Chapter 117: Massacre of the Village
It started to rain heavily.
Feng Aoqing ran back to the village. What kept her from falling was her faith and her two children.
It was already night by then and the village was pitch black.
The carriage outside the village entrance and the bodies of the people she poisoned were all gone.
The horse neighed softly.
The rain was so heavy that it blurred her eyes.
She wiped the rain off her face, turned on the flashlight and walked towards the village. As she reached the entrance, she stopped.
There was a sea of red before my eyes.
The rain washed the corpse on the stone slab, and blood flowed down the stone slab and directly to Feng Aoqing's feet.
At this moment, Feng Aoqing's heart was hit hard.
After they captured Feng Aoqing, they also massacred the village.
All the people were pulled out of their sleep, knelt on the stone slabs, and died tragically under their swords.
Feng Aoqing roared from his chest.
She rushed to the corpses and checked each one to see if there was anyone alive.
Finally, she found the pregnant woman.
There was a long wound on the pregnant woman's neck. Feng Aoqing felt a chill in her heart. Even if the artery was not injured, with such a large wound, she didn't know how long the blood had been flowing. She was afraid that the blood had been drained out long ago.
She touched it with trembling hands, and felt a hint of warmth.
Not dead yet!
But she was not dead, she didn't even have the strength to lift her head.
"Chun'e! Wake up! Hold on!"
Chun'e's eyelids moved slightly, and she used up the last bit of her strength to utter two words: "Moving..."
In fact, she could no longer make any sound, she was just lip-syncing, but Feng Aoqing understood.
Feng Aoqing touched her belly and said, "I will save the child, just hold on a little longer!"
She dragged the man under a dense tree, where there was less rain.
At this moment, Feng Aoqing forgot everything and calmly and skillfully cut, removed and sewed.
The child's crying woke Chun'e up.
The sword didn't sever her artery, and she fell to the ground pretending to be dead.
"If my brother had met the Madam, he wouldn't have died! The blood from that wound, no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't stop..."
"I'll teach you that even though you can't save your brother, you can still save others."
Feng Aoqing earnestly taught the knowledge of stopping bleeding to a peasant woman who couldn't even write her own name.
Chun'e, who fell to the ground, knew that she would die if she bled out, so she followed the method of pressure to stop bleeding taught by Feng Aoqing. She took a towel that she carried with her and was also given by Feng Aoqing, and pressed it tightly on her wound.
She wanted to wait for Feng Aoqing to come and save her child, and she finally waited.
The child was crying and still alive, and she could finally close her eyes.
After Chun'e died, Feng Aoqing took the child back to her original clinic, where the bed she had slept on was clean.
The child was very well-behaved. He ate the milk powder Feng Aoqing fed him and fell asleep.
Feng Aoqing dragged the three dead people out of the house, sat next to the child, and coaxed her gently.
She felt very tired and wanted to have a good sleep with her child, but she knew she couldn't sleep, so she forced herself to stay awake.
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally couldn’t hold on any longer and fell asleep beside the child.
......
She didn't fall asleep, she fainted.
Until I was shaken awake.
If it weren't for the shaking, she would have thought she was sleeping in a warm bed.
Because there is a cotton pillow under the head, a thick soft cushion under the body, and a warm autumn quilt covering the body, which is neither thick nor thin, just right.
This is a carriage, or you could say it's a mobile bed.
There was a carriage door in front of me, but since it wasn't a curtain, I had no idea who was driving the carriage.
She wanted to get up, but her head was spinning, so she touched her forehead and it was very hot.
I got caught in the rain and caught a cold and had a fever.
Or infected with the epidemic? !
Village...children!
Feng Aoqing was so feverish that she was confused and it took her a long time to remember her child.
I felt around, but nothing!
She sat up and took a few deep breaths, then climbed up quietly and walked to the door. She suddenly opened the door, put her left hand around the driver's neck, and pressed the hairpin in her right hand against his carotid artery.
This was the hairpin she found under the pillow. It was the one she used to kill someone at Duan Ya's place.
"parking."
"I'm sick! Don't get caught in the rain again." Han Lang said as he slowly slowed down the carriage.
"Where is the child!" Feng Aoqing exerted force on her hands.
"Let go! I know you are in a good position and you will definitely not survive if you fall down, but that is for ordinary people." Han Lang did not take her hand away, but just said.
He knew that if he took the hairpin from her hand, it would only irritate her further.
The car stopped and he said, "I'll go tie the car and then tell you about the child."
Feng Aoqing let go and retreated back into the car.
It was raining heavily. When Han Lang came back in a car, his shoulders were wet, and his clothes were soaked from driving.
He bent down and entered the carriage, shutting the rain out.
"Don't come over here." Feng Aoqing shouted.
"You have to let me finish explaining before you send me away!" Han Lang still wanted to move forward.
"I might have contracted their disease, and you too..."
"You're going to kill me, so why should I be afraid of the epidemic?" Han Lang sat down next to her without saying a word.
"Get out of here!" Feng Aoqing kicked him off the couch.
Han Lang simply sat down on the couch and said.
In Liansheng, he had his own secret guards. Three years ago, he had prepared secret guards in various places. This was a two-system system with the eldest princess's, and they were unaware of each other.
By working for the eldest princess, he can better plan his plans in various places.
To be honest, before he remembered, he didn't know why he did this, he just knew he should do this.
He placed secret guards everywhere, in Zhaojing and in neighboring countries.
Now, the eldest princess's part is no longer useful, so he woke up his own secret guards.
After giving orders to the secret guards, he came to chase Feng Aoqing.
When they found the village, they saw Feng Aoqing who had fainted and a crying child.
Feng Aoqing took her temperature while listening. It was 39.5, so she quickly took some fever-reducing medicine.
"What is that? It makes a sound?" Han Lang asked after hearing the alarm of the thermometer.
"Say your thing!"
"Don't worry about the child. I've already arranged for someone to send her to Liansheng City. They'll find a kind family to adopt her. How can you take care of a newborn baby in Yanzhou?"
Han Lang told her where the child was and he also saw the bodies in the village. What he was worried about was not whether he could take care of the child, but how she would face the child.
"Throw it into the ditch!" Feng Aoqing sneered.
"You can go to Lian Sheng to check it out when the time comes. The child has a black mole on the palm of his left hand, which is very easy to recognize. If he doesn't grow up as fat as other children, you can blame me." Han Lang rolled his eyes at her.
Feng Aoqing had to admit that this was the best way to deal with it.
Han Lang shifted his butt, leaned forward, and prepared to talk about the next point.
He didn't care about the children. The reason he dealt with it this way was because he knew Feng Aoqing. If this matter was not handled well, he would not even have a chance to speak.
"She sent you to follow me because she hasn't given up yet? She still wants to give it another try?" Feng Aoqing's eyes showed the same ruthlessness she had in Duan Ya Courtyard.
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