bestfiction Chapter 119 The village was attacked
Chapter 119 The village was attacked
Lu Mingyang first explained why he had been so concerned about his eldest sister recently, then continued, "She is my biological sister, and that cannot be changed. But you have been with me for the past fifteen years, and that will never change."
Yang Nian'er hummed softly, "It's thirteen years."
"Okay, thirteen years." Lu Mingyang smiled.
Yang Nian'er looked at her second sister and asked shyly, "Then why did you hesitate just now?"
Lu Mingyang pulled his sister forward, and after a long pause, he murmured, "Nian'er, one shouldn't expect too much from another. I'm not a god, and I can't do everything to your satisfaction. I'm afraid that one day you'll be disappointed, so disappointed that you'll hate me."
"I will not."
Yang Nian'er raised her hand and swore. Lu Mingyang held her hand and asked, "What if one day, there is someone more important to me than you?"
Yang Nian'er was stunned, "Let me think about it!"
"Okay!" Lu Mingyang didn't ask her any further questions.
Before they knew it, they walked into a village. A stone pillar at the entrance read "Xihe Village." Xihe Village was nestled in a valley, quite secluded.
Suddenly, a dog barked and a yellow dog ran towards them. Lu Mingyang pulled Yang Nian'er and ran away.
Seeing the yellow dog getting closer, Lu Mingyang grabbed the salted duck in Nian'er's hand and threw it out, followed by the wailing sound of the yellow dog.
The two turned their heads and saw a woman holding a carrying pole, beating the yellow dog so hard that it fled. The woman was wearing a scarf on her head and looked very young.
She picked up the salted duck that had fallen on the ground and walked towards the two of them.
"The dog raised by the villagers, maybe the thing in your hands is too fragrant."
Yang Nian'er said "thank you" and took it. The woman picked up two buckets of water not far away and walked back home.
A purse was left on the ground, probably dropped when the dog was beaten just now.
"Second sister, shall we send her back?" Yang Nian'er said as she put two pieces of silver into her purse.
There was a road running from north to south through the village. Before the two men reached the woman's house, they saw a group of soldiers with long swords on their waists and black scarves covering their faces rushing into the village and barging into every house rudely.
Within the courtyard wall, the cries of women and men were heard.
"Hey, there are two beauties here."
A soldier with flying hair saw the two sisters, his eyes showed a wolf-like expression, and he walked towards them with his arms swinging and a square step.
The two threw away their food and ran back hand in hand. But the main road of the village was too long. They turned into an alley and ran to the end, where there was an endless wheat field.
Not far to the right is a very tall loquat tree with lush branches and leaves.
Yang Nian'er swallowed and looked at her second sister. Lu Mingyang rolled up his sleeves and raised his hand to command: "Go."
Fortunately, Shang Yangcun still hadn't forgotten all his skills. Although a little embarrassed, the two of them still managed to stand firmly on the tree. Coincidentally, their position was just in a position where they could see the young woman's yard.
Three soldiers armed with swords rushed into the yard, hacking and slashing left and right, causing chickens and ducks to fly everywhere.
A father and son knelt in the courtyard, kowtowed repeatedly. The leading soldier weighed the silver bag and frowned in dissatisfaction: "Is that all?"
"Master Jun, it's really gone."
The father and son turned pale with fear, but the three soldiers clearly didn't believe them. The leading soldier stepped on the young man's shoulder, raised his arm, and charged forward with his sword.
"Give me another fifty taels, or I'll chop off one of your son's arms."
"Master, I really have nothing left. Take whatever you like in this house." The old farmer kowtowed repeatedly, but he could not stop the knife from falling.
"Leave people under the knife!"
The old woman dragged out the young woman who had saved Lu Mingyang and Yang Nian'er, crying and begging, "This is our daughter-in-law. I offer her to you, General. Please spare my son."
As he spoke, he wiped his daughter-in-law's face, revealing her tender face.
The leading soldier picked up the young woman, pressed her onto the stove, and roughly stripped her clothes.
Most of the houses in the two alleys within sight were like this, with either women screaming in pain or men howling in pain.
"Where's the beggar's chicken?" Lu Mingyang asked.
"Throw it away!" Yang Nian'er replied.
"What else?"
"Here!" Yang Nian'er placed the woman's purse in her second sister's hand. Lu Mingyang threw it with force, hitting the violent soldier on the back.
The soldier turned around and glared.
"run!"
Lu Mingyang didn't expect that the man could find his position so accurately. He jumped off the loquat tree, picked up Nian'er and ran desperately.
The soldier chased the two girls to the loquat tree and threw a knife at them as they were running.
The oil-paper bag flew over and hit the flying knife, and the four sweet candies flew into the air. The long knife brushed against Lu Mingyang's back and slid down.
"Brother Wei!"
Yang Nian'er was surprised and pulled her second sister to hide behind Wei Luo.
Wei Luo stepped forward and kicked the soldier over, angrily asking, "Whose men are you?"
The soldier patted his belly and stood up, cursing, "I am the personal guard of the Marquis of Chengyang."
Wei Luo was stunned for a moment, then kicked the man over again.
"You fart!"
Many soldiers chased out of the two alleys. With two girls behind them, Wei Luo did not dare to fight and hurriedly fled with them.
The city had already received the news, and the city defense battalion, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and the Ministry of Justice were dispatched one after another.
Only after returning to the Chengyang Marquis Mansion did the three of them breathe a sigh of relief. Lu Mingyang still remembered the soldier's words and asked Wei Luo to confirm: "He said he was Daddy's personal soldier?"
"Cousin, don't listen to his nonsense. There is absolutely no such scum under my uncle's command."
"Does my father have personal soldiers?" No one had ever told her.
Wei Luo nodded, "My uncle had eight hundred personal soldiers, but for some reason he didn't bring them with him when he went to war."
But how do you know it can't be them?
Lu Mingyang didn't dare ask. After all, as a daughter, she wasn't as trusting of her father's men as her nephew was. It would be too embarrassing to say it out loud.
As the night deepened, Lu Mingyang reapplied the medicine on his wound and went to bed. As the morning light shone in, Lu Mingyang felt a slight pain on his face. He reached out and touched his hand, which was covered in pus and blood.
In the bronze mirror, the woman's hideous scars appeared. The scars, which had originally only been a light pink mark, were now festering.
"How could this be?"
Lu Mingyang looked at the ointment on the dressing table and his eyes stung. This was the ointment sent by Leng Lingfeng.
Could it be that he wanted to disfigure himself?
Doesn't he want to marry me anymore?
why?
Lu Mingyang wiped the thick blood off her face with trembling hands, but the festering wound clearly told her a fact.
She is disfigured!
"Yang'er, are you awake?"
There was a gentle knock on the door. Seeing that the door was not locked, Lu Mingyuan pushed it open and walked in.
Lu Mingyang hurriedly covered the wound with gauze.
"Why is it covered again?" Lu Mingyuan asked curiously.
"It's sunny today. Leng Lingfeng said that staying out of the sun will help you heal faster." Lu Mingyang lied and quickly changed the subject: "Eldest sister, why are you here so early?"