"well."

The area near Xiejiazhuangzi is filled with fields and ridges as mentioned in Tunan, and there is a forest that is indeed not big.

But what discouraged Zhao Surui the most was not these, but Shen Shiqing's body.

Weak! Too weak!

My legs were weak and my waist had no tendons. A slight jolt made my whole body look like a tree blown down by the wind.

After running two times along the road beside the forest, Zhao Surui felt that every bone from the head down was no longer his.

It wasn't his in the first place.

Zhao Surui cursed Shen Sanbai thousands of times in his heart, but Zhao Surui still held on and rode for an hour.

When he stopped, Tunan came from behind to help him dismount, and he held on for a breath and shook off Tunan's hand.

Then, he almost landed on his face because he couldn't lift his feet off the horse.

What a shame! What a shame! What a shame!

Emperor Zhaode, who relied on Tunan to support his shoulders to land smoothly, was angry.

"Tunan, please...find me a fifty-pound stone lock, I don't believe it..."

Fifty pounds of stone lock?

Tunan couldn't help but look at his girl's thin waist, which was not as thick as a stone lock.

"Girl, if you want to hone your physique, why not ask Ah Chi to make you two ten-pound sandbags and use them every day to build your strength?"

Zhao Surui remained silent as he only wanted to kill a few people to satisfy his hatred.

A ten-pound sandbag? Even if he throws it out to hit a rabbit, it feels too light! Shen San is useless!

After taking a few steps forward, Zhao Surui felt that the skin on his legs hurt as if someone had burned it with fire. He knew that the skin on his legs was abraded while riding a horse, and he felt angry again.

I remember Zhao Surui, who learned horse arching at the age of six and practiced martial arts every day. Even ordinary imperial troops could not get close to him. During the Northern Expedition to Duqin, he led his men to gallop for three hundred miles. When they arrived at Jinyang, they could directly climb the city to watch the enemy. How majestic and domineering is that?

Shen Sanfei has such a weak body. If he had to run for his life, he would probably die of exhaustion on the way, let alone lead an army in a war and be invincible. How could he, Zhao Surui, be trapped in such a body?

Turning his head slightly, Zhao Surui felt envious when he saw Tunan holding two horses and walking behind him.

Even if she has to be a woman, it is better to be as strong and strong as Tunan than he is now. As for his status, although Tunan is a slave, he is good at martial arts. He can fight with a sword and travel around the world more freely than he is now.

In short, everything is Shen Sanfei's fault!

Unable to kill, Zhao Surui kicked away a small stone at his feet.

The two of them passed by a wasteland one after the other, and Zhao Surui heard a noise in a trance.

He turned around and looked over, and saw a few men in front of the door of an abandoned hut, punching and kicking a "thing" on the ground, and swearing. The thing occasionally whimpered, which sounded extremely miserable.

The horseman was filled with anger. How could Zhao Surui see others being more arrogant than himself? He waved his hand and said to Tunan:

"Take care of these people."

Tunan nodded in agreement, already holding the long sword at his waist.

These few people are just idle countrymen who can fight against those who have no strength to restrain them. When they encounter a master like Tunan, they will lie on the ground and dare not move again after a short time.

Zhao Surui wanted to lead the two horses, but he really didn't have the strength, so he could only leave the horses where they were. He dragged his legs and slowly approached the group of things they had just surrounded. He thought it was an old dog that was dying. , I didn’t expect it to be a person.

This man was extremely thin, his body was dirty, his hair was a mess, worse than that of a wild dog, and there was blood in his mouth and nose.

The autumn wind was bleak, Zhao Surui tightened his cloak tightly, and watched Tunan stringing up the attackers with ropes.

He smiled and said leisurely:

"If someone is beaten to the point of internal injury, bleeding from the mouth and nose, or injuries caused by pulling out the hair, he will be punished with fifty lashes. You first give each of these people fifty lashes."

In fact, there is no need for a trial.

Tunan nodded to his girl, turned around and took off the riding crop from his waist.

Seeing the perpetrators being whipped into pieces, Zhao Surui felt a little more comfortable. He had the intention to sit down and enjoy it slowly, but the pain in his legs was so painful that he didn't want to move, so he just stood there.

After half a moment, the "thing" on the ground that had been beaten to the point of being indistinguishable from human to animal finally woke up. Although Zhao Surui asked Tunan to whip the perpetrators, he did not have the slightest sympathy for this person and only asked:

"Are you stealing or robbing? Otherwise, how could you be beaten?"

A thief would be charged with eighty sticks, and a robber would be charged with a hundred sticks. Looking at this man's injuries, he was almost dead in Zhao Surui's eyes.

"Ahem..." The man who was paralyzed on the ground tried to stand up, but he grabbed the withered grass next to him and tried his best for a long time, but he could not move his body at all.

A pair of somewhat cloudy eyes looked at the woman standing aside. The woman suddenly opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth: "Second Young Master, Young Madam."

From the sound of the voice, was the person being beaten a woman, or a woman who knew Shen Shiqing?

Zhao Surui frowned: "Do you know me?"

"Slave, this slave is... the Qingying who used to serve me in my uncle's courtyard."

Zhao Surui narrowed his eyes. Although Ning'an's house was a poor family, most of the maids who had served in front of Mrs. Bo were assigned to serve as servants. How could they fall into this situation? It was probably because they made a big mistake that they were punished.

People are sold, or people are allocated randomly.

Just a slave who betrayed his master.

He straightened up and said casually:

"Tu Nan, this person said that she used to be the maid of Ning'an House. Can you recognize her?"

——

Achi kept her word. After breakfast, her girl took Tunan to go horse riding. She asked a few maids to carry the cotton and hold the cotton into the courtyard. She asked Xie Fengan's four concubines to take them.

The maids made winter clothes together.

The cotton was harvested by Zhuangzi himself, but it was rolled into lint by a gin. Zhuangzi did not have a bow to play cotton. If he wanted to turn it into cotton batting in the quilt, he had to tear it open with his hands. Liu Tianxing was a little playful and felt that

This job was much more interesting than lowering your head to sew and thread, so I took two little maids to do it together.

An Niannian was in charge of cutting the cloth, Xia He and Cui Jinniang were in charge of sewing with their dexterous maids, and several other maids spread the cotton batting evenly on the cut cloth.

Ah Chi clearly assigned everyone's work, and he also picked up a few strips of cloth and started making buttons for his clothes.

A group of women each had their own work to do, and no one spoke for a while. After an hour, there were some clouds in the sky, and Achi couldn't help but look up.

The girl had been riding for half a morning, and she didn't know whether the place she was going to was far away or whether she could get back before it rained.

While she was distracted, Cui Jinniang made a move to her maid.

The maid glanced at Xia He who was sitting at another table, stood up on her own, entered the room and came out with a charcoal basin.

The charcoal basin was leftover from last night's burning, and there were still some scattered residual fire. When it was poured on Xia He's skirt, it burned several holes in the long coat made of Huzhou green silk.

These concubines came in a hurry, and Ah Chi arranged all the expenses. Naturally, she would not find any copper basins for them to keep warm. She only asked someone to burn a few clay basins, and the burning was not red charcoal but

Ordinary charcoal was mixed with bean pole sawdust and the like. The clay pot was smashed on the ground, and the debris and charcoal ash flew all over the floor. Not to mention the nearest Xia He, even An Niannian and Cui Jinniang who were a little further away were affected.

With Xia He's fierce temper, she would definitely get into trouble if someone ruined her clothes in front of everyone.

Cui Jinniang designed this to make her make a fuss, so that her maid could take the opportunity to leave the yard.

These concubines have been fighting for each other for so many years, and they all know each other's temperament. Liu Tianxing suddenly jumped behind An Niannian and hid, and An Niannian also moved the two who were close to Xia He.

A maid pulled back to prevent them from being affected.

Amid everyone's "anticipation", Xia He just dusted off the dust on his body, looked at a few small holes in the corners of his clothes, and sat back.

This is even scarier than when she gets angry.

Liu Tianxing came over with her head like a chicken pecking, and boldly touched Xia He's forehead.

"I'm not sick either."

After saying that, she took the road and fled back behind An Niannian.

Xia He ignored her.

Holding a needle to sew the cotton-padded clothes in her hands, the woman with a pair of slender eyebrows lowered her eyebrows, revealing some indescribable frustration.

She also knew that others were looking at her, but she just couldn't cheer up.

The most embarrassing thing in the courtyard at this time was Cui Jinniang's maid, who had already acted as if she had been beaten, and even uttered words of begging for mercy, but it turned out that she was just being sentimental.

"Xia He, are you worried?" The person who asked the question was An Niannian. As the oldest of several concubines, she was not only able to control Liu Tianxing, but Xia He also had some respect for her as long as there was no competition for favor.

convinced.

The needle in Xia He's hand stopped.

She raised her head and looked at An Niannian.

"Sister An, do you still remember Qingying in front of Madam?"

"Remember, she was born with a very good appearance and could embroider. She made two wiping foreheads for Mrs. Tai, which were very delicate." What An Niannian didn't say was that the person in the palace originally thought that the second young master would be given as a concubine.

No one expected that the gentle and obedient Qingying would be suddenly rejected by his wife and sent to Zhuangzi. But Xia He, who everyone thought was too strong, was given to the second young master by his wife.

"Yes, she is very handy. At the same age, she still has to teach me how to sew."

The second young lady is still useless in Xiaoli. An is pregnant every year. The second young master is fascinated by Su Yaoer and goes to the Fuchuan courtyard every day. The second young master wants to find another maid who knows everything about the second young master.
To be continued...