Mo Tingzhu thought he was willing to rescue her, so he hurriedly said, "This is my wife. We have been trapped here for over three days. If you are willing to rescue us, I will reward you handsomely."
When the woodcutter heard this, he felt something was even more wrong.
This man looks like a beggar and is dirty all over. How could he marry such a beauty? He must be lying.
However, after all, the person was still lying in his arms, so the woodcutter could not act rashly.
It would be bad if someone got hurt. A little girl like this, with delicate skin and tender flesh, looks like the apple of the eye at first glance.
If his daughter had not been kidnapped by the beggar, she would be about the same age as this girl.
"Okay, if you feel comfortable with this, leave your wife to me and I will take her down the mountain to get her treated."
Mo Tingzhu was hesitant. After all, he was not sure whether the woodcutter in front of him was a good person.
He didn't dare leave Tang Wan to him alone. If something happened, he would be unable to undo it no matter what he did.
There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes: "My dear, you just need to help me pass on the message."
"But I think your wife is already delirious with fever. If she continues to burn like this, I'm afraid her brain will be damaged."
The woodcutter deliberately tested him. If he cared about the woman's safety, he would probably be her husband.
If he doesn't care and still insists on his own opinion, then don't hesitate, just knock him out and take him away.
Upon hearing this, Mo Tingzhu silently wrapped Tang Wan tighter.
Wear a waterproof cloak on the outside.
He knelt on the ground, pleading, "Okay, I believe you. When I get out, you can have as much money as you want. Please don't hurt my wife."
The woodcutter's eyes and heart were shocked at the same time, and he quickly helped the man up: "Okay, you wait here, I will report to the authorities immediately."
"Where are your family members? Where should I go to inform them?" He spoke quickly and urgently, obviously not wanting to delay any longer.
A man's knees are as precious as gold. Moreover, seeing how anxious the man was, as if he could risk his life, I guessed that this was really his wife.
The woodcutter was no longer troubled. He was very anxious and wished he could grow ten legs so that he could run down the mountain immediately.
Mo Tingzhu was almost in tears. "I'm from the Anping Palace. Go there and tell them that Mo Tingzhu and his wife have been trapped here for over three days. Please leave quickly."
"Okay, your wife isn't feeling well. Try your best to make her sweat."
After saying that, without waiting for his answer, he rushed directly into the rain.
Mo Tingzhu hugged Tang Wan tightly. He didn't know whether the woodcutter would change his mind at the last minute, but he could only place his only hope on him.
He once thought that he would not ask anyone for help.
He looked at Tang Wan's pale lips and red face, and he didn't know where all her former pride had been thrown away.
Nothing is more important than her.
It seemed as if only the two of them were left in the world, and it was empty.
Just when Mo Tingzhu felt that his hands and feet were beginning to feel cold, he heard a series of ping-pong sounds.
"Found it, found it, Your Majesty found it!!!"
He could no longer hold on, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
..........
Because Tang Wan had been delaying for several days, she had a high fever and was talking nonsense incoherently.
The maids were applying warm handkerchiefs to her one by one to reduce her fever.
Mo Tingzhu was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall. Mo's mother's eyes turned red and she picked up a whip and beat him hard.
"Do you want to die?!" she said, and whipped him down fiercely.
Mo Tingzhu couldn't help but groan, and veins bulged on his forehead.
Mo's mother hit him, but she felt even more distressed: "Why did you run away like that? If you hadn't met that person, how long would you have been trapped? When will you be more sensible?"
"When you were always so playful, I took into consideration your youth and thought, since you weren't old enough to be a husband or a father, it was normal for you to be playful and playful."
"I think as long as you don't endanger your own life, I can do whatever you want."
"I know... you suffered a lot in your childhood, and I sympathize with you. I think it's understandable that you were so young back then, and after going through such a disaster, your personality changed drastically."
"But, Mo Tingzhu, you have reached the age of twenty and inherited the title. You are no longer a child."
The more she spoke, the more she choked up. Her whole body went limp and she fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face.
Her face showed a lot of fatigue due to days of hard work and worry. Her eyes were bloodshot and the area under her eyes was dark.
It's like I've aged several years overnight.
She has never had any gray hair in the past thirty years because she has taken good care of herself.
Because of him, his hair had turned a lot whiter in just a few days.
His voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry, mother."
"If you want to repent, then repent to your deceased father. Think carefully, do you still remember the promise you made in front of your father's coffin when he passed away?!"
After she said this, she stood up, turned around and left.
There was no dragging of hands at all, except that his back was a little staggering and his steps were a little disorderly.
How did he swear that day?
He knelt in front of his father's coffin and said that he would support the palace and bring glory to the family again. He would never bring shame to the family and would protect his mother on behalf of his father.
He did none of that.
Not only did he fail to share his mother's worries, but he made her worry and make plans for him everywhere.
He knelt there without changing his clothes. The whip was so fierce that it tore his clothes apart, revealing his flesh and staining the fabric red.
He seemed to feel no pain and knelt there straight. His body, which had finally gained some weight, had become extremely thin in the past few days and looked particularly frail.
Mo's mother was standing behind the door, covering her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud.
She felt so distressed, this child was the apple of her eye.
Over the past decade, although there have been occasional verbal educations, there has never been any physical beating or scolding, let alone such severe punishments.
But this time, he really went too far. He ran out of the house alone, without taking anyone with him, and ran up the mountain without knowing the way.
If we don't teach him a lesson this time, what if he does something even more outrageous next time and loses his life?
How will she survive then? How will her daughter-in-law survive then?
Just a few months after getting married, her husband died, and she was labeled as a husband-killer. She also became a widow. Isn't she pitiful?
She could only be cruel. If she continued to be soft on him, he would only become more and more lawless.
Originally, she could tolerate it. She didn't have many demands on her son. She just wanted him to live a good life. As long as he didn't cause any big trouble, she would do her best to deal with it.
But she didn't dare to gamble anymore, she really didn't dare to gamble anymore.
This is the only blood between her and her husband. If he is gone, what else in this world can keep her alive?
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