Ji Caiyan silently calculated Song Wenqing's age in his heart.

In the thirtieth year of the Ming Dynasty, Song Wenqing was about six or seven years old.

Ji Caiyan raised his eyebrows, I don't know if Lord Song often had a stiff face when he was a child, and he meticulously abided by etiquette every day.

Suddenly there was the sound of horses chirping behind him.

Ji Caiyan turned around, and the horses under him also neighed, responding to the horses behind him.

Before he saw who it was, Ji Caiyan knew that the person who came was his master.

The speed slowed down a bit.

After a while, Shang Li rode a horse and walked side by side with Ji Caiyan.

"Division...... Master Shang, why are you here? ”

Ji Caiyan almost blurted out the word master, which made the corners of Shang Li's mouth slightly hooked.

Pretend not to hear.

"I went to Lingzhou for some things, but I didn't expect you to be on the way."

Shang Li glanced at the jade cicada hanging from Ji Caiyan's waist.

For him, from the twenty-third year of the Ming Dynasty to the thirty years of the Ming Dynasty, seven years have passed.

The look on Ji Caiyan's face has not changed, and the jade pendant hanging from his waist to press the corner of the skirt has always been this jade cicada.

He understands that Ji Caiyan is the man of the future.

also understands that Ji Caiyan is the unborn concubine of the East Palace.

In divination, he thought of the reason why the destined person could not get it.

It's about the age of the year.

Jun Shengwu is old.

But he doesn't feel that this is a dead end, definitely not an unsolvable dead end.

Since Ji Caiyan can come from the future to the present, why can't he go to the future.

Or, why can't there be immortality in the world?

Shang Li wiped away the emotions in his eyes, and his tone was brisk,

"How long is Xiao Yan going to stay this time and then go home?"

Every time I say goodbye in a hurry, I only get along for a few hours at most.

"Stay a few more days this time, depending on the situation!"

Ji Caiyan naturally wouldn't really stay in ancient times for a month, afraid that he would stay in ancient times for too long.

Those "non-human" system gods and the like, will be detected.

"Hmm."

Shang Li responded, glanced at the jade cicada on Ji Caiyan's waist, and asked,

"The jade cicada on your waist is quite spiritual, and it is the best jade, where did you get it?"

"It was a gift from my friend."

When Ji Caiyan thought of Song Wenqing, his face became much gentler.

That Lord Song, who always salutes her seriously and respectfully, was he so serious when he was a child?

Shang Li heard that Ji Caiyan's jade pendant was given by a friend, and took another look.

The carving technique and appearance of the jade cicada have been kept in mind.

He thought that if he found this fine jade, he would definitely be able to carve out an identical jade cicada.

Someday in the future, to a specific person.

……

Lingzhou.

In the village of Songjia, not far from the county seat, many people were infected with the plague.

This time the plague did not kill people so quickly, but was similar to being infected with wind and cold.

The spread was extremely fast, almost overnight, and the people of the entire village and even the entire Lingzhou were infected with the wind chill.

The symptoms of infection are fever, cough, and weakness.

There are many who are old and frail and who can't stand to pass away.

Songjia Village, in a dilapidated thatched house.

A seven-year-old boy, dressed in shabby clothes, curled up on a bed full of straw.

There were bruises on his fair face, and the shabby clothes on his body could vaguely be seen as brocade clothes.

Under the clothes, covered with scars of varying degrees.

A finger, weirdly twisted, had broken bones, and it was too late to think about it.

His name is Song Wenqing.

His hometown is indeed from Songjia Village, but he grew up in Lingzhou City.

The family was quite rich, but it attracted the covetousness of the uncle in the family.

Father and mother died tragically in the hands of bandits, and the money in Lingzhou was also seized by the uncle's family.

Under the cover of his parents, he escaped from the bandits, wandered all the way, and reluctantly returned to Songjia Village.

This is his hometown, and it is also the place where the clan is.

My father often donates money to the clan, and there is an uncle's family in Lingzhou, so he can't enter Lingzhou City at all, and the best way is to come here to report to the official.

If there is a clan, you can also ask for justice, not to mention.

During the New Year's holidays, he would come to Songjia Village with his father and mother, knowing that the elders in the village were all towards their family.

Come here, report to the official, and find out the cause of the death of your parents, but the plague hit.

He didn't know whether it was useful for him to report to the official, but it was a clan family, and he could always shelter him for a while.

Who knows, those old guys of the clan have received a lot of benefits from the uncle's family.

No one wants to turn to themselves.

All are on his opposite side.

The thatched hut where he lay was no more than an abandoned yard farthest away from Songjia Village.

Song Wenqing was trembling and lying on the bed, stretching out his feet several times, and the tower was on the ground.

The feeling of powerlessness hit, and my feet couldn't stand at all, and every time I was slumped on the ground.

His face was flushed with heat, and in a daze, the words of the clan people sounded.

"Your father was killed by bandits, why don't the bandits kill others, only your father? It must be your father and mother who are rich and unkind! ”

"Your uncle has collected your family's money, and he is also accumulating virtue for your father, and he has spent a lot of money on doing things for your father, you should thank your uncle's family!"

"Your father and mother have already left Songjia Village, the old house and land in the village are all your uncle's family, there is no place for you, you should leave Songjia Village quickly!"

"Reporter? Can't we take you to report to the official and sue your uncle with a clear conscience? Your uncle has given the clan a lot of money to repair the ancestral hall! ”

"If you sue the official, the ancestors will be angry!"

……

"Ahem......"

Xiao Song Wenqing's coughing voice was very small, and he no longer had the strength to toss.

Thinking of the grievances of my parents.

Xiao Song Wenqing gritted his teeth and stepped on the ground again.

His legs were weak, and he lay on the ground weakly.

Xiao Song Wenqing realized that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and if he didn't think of a way, he could only die in this dilapidated thatched house.

He can't die.

He doesn't care about his own life, his parents' revenge has not been avenged, and he must not die here.

Xiao Song Wenqing gritted his teeth and moved forward with just his hands.

Before he could move out of the thatched hut, blood was grinding out of his hands.

Xiao Song Wenqing couldn't feel the pain in his hands anymore, and the severe high fever made him have no time to think about other problems.

In the confusion, there is only one thought, to seek justice for his parents.

He's too small.

is only six or seven years old, even if he fights with the uncle's family, it is only in vain.

couldn't beat it, and was even beaten and thrown out of Lingzhou City.

He wants to get justice for his parents, and the truth will be revealed to the world.

One step, two steps......

There was a bloody streak on the ground.

Xiao Song Wenqing's eyes were burning red, and he relied on his only remaining thoughts, and climbed in one direction step by step.

Not in the direction of the village, but in the direction of the county next door.

Lingzhou City can't do it, the clan doesn't care, so he goes to the next county town to report to the official.

The next county town didn't work, so he crawled to the capital.

Even if he died, he had to die on the way to report to the official.

Ask for a referral ticket.