Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Thinking of this, Old Mrs. Xiao sat down heavily on the side of the road, gritted her teeth, and denounced Xiao Zhixue word by word.

With no help around, they could only sit and wait for death, waiting for the night to fall with hungry stomachs, hoping that the darkness would bring a glimmer of hope for their escape.

At the same time, Xiao Zhixue mingled among the villagers, watching coldly the miserable appearance of Wang and Xiao Yunkai, but no one around paid much attention.

Wang took Xiao Yunkai by the hand and tried many times to squeeze into the fleeing crowd, but was turned away again and again.

Seeing the crowd gradually going away, Wang's heart was boiling with hatred, but she could only lower her voice and curse silently, for fear of causing more trouble.

Xiao Yunkai tugged at his mother's clothes, his face full of helplessness and exhaustion: "Mom, how long do we have to walk? My stomach is growling with hunger, and my feet hurt so much."

Wang stopped walking after hearing this, feeling full of resentment but unable to vent: "Do you think you are the only one who is hungry and tired? Am I not the same? Who should I blame? It's all because of your incompetent father who can't even keep a meal!"

Xiao Yunkai pursed his lips in grievance, lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing that he was about to cry, Wang's heart softened immediately: "Okay, okay, let's rest here for a while before leaving."

When Xiao Yunkai heard this, he immediately sat down on the side of the road.

Hunger blurred his vision and everything seemed edible to him.

He picked up a handful of weeds and was about to put them into his mouth to satisfy his craving.

Wang was quick to slap the weeds from his hand and said, "Do you want to be like that idiot? Can you eat this kind of thing?"

Xiao Yunkai was hunched over due to hunger, and his tears instantly burst out when his mother scolded him.

Wang looked at her son crying and couldn't help but shed tears of her own.

Why is fate so cruel to me?

Married to the incompetent Xiao You, and now in such a desperate situation...

The road ahead is long and winding, and seems to have no end. One can't help but wonder how long it will take to reach that distant but hopeful town.

There is only vast wilderness all around, with no human habitation in sight. Only the occasional cry of a few lonely birds breaks the silence, making the scene even more desolate.

Hunger and fatigue were intertwined, and even finding a place to beg for a meal became a luxury.

At this helpless moment, the silence of the wilderness was broken by the sound of horse hooves coming from far away, and a carriage with simple yet luxurious decoration slowly approached.

Wang hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, and she decided to stop the car.

She thought that if the people in the car were willing to give her some food, she would be willing to do some chores even if it meant doing it for her.

Guo Mo. Seeing someone waving on the roadside, he immediately alertly told the car: "Master, there is another citizen asking for help on the roadside."

Inside the car, Mo Xingjun was closing his eyes slightly, immersed in self-breathing, seemingly oblivious to the disturbances in the outside world.

Hearing the announcement, he just shook his head without even raising his eyelids: "Go around, don't pay any attention to them."

"Yes, sir." Guo Mo replied respectfully, then raised the whip and hit the horse's strong buttocks hard.

The whip startled the horse so much that its four hooves sprang like the wind and it galloped forward at an accelerated speed.

Wang saw that the carriage not only did not slow down but was heading straight towards her. She was so frightened that her face turned pale. Her body reflexively dodged to the side and almost avoided this sudden crisis by sticking to the car body.

As the carriage went deeper into the crowded area, Guo Mo had to be cautious, slowly tightening the reins and controlling the pace of the carriage to slow down steadily.

As the carriage quietly passed by the crowd, Xiao Zhixue caught a glimpse of the elegant medicinal fragrance that inadvertently wafted from the carriage, and couldn't help but exclaimed softly: "The medicinal fragrance in this carriage is so strong."

Beside him, Zhou Shuqiong frowned in confusion and tried to sniff the air, but smelled nothing.

"Why can't I smell anything?"

The two brothers of the Xiao family exchanged questioning looks with each other, obviously puzzled by what their sister said.

At this moment, Mo Xingjun in the carriage was touched by the girl's words and slowly opened his eyes.

He gently lifted a corner of the car curtain and looked towards where Xiao Zhixue was standing. He was secretly surprised in his heart, wondering what kind of girl had such a keen sense of smell that she could detect the herbal scent on him even through the heavy walls of the car.

Even Guo Mo, who was by his side every day, did not notice the subtle medicinal fragrance.

Just as Xiao Zhixue was looking at the carriage curiously, their eyes met unexpectedly in the air.

Mo Xingjun frowned slightly, guessing that these people blocking the road were just ordinary refugees, and he might have heard it wrong.

But just as he was about to look away, an unexpected figure came into his sight.

Fan Yanmu and his secret guards hiding among the fleeing crowd.

Mo Xingjun made a quick decision: "Guo Mo, stop the car."

Although Guo Mo was full of doubts, he followed the order without hesitation and pulled the carriage steadily.

Mo Xingjun then opened the car curtain and stepped out.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Guo Mo hurried forward to support him and asked anxiously.

However, Mo Xingjun did not answer, but walked towards the crowd with big strides.

However, after taking a few steps, he couldn't help coughing violently. He covered his lips with a handkerchief, but felt a warm and slightly salty liquid overflowing. He spread out the handkerchief and saw a shocking bright red.

Seeing this, Guo Mo cried out in shock: "Master, you...you are coughing up blood!"

Mo Xingjun's face became paler and paler, but he still held the blood-stained handkerchief tightly, looking firmly in the direction where Fan Yanmu was.

"It's okay, help me over." He said lightly, his tone revealing an unquestionable determination.

Guo Mo carefully supported the slightly weak Mo Xingjun and slowly approached the panicked fleeing team step by step.

The crowd gradually stopped as they approached, confusion and bewilderment written all over their tired and frightened faces.

Fan Yanmu was hiding among the refugees. His eyes, which had been drooping, suddenly lifted up when he noticed the familiar figure beside the carriage.

He looked at Mo Xingjun in disbelief.

Why did this person appear in such a chaotic place?

Mo Xingjun forced himself to walk towards Fan Yanmu with difficulty, despite his weak body. Just as he was about to bow and salute, he was interrupted by the other party's stern voice as soon as he uttered the word "see you".

"Where are you going, Mr. Mo?"

There was subtle concern and vigilance in Fan Yanmu's words, and his eyes wandered across Mo Xingjun's face, trying to catch a clue.

Feeling the complex emotions in Fan Yanmu's eyes, Mo Xingjun raised his eyes slightly, only to see a subtle change in the other's brows, indicating a reluctance to reveal his identity.

He understood what he meant and realized immediately that Fan Yanmu's presence here must have some ulterior motive.