Chapter 7 — Trung Trinh Guest

The woman's beautiful eyes were bruised and red from being kicked. She hugged her lower abdomen tightly, which was slightly protruding. Obviously pregnant. It is... the maid of the Zou family that Vien Tu Quan always cherishes in his heart. I feel more like I'm dreaming. Buffalo Dung Tu recognized me again, she frantically reached out her hand. "Miss..." "Please save my baby." I bent down to look, between her legs there were two faint streaks of blood. Through a few interrupted words. I know... last month you were chased out of the palace by Mrs. Vien and secretly sold to human traffickers. Unexpectedly, the buyer, knowing that she was a virgin, continued to sell her to a more remote mountain area. On the way, she encountered a group of cruel exiles and was humiliated by them and then conveniently left here, left to die. She almost collapsed. The words were mixed up, all I could do was hold my hand tightly and beg. "This is your flesh and blood." "Miss..." "Please have mercy." "I have lost my innocence." "Your Highness will no longer need to be separated." "After giving birth to the child... I will die." "I will definitely not be in your eyes anymore." "Please..." "Please..." Save... Or not save? But... it's hard for us to keep our lives. My mind is chaotic as hell. I bit the tip of my tongue so hard it hurt so much that I became a little more alert. In this world... Men's mistakes. In the end... it always falls on the woman. Now, she is no longer anyone's woman. Just a weak woman. If not saved... she will die. I reached out my hand to support her. It's just that my strength is too small. She was also carrying a bundle of precious books and it was hard for her to avoid embarrassment. Dung Tu buffalo weakly leans on people. Softly said: "Let me help you take it." I was silent for a long time. Raise your head and look around. There are starving corpses everywhere. With chaos like this, what is the use of poetry books...? I put down the bundle of books, personally burying deeply the books and manuscripts that I once considered treasures... Once considered the refuge of my soul... Down under the layer of dry branches and rotten leaves. Then I picked up a large piece of wood to use as a walking stick. Keep the jade sister and the edict carefully in your heart. Then help Trau Dung Tu. Deep step by step. Each shallow step. Slowly go down to the foot of the mountain. … This is the first time in my life I have struggled so much. Accompanying a weak woman, there is a time when God does not please people. Thunder spreads torrential rain. I almost slipped and fell down the cliff several times. Later... I'm so hungry that I'm dizzy. Dung Tu buffalo repeatedly fainted. Thanks to me both helping and carrying her, she was able to barely support herself. Luckily, right when I was about to not be able to hold on anymore. I met a couple of old women who went up the mountain to cut wood. You two carry us. Give us food to eat, give us a roof to protect us from wind and rain. I wanted to use a gold brooch and a jade bracelet to give thanks, but the two of them just shook their heads. "In this day and age... holding gold and starving, what's missing." "This little lady doesn't know what's going on outside the city." "At the beginning of the year there was a big snowfall, then continuous heavy rain, and a plague of locusts." "Duy Chau and Du Chau both fell into famine." "There are bandits and exiles everywhere." "Now... food is more precious than gold." Listen. so. I suddenly remember those skinny and skeletal bodies in the mountains. Carrying a bowl of porridge is difficult to get in hand... I suddenly find it difficult to swallow. There was absolutely no news about these things in the capital. The noble families and clans feasted lavishly every day, with delicious dishes filling the tables. Luu Thieu also competed with other rich boys to show off their luxury. There's so much fish meat in there that it's like running water and can't be eaten... can only be given to pigs and dogs. I remember when I was a child. When my father was still at my house, because he was picky about eating, he kicked me hard in the palm of his hand and asked in a serious voice: "Do you know... "I don't know how many people out there have to sweat.

Boiling in tears... was it possible to exchange a basket of rice, a gourd of water?" At that time... how could I understand? I only saw that my father was too strict and difficult to be close to. I angrily knocked over the bowl of rice. "What do those people out there have to do with you?" I was angry. Even on the day my father left for the war... I refused to see him off. Because of that, we also parted in unhappiness. Mountains and rivers were separated, life and death were separated. From the last life to this life... it has been twenty-seven years. then. The old woman saw my pale face and rubbed her hands awkwardly. "The poor family's rice and soup are not used to it, are you?" "No." I shook my head and smiled bitterly. "In the room, Trau Dung Tu also woke up. She leaned against the headboard and quietly lowered her eyes. I spooned the porridge and fed it to her. She clearly shook her head. "Crap." I put down the bowl down. "I saved you..." "Not because of the so-called flesh and blood of Vien Tu Quan in your belly." Zou Dung Tu's eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised her head to look at me. "Could it be that... you live only for him?" "Just to give birth to him a child?" "And you said you lost your purity... he won't need you anymore." "The faults of the world, the mistakes of men... why do you hold them all on yourself?" "You not only underestimate yourself... but also betray your heart." I saved you." Think about it. In your past life... you never lived well. More than half of your life was hidden in the Buddha Hall, no different from being imprisoned. I tilted my head and didn't look at her face that was about to cry. I just put the spoon of porridge in front of her mouth. "Hurry up and eat." "Once you're full... then you have the strength to return." "Slap that guy named Vien hard in the face." "Even if I can't protect my own woman... then what else is worthy of being a big man?" Buffalo Dung Tu choked and cried, swallowing each mouthful of porridge with tears.