After a long time, Fu Qinxuan came out of his sadness and looked at Yi Hanzhi's eyes, both gentle and sad. "Young master, are you interested in hearing the story about me and Qing'er?"

If it was the same as before, Yi Hanzhi would definitely say, not listening, not interested. But now that he is trapped in this Lingyun Pavilion every day, he has long been bored. Someone will tell him his own story, and he is willing to hear it in detail.

So he ordered a little, and after standing for a long time, his waist was a little sore. Fu Qinxuan knew that he was working hard, so he helped him back to the pavilion just now.

The two sat back to their seats, Fu Qinxuan first poured a cup of tea for Yi Hanzhi, and then slowly told his own affairs.

"Qing'er and I were childhood sweethearts. We had a baby relationship since we were young. We got married when we were 18 years old. We had a son a year later. The local is also a well-known doctor, so there is a pastry shop and a medical clinic at home, and life is not bad. I thought we could go on happily forever. Who knows that there will be droughts in the next few years, The whole village has no grains." Fu Qinxuan paused, took a sip of tea and continued.

"People in the village died and ran away. But where can the people who ran run go! All the villages within a radius of 100 miles were affected by the drought, and there was no food left in the first place, so what? Run out? For a time, the entire Qinghe County has become a hell on earth, and some people even eat the flesh of dead corpses in order to survive." Fu Qinxuan's brows showed an unbearable emotion, and he closed his eyes in pain. open.

"Then another plague spread. This plague is so fierce that anyone who catches it will die within three days. I have consulted people who have been infected with the plague, and many days have passed without finding anything. In the end, I decided that it was better to leave this place. We can only wait to die if we stayed there. We still have children, and we can’t just sit still for the sake of our children. After packing up the last bit of dry food, we set off on the road. On the way, we saw the dead bodies of countless people. , I know, I don't know... There are many dying people on the side of the road. As a doctor, I can't save them, so I can only turn a blind eye. Later, Qing'er contracted the plague for some unknown reason. The next day, My son also suffered from plague symptoms. I...As a doctor, but I couldn't save my wife and child...Qing'er left me at night with the child in my arms...before she left, she left all the food for her. I am. Later, I never saw them again, until I met Young Master a few days ago." After Fu Qinxuan finished speaking, the whole person seemed to be collapsed and his face was pale.

"Did the imperial court not open warehouses to release grain to help the disaster-stricken areas?" Although Yi Hanzhi sympathized with the other party, he was still very puzzled. In the large-scale costume films in TV series, there is usually a flood or drought. Isn't the imperial court the first to stand up to help?

After a long time, Fu Qinxuan calmed down his emotions, shook his head, and looked sideways at a peach tree in the courtyard. This will be in April, and the peach blossoms are in bloom. "It was useless. In the first year of drought, the imperial court allocated silver taels, but very few of them got into the hands of the common people. In the second year, the drought intensified, and the number of refugees increased, and the imperial court was unable to handle the food. The third year When the plague spread, the imperial court completely abandoned Qinghe County."

"Then...why didn't you leave earlier?" Yi Hanzhi felt that even if it was a drought, as long as they left earlier, it would not have caused this tragedy. In modern times, if a place is hit by a disaster, there will be support from all directions, and many people in other places will volunteer to be volunteers to bring warmth to the disaster area. How did it become like this in ancient times? Even without these, people wouldn't be stupid enough to just stay where they are and wait to die!

Fu Qinxuan looked back at him with a serious look on his face.

"In the beginning, no one would have expected that things would develop to this level. It was not uncommon for droughts to occur before, but it only took a year or two at most. This time, it was mainly the spread of the plague that created the tragedy. Who would want to leave their hometown and go to other places if not forced by the situation?"

This Yi Hanzhi is not very understandable. In this world, there are countless people who have traveled far away to make a living. Who cares if you like it or not! Even in ancient times, his days away from home seemed to be longer than those at home. So he pouted and said nothing.

Fu Qinxuan was also very lost at the moment, drinking tea sullenly by himself.

Seeing this, Yi Hanzhi always felt that he should say something to divert the attention of the other party. So his eyes rolled, and his mind lit up.

"Since you've already told me about yourself, let me tell you a story too! But this story is purely fictional, and any resemblance to it is purely coincidental! Just listen to it, don't take it seriously."

Fu Qinxuan looked up at him, puzzled, but nodded anyway.

Yi Hanyi held his head in his hands and recalled the past in his mind. When should we start? Let's start with his novels!

"It's the protagonist in the story! I read a novel one day, and the novel was terrible. The plot was cliché and the writing was spicy. The most important thing is that the protagonist in it not only has no golden fingers, but is also miserable! All the way After coming down, he was abused by the villain, the whole body was betrayed, the whole family was slaughtered, anyway, it was so miserable." Yi Hanzhi recalled the original plot, and put all the words he felt bad for this Wen'an. .

Fu Qinxuan didn't understand what he was talking about, but he still listened to his story with a serious expression.

"But the protagonist! He also transmigrated into such a spicy chicken story, so wear it! As a result, he slept with the unfortunate male protagonist on the first day of transmigration... Then he had the male protagonist's Child." Having said this, Yi Hanzhi was a little angry again! Obviously he just wanted to stay away from the male protagonist, but fate just liked to make fun of him, and tied them together from the beginning.

"The protagonist in the son's mouth...is a girl?" Fu Qinxuan asked uncertainly.

"Yes, girl!" Yi Hanzhi wanted to say, no, it was a man. But if he said that, wouldn't he have exposed his identity as a person who was not in this world? After all, he is probably the only one in the world who conceived a child as a man! However, there will be people who believe in transmigration if they are not seen in modern times. In ancient times, it should be even less believed!

"It's not the point if it's a man or a woman! The point is, because he met the male protagonist, bad luck never ends. He was caught by the villain, laughed at by the rivers and lakes, and even nearly lost his life when he gave birth to the male protagonist. Although they had a child as a bond between them, he knew that the male protagonist was destined to have a rough fate! So he persuaded, and then he ran away. As a result, he was arrested again within two days, at the cost of sleeping again..." Speaking of this, Yi Hanzhi felt his face get hot. He pretended to drink tea, as if nothing had happened.

"Then he was caught by the villain again... Then the protagonist was beaten to death by the villain, and their children fell off the cliff and died. Just when he was in despair... The villain told him that you are happy..." Yi Han Zhi touched his bulging belly, and his heart was full of flavors.

Fu Qinxuan has been observing his every move. Although he doesn't quite understand the process of his story, he understands the ending anyway, which is a tragedy.

As soon as the story was told, Fu Qinxuan's mood improved, but Yi Hanzhi himself was in a panic. Thinking about Bai Jun, thinking about Bai Zhi, his heart throbbed with pain. So why is he so miserable! The father just died, the son died, and finally even the wife died! There are also people who died for his wife, thinking that they were a husband and wife, and they would not be alone on the road to Huangquan. It's just the poor baby's own little Zhi'er. I don't know if she will be bullied by her stepmother under Jiuquan... Let's touch the pair in my stomach, hey! Soon, I have to go to reunite with his father and the others! Let me ask, this person is dead, what is the meaning of his life? If I die, I'm going to make light bulbs for the hero and heroine! This is true, it is not good to live, and it is not right to die! He still has to figure out how to escape from here and raise the child in his womb.

Fu Qinxuan saw his distressed look, thinking about something unhappy again, so he started a topic to attract the other party's attention.

"Is the son thinking about how to escape from this place?"

Yi Hanzhi came back to his senses and glanced at him with a light expression.

"No, I'm thinking about what to eat tonight."

"Oh! Then think about it slowly, I'll find some Lanxi grass again, and I'll make cakes for the young master tomorrow." This sentence made Fu Qinxuan not know what to say. So he had no choice but to find a reason to leave. Anyway, he saw that the young master had returned to his normal state. Without waiting for Yi Hanzhi's reply, Fu Qinxuan walked towards the courtyard.

Yi Hanzhi looked at the man squatting on the ground with a serious look, and suddenly felt very sad. In fact, they are both the same person! They are all people whose wives and children have just died. The difference is that Fu Qinxuan loves his wives and children deeply. As for himself, he may like Bai Jun a little, but it is far from the point of deep love, but his son Bai Zhi really hurt him to the core.

Yi Hanzhi suddenly understood Fu Qinxuan's feelings. The pain of losing a loved one is hard to remember.

Just as he was stunned, Dumb had already stood behind him at some point.

Mute took a thin cloak and put it lightly on his shoulders. Then he dipped his hands in some tea and wrote on the table "The wind is blowing, be careful to catch a cold."

Yi Hanzhi then looked up at the sky. The weather was just sunny, and at this moment, layers of black clouds were pressing down, and the surrounding wind was gradually blowing. think there will be a heavy rain coming soon...