Zhang Youxing did not miss the flash of fear on Chi Miaoyan's face, and he stopped at the door.
Suddenly I realized what was wrong with me. Why did I leave my old friends and come back?
Chi Miaoyan didn't understand what he was thinking about as he stood there and didn't come in. She was just very scared when she thought about how rude he was to her.
"Second Young Master, I'm not available today." Chi Miaoyan said in a trembling voice.
She noticed Zhang Youxing's red eyes and heavy breathing, and she was so scared that she hid in the corner of the bed.
Zhang Youxing pounded the door frame hard, causing Chi Miaoyan to tremble again.
He came in and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to calm his breathing.
"Chi Miaoyan, what on earth did you do to me!" Zhang Youxing roared, came up and grabbed Chi Miaoyan's jaw.
Chi Miaoyan was frightened by his crazy behavior and burst into tears, "Second Young Master, I didn't do anything. I dare not!"
Zhang Youxing stared at her tearful eyes, in which his figure was clearly reflected.
His hot fingertips caressed her skin inch by inch, feeling her trembling in his hands.
He did not feel happy at this moment, he only felt endless panic.
He didn't know what was wrong with him and why he couldn't help thinking about her.
He ignored her tears and sealed her lips fiercely.
With every breath, the two people's hair became tangled together, making it impossible to sort it out or cut it.
Chi Miaoyan whimpered, tears streaming to the corners of her mouth, and was swallowed by him.
When Zhang Youxing left, he slammed the door, leaving Chi Miaoyan with a look of horror and confusion.
It was raining heavily, and it was destined to be a sleepless night.
In a blink of an eye, it has been more than a month since Song Tingyue left. Chi Yunzhi's belly has not yet bulged, but Zhou's belly is already as big as a bucket, and she is already six months pregnant.
It became increasingly difficult for her to walk. Her feet were swollen beyond recognition and her waist was also much more swollen.
Chi Bingwen has been coming more and more often recently, and she was afraid that she would be disliked by him if she looked like this.
This time he came over again, and Zhou avoided his burning gaze.
"Master, I am really ashamed to see people in this state. You'd better not come." Zhou was about to cry, which made her look even more charming.
Chi Bingwen hugged her with heartache: "I don't even have time to feel sorry for you, how can I hate you? No matter what you become, you are the most beautiful in my heart."
Zhou's tears suddenly burst out, but they were just happy.
The two of them were affectionate for a while, and then Chi Bingwen came out of Zhou's yard to handle official business.
As soon as he left, the news spread back to Li's yard.
Li was so angry that she threw the tea bowl and gasped for breath.
"Is Zhou trying to climb over my head?" Li's face was ferocious.
"Madam, Aunt Zhou is pregnant and is inevitably a little pampered. The eldest master passed away early. If Aunt Zhou is pregnant with a boy, why don't you..." The old nanny didn't say anything else, but Li understood.
Yes, she needs to take good care of herself and wait for Zhou's baby to be born.
She wanted to support Miaoyan. Miaoyan was not living well in Prince Rui's Mansion, otherwise she would not have come back to see her for so many days.
Her daughter had a rift with her before she got married, but as a mother, she would definitely not blame her daughter.
Li worked hard to improve her voice and forced herself to take various medicines, and her health actually improved a little.
Song Tingyue and his men had already arrived at the border camp. The people in the nearest city were living in dire straits, and many houses had been burned down.
The barbarians took advantage of the night to launch several sneak attacks on the small village below, causing heavy casualties among the villagers.
In some villages, almost all the villagers migrated.
It was the first time that Song Shaoheng had seen such a tragic scene. He was stunned for a long time and couldn't recover.
He received too many shocks along the way, and the letters he wrote to Chu changed from missing her to saying there were many refugees here.
He went from being lively and talkative to being somewhat taciturn.
Song Tingyue knew that this was his path to growth and no one would interfere.
Some things will only leave a deep impression on you if you experience them yourself.
In the middle of the night, Song Shaoheng woke up from his sleep. He heard the sound of fighting outside. He got out of bed reflexively, found his sword, and rushed out with his brothers.
Someone set fire to the place where the grain was stored, and half of the granary was engulfed in flames.
The cunning and arrogant barbarians stood on a high place holding torches and laughing wildly.
Song Shaoheng's eyes turned red with anger, and he rushed forward with everyone else.
Some people were putting out the fire while others were fighting. Song Tingyue led his men to chase for ten miles and finally captured a small commander who was the leader.
The others were killed on the spot.
Song Shaoheng, who was following behind, gritted his teeth and attacked with a sharp knife.
This was his second murder.
He was already familiar with the place, and there was more coldness and less ignorance in his eyes.
Song Tingyue was a little worried at first, but seeing him like this, he knew he was overthinking it.
The young commander was captured and brought back to the camp. Song Tingyue spent a whole night forcing him to tell him his next plan.
It turned out that he was the little prince of the barbarian tribe, and he came out this time only because he was young and arrogant and underestimated the enemy.
Song Tingyue didn't care about the other party's identity, as long as he caught him, he would be a prisoner.
After a night of rescue, three warehouses of grain and fodder were burned, weighing a total of 1,000 kilograms.
Food and fodder are already precious during marches and battles. Without them, hundreds of thousands of them would starve to death.
In a rage, Song Tingyue hung Hexuan on a pillar, at a height that could be seen ten miles away.
It was summer now, and he was being exposed to such intense sunlight that he started begging for mercy after only a quarter of an hour.
When the eldest prince of the barbarian tribe learned that his brother had been captured, he was furious and led an army of a thousand people to try to negotiate terms with the Song court.
"Unless you withdraw your troops, there's no deal!" Song Tingyue said coldly.
He drew his bow and shot an arrow straight at the eldest prince's heart.
The opponent probably didn't expect Song Tingyue's attack to be so sudden, and hurriedly dodged, and the next arrow came.
The war is about to break out.
Chi Yunzhi's hand, which was drawing a blueprint, trembled, and a blot of ink spread on the rice paper, ruining the entire drawing.
She felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.
Looking at the ruined drawing, Chi Yunzhi put the pen aside, crumpled the drawing into a ball and threw it on the ground.
Zhuyin came in and saw the sadness between her brows, and went forward to comfort her.
"I'm fine, just a little uneasy. How has my mother been these days?" Chi Yunzhi asked, grabbing Zhuyin's hand.
"There's no news from the Chi Mansion, so everything should be fine." Zhu Yin touched her cold hand and immediately covered it with her hand, feeling distressed. "Miss, why don't you take a rest? Your body can't handle such exhaustion."
Chi Yunzhi felt unwell all over, but she couldn't tell where exactly she felt unwell. She lay down on the soft floor and took a nap.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she fell asleep, she dreamed of the scene where Song Tingyue was shot by an arrow from a barbarian, and Song Tingyue fell in front of her covered in blood!
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