Most of these mountain bandits are in the prime of life, and their methods are very cruel, and the number of people is quite large, and the location occupied by a considerable number is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the imperial court has sent a lot of officers and soldiers to suppress the bandits, but every time they either return in vain or suffer heavy losses. On another occasion, when the officers and soldiers were suppressing bandits, some officers and soldiers were taken away by this group of mountain bandits, and after a few days, the bodies of these captured officers and soldiers were thrown down from the mountain in pieces, and after that, the imperial court did not send troops to suppress the bandits.

Hearing this news, Song Qingzhi's family was terrified, for fear that if the mountain bandits were in a hurry, they would deal with Song Qingyi like they would deal with officers and soldiers. Cheng decided late to take all the money from his family to the designated place as the kidnappers requested. Song Qingzhi knew that her father's departure was more than lucky, and she tried her best to stop it, but she still couldn't stop the prime minister.

Cheng left Jin'an City overnight, and Song Qingzhi comforted her mother and cried all night after returning to the room. She hated her hesitation, if she didn't hesitate to agree to the king's condition at that time, would it not happen today, she obviously had the opportunity to stop all this, but now she can only watch and do nothing.

The next day, Song Qingzhi accompanied the Prime Minister's wife all day long, and the atmosphere in the entire Prime Minister's Mansion was extremely gloomy. Song Qingzhi prayed in her heart that her father and brother would return safely, but God did not fulfill her wishes, and after waiting for a few days in fear, Song Qingzhi only waited for her father's body, and her brother did not even leave the body.

Escorting the prime minister back was the local magistrate and the governor who left with the prime minister, "Madam, miss, please mourn." The governor at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion opened his mouth to comfort.

The prime minister's wife had already cried into tears, where did she care about her image, if it weren't for Song Qingzhi's support, she would have fallen to the ground a long time ago.

"My lord, did you see my father and brother die by the sword of the mountain bandits?" Although there were tears in Song Qingzhi's eyes, they did not fall, and she looked at the governor and asked.

"Yes, miss. At that time, the situation was very critical, and I thought that as long as I gave money to those mountain bandits, they would give up, but I didn't expect that they would regret not only snatching the money away, but also letting go of the prime minister and the son. We tried to rescue the adults, but the bandits were outnumbered and moved quickly, so we couldn't save them. Zhixian lowered his head tremblingly beside him, as if he was afraid that others would talk to him. However, the governor answered Song Qingzhi's question without changing his face, but this state made Song Qingzhi even more suspicious, as if it was a rhetoric prepared in advance.

"Lord Zhixian, is this the case?" Song Qingzhi stared at the magistrate on the side.

The magistrate suddenly raised his head with a frightened look, then looked at the governor beside him, and then looked at Song Qingzhi tremblingly, "Miss Hui's words, yes•••••• that's the case." ”

"Zhi'er, let someone carry your father in." Song Qingzhi was about to ask, but the prime minister's wife suddenly interrupted.

Song Qingzhi nodded, and ordered the subordinates in the mansion to carry the prime minister's body into the prime minister's mansion, and Song Qingzhi was also pulled into the mansion by the prime minister's wife.

Song Qingzhi knew that this incident was controlled by King Cheng behind her back, but she didn't have evidence yet. I originally wanted to find an opportunity to ask the magistrate just now and find some evidence or clues, but her mother kept pulling her to arrange, and the next thing was not to let her leave.

"Mother, do you know something?" Song Qingzhi looked at her mother and asked.

"Mother, I heard it that day. You talk about King Cheng, do you tell me if King Cheng will do something to our Prime Minister's Mansion because I want to marry His Royal Highness? Did this matter be arranged by the king, wasn't it? Song Qingzhi couldn't care about anything else, and asked what she wanted to ask in her heart.

"Zhi'er, things have come to this point, my mother only hopes that your next life can be safe. In the future, you have to remember to leave this matter alone, it is our life. "The prime minister's wife has always refused to tell the truth.

"Mother, what do you know, why did King Cheng put our family to death? You tell me that I will definitely get justice for my father and brother. Song Qingzhi seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, and she only wanted to get justice.

"Zhi'er, you remember that this matter has nothing to do with King Cheng, and it has nothing to do with anyone. Hello Sheng is guarding here, I'm going to do something and I'll be back in a while. The prime minister's wife hugged Song Qingzhi with tears in her eyes, got up and left.

Song Qingzhi looked at her mother's departure, and she believed that her mother must know the truth of the matter. She must ask and then go to seek justice for her father and brother and come back, but Song Qingzhi didn't expect that this would be the last hug between her and her mother.

Song Qingzhi waited for a long time and the prime minister's wife still didn't come back, so Song Qingzhi got up and went to the room to look for it, and when she opened the door, she saw the prime minister's wife lying on the ground, and the wine glass containing poisonous wine next to it was shattered.

Song Qingzhi didn't pounce, didn't speak, didn't cry, just stood in place and looked stunned, as if it was just a dream in front of her, and when she woke up from the dream, everything would be the same. There was a letter on the table that was left by the prime minister's wife before she died, and Song Qingzhi didn't look at it and just stored the letter well.

Her family was ruined overnight, how could she let go of this initiator. She didn't look at the letter her mother had left behind, because she was afraid that she would be shaken, and since no one could tell her the truth, she would have to find out on her own, and then she wanted that person to be as ruined as herself.

"Nuanqin, let my mother be carried to the bed, I have to tidy up my mother's remains, and clean up this." Song Qingzhi wiped away the tears on her face and calmly instructed Nuan Qin.

"Yes, miss." Nuan Qin stretched out her hand to wipe her tears, she has lived in the Prime Minister's Mansion since she was a child, the lord and Mrs. have never treated her as a subordinate and have always been very good to themselves, and the young lady treats her like a sister.

Next, Song Qingzhi calmly arranged the funeral of her parents, Song Qingzhi closed the door and did not let anyone come to worship, and the people who were also sent to assist in the palace were also retreated by Song Qingzhi.

After all, a prime minister was threatened by the mountain bandits, and finally died tragically under the knife of the mountain bandits, if the court did not do anything at all, it would lose the trust of the people, and it would boost the morale of the mountain bandits. The imperial court soon sent people to suppress the bandits again, but Song Qingzhi didn't care about these now.

Seven days later, Song Qingzhi buried her parents and made a mound for her brother. "Dad, mother, brother Zhi'er will definitely find the person who harmed you, and she will definitely avenge you." Song Qingzhi looked at the tombstone in front of her.

"Miss, let's go back. You barely close your eyes these days, and if you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it, and they will also worry about Miss. Nuan Qin stepped forward to help Song Qingzhi.

Song Qingzhi didn't speak, and left with the help of Nuan Qin. The two returned to the empty Prime Minister's Mansion, but Song Qingzhi couldn't even cry. When the prime minister left, he took almost all the savings of the prime minister's mansion, and Song Qingzhi took the rest of the family's money and dismissed all the subordinates to take care of the funeral for her parents, and now she has nothing.

"Nuanqin, I'll stay alone for a while, you go and rest first." Song Qingzhi opened her mouth and walked alone to the prime minister's study, where there were her best memories.

Song Qingzhi sat in front of the desk, when she was a child, her father would always teach them to read, and she and her brother sat next to their father. Every time my brother would be taught by his father because he was absent-minded, he would giggle next to him, and when his father was really angry, his mother would come in and send a cup of tea to hold his father. It was the happiest time for their family, but now it is no longer possible.

Song Qingzhi sat in the study all night, and she told herself that she had to cheer up immediately and live well in order to avenge her father and mother and find out the real murderer.

Knock, knock, knock sounded on the door, Song Qingzhi got up and opened the door, and Nuan Qin was standing outside. "Miss, Gonggong Li came and said that the emperor summoned Miss into the palace."

"I know, you ask Gonggong Li to wait for me to come right away." Song Qingzhi nodded and ordered Nuan Qin, and she went back to the room.

Song Qingzhi went to change clothes, and she has been staying in the study since she came back yesterday, and she is still wearing mourning clothes. After changing her clothes, Song Qingzhi came to the front hall and saw Gonggong Li, "My father-in-law has been waiting for a long time, and Qingzhi has been wearing mourning clothes since I came back from the burial last night. ”

"Naturally, no, Miss's filial piety touches the heavens and the earth. After such a big change, I hope that the young lady can mourn. "Gonggong Li occasionally comes to the Prime Minister's Mansion to deliver the decree, and he has met Song Qingzhi a few times. Song Qingzhi has always been polite and humble, and Gonggong Li has a good impression of her.

After a few words of greeting, Song Qingzhi followed Gonggong Li into the palace.

"The courtiers meet the emperor." Song Qingzhi was brought to the emperor.

"Let's be flat." The emperor looked at Song Qingzhi and was also a little sad between his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty." Song Qingzhi got up but didn't look up.

"Although your father is my courtier, I have a good personal relationship with your father, and we have known each other for a long time. It is not so much that we are kings and ministers as we are close friends, otherwise we would not have set a marriage for our children. I am very heartbroken by what happened to the prime minister, I failed to let people save your father, can you complain about me? The Emperor spoke again.

"The courtiers don't dare to complain about the emperor, this time the matter is so urgent that no one can complain. Moreover, the courtiers heard that the emperor had sent troops to suppress the bandits to seek justice for my father and brother, but the courtiers had not yet written how the emperor could be resentful. Song Qingzhi lowered her head and replied, looking very sincere. She wasn't uncomplaining, but she couldn't say.

"That's good, now you are the only one left in the Prime Minister's Mansion. How do you live next, why don't you marry Ye'er in a few days? Let Ye'er take care of you, and I can be considered worthy of your father. The emperor nodded.

"Your Majesty, a courtier cannot marry His Royal Highness now. My family all died overnight, and now the mourning period is not over. The courtiers have to hold a funeral for them, and they can't marry and hope that the emperor will be fulfilled. Song Qingzhi knelt on the ground and begged the emperor.

"You have filial piety, but I can't let you be wronged anymore. You have no one to take care of you outside the palace, and tomorrow you will live in the palace, and I will let Concubine Jing arrange for you to marry Ye'er until the end of your mourning period. "The emperor did not stop Song Qingzhi from holding a funeral.