[Sword III] Collection System

To be honest, Fang Xi didn't sleep well that night, even though he was hot all over, he was still bitingly cold, but fortunately, he sweated under the covers, and the fever subsided.

Before dawn the next day, Fang Qi opened his eyes, the bed beside him was still cold, obviously his parents hadn't returned all night.

They never lied to him, and if there were any exceptions, there must have been something difficult.

He couldn't wait like this any longer, he had to go out to find out the truth, it was better than just sitting and waiting for death.

[cuck——]

As he thought this way, protests came from his stomach. It was probably because he passed out before taking a few bites yesterday, and slept until he was not hungry the next day.

First off, his parents are not there, and Liang Shidao went to the prefect's mansion early in the morning to teach the prefect son, so now he has no choice but to rely on himself.

In short, let’s get some money to fill our stomachs before we talk...

Fang Qi moved over the small stool and climbed up to his mother's dressing table. The Taos and his wife would usually hide their savings in the drawer of the dressing table, but after all the money they donated, there wasn't much left, which was barely enough for a family of three.

Various wooden boxes and porcelain vases, large and small, were scattered in the drawer. For a while, Fang Xi didn't know where the money was placed, so Fang Xi had to open the boxes one by one to check. The golden scroll rising from the wooden box was blinding.

Damn it, why is it you again, still haunted!

Fang Xi stared at the peach blossom hairpin in the wooden box with all kinds of frustrations, don't tell him that the mission item store doesn't accept anything, anyway, let him see this thing again, he will sell it as a scrap.

"Open the door, open the door!"

There was a sudden slamming sound at the gate, and the momentum was menacing. It seemed that the visitors were not good.

After all, Fang Xi is not a real three-year-old child. He has his own considerations. He heard from his parents last night that they were going to trouble a rich man from the land, but they have not returned. Thinking about it, if someone was caught after seeking vengeance, what would Song Nantian do?

Naturally, they killed people to vent their anger and copied him all over the house. He and the Taos had arrived in Fengyu Town for a while, and the town was well-informed. Seconds will be taken as a hostage in front of parents, and then there is really no way to escape.

Thinking of this, Fang Qi immediately stuffed the peach hairpin in his hand into his bosom, then touched some odds and ends of silver, turned over and climbed out of the window beside the bed with the little sword given to him by his father on his back.

Although the window was very low, Fang Xi's buttocks still suffered when it fell, but now he was obviously not worried about this time, rubbed his buttocks and slipped quietly along the base of the wall.

Sure enough, the next second someone ran away, the closed door was kicked open by several men dressed as servants. The leader looked around haughtily, but saw that the room was empty, with no one in sight.

"Why is there no one there? Could it be that the information is wrong?" The leader of the servant spat on the ground and said with his tongue.

"Boss, maybe it's hidden somewhere. After all, he's a child under three years old, so he shouldn't be able to go anywhere," the person behind reminded.

Hearing what he said, the leader of the servant suddenly lost his temper:

"Then hurry up and search for me. Be sure to search out those two assassin's bastards. If you can't find you guys, just wait to eat Master Song's whip!"

"Yes Yes!"

Besides, on Fang Xi’s side, after escaping from home, he met many people dressed as servants on the street. They were uniformly dressed and each of them had a dog in their hand. They were very recognizable. It seemed that they were patrolling. As for patrolling What is unknown.

Thanks to the coquettish position he accumulated from years of making beauties, he went around a long circle without being noticed by those people, and even met an acquaintance.

"You are... Xi'er?" The storyteller looked at the little man who suddenly appeared in front of him in surprise.

Fang Xi dragged a rotten straw mat and hastily covered the entrance of the alley as a cover. After finishing, he turned around with confidence and asked the embarrassed storyteller:

"Uncle Cao, do you know what happened? My parents didn't come back all night."

"...It's a long story to tell!" The storyteller coughed a few times, but after wiping his mouth, he coughed up a lot of blood. It seemed that he was seriously injured before.

"Are you injured?" Fang Xi frowned. According to his initial observation, the striped bruises on his arms should be caused by external blunt instruments.

"Yes... I wanted to make a show of being a thief of the Song family, but I didn't expect... let's not talk about it." The storyteller turned to touch his head worriedly and said, "Just now I saw a team I am still worried that the Song Family Ding went to your house, but now I am relieved to see that you are safe and sound."

"So were they the ones who beat you?" Fang Qi took a peek at the men of the Song family outside the alley with vicious looks on their faces. They were indeed wearing sticks and weapons.

"Ahem...Compared to worrying about me, your parents are in a worse situation now." The storyteller said slowly, "Since it's about your parents, let me make a long story short, Qi'er, do you still remember the brothers and sisters of the Chu family?" ?”

"Of course I remember." Fang Xi nodded. He had a premonition that this incident must have something to do with the Chu family.

"It's good to remember, then I'll start talking about it not long ago..." The storyteller cleared his throat and started talking.

It is said that there is a big family named Song in the vicinity of Fengyu Town, and the head of the family is Song Nantian. Song Nantian is in his prime, and he took in another concubine in the first half of the month, and this is already the seventh. The obsessive Song Nantian wanted to build a Qifeng Tower for the new aunt, and the piece of land he fancy was the land of Chu's family.

The four members of Chu's four families barely survived on this Susukida, so they were not willing to sell it cheaply, so they thought of framing him, threw a few goose feathers in the Chu family's field, and said that the Chu family's siblings stole him and raised him in the yard. The two fat geese that Chu Si’s sister-in-law knew that her children would not do such a thing of theft came to the door to argue, but she called out to the Song family, and Chu Si had already been entrusted by the Song family in prison. The tormented flesh and blood can't even speak...

"Seeing this, the fourth sister-in-law of Chu was heartbroken. When she got home, she dragged the second son with one hand and a kitchen knife with the other. She called the neighbors around and went to the ancestral temple together. That's how yesterday's scene happened... Poor Chu family Now there is only Chu Xiaomei left among the four of them." Speaking of this, the storyteller couldn't help but sighed a long time, feeling quite desolate.

"..." Fang Xi was silent, combined with the information given by the storyteller, he was able to connect all the things together. Tao Hanting and Fang Zixia have always been heroic and courageous. After hearing about such a tragic event, they will definitely not stand on the sidelines. No wonder last night No matter how he keeps him, it won't work.

"The person surnamed Song has a great background. I heard that he worshiped Gao Lishi, a powerful official in the dynasty, and became his adoptive father. He also has a military rank in the Shence Army. If he provokes such a person, Tao Daxia and his wife may be in trouble. Young man, although I, Cao Zhengying, am a grassroots man with a mouthful of words, I will not allow the Song family to be a slave to tigers like this, I will definitely let more people know the vicious nature of the Song family!" After saying that, Cao Zhengying staggered and leaned on the wall When he got up, he wanted to go out to confront the Song family again.

Fang Xi's small arms and legs couldn't stop him, so he had no choice but to let him go out, but after hearing what the storyteller Cao Zhengying said, he felt a little relieved.

The Song family is so powerful that even his parents can't do anything to him. With his one or three-year-old child, he is useless. The most important thing for him now is to protect himself. If his parents escape by chance, they will definitely Come to him, at that time no matter what, he will persuade parents to leave Luoyang, a place of right and wrong.

Well, I also need to bring Miss Chu, so that the little girl whose family is ruined will only be bullied here, so it's better to go away together.

But where is Miss Chu now?

The author has something to say:

Why do you set the text as slow and hot, because in this way, no one will blame the baby for my nonsense~0▽0

Fang Qi’s children are also getting into the sect soon~ I’m looking forward to it -3-