The Reborn Shrewish Wife

The beggar seemed to see what she thought and replied, "I think that's what you mean. You see, there is a square character in it. Although I don't know the middle character, it's like you want to go somewhere."

Xia Yang nodded and wrote down a word.

Fortunately, the beggar knew the word. He nodded and asked her, "where are you going? I'll take you."

Xia Yang wrote down the name of the place he had made an appointment with Zhao Xiaoling.

The beggar didn't know him, but the name seemed familiar to him. "I know where it is. I'll take you."

Xia Yang looks at him gratefully and seems to want to say thank you.

The beggar grinned, "saving one life is better than building a seven level putu. Helping others can also help you. My mother taught me that when I was young, you don't have to thank me."

Xia Yang droops his eyes and suddenly thinks of something. He reaches out his hand and looks at it. He finds that the note in his hand is missing and his face suddenly changes.

"Where's the note?" She grabbed the beggar's arm and tried to ask him these three words, but she couldn't make a sound and just shook him hard.

The beggar said, "what's the matter? What's the matter with you? "

Xia Yang stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, as if to say something on his hand.

The beggar was stunned and said, "do you want to ask what you have in your hand? I've dried it for you."

"Your paper is wet. After I saved you, I opened it to dry."

Summer Yang swallowed saliva, seem to ask him, where?

The beggar opened her hand, went to the room, took a crumpled paper on the table, and then walked to Xia Yang, "this is what you have in your hand."

Because she had stuffed it in her mouth, got it wet, and grabbed it with her hands, the words on it were more than half blurred, and only a few numbers could be seen clearly.

Xia Yang twisted his brows, and seemed to feel uncomfortable.

The beggar said, "where are you going? I'll take you

Xia Yang looked at the beggar and nodded.

The beggar coughed softly and said, "you are badly hurt. I have to hold you. If you don't mind, I will hold you all the way."

Xia Yang shook his head and said he didn't mind.

The beggar didn't say much. He took her and left the broken house.

Being held by him, Xia Yang pursed his lips, folded the paper and put it in his arms, then closed his eyes.

Yesterday, Chunfeng said that she would go to explore Mo Yu's situation, and then told her, so the next day, Zhao Xiaoling took the initiative to wait at their appointed place, waiting for Chunfeng to come.

Zhao Xiaoling didn't expect that he didn't wait for the spring breeze this time, but he was waiting for Xia Yang, who was injured and held in his arms.

Seeing that she was held by a beggar with her eyes closed, Zhao Xiaoling rushed over immediately, "Xia Yang!"

Hear someone call oneself, Xia Yang suddenly open eyes, see Zhao Xiaoling, her eyes bright.

Zhao Xiaoling frowned, "what happened? Why did you get hurt? Why are you held by him? "

The beggar listened to her question and said, "this girl, she can't speak. Let me answer. I picked up this girl on the road last night, and then took her back to my place for a night's rest. Today, she woke up and said that she was going to a place, so I brought her."

Zhao Xiaoling pursed her lips and said to the beggar, "would you please take her with me?"

The beggar nodded, "yes."

Zhao Xiaoling didn't say much, so he took the beggar to find an inn, and then let him go out to help Xia Yang check the injury.

A check, she knew, reported a prescription, let the beggar to help her grasp medicine.

After the beggar left, Zhao Xiaoling returned to Xia Yang, but she took out the paper in her arms and handed it to Zhao Xiaoling.

Looking at the paper, Zhao Xiaoling was puzzled, "what is this?"

Xia Yang's hand was used as a gesture for writing.

Zhao Xiaoling understood, immediately let small two took pen and ink paper to her.

Xia Yang took a pen with ink and wrote a sentence on the paper, "this is the spring breeze let me bring it out to you."

Zhao Xiaoling nodded, took the paper and looked at it, then asked her, "why does the paper look like this? I can't read the words on it very clearly. "

Xia Yang twisted his eyebrows for a while and wrote down the reason.

Zhao Xiaoling drooped his eyes and said, "what happened? Why do you take so much trouble to bring the paper to me in your mouth? "

Xia Yang shook his head and wrote, "I don't know what happened. All I know is that yesterday Chunfeng suddenly asked me to go to her room and said that I had stolen her valuables. Then she gave me this note. Originally, she put it directly into my arms. At that time, I just heard that there was something wrong with people outside the house, so I put it in my mouth."

"Then how did you get hurt?"

"She said I had stolen her valuables and would punish me."

She just wrote here, Zhao Xiaoling then made a voice, "is spring breeze intentionally hit you like this?"? Why is she so cruel? "Xia Yang drooped his eyes and wrote, "I think she had to. The outsider in the house was Fu Lu. After he came, Chunfeng might not punish me. Originally, Fu Lu wanted to kill me."

"What happened? How could it suddenly become like this? " Zhao Xiaoling's brows are tight.

"When I went to see Chunfeng, she seemed to be hurt." Xia Yang wrote again.

Zhao Xiaoling twisted her eyebrows and said, "when I saw her yesterday, she was still fine. How could she be hurt suddenly? Are you... "

She was suspicious.

"What is it?" Xia Yang quickly wrote down these four words.

Zhao Xiaoling complexion complex, "is it because I let her go to explore master Mo's situation, let her be found by Fu law?"

After the words came out, she murmured, "but it's not right. If it's found out, Fu LV should kill her directly. How can she do it well?"

"She should have written the reason in the letter. It's all my fault that she didn't protect the letter well."

Looking at what Xia Yang wrote, Zhao Xiaoling shook his head, "I don't blame you. It has nothing to do with you."

Xia Yang lowered his eyes and looked sad.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaoling said to her, "just now I feel your pulse and find that you have poisoning in your body. What's the matter?"

"Originally, sun qiao'er was going to poison me, but somehow, I didn't die. Instead, I was dumb."

Xia Yang wrote down this paragraph with a calm face.

Zhao Xiaoling stroked his chin for a long time and said in a voice, "I'll make a prescription for you to detoxify. Maybe you can resume talking when the poison is gone."

Xia Yang looks at her with a surprised expression on his face.

Zhao Xiaoling didn't say much, so she took the pen in her hand and began to write a prescription.

When the prescription was ready, Zhao Xiaoling took the silver and asked the waiter to go to the pharmacy.

Not long after he left, the beggar came back with the medicine and took it. Zhao Xiaoling first treated Xia Yang's wound, and then asked the other sophomores in the shop to boil the medicine.

After that, she said to Xia Yang, "I'll find someone to take care of you. I can't watch you all the time. I want to see what's going on."