Mother Song knew that the Song family had no hope.

The best result was nothing more than the beheading of Song Governor and other officials, and the exile of other family members.

This is already the result of Xiliang's current majesty not liking to sit together.

In the previous dynasty, it may be a full house of beheading, and it will also involve relatives.

But in the current environment, no one can guarantee that they will survive until exile.

The environment in the prison is dirty, and now in the year of the drought in Lingzhou City, water, food, and medicinal materials are all in short supply, and before they are imprisoned, life is no longer easy, let alone now.

In the past few days alone, several people have died in prison.

The old lady of the Song family is still holding a breath and refusing to swallow, because she doesn't believe that her son can become a corrupt official and corrupt official, and she must hold on until the day the sentence is announced.

Her son had a high fever two days ago, there was no medicine, and there was no way to call for help.

She and her husband are old and have children, and the children are finely raised, and they can't withstand a little wind and rain.

She can't accept her fate.

Now that she can see her daughter, she is content.

It is not easy for her daughter to come to see her, she can't hope to save her son, the price is too great, she can't put this price on her daughter, and now in this situation, it is not easy for her daughter to live.

So she just begged her daughter to take her son's body out, even if it couldn't be buried properly, at least not to die in prison like this, being dragged out and thrown away.

Mother Song's tears had already dried up, so she couldn't shed a single tear, and after talking to Song Tanxi, she begged the jailer: "I beg the adults to forgive the concubine and love her son, and allow the little girl to take my child's body out for burial." ”

After speaking, she staggered away from Song Tanxi and kowtowed to the jailer.

Not long ago, she was still the prefect's wife, and now, she knelt down to the jailer so calmly and pleaded, just hoping to send her son's body out of the cell with dignity.

Song Tanxi had never seen her mother like this in her life, she bit her lip and tears flowed.

The eldest sister is like a mother, she is seven years older than her younger brother Song Yunting, and she almost watched him grow up.

She couldn't imagine her younger brother, who was only twelve years old this year, and now, now......

The jailer didn't expect to meet this scene, and looked at Qingqi with some embarrassment, wanting to ask her.

But he heard Qingshu open his mouth first, "Pull him out." ”

The jailer received the order, and immediately opened the door of the cell and pulled Song Yun out.

The boy has not yet grown up, his face is full of immaturity, and his face is white and pure, thinking that his mother took care of him.

It's just that his face is pale, and he looks almost lifeless.

"Listen, listen," Song Tanxi turned around and pounced, his hands trembling and wanted to touch him, but he was too scared to let go of his hands.

Qing Qi took a step ahead of her and pressed her hand on the artery in Song Yunting's neck.

After a moment, he pulled his wrist again.

Then frowned.

No, it's not right, it's not a normal fever death.

Someone put something in his body.

Qingshu has heard about witchcraft, but she doesn't know much, she hates insects, not only in this life, but also in her previous life, so she refuses to learn this lesson.

There's not a single tree that doesn't hate bugs.

Song Yun's current state is similar to suspended animation, but his heart is still there, and he can't die.

"Who has he been in contact with these days, including before he was imprisoned? Has he ever had a similar high fever before? Qingshu asked Mother Song.

(End of chapter)