Ji Caiyan silently calculated Song Wenqing's age in her heart.
In the 30th year of Ming Dynasty, Song Wenqing was about six or seven years old.
Ji Caiyan raised her eyebrows, wondering if Mr. Song always had a sullen face when he was a child and followed etiquette meticulously every day.
The sound of horses suddenly came from behind.
Ji Caiyan turned around, and the horse underneath him also neighed in response to the horse behind him.
Before he saw who it was, Ji Caiyan knew that the person coming was his master.
The pace slowed down a bit.
After a while, Shang Li rode a horse and walked side by side with Ji Caiyan.
"Master... Mr. Shang, why are you here?"
Ji Caiyan almost blurted out the word master, which made Shang Li's mouth curl up slightly.
Pretend not to hear.
"I went to Lingzhou for some business, and I didn't expect you to be on the way too."
Shang Li glanced at the jade cicada hanging on Ji Caiyan's waist.
For him, seven years passed from the 23rd year of Mingcheng to the 30th year of Mingcheng.
The appearance on Ji Caiyan's face has not changed, and the jade pendant hanging on her waist that presses the corner of her skirt has always been this jade cicada.
He understood that Ji Caiyan was from the future.
He also understood that Ji Caiyan was the unborn legitimate daughter of the East Palace.
During the divination, he thought of the reason why the destined person could not be found.
Probably just years.
You gave birth to me and I am old.
But he doesn't think this is a dead end, and it's definitely not an unbreakable 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 this world? Shang Li suppressed the emotions in his eyes and spoke in a brisk tone, "How long will Xiaoyan plan to stay this time before going home?"
Every time we say goodbye in a hurry, we can only spend a few hours together at most.
"Stay a few more days this time, it depends on the situation!"
Naturally, Ji Caiyan would not really stay in ancient times for a month, fearing that he would stay in ancient times for too long.
Those "non-human" system gods and the like will detect it.
"Ah."
Shang Li responded, took another look at the jade cicada on Ji Caiyan's waist, and asked, "The jade cicada on your waist is quite spiritual, and it is a fine jade stone. Where did you get it?"
"This was a gift from my friend."
When Ji Caiyan thought of Song Wenqing, his expression became much gentler.
Was Mr. Song, who always saluted her seriously and respectfully, also 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 piece of jade, he would be able to carve an identical jade cicada.
Give it to a specific person someday in the future.
……
Lingzhou.
In Songjia Village, not far from the county seat, many people were infected with the plague.
This plague does not kill people so quickly, but is similar to a cold infection.
It spread extremely fast, and in almost one night, the entire village, and even the entire people in Lingzhou were infected with the cold.
Symptoms of infection are fever, cough, and general weakness.
There are also many old and frail people who can't hold on and die.
Songjia Village, in a dilapidated thatched house.
A little boy of only seven years old, wearing 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, there were injuries of varying degrees covered.
One finger was twisted strangely, and it was already broken. It was too late to care about it.
His name is Song Wenqing.
His hometown is indeed from Songjia Village, but he grew up in Lingzhou family had quite a lot of money, but it attracted the covetousness of the uncle in the family.
His father and mother died tragically in the hands of bandits, and the money in Lingzhou was also misappropriated by the uncle's family.
Under the cover of his parents, he escaped from the bandits and wandered all the way, barely returning to Songjia Village.
This is his hometown and where the clan is.
My father often donated money to the clan, and since his uncle's family was in Lingzhou, he couldn't enter Lingzhou City at all. The best way was to come here to report for office.
What's more, if the clan is here, we can seek justice.
During every year and festival, he would come to Songjia Village with his father and mother, knowing that the elders in the village were looking out for their family.
I came here to report to the official and find out the cause of my parents' death, but the plague struck.
He didn't know if there was any use for him to report to the official, but at least he was a member of the clan, and they could always protect him for a while.
Unexpectedly, those old guys in the clan got a lot of benefits from the uncle's family.
No one wants to turn to himself.
Everyone is against him.
The thatched house where he lay was just an abandoned yard farthest from Songjia Village.
Song Wenqing lay shivering on the bed, stretching out his feet several times and planting his feet on the ground.
Feeling of powerlessness came over me, I couldn't stand on my feet at all, and I always collapsed to the ground.
His face was flushed with fever, and in a confused state, the words of the clan members rang out.
"Your father was killed by bandits. Why didn't the bandits kill others but only your parents? Your parents must be rich and unkind!"
"Your uncle collected your family's money to do good deeds for your parents. He spent a lot of money doing rituals for your parents. You should thank your uncle and his family!"
"Your parents have already left Songjia Village. The old house and land in the village belong to your uncle's family. There is no place for you. You should leave Songjia Village as soon as possible!"
"Report to the official? We can't take you to report to the official. Are you going to sue your uncle against your conscience? Your uncle gave the clan a lot of money to repair the ancestral hall!"
"If you sue the official, your ancestors will be angry!"
……
"Cough cough..."
Xiao Song Wenqing coughed very quietly and no longer had the energy to do anything.
Thinking of my parents’ injustice.
Xiao Song Wenqing gritted his teeth and stepped on the ground again.
His legs went weak and he lay weakly on the ground.
Xiao Song Wenqing realized that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and if he couldn't find a way, he would have no choice but to die in this dilapidated thatched hut.
He cannot die.
He didn't care about his own life. He couldn't die here without avenging his parents' revenge.
Xiao Song Wenqing gritted his teeth and moved forward with only his hands.
Before he even moved out of the thatched hut, blood was drawn from his hands.
Xiao Song Wenqing could no longer feel the pain in his hands, and his severe high fever left him no time to think about other issues.
In the confusion, there was only one thought: to seek justice for my parents.
He is too small.
But at the age of six or seven, even if he fights his uncle's family, it will be in vain.
He couldn't beat him, and he was even beaten and thrown out of Lingzhou City.
He wanted to seek justice for his parents and make the truth known to the world.
One step, two steps...
A trace of blood gradually appeared on the ground.
Xiao Song Wenqing's eyes were burning red, and he crawled in one direction step by step with only his remaining thoughts.
Not in the direction of the village, but in the direction of the county next door.
If Lingzhou City didn't work and the clan didn't care, he went to the next county to report to the official.
The county next door didn't work either, so he crawled to the capital.
Even if he died, he would have to die on the way to report to the official.
Ask for a recommendation ticket.