allendalepharm Chapter 382 Mu Qing 3
Chapter 382 Mu Qing 3
Yao Fangge waited for Mu Qing in the wooden house all night holding the child.
But Mu Qing did not return home that night.
She didn't sleep all night.
The next morning, the snow stopped and the wind died down!
Yao Lange put on the green cotton coat that Mu Qing bought for her, carried the child on her back, put on her only coat, and went down the mountain!
This was her second time going down the mountain after she lost her memory.
The first time was when Mu Qing took her down the mountain to buy things.
Although the child was only a few months old, he was surprisingly well behaved when carried on Yao Lange's back, and he did not cry or make a fuss during the entire journey.
However, the heavy snow covered the mountain road, making it very difficult to walk. Yao Fangge stumbled and almost slipped on the snow several times. Fortunately, she held a thick stick in her hand. Every time she was about to fall, she could use the stick to push against the ground to stabilize her body.
This was learned from Mu Qing. Mu Qing would occasionally take her to the mountains to collect herbs, and she would also hold a wooden stick in her hand. The mountain was dangerous and the road was slippery, so she could explore the way and stabilize her body.
In this way, she walked down the mountain and into the city.
The city was full of victims of the snowstorm. However, it snowed every year in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, so the number of people affected by the snowstorm could be large or small. This year, the snow was heavy and lasted for a long time, so naturally there were more victims.
But Yao Langge's eyes could only accommodate that figure in green.
He sat at a cold, old wooden table, with victims lined up in a long queue. He looked pale, with thin lips, and thin clothes, and looked very haggard.
Yao Lange avoided the weak victims lying on the ground and approached him.
He seemed to sense something, and looked at her with a pair of tired eyes.
When he saw her standing in front of him with the child on her back, he felt indescribable surprise and heartache.
He stood up, held her cold hand, pulled her aside, looked at the child sleeping soundly on her back, and whispered: "Fang'er, why are you here?"
Yao Lange raised her head, her eyes slightly red: "I saw that you didn't come back all night, and I was very worried."
He gently embraced her and said, "I'm sorry, the snowstorm last night was so strong that I couldn't go up the mountain. I decided to treat the victims here and do my part."
Yao Lange felt the warmth of his embrace, and felt the fatigue and fear in her body dissipate. She nodded shyly: "Yeah."
At this time, the housekeeper of the Shangshu Mansion was also among the disaster victims. He was ordered to bring some medicinal herbs and give them to the disaster victims in order to consolidate the prestige of the Shangshu Mansion.
When the housekeeper saw the woman in the arms of the traveling doctor, he was horrified.
Isn't this the young lady who went to the temple to pray for blessings and was killed by bandits a year ago?
Although it had been more than a year since then, Yao Lange's skin had become darker and plumper, but the housekeeper still recognized her by her stunning appearance at a glance!
The eldest daughter was not dead. This was great news. The housekeeper immediately sent people to keep an eye on Mu Qing and Yao Lange, while rushing back to the mansion to report the news.
Minister Yao knew that Yao Lange was not killed by the bandits, but married the traveling doctor in the forest and gave birth to a child. He accidentally knocked over a calligraphy in the study. He had devoted all his efforts to train Yao Lange for the family's use. How could he let her live such a humble life?
He gnashed his teeth and said, "Stop all the news that the young lady is alive, and send someone to secretly bring her back. I want to replace the dead with the dead!"
"As for the itinerant doctor and the child, kill them!"