The general's wife took her child on the road to exile

Zheng Sandao stood there, holding the object in his hand with a dazed look on his face, watching the white-haired grandmother gracefully turn around and go back to the river. She then gave a bowl of soup to each of the souls by the river.

Looking at the soup, three words suddenly popped up in Zheng Sandao's mind - "Meng Po Soup".

He suddenly felt white sweat coming out from everywhere. He touched his forehead in shock, but there was no sweat. However, the sweat was still dense and invaded him fiercely. He felt his fragile little heart was about to fall apart. He was also puzzled. After entering the high-temperature container, he has been feeling the same pain, fear and various experiences in the shell ever since. What kind of horrible method is this? Could this be the "underworld"?

Yes, yes, it seemed that this was the only place in the world that matched all the experiences and feelings he had had after coming here. He wailed in his heart, wondering why he hadn't changed his career if he had known there was such a place.

He likes to eat meat dishes in restaurants. He can just open a restaurant and eat as much as he wants every day!

Now, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his stomach, hungry, cold and painful. He looked around and then at the object in his hand. What was this thing? It looked like gold, but not gold. He couldn't help but rub it with his fingers.

He suddenly saw this thing begin to glow and change shape. In an instant, the object flew up by itself, turned into a ball of light, and instantly sank into his forehead.

He was stunned for a moment, then his brows turned serious and he made a move.

That is the action of waving wide sleeves to brush off dust. The dignity and laziness in this posture are so noble that they cannot be surpassed.

The temperament between his eyebrows and eyes suddenly changed, even the shape of his eyes changed.

It seemed as if he had instantly taken on someone else's face and figure.

He no longer had Zheng Sandao's medium build, shaggy eyebrows and slanted eyes.

His face was as sharp as a knife, his eyes were long and narrow, his skin was as white as jade and glowed faintly, he was dressed in white, standing there tall and straight, his clothes were embroidered with mountains, the moon and the patterns of the earth.

He was holding a folding fan in his hand, and the fan pendant was a piece of ancient jade with the two characters "Si Ming" written in seal script on the jade.

He walked slowly, and it seemed very slow, but in fact he was walking very fast and had already left an afterimage.

In a few moments, he disappeared on the ground by the river, leaving no trace, as if he had never been there.

The souls by the river were excited and excited, and they started to discuss it "chatteringly".

Some said: "Hey, did you see who he is?"

"Yes, I saw it. Hush, don't shout. No noise is allowed in this place."

"Ah, he is Siming, the one who is in charge of us..."

"Shh, I'm telling you not to shout. Let's just pretend we didn't see anything. They're just here to have fun. Just drink the soup quickly and go to reincarnation. Don't delay me. You're in line ahead of me."

The black river water is still surging, accompanied by wisps of coldness and loneliness on the riverside.

The gorgeous red Lycoris radiata, so many bright red flowers have disappeared, it was like a dream.

The white-haired woman by the river was patiently passing the bowl to the tall soul. The soul was trembling all over. He took the bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

In an instant, he stopped trembling, and he handed the bowl to her with an expressionless face. A ray of light captured him, and he left in an instant... The next soul shadow repeated the action.

There seemed to be a gleam of light on my mother-in-law's white hair. She squinted her eyes, and her fingers holding the bowl were as white as jade.

My mother-in-law's clothes are also clean and new...

On the other hand, without talking about what the soul shadows feel, look at the exile team here. They have eaten and drunk their fill, and the prisoners are walking on the official road.

As Ye Jiu walked, she used her consciousness to look at the baby in the Jinluan space.

She thought that this little face was very beautiful and stunning at first sight. She planned to find an excuse to let the baby appear in the future. Then, could he accompany her two children and keep them company?

In the space, the baby's eyelids were opening little by little.

It seemed as if his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds and he couldn't open them.

Finally, he opened his eyes with great effort.

The eyes were light blue. That light blue with a little bit of dark blue in the pupils was a very beautiful eye. Ye Jiu couldn't help but secretly praise it. She saw the little kid looking around in confusion. He sat up with great effort, and his little arms were still shaking.

Ye Jiu had prepared a pot of spiritual spring water for him in the space before and placed it on the stone table next to him. When the little boy saw the pot, he picked up the pot tremblingly and put the spout directly to his mouth.

He swallowed with a "gulp" and "twang", as if he had been hungry and thirsty for a long time. After drinking, he took a breath and did not care about the water drops on his lips. He drank again until more than half of the pot of water was gone. He smacked his lips and looked at the fragrant oil paper bag next to him. He put down the pot and reached out to take the bag. When he opened it, he saw it was a petal-shaped pastry with a fragrant aroma.

He thought about it, he hadn't eaten this for a long time, he took a piece of petal-shaped pastry and put it in his mouth, it tasted sweet and soft. His eyes lit up, he ate it quickly, and soon, five pieces of pastry were eaten, he reached out and opened a paper bag next to it. He took a small bite of the dried shrimp, the delicious and crispy smell of the dried shrimp instantly conquered him.

He gobbled up the dried shrimps in no time, as if he was snatching food. He threw away the oil paper and picked up the kettle to drink water from it. Then, holding the kettle, he looked around in a daze. He wondered why there was no one around. He didn't want to move. He felt a little weak, so he put the kettle down and lay down again.

The beautiful little kid stared at the sky in a daze. He wondered where the rest of the people in the mine had gone. Why was he the only one in the mountain? It seemed that they had been rescued. Before, they were trapped in the mine tunnel, which had collapsed and they could not get out. Everyone was waiting to die in despair.

He remembered that at that time, he was already out of breath, and his last thought was to go back to their own Zhuli Dynasty to see his brother Qin Junyu, his god of war brother, his cousin.

As a result, he sneaked out and was caught soon after.

When he finally escaped from the human traffickers, he was hit by a passerby and fainted.

When he woke up, he was already at the jade mine, where Yuxi's manager would whip and beat them at every turn.

His body was covered with bruises. He reached out and touched the whip marks on his body. Alas, why didn't it hurt anymore? He was shivering in pain when he was in the mine. He looked at the whip marks in confusion. They had actually become very light. There were no longer those terrible, swollen and red marks with pus.

Suddenly, his eyes were filled with tears, and the tears slid silently down his face as he sobbed silently.

At this moment, he missed his mother very much.

He was born into a family of power and influence, and grew up like honey in a pile of blessings. He never thought that his one-time impulse to go out and make a living in the world would end up being such a boring dream.

When he cleverly avoided his own secret guards and took a large bag of silver, he confidently embarked on his heroic path, but it turned out to be a thorny and heart-piercing road. He thought that his benefactor must be a rich man.

He looked at the carved patterns on the pot of water he was drinking from. The water was so sweet and comfortable that the pain in his throat was relieved after he drank it.

He remembered later the petal-shaped pastry.

Uncle Liu, who came to work with us, came from the Imperial Capital. He once told us that the servants in the wealthy households in the Imperial Capital who were in charge of food would make cakes into the shapes of petals, leaves and other shapes in order to make their masters want to have a bite.

There was light in his beautiful blue eyes, but he didn't know that his beloved girl was trying to please her brother in the exile team.

Xiao Shuang, who was teasing Zhen'er, was now sitting on the basket in her mother's arms, staring at her brother's icy face. She took a bite of the dried shrimp, gave her mother a bite, and then gave Zhen'er a bite. After she was done, she chewed the dried shrimp in her mouth, her fingers facing each other, and stole a glance at her brother...

Zhen'er's eyebrows curved, and he smiled. The coldness on his exotic face was gone, and it was full of spring. Shuang'er felt that her brother was the most beautiful man in the world, the most beautiful man besides her father...

Ye Jiu watched the interaction between her beloved daughter and her brother. She was deeply moved. The ardent family affection that needed to be vented moved her heart. She raised her eyebrows slightly and a beautiful smile bloomed on her lips. Her originally fairy-like face had a touch of worldly color...

The official road under my feet was still covered with yellow dust, and the prisoners were walking quickly and in an orderly manner. The officers were strong and muscular, waving whips, adding a touch of scenery to the exile road in the southern wilderness...