Chapter 9 Ginger

The black-faced guard frowned. The time spent with Ah Chou on this journey was not too short. He often asked him to do laundry and cooking. It was inevitable that he had a good impression of A Chou in his heart. Relying on Ah Chou, naturally he didn't want to make Ah Chou suffer too much. Just as the black-faced guard was about to bargain with that old Jiang, he was secretly pinched by the white-faced guard, and immediately fell silent.

"It's about, washing and scrubbing is what a man should do?" The white-faced guard laughed at the old Jiang, and patted the old Jiang's shoulder and said, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, old Jiang, let's wait a while." You should have a good drink."

"It's about, tonight, no one can run away without ten catties of wine!" Old Jiang laughed, pointing to the carriage, and said with a wicked smile, "Hurry up and send the bride to the bridal chamber, we will also go to the bridal chamber." Let’s go down the mountain and drink.”

The black-faced guard walked over, opened the car door, and said to Ah Chou in a deep voice, "Come down."

A Chou supported the carriage and jumped down, tilted his body, and was about to fall, but the black-faced guard quickly helped him up, and A Chou hurriedly nodded and thanked him.

It was too dark outside, she couldn't see anything except the three blurred figures in front of her, she was very nervous and scared, she lowered her head and bit her lip, not knowing what was waiting for her next, she was panicking , there was a sound of flint and flint, and then a burst of fire brightened, illuminating the muddy ground in front of her, and her embroidered shoes stuck in the muddy water.

These are Miss Duan's shoes. The shoes are too small for a noble lady who doesn't step outside the door and has her feet bound. She really can't fit them. She wears her own rag shoes all the way, but the white-faced guard this afternoon I forced myself to change into it, too, where is the bride who still wears open-toed rag shoes?

Her feet hurt so badly that she almost fell when she got off the carriage just now.

"Let me see how beautiful and beautiful the noble lady from the capital is." The old Jiang said bluntly, holding a torch and swinging it in front of Ah Chou's face.

The torch was too close, Ah Chou's face seemed to be burned, his forehead was burnt, and there was a pungent smell of fire. The terrible experience of being surrounded by a sea of ​​flames came to mind, Ah Chou Ugly backed away in horror, but the shoes really didn't follow his feet, and he fell into the muddy water embarrassingly with a "thump".

"Tsk tsk tsk, I think it's some kind of stunning beauty, that's all." The old Jiang looked very satisfied when he saw Ah Chou's frightened and embarrassed appearance. He took back the torch, turned around and put the torch in the On the door knocker behind him, he turned around, looked down at Ah Chou and said, "It sounds nice to say that you are the bride, but to put it bluntly, you are a slave. From now on, the paralyzed man inside will be your master. Take good care of your master, if your master is short-lived, then you must not live long, understand?"

Half of Ah Chou's body was soaked in muddy water. She got up in a panic, shaking her head and shaking her head. She was so scared that she couldn't speak with her mouth open.

Old Jiang seemed very satisfied with A Chou's reaction, and immediately pushed open the door behind him, and pouted at A Chou: "Go in."

The door was dark, and only the outline of a house not far away could be seen. There seemed to be a kitchen. Ah Chou licked his lips in a panic, wanting to ask where he should live, but he looked at Old Jiang’s Face, dare not ask.