you after you finish drinking this bowl of porridge to warm your stomach. The doctor said you'll have to drink it for several days!" Wang Cuihua said.

Luo Xiaoran nodded to show that she understood, and she kept drinking porridge in her hands, as if she was in a hurry.

Wang Cuihua had been watching Luo Xiaoran from the side and thought that Luo Xiaoran drank so fast because she was too hungry.

Unexpectedly, after Luo Xiaoran finished drinking the porridge, she asked her to bring the boiled medicine. Although Wang Cuihua felt a little strange, she didn't think much about it and went straight to the kitchen.