Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Road to Exile Was Difficult

The farther west you go, the colder the weather becomes, especially in the morning and evening, when it's so cold that you shiver.

The group of exiled and sent to the northwest couldn't help but shed tears when they saw another post station appear in front of them, and their group was all thinly dressed, plus they were walking westward, it was too bitter.

"Dad, it's time at the station." Qin Bohong carried his father, who was so thin that he only had a handful of bones left, exhaled slightly, and then looked back at his equally thin son, with tears in his eyes.

Qin Yuanshan patted him on the shoulder and said in a dumb voice, "Let me down, don't be tired." ”

"It's okay, Dad, I'm not tired."

Along the way, their son, who had never suffered from hardship, was fortunate to have the help of nobles, invited a doctor for diagnosis and treatment, gave them medicine, and even secretly gave them ten taels of silver.

The son was barely healed, but the old father fell ill with a cold again, and now that he arrived at the post station, he had to drink some medicinal soup, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to leave the penal colony.

And with them, three of them have already fallen completely.

Qin Bohong shook his head, looked at his son again, and asked with concern, "Yan'er, how are you?" ”

Qin Mingyan sucked his red nose, looked depressed, and said, "Dad, the child is fine." ”

Qin Bohong looked at him pretending to smile, and his heart was sour, why is it okay, such a young son, who has suffered like this since he was a child?

It's only been a long time, and this child's eyes are a little heavier than his peers.

"Big brother, it's time to the post station, let Dad come down. Don't fall ill with it, that's the big deal. Qin Boqing, the third master of the Qin family, also stepped forward, mixed with the persuasion of the father behind him.

Qin Bohong listened and put the person down, and the two of them mixed with the old man left and right, waiting for the solution in front to allocate a place to live.

Naturally, it would be good for prisoners like them to have a shelter from the wind and rain for a night, not a firewood house or anything.

After waiting for most of the hour, it was finally their turn, and they were led to the firewood room.

"Brother Bad, my father is seriously ill, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on, I'm afraid I'm tired of the big brother on the road, see if you can find a doctor for us, no matter how bad it is, boil some medicinal soup for the wind and cold." Qin Bohong walked up to Xie Cha with a smile on his face, and stuffed him with a tael of silver under cover.

The solution's eyes flickered, pinched the silver, and said, "As far as you have a lot of business, the kid in front of you is the old man, waiting." ”

"Hey, I'm sorry for you."

Qin Yuanshan lay on the dry firewood, curled up, and smiled bitterly when he heard the words of the old man, he used to be a beautiful Lord Qin in front of people, but now he is just a sick old man who drags down his children and grandchildren.

Glancing at his children and grandchildren, Qin Yuanshan closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and coughed lightly.

Soon, a rich medicinal soup arrived, and a few old thick coats were lost.

Everyone was stunned.

"Big brother, what is this?"

Xie Cha said: "You have a bit of luck, and I don't know what nobles you have met, rewarding you." ”

Qin Bohong hurriedly arched his hand and said: "I don't know which noble person, is the eldest brother willing to introduce one or two to the villain?" ”

"The nobles are resting, don't ask, but even if it is a reward for you, whether you dare to wear it or not, whether you can protect it depends on your ability." Brother Xie said with some meaning.

Qin Mingyan and the two little ones didn't understand it yet, but Qin Yuanshan and they understood it, their faces changed a few times, their team was not only exiled by their Qin family, but also those who were really assigned to do drudgery and fill the army, those people dared to do anything in order to live.

The road to exile is far more difficult than imagined.