Watch Out! Danger Ahead

The two passed by the carriage, and she must have heard the woman's unclean curse.

Even if I didn't hear it clearly, I must have guessed from the woman's endless words that it was not a good word.

Song Qingxiao was on the same road with this woman again, and the moment the two looked at each other, they originally thought that this powerful little lady would also anger herself.

However, after she turned her head, the little lady only pursed her lips, revealing a smile like a radiant flower, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she retracted her head.

"..."

Her reaction made Song Qingxiao a little surprised. As soon as she stopped, when the woman in front saw Song Qingxiao not following her, she turned her head and saw the scene of her looking at the donkey cart. She suddenly changed her color:

"Little bitch, I'm not afraid of dirtying your eyes after seeing too much! Seeing people wearing red, green and red eyes while riding in a car? I can't tell if the origin of the money is clean..."

Song Qingxiao frowned when she heard the foul language in her mouth.

But without fully clarifying her environment, she did not speak, but walked towards the woman silently.

There were probably a dozen households living in this large compound. After the woman stood in a room on the corner with a gloomy face, she saw Song Qingxiao coming with her, so she pushed her viciously and then fell. Locally:

"I don't have a home or something? What do you do with me? I'm not your mother!"

She raised her eyes and pointed her hand towards the gate of the compound:

"After years of teaching, I still feel restless. I can't walk when I see dirty goods. It can be seen that there is something in your bones..."

When the woman scolded here, she saw a figure emerging from behind the donkey cart in the courtyard.

It was a man in his forties. He was tall and sturdy. He wore a gray-blue round-neck cloth robe, a gray-blue cap and a big sword hanging from his waist. His complexion was cold.

The cursing woman's voice came to a halt, and there was a trace of panic in her eyes.

There is no barrier between the courtyards, and the woman's voice is so loud, I am afraid that all the words said before can be heard in his ears.

After he entered the door, his eyes fell on Song Qingxiao who fell to the ground, and then strode towards her.

Song Qingxiao felt that one hand first held the back basket behind her, and then the other hand grabbed her arm and lifted her up.

"Song... Master Song..."

The woman who had been vicious before, suddenly looked like a frustrated ball, with a flustered face.

"Trouble Sister Yang."

He pulled up the child without mentioning what the woman had previously scolded, instead he just nodded at her, and the woman immediately said anxiously:

"I……"

Before she could speak, the man said:

"Qing Xiao, Aunt Yang took you out, did you thank her?"

Song Qing read carefully and guessed some clues.

She nodded, followed his words and said:

"Thank you Aunt Yang."

"From now on, don't bother Aunt Yang to take you out. If I do an errand, you just stay at home."

"Master Song, I..." The woman hurriedly wanted to speak, but the man pretended not to hear:

"If you need anything, tell me in advance, and dad will bring it back to you when he gets home."

"it is good."

Song Qingxiao responded.

The woman's face was red and white, and her sharp teeth, sharp mouths, mean and fierce temperament could not be used in front of this man.

Behind the door of the courtyard, there seemed to be many people poking out their heads, watching her jokes.

In the donkey cart, the little lady who had previously quarreled with her also opened a corner of the curtain, revealing a half-smiling delicate face.

The woman's face became tight at once, she turned bitterly into the room, and closed the door with a ‘bang’.

"Woo...You man who killed a thousand swords, blamed you for dying early, leaving me a lone woman to live..."

"What kind of brother did you hand over, and what kind of knife did you get on your behalf?"

"Other people's affairs are enthusiastic about taking care of them, but my own women are not willing to take care of them."

"Said it is a righteous brother, and people will take care of me when you die, but it has only been a few years, and the promise that year was not considered a shit!"

The woman was crying and howling in the house, and the sound of cursing came out of the house.

Song Qingxiao felt that the big palm that was holding his arm tightened.

The man stood for a long while, his mood seemed to fluctuate for a moment.

About a moment later, he took a deep breath and took his daughter's hand:

"Go home."

The Song family's father and daughter's home is also in the courtyard, which coincidentally is separated by a wall from the little lady who just moved.

When the man took the key to open the door, the little lady on the donkey cart poked her head out.

She glanced at Song Qingxiao with a pair of wonderful eyes, then waved at her:

"come."

Song Qingxiao stood still.

The man's hand touched her head, maybe he thought of what the woman had said before, thinking that his daughter liked the dress of this little lady.

After all, when a child is older, there is no one who does not love beauty.

"Go ahead."

He lifted the back basket on Song Qing's back: "Everyone will be next to each other from now on, so don't be restrained."

Song Qing Xiaoyi heard this and walked in the direction of the donkey cart.

She didn't come here because of a man's order, but guessed that all of this might be destined.

The voice in the ghost temple in the mountain sent her into this scene. The people and things encountered, combined with what the voice said, should all be related.

As for what the connection is, she needs to investigate and find out.

She walked to the donkey cart, and the little lady stretched out a hand, as if trying to pull her.

Song Qingxiao did not shook hands with her, but grabbed the board of the car and crawled into the car swiftly.

"..."

The little lady was startled, then she laughed.

When she quarreled with a woman, she had a cool personality and didn't let her wind down, but now she laughed, but she didn't see the slightest bit of acrimoniousness at all.

"I still treat you as a mother and daughter, so I didn't dare to greet you before. I didn't expect it to be a neighbor, and the woman's curse was too ugly."

The little lady spoke softly, and then asked:

"What's your name and how old are you?"

"Song Qingxiao."

Song Qingxiao answered her, but did not say how old she was.

In fact, she herself doesn't know how old she is now. After her strength is suppressed, her body also shrinks, and it looks like she should be about ten years old.

She looked at the carriage.

The car is not big, it contains several cages, pots and pans and other sundries. This beautiful little lady squeezed into a corner.

As she got in the car, the position in the car became more crowded.

Although the divine consciousness was controlled, with her instinctive premonition, she didn't sense the dangerous and gloomy aura from the little lady, and it didn't seem like there was any ghost here.

Since this is the case, who is this woman? What does it have to do with the sound in the ghost temple?

"What's your name again? Why did you move here?"

After checking the carriage and confirming that there is no danger, she also asked the little lady.

Maybe she was taciturn before seeing her being scolded by a woman but she didn't say a word. The woman still regarded her as timid and introverted.

Listening to her question at this moment, I found it a bit interesting. After a moment of stunned, he pursed his lips and smiled, replied:

"My maiden name is Zhang, you can call me Lady Zhang."

She didn't mention her husband's name, and adding that she moved in alone, it can be seen that if it wasn't for a widow, she would be separated from her husband.

"I moved here because it's cheap to rent a house. I was pregnant and I didn't have much money in my hand. I had to save a little money before giving birth."

Speaking of the child in her belly, her brows and eyes became much gentler at once, she reached out to touch her belly, and asked Song Qingxiao:

"Hey, you said, is it a man or a woman in my stomach?"

When she asked, she raised her head.

A pair of autumn-shui eyes were filled with light, as if there was hope.

Song Qingxiao stopped asking this question.

Don't say that she has no spiritual power at this time, even in her powerful period, it is impossible to guess the prophet and guess whether the child in her womb is a male or a female.

"I do not know."

She shook her head honestly, this lady was not discouraged, but encouraged with a smile:

"I heard that the child's words are the most effective. Just guess what you want. I'm not angry."

Song Qingxiao couldn't help but move when he heard this.

She remembered the voice heard in the ghost temple. She couldn't tell her age, and she couldn't guess male and female. In a way, she had a subtle similarity with the scene of the little lady asking her.

Such speculation is totally unfounded, but Song Qingxiao has no clues at present. Some piecemeal clues still need her to find the key points and intersperse them to find a way out.

"Boy."

Song Qingxiao responded.

The movement of the lady stroking her belly froze instantly, and the blood on her face faded little by little, as if she was panicked and panicked.

But only for a moment, she suppressed the emotion and put on a smile again.

"Boys are good, I like boys too."

She lowered her head and touched her belly, her face showing a gentle motherly color:

"In this world, boys are born, and they may be much luckier than girls."

"What does she mean by this?"

When Song Qingxiao heard this, his heart moved.

After this lady heard her words, she didn't see joy, but she seemed a little scared.

Is she afraid of giving birth to a boy? what is the reason? Could someone tell her a fortune earlier, and said something that made her panic?

"well said."

Zhang Niangzi smiled and raised her head, and poured a shiny rock candy about the size of a jujube nucleus from the purse on her waist, pulled Song Qing's small hand, and placed it in her palm:

"Come on, eat a candy."

Song Qing let her put the rock candy into her palm, and she couldn't help crying or laughing.

She is not a real child, and naturally she is not very interested in such sugar.

Ms. Zhang can't tell me any useful news for the time being, but since she lives next door and will be a long time in Japan, she can always get some clues.

She held the rock candy in her palm, and wanted to get out of the car.

At this moment, Lady Zhang shouted again:

"Ah, Qing Xiao."

She stopped when she got out of the car and turned her head.

Lady Zhang's eyes fell on her bare feet, her eyes fixed for a moment, and then she smiled:

"Your father's dress looks like a mansion guard. Everyone is now a neighbor. Take care of each other more in the future."

Song Qing heard what she meant when she was young.

She wanted to use Song Qing's little mouth to pray for help from the tall man before.

This is a poor and chaotic neighborhood. A beautiful and big-bellied young lady moved here alone and brought a lot of utensils, which might be very eye-catching.

And if Father Song is tolerant and willing to shelter her for one or two, her life will be much better in the future.

Regardless of whether it is a nearby rogue or some unkind neighbors, in the face of Song's father, it will be much reduced.

From her words, Song Qingxiao guessed something about her:

It seems that this little lady is either widowed or separated from her husband and currently lives alone.

If her husband is not dead, the child in her womb may be the fuse of the separation between the two-after all, she is young and beautiful, and from her calm and relaxed attitude, she doesn't seem to be sad and helpless after being abandoned.

Could it be because her husband did not like the boy?

She was thinking about something in her heart, but her face remained silent, she just nodded.

Seeing her acceptance, Lady Zhang smiled deeper.

After Song Qingxiao got out of the car, she opened one of the curtains and said crisply:

"I still have candy here. If you are greedy next time, come and find me."

"Shameless slut!"

On the other side, the crying from the woman’s house became louder, and the swearing and swearing sounds mixed in, as if she was particularly angry at Song Qingxiao’s dealings with this lady~www.wuxiaspot.com~that lady He heard it clearly, but he didn't think about it at all. He just drew back into the donkey cart after watching Song Qingxiao come home with a smile.

The next door has been moving things, Song Qingxiao returned to the house, Song's father was making a fire.

He is a big man. He doesn't do things such as washing and cooking delicately, and the food he cooks is barely cooked.

Among a large number of unknown plant rhizomes, there are a few sparsely boiled corns soaked in them, which looks clear and watery, and makes people lose the appetite at first sight.

From the previous name that the woman gave to Father Song, and the temptation of Lady Zhang to Father Song, it can be seen that this man is working in public.

But at this moment, why does it seem to be too poor?

She was holding the bowl in a daze, steaming the vines in heat, covering the look on her face.

"Can't eat it?"

The man seemed hungry. He opened his mouth and poured a large mouthful of porridge into his mouth. Seeing that Song Qingxiao hadn't moved or raised his eyelids, he asked her:

"But because Aunt Yang hit you, are you still sad?"

It's okay that he didn't mention it. Since it was mentioned, Song Qingxiao took the opportunity to put the bowl aside and inquired:

"Why is she doing this?"

The character is fierce, and the speech is mean.

When facing Father Song, there was a feeling of flattery and a sense of faint suppression.

"Her husband died early and life is very difficult. We are all neighbors and will take care of each other in the future. If you are afraid of her, stay away from her and leave her alone."

He gently ordered Song Qing to say something, and then exhorted:

"Hurry up and eat."

The man's gaze fell on the bowl that Song Qing held in his hands. There were hardly a few grains of rice in the bowl. The clear soup was watery.

He looked at the child's thin face and was silent for a while:

"I will buy some more rice after I send the silver."