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In the middle of the night, a carriage stopped outside the inn. Ling Chaofeng walked into the shop, and just as he picked up the bride from the Baisha Town that escaped, the little girl in wedding dress was already unconscious, lying obediently in his embrace.

When the chef Uncle Biao and his wife Aunt Zhang came out, Ling Chaofeng did not say anything and directly went upstairs.

Ershan who was running in the shop stopped his horse carriage and entered: "Aunt, the shopkeeper wants some hot water for the bride to bathe in."

Soon after, the big bath barrel was brought to the bedroom and hot water was poured into it. The room was filled with steam and the Aunt Zhang rolled up her sleeves wanting to help, but when she saw the shopkeeper quietly sitting down, she raised her eyebrows and laughed: "What does it matter to me?"

After the door was closed, Ling Chaofeng disapproved and carefully took care of all the clothes on Xiaowan's body.

Xiaowan had her eyes closed tight. Her waist was so small that it couldn't fit into her arms. Although she was only seventeen years old, she was still too skinny.

However, what made Ling Chaofeng frown wasn't the bride's weakness, but the wounds on his body. It didn't seem like it was caused by a fight just now, but more like an old scar that had been whipped by a cane or whip.

His heart sank as he picked up the tiny figure and held her in the bath.

The unconscious man seemed to be completely unconscious. It was only when they were halfway there that he started mumbling to himself, "Mother, don't leave me behind …"

Ling Chaofeng silently washed her body, caressing her wounds. Since he was his new wife, this was what he had to do.

Ling Chaofeng placed her on the bed, wanting to help her put on his sleeping clothes. However, the person in his dream held onto his arm, and refused to let go as their bodies subconsciously curled together.

Ling Chaofeng took back his hands and tucked her in. Then, he quietly left the bedroom.

When he closed the door, he saw that there was a lock on it. He thought for a moment, then took off the lock and went to his room.

The tavern was completely silent. Mu Xiaowan seemed to have slept for seventeen years in her most peaceful and peaceful sleep, when she woke up, she was stupefied. She only waited for her stomach to rumble, and an intense sense of hunger made her feel that she was truly alive.

She felt sore all over her body as she struggled to get up. Seeing the steamed bun on the table, which was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, she ran to the table and grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth. But she suddenly realized that this was the room she had seen yesterday when she woke up.

Oh right, the person who was carrying him, said his name was Ling Chaofeng … Suddenly, he remembered what happened last night.

"Could it be that he saved me? "Then what happened to the old lady?"

Xiaowan looked down at herself. She was no longer wearing a wedding dress, but a clean white bedclothes. The bedding was soft, and her jet-black hair flowed down her back.

"Who gave me a bath?"

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Xiaowan was startled, and half of the steamed buns rolled out on the ground. She quickly squatted down to pick them up, and saw a tall and big man pressing over like a mountain.

She timidly raised her head. The man's face was reflected in her eyes. He had thick eyebrows like a cold sword, deep eyes like a sword, a straight nose, and a godly temperament.

The legendary Ling Chaofeng was eight feet tall, barbaric and ferocious, killing people without blinking an eye, but the person in front of him, the man who was as mighty as a mountain, had such a beautiful appearance. In Mu Xiaowan's entire life, she had never seen such a handsome man.

Her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the ground. The man frowned as he stretched out his hand and lifted her onto a stool beside the table. He set down his plate and coldly said, "Eat."

There were actually two of them. At home, only his father and brother were qualified to eat eggs, and not even his sister was qualified to eat eggs. Xiaowan's eyes were wide open, saliva almost flowing out.

However, when she saw the fried dough floating on top of the soup and the meat pieces faintly peeking out from beneath the noodles, she remembered what the villagers had said and looked at the man in front of her with fear. She timidly asked, "This is …" "Broth, huh?"

Ling Chaofeng sat down and looked at her coldly. He did not reply and asked: "Do you know who I am?"