As soon as he entered Xiangyang, Song Xin immediately felt the chill and urgency in the air.
There were almost no civilians on the street. The roadside was full of wounded soldiers with dusty faces. Many of them had not washed their faces for dozens of days and were as black as a group of beggars.
There were a dozen young men of similar age to Song Xin, huddled on the roadside holding weapons. There were two grooves on my face with tears. I don't know if it was because I missed home or was frightened by the enemy...
He sighed softly. He had to fight on the battlefield at such a young age. In his old world, children at this age were still in school. Song Xin instantly felt that compared with this, the three-year and five-year simulation of the college entrance examination was not such a hardship.
Noticing Song Xin's gaze, they just responded with indifference and numbness.
A veteran came over carrying a bamboo basket. The children's eyes instantly brightened and they swarmed over him. It was like pouring a ladle of cold water on a scalding hot pot. Under the scolding of the veteran, they desperately fought for the millet cake in his hand.
They no longer expect to be rewarded for their meritorious service. Even if they do meritorious service, they still go back and work for the nobles. They just want to live. Song Xin looked at the misery in front of him and realized that there were no heroes here, just a group of children who had been forcibly changed into clothes.
"Brother Xian, what are you looking at?" Wei Tong asked.
"Oh, brother, it's nothing."
When Wei Tong saw those child soldiers, he sighed softly, "Now that we have been fighting for many years, the number of adult men has dropped sharply, so we can only replenish the number by recruiting them."
Song Xin glanced at Wei Qi's car behind him, "But there are some people who can achieve high positions and good salaries without working hard."
Song Ya also smiled contemptuously and said: "Hmph, if all the temples are occupied by such people, how powerful this man is..." At this point, Song Ya stopped talking.
"Send him to Wei Xuan quickly. I'll be annoyed when I see him." Song Ya said immediately.
The cart stopped in front of Wei Xuan's residence. Wei Xuan was very happy to see his son arriving, but when he found that the guards and concubines were gone, only a maid was left to follow, his face suddenly darkened.
"Song Ya! How did you protect the young master along the way?"
At this time, Wei Tong stepped forward and comforted him softly: "Don't be angry, Mr. Xuan. There were some changes along the way. Fortunately, the young master is safe and sound."
But when the servants helped Wei Qi out of the car, everyone realized that he was as emaciated as a skeleton, but his hands and feet had grown a lot.
Song Xin frowned as he watched from a distance, why would Wei Qi be like this? Clearly there were no wounds on his body. If Wei Qi turns into a fistula ghost here, it will definitely cause an uproar. And this poisonous gas is still contagious!
"It seems like there's something going on tonight."
Song Xin originally thought that this man was useless and he didn't even bother to kill him, but now that he was like this, he had to deal with it himself, otherwise the city would be full of fistula ghosts in a few days.
Wei Xuan burst into tears when he saw his son in this state.
"How could my son become like this?" he asked angrily.
After Wei Tong told him about his encounter with the monster, Wei Xuan collapsed like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"Had I known it, I wouldn't have allowed him to learn Taoism or immortality... He spent a lot of money, and in the end..."
Wei Xuan plopped down and sat on the steps in front of the corridor, speechless for a while. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head, glared at Song Ya and others, and said incoherently: "You protect the young master... What do I need from you now!" "After saying that, he pulled out the sword from his waist and walked towards Song Ya and others.
Wei Tong grabbed Wei Xuan's wrist and persuaded: "Master Wei, why do you do this? It's hard to predict monsters and ghosts, not to mention they are not alchemists. Moreover, many of them are dead."
"Hmph!" Wei Xuan angrily threw his sword to the ground.
Wei Tong said: "Your Excellency, it is better to find a doctor now. I leave it up to you to decide how to deal with it."
"Thank you, Captain, Wei Xuan will handle it well." At this time, he seemed to be ten years older and had no energy at all. Raising his eyelids and watching Wei Qi being carried in like a dead dog, Old Wei Xuan felt even more sad.
"I regret it...why did I bother to let him out..."
"Master Captain, I am in a bad mood today and cannot stay for long. Thank you very much, Captain, for sending my son here..."
"Master Wei, you're welcome. Wei Tong takes his leave."
"Are you all from the Song family?!" Wei Xuan looked at Song Ya and others and asked bitterly.
"It's the Song family..."
"Hmph, I remember."
However, Song Xin felt that the old man was out of his mind because of his son's affairs. Song Ya was delivering food according to the imperial court's orders and was not a personal guard of his Wei family.
"Yeah, like father, like son, equally domineering and rude." Song Xin cursed secretly.
It's not that he doesn't sympathize with the old man at all. Anyone who sees his son in this state will be sad. It’s just that your Wei family has harmed so many other people’s children, who can they ask for explanation? The end we ended up with today was entirely our own fault.
Not long after Wei Tong and his party left, a man hurriedly walked in. This man was short, wearing leather armor, and based on his appearance, he was so ordinary that you wouldn't be able to spot him in a crowd. It's just that there is a black mole on his chin and a tuft of black hair, which makes him very easy to identify.
This person is the common enemy of Song Xin and Tuo Ye, Song Chou, whose real name is Song Yi. He was not originally from the Song clan and wandered to Songjia Village when he was a child. Because an elder in the clan had no heirs, he was adopted and renamed Song Yi.
But after all, they are not blood relatives. He has been bullied by the children of the clan since he was a child, and his personality is more gloomy and vicious. As an adult, he often engaged in stealing and gambling, so most people in the Song clan only knew him as Song Chou.
Even Song Xin didn't know what his real name was.
"Master Wei, I heard that the young master has arrived. I'm here to say hello." Song Chou entered the room and saw Wei Xuan sitting beside the bed, looking anxiously at a doctor who was treating the disease.
When Tuoye saw the person coming in, he immediately recognized who it was. She thought about killing this person day and night, but now she could only endure it. I almost lost my grip on the wooden basin on top of my hand. She didn't dare to look anymore, fearing that she wouldn't be able to hold back her anger and rush forward to tear him apart.
Wei Xuan stared at the doctor anxiously and asked, "Sir, what is my son's disease?"
The doctor said: "Mr. get over this symptom.”
"How about this? I'll prescribe some decoctions to exorcise evil spirits and let the young master try it for a few days. If it doesn't work, I'll think of another way."
Wei Xuan said disappointedly: "That's all we can do." This man is currently the best doctor in Xiangyang. If he doesn't know what the disease is, I'm afraid others can't do anything.
Wei Xuan saw Song Chou at this time, and felt angry again in his heart, "Well, your Song family's Song Ya has harmed my son!"
When the man heard this, he said, "Song Ya? Does he belong to the clan leader?"
At this moment, Wei Qi, who was lying on the bed, suddenly shouted, "Song Xin! Why, why, you despicable raw mouth!" Then he murmured something else, and he didn't know what he was talking about. Light yellow foam kept flowing out.
As soon as these words came out, Wei Xuan, Song Chou and Tuo Ye were all shocked.
"Oh no, why did he call out Song Xin's name?" Tuoye was secretly worried.
"Song...Song Xin..." When Song Chou heard this name, he was no less excited than when he saw his clan brother Song Jin come back from the dead.
At this time, Wei Xuan turned around and asked, "Who is Song Xin?"
"Song...Song Xin...is...the son of my clan brother. Isn't he...dead?"
Wei Xuan frowned, "Dead? Then why did my son call him by his name?"
Song Chou's heart was beating violently and his breathing was rapid. "He was executed in the eleventh year of Jian'an..."
This was because he personally bribed the officers and executed Song Xin at night.
Wei Xuan squinted his eyes, as if he didn't believe Song Chou's words. After a moment, he said: "Go and find out for me! My son is still calling his name at this time, he must know why my son is like this!"
Song Chou hurriedly bowed and said: "No! Song Yi accepts the order! I will send someone to investigate immediately!"
