The water droplets gathered on the tip of the thatch, sparkling and crystal clear. The moment the wooden door creaked open, the thatch vibrated, and the water droplets fell on the muddy ground and splashed.

The slim figure walked out of the shed, stretched her waist, and her stomach was rumbling a few times. The woman ignored it. She picked up a little in the puddle formed by the rain last night and patted it on her face. She washed her face. In the morning after the rain, the sun shone on her, and she had a particularly simple beauty.

In a simple village, when the sky is dawn, people have come out to find a way out. People coming and going around will say hello to the woman to a higher or lower, and then leave to do their own business. Fuqi will basically huh or nod in response, and is probably quite shy.

The woman walked over to the eaves of the raindrops last night and saw the woman who had broken her head because of the collapse of the shed last night wrapped in a cloth strip and waded on a layer of thatch. She moaned a little blurred. Fuqi squatted down and looked at the other party's injuries. She told an old woman next to her who was taking care of the injured woman about how to take care of the injured.

The old woman sat silently on the ground, not knowing whether she could understand it, just like an old tree with dry skin was quietly there.

A corner of the shed was burning on a low fire. The broken pot I found was cooking something. The boiling water sounded. Fuqi took a casual look and then withdrew her gaze. It was full of grass roots, bark and other things.

The white water vapor comes over and has a bad smell.

She pursed her lips and her eyes turned red. When she woke up, the woman knew her current situation. Although she still didn't understand many things, she also knew that people could cry when they were hungry. Even if her adoptive father was as good as his martial arts, she could hear the sound of him being hungry in the middle of the night and being hungry.

Not to mention ordinary people.

The delicate and white little hand moved and reached to his waist. He looked at the numb old woman, then looked at the soup that smelled unpleasant. Then he turned out the few pieces of steamed buns in the thin belt around his waist and held them in his palm and reached them over.

The hand like a dead branch quickly took the steamed buns and wet marks appeared on the turbid eyes.

"If Aunt Niu wakes up, leave some for her." Fuqiu said softly, then got up and left the shed, and wiped the corners of her eyes.

And there was no silence behind him.

The sun was rising outside, with mist hanging in the mountains, unknown birds cried in the steep forest, people around them came and went, some went to find food, some sat there aimlessly watching the sunshine, far and near, women could vaguely hear the woman holding the child hiding in the corner crying, mostly hungry.

Over there, a young man named Mu Yang came towards him and looked at Fu Chi. His expression was not so friendly. The woman still asked him softly: "Brother Mu family, do you know where my father is?"

"On there." After a moment of silence, the young man pointed in a direction, took a few steps on his shoulders, and suddenly stopped again, "Don't think that you have lost your memory and pretended to be pitiful. Others agreed to let you sit here for free, and even were accepted as your adopted daughter by Master Zhou. Do you know that in this village, it is not easy for people to survive. When you come, someone will eat less, and one more person will go hungry. Don't pretend to win people's hearts. I saw it just now."

Suddenly when someone said this, Fu Qi's face turned red. "You, you" said a few words in a row, but the woman didn't know how to respond to others. After all, this was not what she was good at. Then she shook her head and her voice was choked: "It's not what you think, it's not anyway! I saw that Aunt Niu and the others cooked grass roots and tree bark in the pot, and I don't want to see them crying hungry."

"Fake benevolence and false righteousness." Mu Yang dug up disdainfully, snorted coldly in his nose, and turned around to do his own thing.

The figure left there, but the woman smiled and murmured: "I won't be angry with you. People who should be strong and not cry. Remember what someone said, be strong!"

As she walked, she clenched her fists and wiped away her tears.

In the corner of the village, under a pine tree, the old man who seemed to be white but energetic was punching there. The morning light shone through the woman's side, her clothes were flying in the wind. Each punch and a palm were very slow, but it gave people a feeling of being extremely fierce and grand.

In the morning light, Fu Zi's figure came over, sat on a stone not far from Cangsong, and watched quietly with her chin. After a while, she suddenly shouted at the old man who was practicing boxing there.

"Dad, I want to practice martial arts!"

"Um?"

Zhou Tong stood still, calmly, looked at the woman sitting there, and when he walked over, Fuqi stood up and looked over in anticipation.

"Why did you suddenly want to practice martial arts?" the old man smiled and patted her head.

"Just want to be stronger, others will respect you and will not look down on you, just like my father." Fuqi looked at the other person expectantly, and her sweet smile slowly turned into a worry, "I won't cry or be sad."

The old man patted her hands, "Practicing martial arts is not as simple as you think, and dad is not as strong as you think."

As he said this, the morning light spread out on the earth and shone above the huge city.

Wu Dynasty, Bianliang.

As the wind passes through the clouds, white paper money floats over the imperial city. When the new emperor is established, the funeral will begin.

The Chakong Hall.

A large gilded painting python chair was placed on the side of the dragon courtyard, and the black and gold figures were sitting there abruptly, and the elderly eunuchs beside him were reading an imperial decree.

"I ordered the emperor to order the emperor to say that Wang Xiong, the chief censor Li Xian, and the Taichang Cheng Guiyao colluded with the rebel Cai Jing and secretly sent the poison of Lingyishan to the sage. The rebellion was obvious. He has been arrested by the Admiral of the East Factory, and was arrested and sentenced to trial. He was sentenced to death on a date to serve as a warning to others. The Admiral of the East Factory, Bai Ning, defended the country and made great contributions to arresting the thief who plotted to murder the late emperor. From today on, he can go to court to listen to the affairs and consul the senator, and be respected."

On the python chair, with legs apart, Bai Ning leaned forward, supported his hands on his knees, and glanced coldly towards the hall, "Who agrees and who objected?"

At this time, the ministers in the hall lowered their heads. The three names I read in the imperial edict were the three people who raised objections to the admiral of the East Factory in the court two days ago. They naturally understood in their hearts that when they stood up, they would either be a loyal minister who was stubborn or were careless.

"Since I don't say anything, I agree."

Bai Ning stood up with satisfaction and waved his hand. Someone next to him came forward to bring the pen and moist. He picked up the wolf hair and turned three strokes on the list, and ticked the names of the three people, "Tomorrow at noon, I will send those three adults on the way. If you have old ones, you can go and watch the execution. Our family is also humane."

Put down the brush, Bai Ning bowed from above the Longting, "Empress Dowager, what do you think?"

"Accurate." Behind the bead curtain, the woman hugged the little emperor, nodded expressionlessly, responded coldly, and then became silent.

"This governor is obeying the will of the Queen Mother."

Bai Ning bowed and retreated. Cao Zhenchun stepped forward and slammed and said, "Retreat the court!"

In the imperial city, the ministers left the palace gate in fear and returned very quickly in the direction of their own. In the backyard of the palace, the Empress Dowager Shang Yu of the Wu Dynasty found Zheng Wan to discuss some things. When he said that he was angry, he gritted his teeth.

ps: Many people say that they abuse the heroine, but it is impossible that the heroine will be at a wealthy and noble family when she wakes up. How can she grow up like that? Being someone’s second wife? That’s a joke, or becoming a disciple of a certain sect? Then she will always sink into the routine? Or let Xifu be stupid forever and be a vase?
Chapter completed!