The Great You Emperor's calendar, the fifth year of Yuanhan, midsummer night.

It was raining raining all over the world, and every family in Lin'an City, where the lights were on, was closed to the door, and the lightning and thunder outside the house were separated. The bad weather caused the prosperous market to disappear early, and the streets were empty, with few pedestrians passing by.

A carriage heading south from Luoyang was running towards Lin'an. The carriage was beautifully furnished, but there was no coachman or servant. There was only a woman in her guise, curled up in the carriage. She wore silk hair and golden silk shaking, and the jade flowers and green peony revealed her noble identity.

She was originally a group of followers, and there was also an old lady who served her, two close maids. But half a moment ago, the convoy encountered a life-and-death disaster. At that time, blood was splattering everywhere, and all the people who followed her died tragically under the shadow of swords and swords. The loyal driver whipped the horse's back with his last breath before his death, allowing it to gallop with her and try to escape the clutches of the murderers.

Along the way, she endured fatigue and fear that ordinary people could not understand. She was now weak. She didn't know where this unmanned carriage would head. She only knew that she had to find a place to hide as soon as possible so that she could think carefully about who would kill her and the child in her belly?

She didn't want to sit alone in the car and wait for death. The violent bumps had already made her feel more and more abdominal pain. She was worried that the child would be injured, so she dragged her heavy body and crawled out of the car door, struggling to hold the reins.

"Stop..." Even though she couldn't catch the train, she tried all her strength, pulled the reins back, and called the horse in a nearly pleading tone, "Stop... Stop quickly!"

The horse finally stopped as if it was spiritual. She didn't dare to delay in panic. She hurriedly got out of the car and covered her big belly that was getting more and more painful and struggling along the ancient roads in the suburbs. The raging wind and rain aggravated her pain, and she walked shakyly.

"Is there anyone... help..." She longed to have a house shelter from the rain, hoping to meet kind-hearted people to take her in, or send her to a nearby town for medical treatment, "Save me..."

Her stomach hurts so much that she is shocked to death. She thinks that she must have been overly frightened, causing the fetus to be prematurely born. She needs a doctor! She needs a midwife to deliver her baby...

Keeping the child, the only belief left in my mind to support her.

I approached a teahouse on the side of the road. It was originally a place for passers-by to rest and drink tea on the way, but now there is no one.

The soles of her feet became lighter and lighter, and suddenly she lost weight. Her exhausted body fell down and fell under the eaves of the teahouse. At that moment, her abdominal pain was almost cracked. She lay on the ground and screamed heart-wrenchingly.

The cold rain washed away her face. She gasped in big mouthfuls, which hurts so much...I felt that she was only one step away from death and no one could help her.

However, the bad luck that God gave her was not the only one. With a rustling sound, something seemed to fall from the air. Her wet hair was pressing against her cheeks. She raised her eyes with tears and looked at her. She saw two burly figures standing in front of her, a flash of lightning split, instantly illuminating the blade in their hands-

"No……"
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