Traveling through ancient times to escape famine, the prince led me to rebel

Chapter 170 Du Shimu Returns

Du Kongqing's ideas are simple, plain and sincere.

Just a few months ago, she was a desperate, hungry and emaciated person, avoided by everyone.

But now, she has so many precious friendships, which is something she never dared to imagine before. She is already very satisfied.

Du Kongqing fell into coma again. There were many people gathered in the room, but it was eerily quiet.

Outside, one could faintly hear the sounds of children playing and fighting, adults laughing and scolding children, and the family eating New Year's Eve dinner. The atmosphere of the New Year was getting stronger and stronger.

Uncle Xiang's voice suddenly came from the yard outside, breaking the icy silence:

"Miss, someone who calls himself Du Shimu is here to see Madam Du and Kong Qing."

"Let him in."

Soon, a thin figure walked quickly into the house. He was carrying a bundle on his back and was wearing a thick, tattered cotton coat. His face was chapped and his chin and philtrum were covered with tangled beards. He looked like a refugee.

Ever since Du Kang heard the three words "Du Shimu", he felt as if struck by lightning. Only after this man came in did he slowly walk forward, stare at him, and carefully identify him.

"Mingqiao, I'm back." The man said softly, his voice filled with unknown bitterness and unspeakable difficulties.

Du Kang would never forget her husband's voice. Although his appearance was much rougher than before, Du Kang recognized him quickly.

Du Kang didn't have time to think about the fact that her husband, who had died two years ago, was still alive. Instead, she grabbed Du Shimu and squeezed out a sentence from her hoarse voice: "Shimu, please save Qing'er!"

After saying this, Du Kang finally couldn't bear so many joys and sorrows and fainted.

It turned out that the beggar-like man in front of him was actually Du Kang's husband, Du Kongqing's father, the Du Shimu who had disappeared for two years and had been the subject of rumors for two years!

Du Shimu was quick to catch his unconscious wife, and quickly put down the bag in his hand. He felt Du Kang's pulse and found that she could not withstand the ups and downs in a short period of time, coupled with excessive fatigue, so she fainted.

Luo Xiaoran saw that he was very skilled in diagnosing Du Kang's pulse, and his every move was methodical. In addition, the villagers had previously praised his medical skills very highly, and hope was rekindled in her heart:

"Uncle Du, Kong Qing was caned and has a high fever!"

When Du Shimu heard Luo Xiaoran's words, he almost fell down like his wife. He hurriedly looked around for his daughter, but he saw Du Kongqing lying on the bed, unconscious.

The more Du Shimu's pulse was taken for diagnosis, the more his brows furrowed. Luo Xiaoran asked Ruyi to bring pen and ink and waited quietly.

Soon, Du Shimu seemed to have a plan in mind. He immediately wrote down the prescription, then grabbed Luo Xiaoran's hand and handed it to her. Only his eyes were bright on his dirty face, full of pleading: "Send someone to get the medicine quickly."

After saying that, Du Shimu took out a silver needle from his bag and wanted to give Du Kongqing an acupuncture. However, his hands could not help shaking. He placed his left hand on his trembling right hand, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then began to give the acupuncture.

Du Shimu gave Du Kongqing a strong medicine. After drinking it, Du Kongqing had a strong reaction. His face turned pale, his eyes were tightly closed, he had a piece of napkin in his mouth, and he curled up on the bed, looking very painful.

As Du Shimu requested, Luo Xiaoran wiped Du Kongqing's body alone in the house. Under the triple effects of traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture and physical cooling, Du Kongqing's high fever finally subsided slowly, and there was no sign of recurrence for the time being.

Exhausted, Luo Xiaoran simply sat down on the floor, leaning her back against the edge of the bed, muttering to herself, "Kong Qing, Kong Qing, your father is back, don't you want to wake up and ask him where he has been for the past two years?"

The hot air flowing from the floor heater made the ground very warm, and it provided warmth to Luo Xiaoran little by little through her clothes. She gradually became sleepy, and she fell asleep with her back against the edge of the bed.

"Bang, bang, bang—Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

"Coming, coming!" Uncle Xiang responded while putting on his coat and running towards the gate in a hurry.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Go away!"

The jailers roughly pushed Uncle Xiang away, and a group of people filed in.

Uncle Xiang quickly got up from the ground, rushed to the bearded man who had just led the group, and asked bravely, "Sir, why did you break into a private house during the New Year's Day?"

"Get out of here!" The bearded man pushed Uncle Xiang to the ground again and kicked him:

"Your young lady robbed the prison and made me spend this year in turmoil. When I catch her, I will definitely repay her!"

Uncle Xiang did not get up this time. Instead, he crawled under the bearded man, hugged one of his legs, and begged bitterly:

"Sir, you must be mistaken. My daughter is still young and gentle, how could she go to jailbreak?"

When the bearded man heard Uncle Xiang's words, he touched the back of his neck where Luo Xiaoran had hit him and couldn't help but sneer.

Weak? Demure?

Do these two words have anything to do with the little shrew who knocked me out?

Lord An was furious. He not only wanted to capture Du Kongqing and Sun Qingyuan, but also wanted to capture the prison breakers.

He couldn't afford to offend the young master of the Wang family, so he let Luo Xiaoran handle the prison break alone.

"You old fool, you'd better tell me whether Luo Xiaoran is here or not, or I'll arrest you too!"

After saying that, the bearded man wanted to use the scabbard of his sword to hit Uncle Xiang's forehead hard.

Halfway through the journey, the scabbard was grasped by a pair of slender hands. The bearded man pulled it back with force, but only pulled out the sword, with the scabbard still held in the man's hand.

The bearded man just saw clearly that the person who took his scabbard was also the one who knocked him out in prison. The next second, he flew out sideways and fell heavily to the ground.

Luo Xiaoran helped Uncle Xiang, who was lying on the ground, up and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Uncle Xiang was stunned. He knew that the young lady often practiced swordplay in the yard. She said it was just to keep fit, so he never knew that her skills were so amazing.

Shaking his head blankly, Uncle Xiang pointed at the bearded man lying on his back and said hurriedly, "Miss, he is here to catch you, run!"

Luo Xiaoran gave Uncle Xiang a reassuring look, then turned to look at the bearded jailer who had gathered together, "Arrest me? On what charge?"

The bearded man held his buttocks, which had been smashed into four pieces, and said with gritted teeth, "You knocked us out and took Sun Qingyuan and Du Kongqing away from the prison. This is a serious crime of jailbreak!"

Luo Xiaoran yawned gracefully and gave him a look, her face calm: "Do you have any evidence?"

"We were all knocked unconscious by you! We are all witnesses!"

When the bearded man said this, the jailers behind him echoed him one after another, and some even felt like crying out of grievance.