The forehead extends to the severe pain of the entire brain, and the rapid and chaotic voices in the ears are so familiar.

But a little strange.

Unlike the past experience, although the severe pain is hot, it is much better than the endless abyss-like cancer pain torture that used to be.

Yao Huan's eyelashes were blocked by blood. When the salty blood flowed to the corner of her mouth, she felt a few fingers seemingly pushing her hair away.

The gesture was not slow, but it was very light. The fingertips carefully stroking her forehead. Then, after a moment, a soft silk thing was pressed against her forehead and wrapped around her twice, pressing tightly.

She also smelled the fragrance of the plants.

"Is the bride still angry?"

"Pinch the person, pinch the person!"

"Look at this, it's pretty handsome."

"Half of the face is full of blood. Brother can still distinguish between beauty and ugliness. It's true that he is the master of flower viewing, hahahaha..."

"God, the little aunt of the Yao family, you don't want a wealthy future on this happy day, but you just want to be young and want to join the Yan Luo!"

When various words of people of all kinds came, they were completely different from these messy and unkind cries. There was a man's voice, which sounded quietly and firmly.

"Don't fall asleep, respond!"

It was like Yao Huan who had passed through the long night, suddenly being activated by his throat, and his mind moved from chaos to Qingming.

She blinked her eyelids and wanted to open her eyes, while opening her lips, as if there was no water, and the fish was struggling to death, but in the end she was conveying the message "I am still alive".

"May my wife look at things? Do you want to vomit?" the man continued to ask.

Yao Huan reluctantly raised his hand and waved it, and finally opened his eyes hard.

She saw the man's face clearly—the face was much younger than his voice, and she was only in her twenties. Her brows were furrowed, but the eyes in her eyes were full of encouragement, which made his appearance feel a little warmer in addition to the calmness.

But...but his dress is an ancient man!

Not only him, but also the vast crowds around him were all dressed up in ancient times!

Yao Huan couldn't think deeply, and suddenly heard several female shouts. Then, the crowd was torn apart, and a middle-aged woman with neat hair and delicate facial features and sleeves tied under her armpits rushed in.

"Huanniang, Huanniang!"

The woman was trembling and crying, but instead of hysterically losing control, she quickly reached out and replaced the man holding Yao Huan's shoulder. A pair of beautiful almond eyes stared at Yao Huan's bloody half of her face.

The man quickly glanced over his eyes. He believed that the middle-aged woman's urgent and frightened concern was only found by her close relatives.

Sure enough, the woman said again: "Auntie is here, don't be afraid!"

She seemed to hold a piece of tofu and hugged Yao Huan's body in front of her chest: "Good kid, silly kid, why are you doing this!"

The man moved his eyebrows and retreated a little, comforting with conciseness: "Sister-in-law, I am a doctor. I just rushed to the point of being in trouble. I checked the little lady's wounds. There should be no broken skull, just beware of internal injuries."

Yao Huan looked at the woman who claimed to be her aunt in front of her.

"It's really a matter of traveling through time..."

Yao Huan's thoughts flashed back, and while being unbelievable, he quickly brought a hint of self-deprecating.

My sick body ate enough physical and mental pain, donated all the organs that should be donated, and gave the shells to the medical school for dissection, but they actually changed into time and space to survive?

When my aunt saw Yao Huan's sad look, she looked like the look that her sister often had when she was sick. For a moment, the sister's righteousness and love for her child were deeply integrated, and her blood was pouring out. When she looked around, her sharp eyes were already on the old man who looked like a matchmaker and a housekeeper.

My aunt's pretty face turned from white to red as she saw it. She gritted her teeth hard and was about to point at the other party and curse her when she suddenly heard a majestic scolding outside the crowd.

"Zhang Shuai's car, why are you congesting the streets!"

Everyone raised their heads and saw the man riding tall and yelling at the sergeant's uniform. They were so scared that they buried their heads and hurriedly avoided them on both sides.

However, as soon as the sergeant finished speaking, an old man with white hair and beard immediately stepped forward and waved his hand to stop the stern subordinate.

The old man was wearing a purple robe and his body was not tall, but his eyes were like a falcon patrolling the border. There were a few guards in the crowd who were wearing Naixi military uniforms. He also heard that they respectfully called the old man "Shuai Zhang", and immediately started to discuss it.

"Is this the veteran general Zhang Jie, the governor of Qin Fenglu?"

"It must be Zhang Jingluo. The Qin Feng army under his command is a top-notch brave general and soldier in the border army of the Song Dynasty. He has beaten the barbarians of Xixia so much that they cry!"

"I heard that the last time Zhang Xianggong set up an ambush, almost forcing the Empress Dowager Liang of Xixia who was personally in charge of the army to jump off the cliff."

"My Wow! My great Song Dynasty suffered a loss from Empress Dowager Xiao of Khitan, but I got it back from Empress Dowager Liang of Xixia. The people on both sides are all Northern barbarians, and it will be the same as beating anyone."

"What brother said is very true, my great Song Dynasty hero is rising!"

The old coach Zhang Jie turned a blind eye to the idle discussions in the market, controlled the reins, and led the horse to Yao Huan and his aunt.

Next to the matchmaker, Yang Weng, the butler of Yaozhai, who was in his fifties, suddenly encountered this big change. He was stunned for a while and was gradually coming back to his senses.

Butler Yang thought that the matter was so far, the little master had to accept his fate. Now, when facing this situation, he suddenly caught a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Sure enough, the old general Zhang, who had a sharp look in his eyes, raised his whip and pointed at him: "Is the old man the bride's family?"

"Bah, what kind of family member, I am the family member of this child!" Before Mr. Yang could reply, his aunt spat, and then said loudly, "Shangguan, General, please forgive Caomin for not being able to get up and reply. Caomin is the aunt of this child. My sister is weak, and she has been holding a medicine jar for several years and left her daughter west. My brother-in-law re-stringed her strings, but she took a bad wife. Last year, my brother-in-law also left, and the bad woman naturally wanted to occupy the family fortune with the cub she had with her, and hurriedly wanted to drive my niece out."

"Turn out? My woman from the Song Dynasty can get married at the age of thirteen. Your niece seems to be eighteen or nineteen years old. I see that the wedding team is not a humble person. I think the man is not a humble family. If the stepmother treats your niece badly and she is at the right age, she will have a support for her. Isn't it a good way to get married? Why do you, one of you, one of you, one of you, one of you, one of you, one of you, one of you, one of you, one of you, one of you, are you so old, and one of you, crying and seeking death in the street?"

Although Zhang Jie's face was gentle, the power of the battlefield that had accumulated over a long period of time was like an invisible palm, which made people choke.

Immediately, he waved his whip and said, "You woman are silent, I will listen to the butler."

Butler Yang hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, with a timid look, but his mouth was clear: "The Grand Marshal's face..."

(Author's note: The old general Zhang Jie, the prototype is Zhang Jie, the famous general of the Western Army in the middle and late Northern Song Dynasty - Zhang Jie (the next word "dai" in "天", jie, the second tone). Because the name is difficult to remember, the novel is changed to "Zhang Jie")
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