Miraculously, Mian Niang suddenly started to lose her fever after midnight.

Although he hadn't woken up yet, he was no longer spouting nonsense.

The old doctor checked his pulse and felt incredulous.

He clasped his hands together and chanted, "Amitabha, bless the heavens!"

"He didn't drink any medicine, but his fever could still be cured. It's all because of this child's great fortune that the heavens showed mercy to him!"

Aunt Chen and A Yunniang also recited "Amitabha!" After tormenting themselves for such a long time, they finally saw a smile on everyone's faces.

Although Mian Niang had not woken up yet, a fever was a good thing.

"Her father's spirit is protecting her!"

A Yunniang turned and walked out of the house to find Madame Song.

After entering the room, he said to Madame Song who was leaning against the wall: "Look at this, is Mian Niang's father forgiving her? Otherwise, why would her fever suddenly drop? "

Madame Song Li glanced at her but still did not speak. She only slowly lay down and covered herself with a blanket, looking like she was about to sleep.

A Yunniang was once again angered to the point of speechlessness. He was too lazy to continue speaking with her, so he just spat out a cold snort and turned to leave.

Song Zhien propped his chin on his hands as he watched A Yun feed the Sis A water bit by bit. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the medicine Jiang Ting, who was dressed in black and carried a sword, fed the Sis A; at that time, he didn't ask what the hell was the purpose of the medicine, it was just that the people who instinctively begged for mercy for the Sis A and him shouldn't want to harm them, right?

Thinking about it now, Sis A didn't drink the medicine prescribed by the Old Doctor, but suddenly had a fever. Was it because of the medicine he fed her?

He raised his head, wanting to find someone to ask, look at the adults in the room, think about it, and bury these words in his heart. He himself didn't know why, but he felt that it was better if he didn't say it out loud, and let them think that Sis A had awoken under the protection of his father.

When the morning sun rose in the east, Mian Niang's body was no longer burning hot, and she woke up, no longer in a daze, and was able to recognize everyone in the house.

A Yun took care of her and drank half a bowl of water, then did as the old doctor said and started boiling water to boil the medicine again.

This time, there was no vomiting after drinking it, so everyone finally felt relieved.

The middle-aged man rushed the old doctor away, while the Aunt Chen and A Yunniang went back respectively. It was A Yun who stayed behind to take care of the injured people.

The Song Li family was also much better now, A Yunniang did not greet her before he left, but Aunt Chen seemed to feel embarrassed and went over to say a few words of thanks to someone else, before leaving as well.

A Yun went to the kitchen to make breakfast. After a night of healing, Song Zhien was full of energy and he did not look like someone who had been injured at all.

After picking up the eggs and feeding the chickens, he did what he could, ate his breakfast, and went to bid farewell to his mother. Madame Song Li grabbed his arm and repeatedly urged him, "Obediently go to school. Don't go and cause trouble again. If there's anything else, it'll be your mother's life! "

Song Zhien nodded, and said firmly: "I will not go and cause trouble, and I don't want to see the Sis A getting whipped in front of me either!"

When he came back last night, he had already been scolded by his uncles. He also knew that he had impulsively gone to find the Mayer's disease girl to settle the score, but he could not think of such a deep problem as an eight river crab nine years old child. He just felt that every single lash the Sis A received yesterday was more painful than hitting his own body.

Lady Song Li held her youngest son in her arms and suddenly cried, "What can we do? What could he do? We can't beat him, so let's just endure it. There's nothing more important than waiting for the Yours to come back alive, don't let him come back without a home. "

"It's easy to say when my eldest son will return. Who can say for sure?" Madame Song's heart was bitter. What she said now was only to comfort her youngest son and draw a pie for herself in her heart.

In these five years, there were too many changes. The borders were bitter and cold, the Distribution was even a lowly soldier in the military camp. Without ability or backing, he could only struggle on the edge of life and death everyday.

Northwest, outside Yongzhou City.

The Northwest Army Chief Duan Buyan governed the army strictly. Every day at five o'clock in the morning, the soldiers had to get up and train. Whether they came late or not, they would be severely punished.

Only after four hours of training would they be able to eat breakfast.

At the end of each team, there was no food to be had.

Song Zhixiao was grateful for all the training he received in the Gu family, he had never been last place before. No punishment.

Song Zhixiao washed his face with the sand in the water. It was already an extremely cold autumn morning, and sweat was dripping down his face drop by drop. He squinted his eyes and looked at the sun on the horizon, and let out a low growl.

The wind and sand in the Northwest was great, and Song Zhixiao had never lived like this before. Even when he slept in the tent, when he opened his eyes, his face was already covered by a layer of sand.

He took a sip of water, and the sand on his lips flowed into his mouth.

The water here wasn't tasty either. It was bitter and astringent, and the water that came out would only be drunk after a while. After drinking it, the bottom of the bowl was filled with a layer of small sand.

However, such water, such sand, such days, he had to persevere on.

It was his impulsiveness that led to this disaster.

There was nothing to complain about. He finally had hope in his heart. After five years had passed, he would be able to return home in one piece.

He had his parents at home and his sister-in-law was waiting for him.

Someone beside him walked over and hit him on the shoulder with a malicious intent, "You brat, your ranking has risen to the top again today!"

Song Zhixiao gave a silly smile, showing a row of neat and tidy teeth to a few soldiers who were taller than him, looking like he did not need to be on guard at all.

He respectfully greeted, "Captain, Brother Liu, Brother Sun, Brother Zhang."

The Distribution did not have any dignity to show, they were only wearing their eliminated military uniforms, they could only avoid the cold.

The leader's surname was Wu and his name was Wu Liang. He had a sturdy physique and was valiant.

The taste in his mouth sprayed onto Song Zhixiao's face.

Song Zhixiao could only endure it. Although Gu La had helped him out at that time and didn't suffer much, he had seen a scene that was even more cruel than this. Because of a hole in the wall and a bowl of porridge, he was beaten up all over.

After arriving here, he saw scenes of Distribution being bullied everywhere.

In just a short month, a twenty-something year old from the countryside had experienced all sorts of cruelty.

The old man in the prison had told him that if he didn't have the strength to resist, he could only swallow his anger and bear it.

Song Zhixiao chose to bear it.

In his heart, he drew a sign for these people.

This was the ruffian that Gu Wu spoke of, a soldier.

However, in the end, he was still that honest and honest youth from the future. He would not say anything good, so his smile did not ease the awkwardness at all.

Wu Liang's lackeys immediately patted his shoulders and said, "If you want to stick your neck out, you'll just have to rot for now. As a Distribution, no matter how well you perform, you can't become the captain. Put your heart at ease and put it in my chest, do you understand?"

Although the general's command was strict, it was not necessary for them to have a marriage alliance. There were still many unsightly problems arising from the military camp.

"Brother Liu, what can I think about? I still have a servant. I'm just a prisoner."

He would not admit that he had committed a crime, but he could not ignore his identity.

The people Wu Liang brought seemed to be just here to warn him, after hearing his words, they did not say anything else.

They lined up to wash their faces.

Song Zhixiao turned and walked out from the crowd, and looked towards the southeast.

That was the direction of his home, he didn't know how Abba and Mama and his younger brother and sister were doing.

Mian Niang would probably live a hard life. With her parents' personality, they might even push all the blame onto her.

He did not know if Prince Rong had stopped here, and did not continue to make things difficult for his family. After all, if he really did say it, he did not have any grudges with his family, his parents and siblings did not offend him, and the only worry was that Wu Niang would not let it go.

Until today, Song Zhixiao had long regretted his mistake.

Or perhaps earlier, he should have rejected the marriage and not taken his sister's call to exchange the marriage. That would have been enough.

But, it was hard on Mian Niang ..

With A Yun taking care of him and drinking the Chinese medicine that the old doctor gave him, Mian Niang had completely awakened. It was just that the pain from the wound was too excruciating, to the point that she did not even want to speak.

A Yun changed the medicine on her back again, the little sister didn't hide her disgust towards Mei Family at all.

If your luck was bad at first, once you married him, he would die. Then, wouldn't he be a widow then? Wasn't he forced by his family to the point where he had no other choice? The words of a matchmaker cannot be avoided! "

A Yun spoke the last two sentences very loudly, afraid that Madame Song, who was in the house, would not be able to hear it.

Mian Niang was helpless, she could not hold her back at all, and stopped her for a bit, which instead caused her own wound to hurt to the point of almost tearing up.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. Just lie down and don't move. I haven't finished applying the medicine here!"

Listening to her words, Mian Niang laid down and said: "Don't say anymore, there's no meaning in saying all this."

As soon as she woke up, A Yun had told her everything about last night, including the fact that his mother had never come to see him.

Mian Niang was naturally sad, but she had no other choice. She couldn't just keep on making trouble with Mother over this matter, in other words, everything that happened at home, if she really had to say, what did it have to do with her.

If she hadn't known Gu Xin, these things wouldn't have happened.

Thinking of this, how could he blame it on his mother?

It was just that he was a bit unsatisfied in his heart. Could it be that his mother really refused to look at him again, even if she was going to die?

"Mian Niang, you don't have to worry, I heard from Yanzi that he went to town two days ago, and when he saw that the Sai Sien Xian seemed to have returned, when you got better, we would ask him why he slandered you so much. It was the Mei Family and his son who lied! "