Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 908 - 441: Narrow Escape for Enemies!_2

Chapter 908: Chapter 441: Narrow Escape for Enemies!_2

Having said that, he turned around to drive the cart again.

Lu Renjia was tearful: "Wife, I was wrong."

The donkey cart swayed leisurely, moving forward slowly.

After a while, Qing Niang said softly: "When you get better, I’ll give you a big healthy son."

Lu Renjia was stunned.

Then, a smile slowly spread from the corner of his mouth to his ears.

Looking at the dusk sky outside the worn canopy cloth, Lu Renjia couldn’t help but hum softly:

"Oh~ the winding mountain road is long, brother is anxious on the way. Thinking of sister’s tender appearance... Climbing over the steep peaks, crossing the river..."

As he sang, the man started singing loudly.

The mountain song was sweet, and their hearts were sweet... This couple disappeared into the dusk in the storm.

...

Originally, Qing Niang planned to travel through the night to reach Minzhou as soon as possible.

But unfortunately, the sky suddenly started to rain.

The rain became heavier and heavier.

It was just fine raindrops at first, but soon, a storm-wrapped torrential downpour came roaring.

The raindrops fell like sharp arrows, crashing onto the dusty ancient road, splashing waves of mud, the donkey cart occasionally got stuck in mud pits, making it impossible to continue the journey.

"Qing Niang, find a place nearby to shelter from the rain!"

Lu Renjia shouted loudly to Qing Niang, who was pushing the cart outside with effort.

The broken canopy was no longer rainproof, and Lu Renjia’s body was also quite wet from the rain.

Qing Niang was assaulted by the storm, unable to open her eyes, unable to push the cart, she found a stone to prop under the wooden wheel, barely rescuing the cart from the mud pit.

The woman was soaked through, her body covered in dirt.

She climbed onto the cart, wrung out the wet skirt hem, and shouted to Lu Renjia: "How about we go to that ruined temple we saw earlier and shelter from the rain there."

"Okay."

Lu Renjia nodded.

Qing Niang exerted herself to drive the donkey cart to the ruined temple.

Through the torn canopy cloth, Lu Renjia saw the slanted temple’s entrance plaque, faintly showing two words - You’an.

You’an Temple...

Lu Renjia was surprised, his expression grew complicated: "Turning round and round, back to this place again."

After his sister passed away, he once came to this ruined temple while fleeing.

Inside the ruined temple, he encountered an old beggar.

Perhaps it was fate, the old beggar taught him some skills of lock-picking.

Thanks to this craft, he managed not to starve and slowly mixed in with the Liushan Division in the Capital.

"Someone."

Qing Niang’s alert voice interrupted Lu Renjia’s thoughts.

Lu Renjia frowned: "What kind of people?"

Through the rain, Qing Niang tried hard to make out the people gathered around a bonfire inside the temple, and said softly: "Some travelers."

"Are you sure they are travelers?"

Lu Renjia was a bit worried.

Qing Niang nodded: "Confirmed they are travelers."

Having mingled in brothels for so many years, encountering all sorts of people, Qing Niang developed sharp eyes for recognizing people.

The identity of the other party, she could mostly discern.

"Then let’s go in."

Looking at the pouring rain, Lu Renjia said helplessly, "You go ahead and make contact. Oh, and bring the firearm."

Qing Niang nodded, took out a small firearm from within the cart, and hid it behind her.

This firearm used to be Jiang Shouzhong’s personal weapon.

But later, as his cultivation became stronger, he no longer needed the firearm, and Lu Renjia took it.

Thanks to this firearm, Qing Niang managed to survive several dangerous situations on this journey.

The people inside the temple had at this time noticed the donkey cart outside.

Several caravan guards had already picked up weapons, instinctively becoming vigilant.

Standing in the rain, Qing Niang shouted to the people inside the temple: "Everyone, my husband and I would like to take shelter from the rain here, could you grant us this convenience and let us in."

There was no response from inside the temple, as if they were whispering among themselves.

After a while, a deep male voice came through: "Come in."

Qing Niang sighed in relief, led the donkey cart to a broken shed nearby, then laboriously carried Lu Renjia on her back, took the package with the dry rations, and entered the dilapidated temple.

Seeing the unusual pair of Qing Niang and Lu Renjia, the people inside the temple visibly relaxed.

After all, a frail woman and a disabled person posed little threat.

Qing Niang placed Lu Renjia on a dry mat of grass in the corner, took a breath, and while observing the people in the temple, expressed her gratitude: "Thank you, brothers."

The caravan consisted of about a dozen people.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a plump face and a mole at the corner of his mouth.

Upon hearing Qing Niang’s thanks, the man waved his hand and said: "We are here to take shelter from the rain as well, so there’s no need to be polite."

He glanced at the paralyzed Lu Renjia, pointed to the roasting rabbit and the liquor nearby, and said: "If you two need anything, feel free to take it. After all, meeting is fate."

Qing Niang was not shy; after thanking them again, she stepped forward to take some liquor and rabbit meat.

After all, these were indeed better than the cold dry rations, warming the body and filling the stomach.

Seeing Qing Niang feeding the paralyzed man, the people in the temple fully relaxed.

The plump man also had his servant bring some more wine and meat over and helped make a fire.

"We are lucky to meet kind-hearted people."

Lu Renjia grinned and said.

Qing Niang gently wiped the man’s cheek, took off his wet shirt, and placed it by the fire to dry, whispering: "They are not merchants from the Central Plains."

Lu Renjia was stunned, looked at the conversing merchants, and frowned: "Not from Dazhou?"

Qing Niang said: "Appearances can be disguised, accents can be disguised, but some details cannot be disguised. It’s quite clear they are a caravan from Yanrong, or perhaps... they have another identity."

Yanrong...

Lu Renjia frowned deeply.

Currently, Dazhou is in turmoil, with the forces of the Crown Prince and the Second Prince still confronting and fighting in the Capital.

And Yanrong certainly wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity.

Especially since Nanjin Country has strangely fallen into chaos.

Recently, Yanrong has already launched attacks on Dazhou, with many places having fallen.

However, this area around Minzhou, including the strategically important Lion Blood Pass, has not yet been breached by Yanrong.

The reason is that Lion Blood Pass is guarded by the renowned Dazhou general, Li Kuanglan.

Once Lion Blood Pass falls, Yanrong’s army would advance like a tidal wave, charging straight into the heart of the Central Plains.

But because of Li Kuanglan’s presence, Yanrong’s plans to occupy the Central Plains have been repeatedly delayed, much to Empress Dowager Xiao’s headache, and both sides continuously send spies to gather military intelligence.

When Qing Niang mentioned that the caravan might have another identity, the implication was obvious.

Clearly, these people are most likely Yanrong spies.

Lu Renjia felt a bit conflicted inside.

Emotionally, he no longer held any loyalty to Dazhou and even harbored deep hatred, wishing for the collapse of the damn dynasty sooner.

But he grew up in the Central Plains and held a deep-seated aversion to these "barbarians."

If these barbarians truly entered the Central Plains, how many people would suffer?

Thinking about it, the previously comforting liquor now tasted bitter.

Qing Niang, with keen insight, immediately saw through the man’s thoughts and scoffed: "Already a cripple, why worry about anything else? Just look after yourself."

The woman’s mockery brought clarity to Lu Renjia.

Yes, now that I’m a cripple, why bother with all those concerns?

The important thing is to get healthy and spend life with my wife.

Lu Renjia chuckled and said to Qing Niang: "Come on, pour me some more wine."

"Careful not to hurt yourself."

The woman rolled her eyes but still picked up the wine jug.

Just then, a sudden sound of hoofbeats came from outside the temple.

Immediately, several figures burst out from the rain, carrying an imposing aura, stepping heavily as they entered the temple, shattering its serene atmosphere.

These were Dazhou soldiers in armor, exuding a strong sense of blood and combat.

And when Lu Renjia saw one of them, his eyes widened suddenly, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Following that, endless hatred burst from his eyes.

The Crown Prince of Dazhou... no, the former Crown Prince, Zhou Yin!