illegitimate child

In the blink of an eye, it's June, and Di Rong and the Beibei Army have been entangled in Liuzhou for more than a month.The people in Liuzhou suffered heavy casualties, and the unlucky ones immediately became the souls of the dead.The lucky ones survived, and got a new name—refugee, refugee.

Difficulty, calamity raging, flow, displacement.Tens of thousands of refugees gathered outside the city of Shangjing. Because they often suffered from injuries or diseases, and because of the large number of them, it was difficult to compile records. Shangjing refused them out of the city.Today, on the flat slope ten miles away from the city is their gathering place, and the religious wives and ladies in the city have always been kind-hearted.

Every now and then, they would go out of the city to give porridge. Of course, it was impossible for them to bend down into the pickling place by themselves, usually the young servants would do it for them.There is a cumbersome process before serving the porridge. The servant kneels three times and kowtows nine times to ask for the tablet of Tianzun, and burns the congratulatory words for the incense in advance.After offering the incense, it is natural to collect some interest.They may wish for the family to last forever, or for their children to have a smooth marriage, but none of them sincerely pray for the refugees.

No matter how badly Liuzhou was fought, the limelight would not reach Shangjing. The nobles looked at Liuzhou as if they were looking at flowers in a fog, very hazy, and it was fine if they had read it, and they cared about the wind and snow.

The offal that leaked from the fingers of the nobles can also feed the hungry stomachs of the refugees for many days.

Song Ling didn't know who was responsible for the good fortune the nobles made in front of Tianzun. After all, they couldn't be grassroots people as humble as ants.

He got up early in the morning, tied the boiler and rice to the cart, and headed out of the city all the way.Song Ling followed the cart and walked slowly. The sky in the capital was not yet broken, but the Xiangshui River was full of colorful splendor, and the sticky laughter was mixed with the rich fragrance of makeup and powder. It was a peaceful and prosperous world.

"Master, look at this traitor from the southern border. It looks like eleven or twelve, as if it was painted many years ago. Now that it has been opened and changed, how can you recognize it? The hundred taels of silver that Jing Zhaoyin offered as a reward I'm afraid no one will be able to get it." Tong Yu supported the boiler and turned his head to the left to look at the notice board erected at the gate of the city.

The queue at the city gate was very long, and the people who stopped were all pointing around the notice board and surrounded it tightly. Jiao Niang.

Song Ling was tall, so he raised his eyes to take a rough look. There were three arrest warrants on the board, and they could be vaguely seen as three eleven or twelve-year-old children, who couldn't tell the difference between male and female.The painting is extremely random, neither realistic nor freehand, it is a hell of a talent to be caught according to this arrest warrant.

Tong Yu muttered, "Can the traitors from southern Xinjiang come to Shangjing?"

Song Ling smiled and pointed to the sky, "The man fell ill again the day before yesterday. He kept telling people from southern Xinjiang that he was going to kill him. His superiors were so anxious that they issued several arrest warrants."

After chatting for a while, the long queue squirmed forward, and the notice board was getting farther and farther away. Song Ling looked away thoughtfully, handed his pair of cards, and left the city.

Without others, Tong Yu felt even more relaxed, "That one is really confused!"

The wooden wheel hit the gravel, and the full rice almost fell out. Song Ling stretched out his arms to support it.He thought to himself, counting that Emperor Changtong fell ill again and Luo's family had something to do with it, and Tian Guogong's private aid to Liuzhou could not be covered by fire.

The news leaked to the imperial court along the wind, Changtong Difang regained some strength and could drink a few mouthfuls of porridge leaning on the pillow, but was choked by the news and couldn't swallow.I can lead troops into Liuzhou privately today, what about next time?Is it time to suppress the imperial city?Emperor Chang Tong was so anxious and angry that he fell ill again.Waking up in the middle of the night, he reluctantly made up the order for Tian Guogong, half for the overall situation and half for respect.

Recalling southern Xinjiang, Song Ling fell into the water when he was a child, and his legs suffered from cold symptoms. When the spring equinox entered winter, his bones seemed to be eaten away by thousands of ants, and his numbness was unbearable.Bai thought of many methods, including acupuncture, warming and tonifying, and massage, all of which were useless.She seems to have met an even-matched opponent, holding medical books to study every day.He even asked people with leg problems to come to the mansion for treatment, but after reading thousands of books and saving thousands of people, he was still helpless against Song Linghan's disease.

She often muttered that if the Nanjiang Miracle Doctor Gu was still there, there might be a solution.

So Zhuang Songling was very impressed with Southern Xinjiang. When he was studying with Mr. Shi in the past, he had read an ancient book that recorded the customs of Southern Xinjiang in detail. The most impressive one was the Gushen Festival on the sixth day of June.

Thinking of this, Song Ling called Tong Yu, waited for him to look over, and reported a series of names of medicinal materials, asking him to pay attention to the various medicinal shops in the near future to see which medicinal shop sold these medicinal materials.

Tong Yu looked bewildered, like a monk Zhang Er, confused, and muttered to himself, who is going to be unlucky again?

After shaking for an hour, the refugee camp arrived.

Song Ling stood beside the cart and watched. The towels were torn to the sky, blood was everywhere, and maggots swarmed and the stench was indescribable.People groaning and falling to the ground can be seen everywhere, young children lying in the arms of their mothers, staring blankly at the gray sky.And what they live in is just a piece of tattered skin, like purgatory on earth.

At the opening facing the avenue, there were a few men in ragged clothes half-lying by the trees, their eyes would glance at the intersection from time to time, suddenly their eyes lit up, and they climbed up while supporting the tree trunk.They tried to block Song Ling and his party in a series of ways. They had done many times in chasing and intercepting them, so they could be called veterans.The distance is very delicate, and it is in an excellent position where you can fall far enough to ensure that you can be the first to eat the porridge when you share it, without letting the nobles smell their stench.

"Just put it here," Song Ling found a long wooden stick next to a boulder with a banner tied on it.

Tong Yu had just helped put the boiler down from the frame, and was pouring rice and adding water, when rice grains slammed into the boiler, and the sound was clear and crisp at first, like the flick of a small string.The rice grains in the back filled half the pot, and the sound was dull.Like a spirit bell, the huddled ghosts were drawn to surround the boiler.

Looking longingly and fearfully at the white rice in Tong Yu's arms, the sound of swallowing saliva kept coming and going.There were too many people, and the stench was even worse. After pouring out the rice and trying to wipe off his sweat, Song Ling's voice sounded in his ears: "I'm going for a walk."

Tong Yu thought that Song Ling couldn't bear the stench, so he put down the thing in his hand and wanted to go together, but Song Ling's footsteps were so fast that he couldn't see anyone in the blink of an eye, so he could only look at the faint shadow and let out a loud voice: "Master, you Be careful!"

Song Ling gradually slowed down his pace, and everyone squeezed over to wait for the porridge to be handed out. Only then could he get a glimpse of the whole place. There was a depression every step, and a hole every three steps.It doesn't take much wind and rain, just a light rain at the end of spring can destroy this place.

Bending down to pick up a rattle, the pattern on the handle has been mottled, obviously the owner cherishes it very much, even if he is fleeing, he will not forget to bring it out.Shaking lightly, the rattle drum thumping, he was a little lost in thought.

It was vaguely because Du Chunxing once said that he was a born hypocrite, and he was right.He really couldn't do what the book said, set up his heart for the world, and set up his life for the people.Little children.At first he only wanted to live a good life for himself, but now he wants both himself and Luo Fu to live a good life.

He is actually no different from the nobles who put on a show. The nobles come to give porridge to ask for a future, wealth.He was begging for the lives of Luo Jinnian and Luo Qingshan, whether he was begging for himself or for others, he had never cared about the Liuzhou refugees.

To put it more seriously, he just used the relief of the suffering of the refugees as a tool to flatter Tianzun.But at this moment, Han Shixin was shaken out of the crack by the sound of "Boom, Boom", and the seeds of tenderness sprouted roots and took root in it, spreading like weeds and growing wildly against the wind.

At this time, a weak female voice was mixed with the drumbeat.

"This is the rattle of the younger brother of the Tang family. Don't move it. You won't be able to find it when he comes back. When he gets angry, it can't even compare to Lei Gong."

Song Ling woke up, followed the sound and walked a little deeper. In the isolation area where the wounded were placed, there was a child lying on the rags. He held his chin with one hand and followed Song Ling with his eyes.

Song Ling stood still and looked down from above.Judging from its skeleton, it is about eight or nine years old, maybe even older.Too thin, just skin and flesh held up by broken joints.The mud-covered cheeks were deeply sunken, and the eyes were dull.Since he entered the refugee camp, he has seen many eyes, greedy, fearful, or hopeful, but rarely seen this kind of dead-like eyes.

He didn't want to live, Song Ling sighed softly.

Sure enough, the little boy spoke very casually, not worried about offending the nobleman at all, his calves dangled back and forth, and he seemed to be bossy: "Can the elder take me into the city?"

"Why do you want to go to the city?" It was a long time since no one spoke to him in such a tone, Song Ling squatted down and looked at the boy, and asked with great interest.

"It's fine if you don't wear it." The little boy lowered his eyelids, muttered something, leaned on his forearm, and his calf didn't shake anymore. A few simple words had exhausted his strength.

"My surname is Song and my name is Ling." Song Ling put the rattle beside the little boy, and said in a warm voice, "If you want to ask your first name, you should ask your real name first. If you want to know someone else's name, you must first tell him your own name. This is etiquette. Your name is What?"

The little boy showed half of his forehead, his wet pupils were hidden in his eyelashes, and he murmured softly, "Xiao Ning, my name is Xiao Ning."

"If you can stand up and walk with me to the crossing, I'll take you into the city." Song Ling dropped this sentence and got up and left. His occasional tenderness grew into a dandelion, and the little catfish was spotted every now and then.It's a pity that the dandelion broke out of the cold stone heart, only to save itself and others.

Only by standing up and walking out of the dirty ground can you be eligible to be rescued.

Song Ling sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, resting his mind. The air was filled with a rich and sweet rice scent. The porridge had been served, and Tong Yu stood outside the carriage after packing up his things, and tapped on the carriage: "Master, go back."

"hold on."

Hearing Tong Yu look around suspiciously, wait?What are you waiting for?

Soon he found a small figure appeared at the end of the afterglow of the sunset, so fragile, so thin, and so resolute.The villain first walked close to the people, and when there were fewer people, he prostrated himself on the ground with his arms on the ground, and moved forward inch by inch.

It was only a few feet away, and he climbed for half a quarter of an hour.He moved to the front of the bullock cart with hands and feet, his elbows and knees were bloody and bloody, he let out a short "ho ho" sound from his throat, rolled his eyes and passed out.

Tong Yu turned his head and couldn't bear to watch, then tapped on the carriage again: "Master, this..."

"Come up."

"Eh."

At night, Cangzhou, the border city.

The soldier on the watchtower was yawning at Yezheng, leaning on the doorpost like a boneless man, waiting boredly for someone to change shift.Suddenly he heard a rapid sound of breaking through the air, and before he could react, his throat felt cold, followed by a series of heavy objects falling to the ground.

A group of figures with bows and crossbows appeared from the night, and the leader said coldly, "Open the door."

"Whoosh!"

"Boom!"

The city gate of Cangzhou, which has been guarded for a hundred years, has resisted the attack of foreign races, but it has not blocked the evil intentions of the people, and was pushed away from the inside.

The sleeping border city was exposed to the bitter yellow sand like this, and it was bitingly cold.

Outside the city, one piece after another of ordinary sand dunes slowly rises, showing a charming human figure.

Troubled times will begin.