MTL - Pihanjin-Chapter 53

The gust of wind swept over the open field of the racecourse, ravaging the unclosed window outside the house, making a knocking sound.

Mu Fulan was awakened from her sleep, her heart beating a little faster.

Been staying here for several days. It's really a great place for kids to play. Hee likes it very much.

In the darkness, she subconsciously touched the side of her body. The fingertips touched the small body.

Xier leaned on herself and was sleeping peacefully.

Mu Fulan exhaled, and the person slowly relaxed.

She climbed off the bed, felt the darkness and came outside, stopped by the window, and glanced outside.

The night was dark, lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder rolled over the tops of the distant mountains. It is going to rain.

She closed the window and went back to the bed in the back room.

She was afraid that the thunder would wake up Xi'er, and hugged him into her arms.

There was lightning and thunder outside the house, and the night was cold and rainy. She hugged the little person in her arms tightly, and closed her eyes in the warm quilt.

She woke up from sleep, and she didn't know how long it took. At night, there seemed to be a few slight knocks in her ears again.

In the hazy, at first she thought that the door and window were still not closed, and were swept by the wind and rain.

But soon, I knew I was wrong.

When she woke up, Xi'er was still sleeping peacefully beside her, and outside, I didn't know when it would start, the wind had stopped and the rain had stopped.

Listening carefully, the sound of knocking has also disappeared, and the ears are all silent, except for the crisp ticking sound of water dripping from the eaves of the porch.

Or just a hallucination in a dream.

Mu Fulan opened her eyes and looked out the window.

It was still dark outside, she guessed it was the fourth watch.

When she closed her eyes again, the voice came again.

This time, I heard it clearly.

Someone is knocking at the door.

In view of the lessons learned from the previous fire, coupled with the abnormal weather this autumn, and frequent thunder and lightning at night, the current night patrol of the racecourse is more stringent than before. And after she came, the courtyard where she lived was heavily guarded at night.

At this o'clock, when everyone is dreaming, who would come knocking on the door?

Mu Fulan sat up slowly, put on his clothes, went down to the ground, lit the lamp, holding the candlestick, walked to the outside, across the door, and asked softly, "Who?"

"it's me."

Outside the door, there was a low voice from a man who seemed to be a little tired.

Mu Fulan immediately recognized who it was.

She got dressed immediately, pulled the latch, and opened the door.

A gust of cold wind with moisture rushed in, blowing the candle in her hand.

In the flickering dim yellow light, she saw a shadow standing outside the door.

The man bowed his head, passed through the door frame, and walked in.

The residual water dripped slowly along the edge of the water-filled hat and scorpion on his body, as if he had come here despite the wind and rain in the middle of the night.

Mu Fulan was surprised and a little puzzled. But seeing that he didn't say a word, he came in and stopped by the door, and started to take off his rain hat and shoji. He didn't ask him where he came from, or why he came in the rain all night. He just stood there silently, watching . Seeing that he took off his hat and cloak, he handed it to him, put the wax torch on the table beside him, took it, and put the rain gear in the corner of the house beside the door to drain the water.

"I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat here?"

She heard him ask.

She turned her head.

The rain gear did not completely isolate him from the wind and rain on the night road. His temples and brows were filled with dampness, and most of his clothes were wet, and they were tightly attached to his body.

He just stood behind her like this, looking at her with a tired look on his face, with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

Mu Fulan hesitated and said, "The cook doesn't sleep here, but the cook should have some extra food from last night. If you don't mind, I'll bring it for you to eat when it's hot."

He rubbed his forehead and whispered, "Okay."

Mu Fulan glanced at him, suppressed his doubts, and told him to wait.

She went out of the house, woke up the maid who was sleeping next door, went to the kitchen, found the leftover food from last night, caught fire, warmed it up, and brought it back.

There was still a while before dawn, she told the maid to go to sleep again, carried the food box by herself, and pushed open the door.

On the table, the wax torch was still lit, quietly illuminating the room.

The man was gone.

Mu Fulan put the food on the table lightly, took the candlestick, and walked in.

She took a few steps and stopped.

Damp clothes, unbuttoned belts, hung messily on the back of the chair. On the floor in front of the bed, two men's boots were taken off, one was upside down.

The man was lying on the pillow, occupying the seat where she slept before, facing Xi'er who was still sleeping in the bed, and fell asleep.

The room was silent, his back was motionless, and he made a low and even breathing sound.

Mu Fulan held the candlestick in his hand and looked at the large and small figures lying opposite each other on the bed, motionless.

After a while, she put away her clothes and slowly backed out.

She opened the window and dried the wet clothes in front of the window.

She blew the candle, and in the darkness, hugging her knees alone, sitting in a chair, looking at the misty night outside the window, waiting for the dawn.

…

Xie Changgeng opened his eyes and found that the sky was bright.

A ray of rising sun came in from the window, illuminating the room red.

In front of his bed stood a child.

The boy's black eyes widened, as if he was watching him.

Xie Changgeng's gaze stopped for a while.

The child seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Seeing that he finally opened his eyes, his face immediately showed a somewhat restrained joy, and whispered: "Mr. Xie, are you awake?"

The sun shines on the place in front of the bed, slightly dazzling.

Xie Changgeng closed his eyes and quickly remembered everything.

Last night, in order to avoid his mother, he fled in the wild, and drove a hundred miles of night road in the rain. When he came here, he was cold, hungry, and tired. When she went to get him something to eat, he just wanted to lie down and sleep for a moment. I didn't want to take off my clothes and touch the pillow, and when I smelled the faint warm fragrance left on the pillow, I relaxed completely, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

He was used to waking up early, but he slept until this moment before waking up.

He slowly turned over, looked at the child beside him for a moment, raised his hand, and rubbed his little head.

"Where's your mother?" He sat up and looked around.

"Mother is outside! Lord, wait, I'll call her."

Xi'er turned around and shouted, "Mother! Master Xie woke up!" and ran out all the way.

After a while, a shadow appeared at the door.

The woman came in with his clothes in her hand, put it down, and said, "The meal is in the outhouse, and you can eat it after you wash up."

After speaking, she went out.

Xie Changgeng silently put on his dry clothes, walked out, and saw that the water was coming, and the rice was placed on the table.

After he washed up, he quickly finished eating and went out.

The stormy night road last night was like a dream. The horse farm in front of you is sunny and endless.

The steward of the racecourse led someone and was already waiting to report to him on the restoration and rectification after the previous fire.

They come, the security. Xie Changgeng toured the racecourse in person, and after that, half a day passed.

He didn't want to go back yet. He called the child over and asked him how he had been here these days.

Xi'er said, "My mother taught me to read and write in the morning. After reading, I would play with my little dragon horse."

Xie Changgeng smiled and said, "The little dragon horse is ready for you to ride. Do you want to ride a horse? I'll teach you."

He saw the light of surprise in the child's eyes, and it was clear that he was about to respond. Suddenly, he looked behind him, ran over, and shouted, "Mother! Master Xie said he could teach me to ride a horse!"

Xie Changgeng turned his head and saw the woman walking over quickly, holding the child's hand, and shaking his head at him: "Xi'er! Mr. Xie has a lot of things to do, don't disturb him..."

Xie Changgeng walked over and interrupted her.

"I came here to take a look at the racecourse. It's nothing to worry about today."

When he had finished, he ordered the steward to fetch a set of bridles and saddles for the pony.

The pony was also led by the entourage. Xie Changgeng personally put on the bridle saddle, walked over, took Xier out of Mu Fulan's hands, picked him up, and sent him to sit on the saddle.

"You don't have to worry, I will protect him. Bring him back before dark."

Xie Changgeng turned his head, glanced at her, and said.

…

For a whole afternoon, Xi'er was taken by Xie Changgeng and disappeared. It was not until dusk, when it was almost dark, that she came back from outside.

Xi'er was covered in sweat, bathing and eating, as if she was still immersed in the joy of just learning to ride a horse. It wasn't until he was carried into bed and quieted down that the fatigue of the day came over.

With sleepy eyes, he yawned and said vaguely, "Mother... Master Xie said that next time you are free, take me on a horse ride... When will he be free next time..."

The voice gradually decreased.

She bowed her head and saw Xier closed her eyes, already falling asleep.

She got up, walked lightly to the outside, and said to the back of the man standing by the window, "Sit down."

After returning in the evening, he said that the wound on his back was sore and asked her to show him.

Xie Changgeng turned his head, glanced at her, closed the window, walked over slowly, undressed by himself, sat at the table with his back to her.

Mu Fulan lit the candle and took a photo.

The two wounds have basically healed, but the color is white, the flesh is soft, and slightly swollen, which is obviously caused by being soaked in the rain last night.

"Didn't I tell you not to get in the rain? Why did you come here in the rain last night?"

She wiped him with potion, and said lightly.

"You knead for me again."

He said vaguely, answering the question.

Mu Fulan pretended not to hear and turned around.

"This place is a little small. I always take Xi'er to sleep. If you sleep here at night, I'll ask someone to make another shop..."

A hand stretched out from behind, grabbed her waist, and dragged her over.

Mu Fulan fell onto the man's lap.

She got up, he didn't let go. While struggling, I didn't know who it was, and accidentally bumped into the table.

The foot of the table moved slightly, and the wax torch on the table did not stand firm, and fell down with a "bang".

Lights went out.

The room fell into darkness.

Mu Fulan's heart beat faster, her whole body was tensed and her hair was horrified.

He seemed to sense the changes in her limbs and stopped.

"Be careful of waking up Xi'er."

After a while, his ears warmed slightly, he said.

Mu Fulan stopped.

The man's arms slowly wrapped around her waist, wrapped tightly, and hugged her whole body into her chest.

He lowered his head, opened his mouth, lightly held her earlobe, and rubbed her ear temples.

"Mister Mu, you don't have to be afraid of me. You can be at ease with me, and I will treat you well."

In the darkness, Mu Fulan heard him whispering in her ear.

After he finished speaking, he stood up, picked her up, and placed her on the table behind him.

The skirt was pushed up and piled on her waist.

The cold and hard table top was tightly pressed against her unprotected body.

Mu Fulan closed her eyes and pressed her face with her hands, her eyes swollen.

Once, she was so at ease, following him and being his wife.

The man seemed to feel the obedience and obedience of the little woman below him. He was driven by a strange pleasure, and his blood boiled.

With his five fingers, he tightly held her skin-warming legs, and made her wrap around his waist. Just when he couldn't wait to stick to her, he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the door.

"My lord, someone came from the city and said that something happened to the old lady!"

Xie Changgeng froze, and there was a long breathing sound in his chest.

He slowly let go of the hand holding her leg, left her, put down her skirt, adjusted his clothes, opened the door, and walked out quickly.

Jiedu's envoy sent a servant, saying that the old lady had packed up all night last night and was making a fuss to go back, but the steward dared not let him go, so the old lady went on a hunger strike.

Mu Fulan was inside, and faintly heard voices outside.

After a while, Xie Changgeng entered, lit the lamp, looked annoyed, and said to her, "I have something to do, I'll go back first." After saying that, he turned and walked away, walked to the door, stopped again, turned around and glanced at her, He walked back quickly, carried her off the table, sent her to the inner room, and placed her on the bed beside Xi'er.

"Go to sleep. I'll see you when I'm free."

He leaned down, covered her with the quilt, touched her cheek soothingly, then turned and hurried away.