I didn’t travel through time, but I was the master of ancient beauties

Chen Chu was shocked and turned pale.

This child is not simple. We cannot let her die. She will be the empress in 62 years. The Tang Dynasty cannot live without Wu Zetian. If she dies, history will be rewritten!

Chen Chu waved his hand,

Retreat quickly. I don’t know if there are any assassins left. Leave this place of right and wrong. If these people know that Mei Niang is still alive, they will definitely come after her. Leave quickly!

Shuang'er hugged Wu Meiniang and rode away. A group of people returned to the river. The group set off south. Shuang'er tied Meiniang to her body with a rope. Wu Meiniang was very well-behaved.

She didn't cry or fuss, she just hugged Shuang'er's neck and stared at the people walking away in a daze with sadness. Her family had all been killed, and she was the only one left. She had to be strong!

When they grow up, they want to avenge their family. The group of people rushes all the way. Fortunately, no assassins catch up with them. In the early days of the Tang Dynasty, many places were deserted.

I also saw a lot of people fleeing famine on the road. Some were suffering from drought, and there was no grain harvest. The hungry people were in the wilderness, and there were people starving to death on the roadside. When Chen Chu saw this scene,

I thought to myself, the Tang Dynasty was not as wealthy and prosperous as written in the books. The people were so hungry that they were black and thin. Isn't this food enough?

Wu Meiniang knew at a glance that the eldest daughter of a wealthy family had never been hungry and was white and pink. It was a difficult time for the common people at the bottom!

Chen Chu felt sour in his heart. It was the common people who suffered in these years of fighting. He saw many dead people along the way.

When the camera turned, in a poor village, an old Taoist was leading a [-]-[-]-year-old boy on the road. Passing by this village, the old Taoist had gray and messy hair.

There was a dead branch stuck in his hair, the monk's robe was in tatters, his chest was open, the exposed skin was dark and thin, and the ribs could be seen, but the child was tall and handsome.

His skin was fairer, but his clothes were ragged, but his features were full of energy. The little boy asked the old man,

Master, how long do we have to go to get to the capital?

The old Taoist sighed and looked at the dazzling sun.

I thought about begging all the way to send you to the capital, and I gave you a hexagram. You will meet your noble person in the capital. As long as you can find your noble person, your good days will come.

You can still be a high official when you grow up. Alas, following the master will only lead you to suffer and starve. If you want to change your destiny against the will of heaven, you must have the help of noble people, but I missed one point in my calculations.

It’s this natural disaster. There are victims all along the way. They are all suffering from famine. They can’t get food at all. We only have half a piece of bread left. After eating, we will be hungry.

It's hard to say when we can get to the capital. This damn world, this damn natural disaster, won't let the people live. Hey, disciple, go and pull those corpses over, let's dig a hole and bury them!

The little boy asked the old man in confusion,

Master, our stomachs are growling with hunger. If we still do these things that waste our energy, aren't we even hungrier?

The old Taoist touched the little boy's hair,

We are cultivators, so we should do it when we see it. This is a matter of accumulating merit. Everything has its spirit. If we do more, maybe things will turn around. If we do more good deeds, we will be rewarded! You bring the body over, and the master digs a hole!

The old Taoist began to dig a hole with dead branches. The little Taoist struggled to drag the body. The sole of his foot slipped and he fell. He got up again, gritting his teeth and dragging.

The old Taoist found a place with loose soil and started digging a hole with branches. However, he was unlucky today and encountered robbers. Several big men with big knives surrounded the old Taoist.

Old man, if you want to live and hand over your money, I will kill you and chop your head off with a click!