Song Qingyun destroyed all the poison powder or antidote on the two sisters, and finally the Xie sisters were tied hand and foot and thrown into an empty mansion nearby.

At the same time, a carriage came out of the side gate of the palace, with some forage on it, and it was the horse keeper in the stables of the palace who drove the cart.

Last night, strangers entered the palace, and no trace was found until dawn, Kang Jue was angry, and all the guards on duty in the palace yesterday were all slapped a few times, so that the guards who were beaten went to work today with negative emotions, and when the old man drove the carriage out, they only symbolically checked it, and did not find Doubao hidden under the wheel.

Out of the palace, the old man took Doubao out of the car and stuffed it into the forage on the car, as soon as he thought of separating, the old man couldn't help but shed tears, kissed Doubao's face, and drove to the north of the city.

His friend, like him, used to work in the palace, and he was kicked out half a year ago when he broke his leg, but fortunately he had a son who could take care of him, and he could get by.

When the man saw him coming with a little doll that was less than three years old, he limped up and asked,

"Brother, this child was picked up by me on the road, he has no father or mother and is so young, he will either freeze to death or starve to death outside, and if I am found by the king one day, there is only one way to die, so I want to entrust him to you, I still have a little broken silver here, so I have the right to pay some food for this child, you can take him in."

The old man spoke earnestly, and his friend was also a kind-hearted person, so he agreed to it, and then the old man hurried back, and when he left, he was reluctant to give up, and turned back step by step, Doubao bent over, bowed deeply, and bit his lip from beginning to end without crying, describing it as very pitiful.

The old man broke his liver and intestines, covered his face and left here.

"Xiaobao, my surname is Wang, you can just call me Grandpa Wang." When Old Man Wang saw his old friend walking away, he took Doubao's hand and walked to his broken house.

Dou Bao shouted obediently, "Hello Grandpa Wang." The other little hand tucked the corner of his coat, and there was a dagger hidden in it, an obsidian dagger that his mother had discarded.

Wang Laohan's house is surrounded by four walls, the cold wind is swishing, he is used to freezing old bones, but Doubao is still a child, in case he has no money to treat him with frost, wouldn't it hurt the heart of his old friend, so the old man limped outside to pick up firewood, and told him not to run around at home alone.

Dou Bao nodded in agreement, he knew in his heart that his fate had changed, but he would not give up looking for his mother, the person he saw last night must be "Uncle Lin", he had to find him.

Waiting for the old man to leave, Doubao looked around, there was no paper and pen at home, and he couldn't write, but he could draw and tell the old man that he was leaving.

He buckled some ash down with his hand, smeared it on the door panel for a long time, and felt that it was not bad after painting, and was just about to wipe the ash from the bottom of the pot on his hands, and after thinking about it, he carefully applied it to his face.

After doing all this, he walked out of the house on his short legs, stood in the courtyard and looked at the empty hall, bowed, and turned away.

As soon as he took a small step, he hit a solid wall of flesh.

Wang Laosan looked down at the little meat ball in front of him, his mouth was full of wine, and he kicked Doubao dissatisfied, "Whose child?" Walk without long eyes? ”

Doubao bit his lip and didn't dare to reply, the man in the fat sister-in-law in Liujia Village was also an alcoholic, and he was able to chase the fat sister-in-law and her son all over the village when he started a drunkard, leaving an indelible shadow in Doubao's young heart, so after he judged that this man was not a good person, he bypassed him and walked out.

Wang Laosan was ignored, so he was angry, and chased after him and grabbed Doubao's hair and picked him up, "Little bastard, what did you come to my house to steal?" ”

Doubao's scalp was hurt by his tugging, how could he have the strength to resist the tall Wang Laosan, kicking his calves, and opening his mouth to shout for help aggrievedly.

"Shut up, you're dead." Wang Laosan came up with a temper, he hates crying children the most, he has lost all his gambling money and pants in the past few days, he is angry, he is not light or heavy, he directly threw Doubao to the ground, and the little doll knocked out a big bag on the head.

"Wow~" is a child in the end, he has been pampered by Song Qingyun since birth, even if he learned horse steps with "Lin Xu Ao" for a few days, he has never suffered a little bit of flesh and skin.

This time, Wang Laosan's nose and face were swollen, and he was heartbroken from crying, Wang Laosan's anger followed the lit cannonball, rushed up, ran over and flew up and kicked the little doll out of the gate.

Doubao lay on the ground, the pain made him unconscious, but he didn't feel any pain, he turned back in horror, Wang Laosan came over, with a hideous smile on his face, grabbed Doubao like a chick, and threw it into the air, at this moment, Doubao suddenly grabbed his sleeve and hung it on his arm, his big eyes full of tears showed a tenacious gaze, took out the dagger in his arms, and stabbed Wang Laosan's throat with all his strength.

It's made of obsidian, the sharpest knife in the world.

Wang Laosan only felt that he was stabbed by something in his throat, and before he could react, a stream of red blood spurted out like the lake that opened the floodgates, and he looked at the blood in the sky in a daze, and only at the last moment of his death did he know that it was his own blood.

Wang Laohan picked up a few dead branches and came back, but before he arrived at the door, he found a person lying in the courtyard, and then a large pool of blood on the ground.

He ran back in a panic, threw away the firewood in his hand and saw that the person lying down was his son, who had not returned home for several days.

This unconscious thing hit him more than once, and he thought more than once that God had done a good job of collecting this debt collector for him, but now that his son was lying on the ground covered in blood and not breathing, he was still scared and sat on the ground with a "poof", and his soul was scattered.

After a while, the old man crawled to the side of his son's corpse with difficulty, covered his son's dead eyes with his trembling hands, and said in a daze for a while, "It's better for you to go, otherwise the child won't survive, he will either be killed by you or sold, so how can I be worthy of my brother's entrustment?" ”

He got up and dragged his stiff son to the side of the firewood shed, grabbed a handful of snow to wipe the blood from his face, tied his open shirt, and then found a dustpan with some snow to cover the body.

After finishing his work, he finally remembered Doubao.

"Xiaobao?" Wang Laohan ran into the hall in a panic, rummaging through every corner, but he didn't find Doubao's figure.

He slapped his thigh, sat on the ground and cried, "It's over, I lost the child." Who the hell stole the baby? How can I explain it to my brother? ”

On the other side, the injured Doubao was lying in the den of a group of wild dogs at this time, and a female dog who had just given birth to a puppy was licking the blood on his face with relish.

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