Shen Tang threw the digging knife on the ground.
He said angrily: "What am I going to do in Xiaocheng? Am I throwing myself into a trap? Besides, what's the point of going to that shabby place?"
Respect her character as a fugitive!
"Shen Xiaolangjun, aren't you worried about other marriage papers?"
Shen Tang hesitated after hearing this.
Qi Shan's words touched her heart.
No matter what, she is using this body now, so she should know about the past of the original owner, so as not to cause trouble when she meets someone the original owner knows.
If you are suffering, you can take care of them secretly. If your relatives cannot survive it and die, you can also collect the corpses from others to prevent them from being exposed in the wilderness.
The change in Shen Tang's expression fell on Qishan's eyes, and the latter's eyebrows showed happiness visible to the naked eye.
It is expected that Shen Tang's choice will go as he wishes!
"I can see that Mr. Shen Xiaolang has extraordinary potential and may make great achievements in the future. Qi is not talented and is called a celebrity. Although he is not as good as those famous Confucian teachers in the world, he is more than enough to teach Mr. Shen Xiaolang the basic things.
…”
Shen Tang had a plan in mind, but didn't say it.
She said deliberately: "I have memorized all Yuan Liang's books."
Qi Shan laughed dumbly, raised his finger and pointed at his own brain, and said confidently: "Mr. Shen Xiaolang, the truly precious content is here. If you can master the art of writing after reading a few volumes of words and spirits, it would be too easy to steal the teacher.
Already."
"Yuanliang's words make sense, but this place in Xiaocheng..." She spent so much effort to escape, but ended up running over again. If she were unlucky enough to run into the official who was escorting her in Xiaocheng, she would be so embarrassed.
"You have to give a guarantee."
"For example?"
Shen Tang: "For example, the spirit of speech that can change the body shape and appearance."
Qishan: "..."
He really doesn't have such a thing here, and in his knowledge, there is no such heretical spirit of speech - all speech spirits in the world are used for power, strategy, and military power. What is Shen Xiaolangjun's brain?
So strange?
Although he has no words, he has something else.
"What's this?"
Shen Tang caught the small bottle he threw.
Opening the bottle, squinting and looking inside, I saw a bottle of dark, fine powder, I don't know what it was used for.
Qishan revealed the answer: "Ashes at the bottom of the pot."
Shen Tang: "..."
"Put some on your face, run more, sunbathe more, and sweat more. If you don't shower and wash yourself for seven or eight days, who will recognize you?"
Shen Tang imagined that he had been sweating for seven or eight days without taking a shower, as if he could smell the pungent sour smell that was hard to describe.
"Is this your bad idea?"
"How is this a bad idea?" Qishan's smile faded away, without any emotion, "This is based on experience."
Shen Tang was slightly surprised.
Speaking from experience?
However, Qi Shan obviously did not want to dwell on this point, and raised his voice again: "Shen Xiaolang, there is actually no need to worry so much. Those escorting officials are far more 'derelict' in their duties than you. It is unlikely that they will report the fugitive's escape.
The most likely thing is to cut off another person's ear to fill your spot. Therefore, you don't have to worry about seeing your wanted portrait at the gate of Xiaocheng."
Even if the official did not commit "malfeasance in his duties" and reported Shen Tang's escape and the painter drew a wanted portrait, so what?
With the level of abstraction of the portraits painted by those painters, unless the face has very obvious features, the mother would not be able to recognize her when she comes, let alone the city gate where people come in and out every day. The possibility of Shen Tang's identity being exposed is too small.
Small.
Some words gave Shen Tang some reassurance.
"Okay, just go."
She dug a huge deep pit, threw all the corpses in and filled it back with soil. When she was done, it was already the moon. Qishan started a bonfire and baked pancakes made by Shen Tangyan's spirit.
You can eat it hot as soon as you sit down.
"hot!"
I misjudged the temperature of the pancake and almost burned my tongue.
This kind of pancake has no taste. Except for the burnt aroma in the burnt parts, everything else is the same. The more she eats, the thirstier she becomes. She has to drink a sip of water after every two bites, and her mouth is very empty. She can't help but think, why can't she?
Stuffing, such as pickles and meat.
For some reason, Qi Shan went to bed extra early tonight.
I neither read books nor practiced my spiritual skills.
Shen Tang couldn't sleep and stayed by the bonfire in a daze.
After an unknown amount of time, she heard the faint sound of grass and trees being stepped on - someone was cautiously approaching her, but it was not malicious, so she ignored it.
The man sat down not far away, and looked by the light of the fire. He was the silly son of Yu Shi Zhongcheng. He was staring at her intentionally or unintentionally, and hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to confirm something.
Shen Tang opened her mouth several times but didn't know where to start. Shen Tang waited impatiently, and finally she took the initiative to initiate the topic.
"Has Zhong Cheng fallen asleep?"
The man was startled, as if he didn't expect Shen Tang to take the initiative to talk to him: "Well... Dad, he fell asleep, but he didn't sleep well and had a fever. He suffered too many injuries along the way, and the wounds were obviously red.
I have to try to get some herbs..."
As he spoke, the man's eyes turned slightly red.
My father's health is much better than that of ordinary people, but he cannot stand up to his age and cannot withstand major bumps and tortures.
Shen Tang said: "There should be a village nearby. You can go and get some herbs from the villagers. Speaking of which, I haven't asked Lang Jun his last name yet. I don't know how to call him?"
"In Shimoda Zhong, the word is Shouhei."
"Why are you looking at me like that just now?"
"I feel that you are almost identical to a person I have met, except for gender. Moreover, I heard you talking to Mr. Qishan during the day, saying that you were..." Tian Zhong swallowed the word "fugitive" and said, "I
I thought there was some connection between you and her."
Shen Tang: "..."
Good ones don't work, bad ones work.
Did she meet an acquaintance of the original owner of the body?
Shen Tang asked: "Who is that person? Are you familiar with him?"
Tian Zhong waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm not familiar with her, I just met her once. In terms of relationship, she should be considered my niece-in-law."
Shen Tang was greatly shocked: "...nephew, niece-in-law?"
"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count." He explained, "I am a classmate and the same year as Yunchi's father, so I have recognized him as a godson. Yunchi is considered my nephew. If the two of them are married, they should be called
I said 'Uncle Tian'."
"Who is Yunchi?"
"Gong's family name is Gong Cheng, whose courtesy name is Yunchi."
Shen Tang: "..."
Good guy!
She called him "good guy!"
This body is only eleven or twelve years old!
"Why wasn't the ceremony completed?"
"On the day of the wedding, before the three prayers were done and before the ceremony was completed, some officials broke into the Gong Mansion to arrest the person. The whole manor and the man were escorted to prison and sent on the road within two days. I was also a guest at the time...
What a shame."
He sighed after speaking.
He had been busy working on the matter of distribution to the Gong family, but he never expected that just a few days later, his whole family would also suffer disaster.
Shen Tang asked: "Where is Gong Cheng now?"
He smiled bitterly: "If you're lucky, you'll probably be on the road to distribution. If you're not lucky, you'll probably be on the road to hell."
Shen Tang suppressed the throbbing veins and continued to make insinuations to get information: "Which family does Gong Cheng's bride belong to?"
"She is from the Shen family, but..."
"Just what?"
He said: "It's just that within two days of the Shen family being assigned to the Gong family, Zheng Qiao ordered them to the Yi tribe. It's really miserable."
Shen Tang: "..."
Yijiu tribe...
In other words, except for Gong Cheng, who doesn’t know whether he is dead or not, the current kinship relationship of the original owner is-True Orphan?
