Shi Qingran was startled, and counted on her fingers, this should be the longest series of words she had heard from this young man's mouth so far.

He was originally slow to speak, even if he scolded people, he didn't have the proper posture at all, and the scolding was weak, which made people feel distressed when they looked at it.

But His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan is not an ordinary person, and even if he screams and screams to the point that his face is red and his neck is thick, he has no intention of stopping.

There was no wave on his face, and his eyes were calm and waveless, and he continued to walk leisurely.

The young man called Xingwang looked at the approaching slender figure in horror and anger, and a layer of fine and dense sweat appeared in his palms, sticky and slippery, and he almost couldn't hold the stone.

But even if he pinched it, it didn't really do much—he knew it.

Xingwang didn't know kung fu, but he could vaguely feel that the person in front of him was not an ordinary person, and it was not something he could deal with.

Although he didn't know his true identity, Xingwang subconsciously felt that he would not be just a drug dealer who went out to smuggle at the behest of his father-in-law.

Song Yuchen came closer and glanced at him condescendingly, "What's your name?" ”

What's his name?

Who was the last person to ask that?

Xingwang looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly became dazed.

He is now a prosperous young man who burns fire and fetches water in the largest inn in Yongxian County, and he turns out to be the young son of a silk village in the southwest.

The family has a silk village, and also does some tea business, and has two sisters, one of whom is better looking than the other, and is hardworking and gentle. Father and mother are affectionate, they are a pair of good business hands, shrewd and capable, and govern the whole family in harmony.

He is the pearl of his hand from the moment he lands, and he is loved by his father and mother on the tip of his heart. The root is a baby bump that is gently rubbed and coaxed by the sisters in their arms.

He is the most favored child, a rich young master who is the envy of countless children of equal age.

Brocade clothes and jade food, jade plates are cherished, plaster and embroidery, pampered, and all good things seem to be born for him.

He inherited the advantages of his father and mother, and was born with handsome eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth, beautiful appearance, and outstanding demeanor.

When he was only thirteen years old, he was already famous for being a matchmaker from ten miles and eight towns, and he wanted to give him an adult's daughter.

Heavy and complicated gifts were sent into the door one by one, and then sent back by the father and mother one by one.

He asked his father why he did this, so that he was not afraid of offending those dignitaries.

His father touched his head and smiled, and asked him where he had learned these sayings, but he would not speak out.

So he went and asked his mother again.

His mother gently touched his head, and smiled softly and sweetly over the most beautiful cluster of apricot blossoms in spring, "We are not afraid of shadows, good people have good rewards, God has eyes, watch it for us, don't be afraid." ”

He had read through the books of the sages since he was a child, and was preparing for the next year's children's examination, and after getting such an answer, he was quite satisfied, so he nodded and went back to his room, without thinking much about it.

In the afternoon of the same day, after eating and putting down the chopsticks, his father went out according to the custom, and on this day of every month, he had to go to the mountains to catch some new silkworm seeds, and by the way, to see how the tea leaves grew these days.

Xingwang remembers clearly, that day the wind was fierce, the sand and rocks were flying, and the always clear and clear sky was covered with a layer of foggy dust.

Until it was completely dark, his father still didn't come back.

The mother was in a hurry, entrusted him to his sisters, hurriedly explained a few words and went out, wrapped in a cloak when he left, and embroidered a phoenix flower at the right hem of the cloak, which was fiery and red, blending into the dark night.

Xingwang remembered very clearly that it was his mother's favorite cloak, and that glance was the last time he saw the cloak, and the last time he saw his mother.

After the last slightly more reliable adult in the room went out, the three children seemed to have lost their pillars all of a sudden, and their eyes widened and they looked at each other, turning into three neat mutes.

The sisters comforted him, but their faces were thin and white.

The three sisters and brothers didn't sleep all night, and when the sun rose the next day, they had three pairs of dark blue circles under their eyes.

Xingwang couldn't help it, and wanted to go out to look for it, but was stopped by the eldest sister.

Then the eldest sister went out, and she was nervous when she went out, but this time she came back quickly.

In about half an hour, the eldest sister stumbled back to the door, and when she saw Xingwang, her face was ugly, as if she had seen a ghost under the blue sky and white sun.

The second sister ran out with a bowl of porridge, "How is it?" ”

The eldest sister looked at the second sister, and then cried out loud with "wow".

Father and mother found it, but it had turned into half ashes, and the remaining half of her body was in the flames, gradually blackened into charcoal.

Only then did Xingwang know that those who died of the plague needed to be burned, and if they were not burned, they would plague the neighborhood, and if they didn't do so, they would be left with a stench for 10,000 years.

He didn't know how a good person had become an existence that could be compared to the villain, and he didn't know why his father and mother had gone from a normal person with deaf ears and eyes and healthy bodies to a sick and dead ghost under the plague overnight.

So he went to the door to ask for an explanation, and replied that his father and mother were found outside and sent back to the county mansion, and the body was hard, and the eyes, mouth, nose and ears were bleeding pus, and it was obvious that he had the plague.

When the man saw that he was still a half-grown child, he showed a little patience, and told him that there had been a plague in the whole southwest recently, and told him to mourn and take care of himself when he returned, and that some things did not need to be asked.

Xingwang was not convinced, and did not want to be ambiguous, so he argued with reason, in his opinion, even if he had the plague, he should not die so quickly.

Prosperity is not an ordinary half-grown child, and the well-read sage books fully show its role at this time. So Xingwang reasoned with him with Yan Ruyu in the Golden House, and the man was dumbfounded, and then angrily scolded him for not knowing what to do.

No matter how much he scolds or screams, Xingwang does not move, and the arrogant young master's temper holds his back straight.

Then the man waved his hand, and suddenly two big men came in from outside the house, and without saying a word, they put him up and threw him straight into the dungeon.

Xingwang was not afraid at first, anyway, he sneaked out, and after calculating that within an hour at most, his two sisters would bring money to ransom him back.

However, he could not wait for his sister's tearful rebuke and concerned greetings, and waited for three days and two nights of interrogation and torture.

The jailer asked, "Do you give an account?" ”

Xingwang said, "What do I confess? ”

Then the jailer's whip fell again, crackling down, "Dishonest! Under-beaten! ”

Xingwang has fine skin and tender meat, and has never suffered from the thunder and rain of Dalian Daddy since he was a child, and he has never thought of being dishonest.

He really didn't know what to explain.