In the morning, Han Chengke walked only twenty miles along the official road, and was sitting in the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down in strings, and Han Chengke licked his chapped lips, took out the water bladder and drank it in small sips.

He looked up at the sun above his head, calculated the next journey, and heard from his old friend that there were many inns and villages along the way, and it was certain that he would be punished, but it was not a problem to walk to Nanjing with all his tails.

Han Chengke leaned against the trunk of the tree and listened to the chirping of insects and birds, thinking about the details of the complaint after arriving in Nanjing, thinking about it, and gradually fell asleep.

Eight fast horses galloped down the official road like a galloping wind, and the horses' hooves stirred up clouds of dust.

Han Chengke, who was sleeping soundly, heard the dense sound of horses' hooves, slowly opened his eyes, touched the water bladder and took a sip of water, intending to continue his journey after the horse team.

The fierce team of horses came up to him and whispered to the leader: "Stop! ”

The sweaty horse stopped on the side of the road, and a young man in a brocade robe jumped out of the eight, and he didn't know which official was behind it.

Han Chengke looked at him, and then looked at himself, once upon a time, he was not freshly dressed and angry, and he was high-spirited, and now he looked at the down-and-out beggar, and couldn't help but sigh again and again.

Song Shangtian, who was wearing a brocade robe, stared at Han Chengke, raised his hand and said, "Let's see if it's him!" ”

A man dressed as a family member took out a portrait from his bosom and looked at it carefully, and then several people exchanged glances with each other.

After receiving confirmation, Song Shangtian held a horsewhip in his hand and asked condescendingly, "What's your name?" ”

Han Chengke didn't speak, picked up his burden and turned around to leave, and everyone rode up on a tall horse.

A family member said viciously: "Our son is asking you, you answer honestly, don't be ignorant!" ”

Although Han Chengke is very proud, he also knows that a good man does not suffer immediate losses, and he is obviously at a disadvantage, and he doesn't want to get into trouble.

Han Chengke arched his hand and said: "Under Han Chengke, I don't know what you have to say?" If you have nothing to do, you have to hurry, forgive me. ”

After finding the target, Song Shangtian smiled and said: "A poor sour scribe dares to talk to Ben Gongzi like this, and tomorrow he will pretend to be a master of the world." ”

Song Shangtian is indeed worthy of pride, because he is so awesome that he doesn't even know that he once ordered his subordinates to beat the current emperor and empress.

If he knew about it, he would be able to blow it for the rest of his life!

Han Chengke is not opening his mouth, it is obvious that this person is deliberately looking for trouble, it is better to be careful, but it is a blessing or a curse and a curse that cannot be avoided.

"Stop talking? It's really a cheap bone, today's master is not in a good mood, if you want to blame it, you will blame your life! ”

Before the words fell, several family members rolled down the saddle and dismounted, rolled up their sleeves and forced up, Han Chengke wanted to say something but was knocked to the ground by an old punch.

The scholar was already relatively weak, and Han Chengke was very thin, so he almost fainted with this punch, and closed his eyes resigned to his fate after the end.

I don't know how long it took, but the fists and kicks finally stopped, and Han Chengke was already covered with blood.

"See what's in his baggage?"

Song Shangtian raised his horse whip and said, this time he came to prevent this guy from entering Beijing to sue the emperor, and if necessary, he would die in the wilderness.

Hearing the word baggage, Han Chengke subconsciously protected it tightly in his arms.

His actions were exchanged for an even more vicious beating without any suspense......

"Ahem......"

Song Shangtian shook his burden, but he didn't find what he wanted inside, he waved his hand, and the beating stopped immediately.

Han Chengke coughed violently, spitting blood and spitting out a few white teeth, and the fishy sweet taste filled his mouth and throat.

He wiped a handful of blood stains from his eyes, struggled to get up, knelt on the ground, and confessed: "This son, no matter what, it's all at fault, you don't remember the villain, please let me go, please return the burden to me, thank you, boy!" ”

After Han Chengke finished speaking, he fell to the ground, and blood spread from the ground with a bang.

But this did not bring any sympathy, Song Shangtian laughed and said: "This head is loud enough, and it is bleeding!" How can there be the arrogance that a scholar should have, I want the burden, it will be your apology, this matter is over, let's go! ”

Han Chengke slammed forward and hugged Song Shangtian's legs: "Childe, please spare me, this burden is my life-saving thing, you raise your noble hand and let me go!" ”

Song Shangtian kicked Han Chengke to the ground, leaned over slightly and said, "Lao Tzu's surname is Song, and he has been mixed by the Qinhuai River in Nanjing, do you know?" ”

"I don't know ......" Han Chengke shook his head inexplicably.

"It's terrible to not see!"

Song Shangtian scolded with a smile, and personally kicked and beat him a few times, and then took a few of his subordinates away.

Han Chengke closed his eyes in pain, his body curled up on the ground, trembling slightly, tears mixed with blood flowing all over his face, and the intense pain spread throughout his body.

He felt as if he had fallen apart, but none of the pain was as good as the pain in his heart.

Time passed minute by minute, the sunset and the waning moon revealed its figure, the evening of March was very cold, and the north wind in the wild was blowing.

Han Chengke was full of excitement, and slowly supported himself to get up from the ground, every step was difficult, but his eyes were so bright and full of determination.

How deep a person's hatred is, how persistent he is.

In Kaifeng City, the prefect Wei Shengjin teased the caged bird and asked, "Is there any news from the side surnamed Han?" ”

The clerk Liu Yikou stood aside and said in a low voice: "Lord Huiyu, it's been more than ten days, and the few people sent out have not found Han Chengke's figure again, and it is estimated that he has already become a dry skeleton on the side of the road." ”

The prefect shook his head and sighed, "Hey, it's a pity...... I could have lived a good life, but I had to kill myself, and my destiny was hard to disobey. ”

A month later, a miserable man appeared at the gate of Nanjing City who was about to enter the city.

His clothes were in tatters, covered with dirt and black and red blood, his face was bruised and purple and swollen like a pig's head, and he couldn't see his true face at all, and he moved towards the city gate step by step.

At this time, Han Chengke was holding a piece of bark tightly in his left hand, with jagged blood tooth marks on it.

From Kaifeng Mansion to Nanjing City, it was originally only a little more than ten days of hiking, and Han Chengke walked for nearly a month.

During this period, he didn't dare to take the official road anymore, so he could only walk through the wilderness next to the official road, and he didn't dare to go to the pavilion, for fear that those dog officials would arrange a backhand to take his life.

This month, when he was hungry, he ate some grass roots and tree bark, and when he was lucky, he could pick up the eggs of wild ducks, pheasants, and other wild fowl, and when he was thirsty, he drank some water from the ditch, and when he was cold, he shrank in the artemisia grass.

During this period, passing by one village after another, the villagers did not dare to move forward when they saw his terrifying appearance, and they talked about it one after another.

I don't know what this man has gone through to wander around like a ghost.

Sometimes Han Chengke was really hungry, so he went to the villages along the way to beg, and it was difficult for him to speak, so he knelt at the entrance of the village and kowtowed, completely giving up the dignity of being a human being back then.

Some simple villagers couldn't bear to look at him, so they prepared water and baked cakes for him.

In this way, Han Chengke walked to Nanjing City step by step.

At this time, a distance of dozens of meters from Nanjing City, Han Chengke walked for a quarter of an hour before he reached the city gate.

Ying Tianfu's city guard frowned and stopped him: "Come here to register and enter the nursing home!" ”

Han Chengke was not flustered, he passed through Fengyang Mansion on the way, he already knew the rules here, and he was even more surprised to know that the imperial court had already canceled the road guidance system!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, his old mother died too unjustly! This complaint must be sued to the end!

Han Chengke trembled and dug into his pants and handed over a piece of crumpled straw paper with blood stains.

Seeing this thing taken out from the crotch of his pants, the city guard hesitated a little, but fortunately it didn't taste much, and finally opened it curiously.

I saw that the top of the paper was a small blood stain, and there were two eye-catching big characters on it: "Da Huo".

Han Chengke trembled and took back the straw paper from the city guard's hand and continued to move towards the city.

This city soldier's face was tight, and he sighed in his heart, he had lived for decades, and it was the first time he saw someone enter Beijing with "The Great Message" to file a complaint, I was afraid that something big would happen!