Chapter 3 Aunt visits a dangerous life

"Singer!"

Ling Xiao hurriedly turned her head and saw her mother wearing only a thin shirt and trotting all the way towards her.

"Mother!" Ling Xiao subconsciously wanted to block the teenager behind him.

"Shen, what's wrong with you, just me..." Shen Murou didn't sleep soundly. Just now, she faintly heard the girl's cry in her sleep, and she woke up. Sure enough, when I saw it, Ling Xiao was no longer around.

Shen Murou was about to ask what had happened. In the middle of the story, she found that there was still someone on the ground. She was so scared that her face turned white in an instant. She stretched out her finger at the dark shadow and trembled.

"Mom, listen to me!" Ling Xiao hurriedly got up and told the story from beginning to end, including what happened during the day.

"Mother?" Ling Xiao was worried that her mother would not agree to save the injured teenager. She looked at Shen Murou and whispered carefully, "Shall we save her?" After all, he helped his daughter.

"Sai'er, help me quickly." Without waiting for Ling Xiao to say anything more, Shen Murou's face was already cold and came forward to check the teenager's injury.

Ling Xiao was overjoyed and rushed forward. She knew that although her mother was timid, she was actually the most kind.

After the two rescued the teenager, they simply had a wound treatment, and the rest could only wait to buy some medicine the next day.

For the sake of safety, Shen Murou placed the teenager on the kang of the firewood house, piled up the messy debris, as well as the pickled cabbage jar and so on to the door, and hung a broken sheet by the kang as a curtain.

After everything was arranged, the ugly time was almost over, and they were so tired that they went to sleep.

The next morning, Dongfang just showed some white fish belly, and Shen Murou woke up. Although she didn't sleep well last night, it has become a habit to get up early for a long time. Ling Xiao rarely slept in and didn't wake up until he smelled the smell of millet porridge from the stove.

The Lingxiao flower mud applied to the wound played a role. After a rest in the middle of the night, the teenager's injury seemed to be a little stable. Shen Murou helped him change the medicine again and changed the clean cotton cloth to wrap it again. Ling Xiao fought aside and carefully remembered his mother's movements.

The teenager's clothes were so ragged that he couldn't wear them at all. Shen Murou found him an old shirt of his own, changed it slightly, and let him do it for the time being.

Ling Xiao washed the sheets stained with blood and washed the place where the teenager lay in the bamboo forest with water. It's just that the blood coat can't be left. It's safer to burn it while there is still fire in the stove.

As soon as he put his clothes into the stove, Ling Xiao was still looking at the gradually rising flames, and heard a thin female voice outside--

"Yo, early in the morning, what delicious food is my sister making?"

The mother and daughter trembled in their hearts, and then, they were very glad that they had arranged everything early, otherwise something would really happen.

However, at this time, the bloody clothes were devoured by the flames, but it gave off an unusual smell.

"Sister, I've been doing well recently. It smells really good." The voice became clearer and clearer, and it appeared that he had gone to the hospital.

Ling Xiao glanced at the stove. There was still some unburned cloth in the flame, and there was a faint smell of blood. He hurriedly said to Shen Muju: "Mom, you burn the fire, and I'll go out to stop my aunt."

Shen Murou wanted to say something, but she hesitated for a moment and nodded and told, "Then be careful not to offender her." As he spoke, he accelerated the movement of his hand and stuffed a large handful of corn skin into it, and the fire became prosperous in an instant.

"Mother, don't worry." Ling Xiao blinked mischievously, turned around and ran out.

"Auntie, why are you here?" As soon as I went out, I saw Aunt Qiluo, who was still dressed up, and was walking into the lobby. Ling Xiao deliberately ran over and took her hand affectionately, as if inadvertently blocking her from entering the door.

Qiluo was blocked from the road. He looked at Ling Xiao's rough clothes again, his slightly dirty hands, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes. It's Xiaoer. Where's your mother? Why don't you come out to greet me? With that, he shook off Ling Xiao's hand and wiped it carefully with an embroidered handkerchief, as if he had just grabbed something disgusting.

Ling Xiao was angry for a while. At least her mother is also a big house. Now that her concubine comes uninvited, it has been rude. Now she still needs her mother to go out to greet her in person? What's the reason! However, this is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened. Previous experience told her that if she can't stand the anger for a while, it will only lead to greater humiliation.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao smiled innocently and said, "Mother is preparing breakfast in the stove. Today we will eat millet porridge. It's delicious. Do you want to stay and drink a bowl?" With that, he also showed a drooling look.

Sure enough, looking at such a Lingxiao, Qiluo's face was full of disdain, and at the same time showed a touch of pride. What is millet? Such a rough food is only suitable for feeding pigs! Now, Shen Murou, the eldest lady of the former Yin family and the current wife of the current governor, regards the thing that pigs dislike as a treasure!

The more she thought about it, the more comfortable Qiluo felt. The smile on her face gradually collapsed, and she smiled in front of Ling Xiao. The skin smeared with several layers of white powder shook from time to time, and the fallen powder floated in front of Lingxiao, so that she almost couldn't help coughing.

"Since it's such a good food, how can I get it?" Qiluo giggled for a while, and probably felt a little strange, which affected her usual elegant image, so she covered her mouth with a handkerchief and stopped laughing. However, the smile in his eyes can't be hidden.

"Auntie, your clothes are so beautiful today. Xiaoer has never seen it before." Seeing that Qiluo was about to go in again, Ling Xiao was in a hurry and grabbed her clothes, as if he was very envious.

" Let go!" Qiluo saw that the new skirt she had just made in Jinrongfang yesterday was now grabbed by a dirty girl. She was suddenly angry, and her men lost their size. She raised her hand and threw Ling Xiao to the ground.

"You damn girl, do you know how much silver I want for this brocade? Dare to **. If it's dirty and broken, what will you pay for? Is it your thatched house, or did you sell it for it?

Ling Xiao lay half of his body on the ground and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, who was as beautiful as a snake and scorpion. She was pointing at herself and scolding her, and she couldn't wait to spit out. The elbow hurts so hot that it must have scratched the skin.

Although the ground is mud, it is roasted in the scorching sun every day. It has already become very hard, and the child's skin and flesh is more delicate. How can he not get hurt if he falls down so hard?

Qiluo's angry scolding clearly completely forgot her identity. In her eyes, she has long been the head of the Ling family, and Ling Xiao and others are beggars in the Ling family. She didn't remember at all that the child she was going to sell was the eldest daughter of the Ling family, and she was just a concubine!

Ling Xiao wanted to cry, but she couldn't help it. She didn't want this vicious aunt to see jokes. However, after thinking about it, she felt that she should not be so stubborn. I'm afraid it's better to show weakness in front of the enemy.

Thinking of this, and the pain in her hand was really severe, she cried like an ordinary eight-year-old child. In order to leave more time for her mother, she deliberately crawled over to grab Qiluo's leg.

Tears gushed out of his eyes, and his little face was soaked in a moment. If ordinary people see such a cute girl's appearance, they must not be bearable, but in Qiluo's eyes, it disgusts her even more. Because Ling Xiao had a face very similar to Shen Murou, the same Zhu Yanyu's appearance, which made her hate.

"What are you crying for? It's like I bullied you!" Although she was entangled by Ling Xiao as soon as she came over, Qiluo still faintly smelled a special smell coming out of the house. She suddenly became excited. Anything that was not good for Shen Murou was good for her. Therefore, she wanted to go into the room to find out more. Seeing that Ling Xiao was still holding her leg, she raised her eyebrows and shouted, "Let go!"

Ling Xiao just thought he didn't hear it. He just lowered his head and grabbed her and sobbed in a low voice.

When Qiluo saw her like this, she was suspicious. Was it possible that this bitch's daughter deliberately stopped her? Although a child doesn't have this plan, who knows if it will be taught by Shen Murou.

Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated and wanted to kick Lingxiao away as soon as she raised her foot. She must not miss such a once-in-a-lifetime good opportunity. How could she allow it when she was about to be ruined by this dead child?

"sister!"

Qiluo was stunned when she heard the sound, and there was no more movement under her feet. She looked up, but Shen Murou ran out of the door.

Ling Xiao was relieved. Fortunately, there was no mistake. Now his mother must have dealt with it properly. In this way, she no longer held Qiluo's legs and sat on the ground until Shen Murou came to pick her up.

"Sister, but Xiaoer didn't know the rules and bumped into you?" Shen Murou picked up Ling Xiao and tried her best not to look at the wound on her hand. She just held her tightly in her arms, as if she was afraid that her daughter would be hurt again.

"Sister, I'm not talking about you. Even if the life is hard, my daughter should teach her well. Now that you are young, others can forgive you. When you get older, in case you want to do something that is not allowed by etiquette, it's not just your face! At that time, it's hard to say whether you can get married or not, even if the master will admit this daughter or not. Qiluo seemed to be smiling, and every sentence was prickly, and the needle pierced Shen Murou's heart.

Not allowed by the etiquette? What is this called? It's not that she doesn't know how much this means. Ling Xiao is still young and may not understand it, but Shen Murou's heart is clear. Ling Xiao is only eight years old, and the vicious woman can say such words and slander a child!

Shen Murou endured and endured, and then reluctantly smiled, "It's not good for my sister. It's better to shock my sister. Why don't you go into the room and sit down and have a cup of tea, and let Xiaoer give you a gift."

Qi Luo couldn't wait. The strange smell from the room just smelled is getting lighter and lighter, and she can hardly smell it. She is anxious. Now when I hear this, I walk in as soon as I raise my foot, obviously with eagerness.

Shen Murou and Ling Xiao also followed up quickly to avoid being seen by her.

Qiluo walked around the main hall and didn't find anything strange. Her face was a little reluctant. Her eyes turned around and looked more and more carefully. She didn't let go of every corner, and even wanted to turn over the long tablecloth to the ground.

"sister, what are you looking for?" Shen Murou gently stood up and asked.

"Nothing, I'm just looking around." Seeing that Shen Murou stopped him, Qiluo became more and more convinced that there was something hidden under the table. With a proud smile, he suddenly stretched out his hand and lifted the faded tablecloth.

As a result, of course, there is nothing.

Qiluo looked under the empty table, was stunned, and then became angry. But he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, so he had to give up. He put down the tablecloth and said, "We just saw a mouse passing by. I thought it was hiding under here." He looked up at Shen Murou and said, "I didn't expect to run away so soon. It's really cunning."

"The mouse is a good thing. Last time my mother and I roasted it, it tasted delicious, even better than millet porridge." Before Shen Murou could speak, Ling Xiao wiped his tears and took the lead.

Qiluo listened and felt a nausea in her stomach. When she saw Ling Xiao's look that seemed to be very memorable, and then she thought of the mouse meat, she felt more and more that her stomach was turning upside down.

Shen Murou was also stunned, but soon, a smile flashed in her eyes. She patted Ling Xiao and said anly, "You are really a greedy cat."

"It smells really good. Oh, it's a pity. If my aunt had just caught the mouse, we could have eaten it again." Ling Xiao pouted his little mouth and said coquettishly.

Qiluo couldn't see the mother and daughter like this, and she didn't want to hear them talk about the mouse banquet anymore. She frowned and walked to the kitchen. If there is nothing in the hall, it must be in the kitchen.

Ling Xiao followed closely and quickly glanced at the stove while Qiluo was not paying attention. Fortunately, except for a pile of ashes, it is a spark, and the dress has long disappeared.

But before she was relieved, Qiluo raised her foot and walked in the direction of the firewood house. Although it has been arranged over there, in case something happens, who knows if she will find something.

Shen Murou's expression was also nervous, but she didn't know what to do. At this moment, Ling Xiao quietly pinched the palm of her hand, signaling her not to let anyone see the clue. Then, she burst into a happy smile, as if to say, "Mom, don't worry, I have a way."