Chapter 15 Kneeling and calling him "Father?"
Song Jin was a formidable person during the apocalypse.
There were a total of eighteen captains in their base, and she was one of them, the youngest of them all.
She couldn't remember all the missions she'd been on over the past twenty years, but they covered a huge variety of types, from mountain climbing and chemical protection to physical transport...
As a result, she had to dabble in physics and chemistry, not to mention biology, which was essential for survival. In a sense, she was a typical science student—the kind who was all about practical application and not much about theoretical knowledge.
If even the knowledge we use frequently is like this, let alone subjects like language and history that we don't use on a daily basis.
In the apocalypse, only the upper-class families and powerful clans have the time and inclination to learn such things. People like Song Jin, who rely on physical strength, have no shortage of food, drink, or supplies, but ultimately, they are only concerned with survival.
She was completely illiterate; she could only read.
Therefore, Song Jin didn't know much about ancient life at that time, but even without that knowledge, she was certain that the dynasty she had traveled to was unlike any other before.
After all, she had never heard of a dynasty called Dayan, nor had she heard of so many strange and unusual things in ancient times.
Like this silly bee in front of me
Is this scientific?
That damn bee is still stalking people!
Song Jin narrowed her eyes, looking threateningly at the dim-witted wasp: "You mean I should just swat it dead?"
Wang Lao Er could only try to recall, then sighed: "Its scent would stick to everyone present, difficult to wash off, making it easier to track."
Song Jin gritted her teeth: "Then lock it up."
Wang Lao Er said sadly, "Once you touch it, the smell will remain and can't be washed off."
Song Jin: "..."
Who actually has these from ancient times?
However, on the other hand, since they even have internal energy cultivation and lightness skills here, a few strange little gadgets aren't so strange after all.
but
Song Jin looked at the idiot bee with a bitter and resentful expression: "So what do we do now?"
Wang Lao Er closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again, taking a deep breath: "Miss Song, you should leave. You should leave alone. Let me face those important figures alone. I have no children, no parents, and if it weren't for you taking me in, Miss Song, I would have died long ago. Please remember to take the money from the money box I hid in the corner of the room, so that it doesn't fall into the hands of that bastard Jiang Qian."
"Stop, stop, stop! Don't act like you're going to die!" Song Jin interrupted Wang Lao Er, rolling her eyes in exasperation.
"It's not a big deal. Besides, it might not even be like that. Even if it is..."
Wang Lao Er: "So what if it is?"
Song Jin said, "Well, that's fine. We'll talk about it when they come looking for us. You should go back first. Take responsibility for your own actions. If it really doesn't work out, then..."
Looking at her sudden smile, Wang Lao Er felt a sense of unease: "What?"
We'll see.
Song Jin yawned, stretched, slung her back, and walked away with a nonchalant air, concealing the dark glint in her eyes.
What else can we do?
Let's be reasonable. That person is the best when they're reasonable, but coincidentally, she's also an unreasonable person.
**
Let's talk about this side.
Song Xingzhi was unjustly beaten and mocked. Although he didn't say anything, he was still furious and immediately took out his trump card.
Thousand-mile Bee
That's their family's unique, deadly technique, requiring six years of nurturing using their blood as a catalyst, along with precious secret medicines, to be considered successful.
Even so, the number of swarms of Thousand-Mile Bees is far less than that of ordinary bees, and only about 10% of them are usable, with each bee only able to track once.
Its preciousness is self-evident
And now, they've used up a pair of...
Song Xingzhi gritted his teeth just thinking about it: "You scoundrel, you can die without regrets in this life!"
As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the silly wasp ahead, the silk thread in his hand moving effortlessly with it, as he limped along behind.
That scoundrel was too ruthless. Although he didn't lose any limbs, his external injuries were severe; the bruises took ten days to two weeks to heal, not to mention the internal injuries.
Most importantly, his face, his face, is not only covered in bruises, but it's also swollen now.
He was refused even when asked to apply medicine, and now with that swollen face, who can tell if he's a toad or a swan?
Song Xingzhi vowed that once he caught that petty thief, he would chop off his hands and feet, tear him apart by five horses, and soak him in wine so that he would never forget it in his next life.
You shouldn't hit someone in the face!
Song Xingzhi was furious, and even though he was limping, he walked very fast, his desire to catch the person extremely strong.
Li Qingshan walked behind Qi Zheng, looking at Song Xingzhi with extreme disgust, and muttered...
"I wonder what this person is here for."
When no one else was around, he spoke much more casually.
Li Qingshan was a moderately wealthy young man from a small county town in Jiangnan. After his family's fortunes declined, he started working as a镖局 (bodyguard agency) escort.
As a child, he learned martial arts from a traveling Taoist priest. He was quite skilled in martial arts and also literate. When he learned about the selection of military officers, he participated on a whim and was unexpectedly selected. His performance was quite good, which allowed him to stay in the capital as a minor military officer.
This is something to celebrate greatly in their country, but in the vast city of Kyoto, he's like an ant, insignificant.
After working for several years, he was planning to find a way to transfer out of the capital or resign and continue working in the martial arts world. Unexpectedly, he was selected by his superiors to be a bodyguard for the newly recruited prince.
Directly ascend to the top
Li Qingshan was quite puzzled by this, after all, although he had good grades in his term and hadn't made any mistakes during his tenure, he hadn't shown any outstanding performance either.
He met the prince with great anxiety.
He then discovered that this person was actually a skilled escort he had once worked with at a security escort company. Back then, they were transporting a shipment of priceless goods and, fearing something might go wrong, they had hired outside help at a high price.
That is Qi Zheng, whose real name at the time was Yan Zheng. He was a young man who ventured into the martial arts world. Despite his young age, he was a mysterious and highly skilled martial artist who traveled the world alone.
Li Qingshan and he used to have a good relationship; Li Qingshan had even considered traveling the world together.
Young and naive Yan Zheng glanced at him with his dark eyes and said calmly, "Your kung fu is too weak; you can't keep up with me."
Qi Zheng, now tall and resolute, with dark, deep eyes, calmly responded to Li Qingshan's disdain: "You're too wooden; you can't compare to him."
Song Xingzhi was indeed a womanizer, and sometimes his carefree and irresponsible manner seemed unreliable, but he was also meticulous and accomplished many great things, making him highly regarded.
He had already devised a search plan from the beginning—except that Qi Zheng himself replaced the people he initially hired to explore the mountain, which increased efficiency but also made the task more difficult.
Song Xingzhi's task changed from simply finding mines and catching the mastermind behind the bandits to protecting Qi Zheng's safety, making it seem like he hadn't done much.
However, that wasn't the case. He had calculated everything from the very beginning; whether Qi Zheng was there or not wouldn't cause any major problems. His main objective was still to monitor him.
Qi Zheng glanced at Song Xingzhi, who looked like a madman, and remained vigilant.
The struggle for the throne has always been like this.
He was recruited from outside, with no connections or background. Who knows what the other 'brothers' might be up to? He needs to be careful.
Qi Zheng reminded him, "No matter what, he is still the eldest son of Chief Minister Song."
As a prince, although he was surrounded by dangers, on the surface, no one except his own father dared to show him any disrespect.
If Li Qingshan, as a bodyguard, were to be caught red-handed or specifically targeted, even as a personal bodyguard, it's uncertain whether this prince with no powerful connections could protect him.
Qi Zheng thought for a moment, then his expression turned even colder, and he said with a tight-lipped expression, "Don't let your guard down."
Li Qingshan was taken aback.
When he first left the capital, he was very wary of Song Xingzhi, the eldest son of the Grand Secretary and the Vice Minister of Revenue who had a close relationship with the Crown Prince. But now...
It's unclear when it started, but his vigilance vanished without a trace, leaving only suspicion towards people.
Recalling the events of the past few days, Li Qingshan was startled, and his face turned grim. It took him a while to calm his nerves and become serious.
"I understand. I will be more vigilant from now on. However, the change in my attitude will arouse Lord Song's suspicion. Perhaps I should continue to maintain this attitude and investigate further."
Qi Zheng turned his head to look at him, his expression inscrutable, and he remained silent, making everyone who saw him uneasy. He said...
"No, you can't do this job."
Li Qingshan: ……
Ah, that familiar expression, that familiar look of disgust.
When he first said he wanted to travel the world with this person, this was the kind of person he was.
Li Qingshan said dejectedly, "This subordinate understands."
Seeing his reaction, Qi Zheng paused, pondering how to comfort him, when suddenly Song Xingzhi's excited voice came from the other end.
"It's right ahead, that little thief, Xiao Jin said, he's in the mountains ahead. Xiao Jin's great!" Song Xingzhi said, a smirk creeping onto his face. He hissed, clutching his cheek and baring his teeth, "You little thief, just you wait, I'll skin you alive!"
Qi Zheng slowly walked over, looked up at the tea garden in front of him, his gaze deep and silent.
He had examined Song Xingzhi's injuries; they were all caused by internal force, the power of which was controlled with terrifying precision, penetrating flesh without damaging bone. They appeared minor, but were extremely painful.
The person who did this was extremely skilled and acted with great discretion.
He was also somewhat curious as to why such a person would be in such an inconspicuous little village.
Seeking revenge, fleeing from danger, or perhaps harboring ulterior motives?
Once Song Xingzhi had identified the location, he grabbed the people assigned to them by the village, pointed menacingly at the tea garden, and asked, "What's in there?"
The person assigned was Jiang Qian, one of the managers of the tea garden.
He was very reluctant to take on this task from the start. Although these people were generous, throwing money around easily, their faces were bruised and swollen, and they kept calling themselves petty thieves—how dangerous!
Jiang Qian was unwilling, but afraid of offending anyone, he could only reluctantly follow the lead. As he was led, he began to feel that something was amiss, until they finally entered a tea garden.
He looked in the direction Song Xingzhi was pointing at his own tea plantation and buildings, his whole body stiffened, his legs felt weak, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Is it too late for him to run away now?
Song Xingzhi quickly noticed Jiang Qian's strange behavior, grabbed him by the collar, and grinned menacingly: "What, you know him? Talk now, or I'll take care of you too, lock you up in jail, and skin you alive."
Jiang Qian's legs trembled even more, and one of them gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground, crying out, "Your Honor, spare my life! I really don't know anything! I'm completely innocent, how could I possibly know who had the audacity to hit you? I'm just an ordinary country man with an eighty-year-old mother, a three-year-old child, and a wife who is mentally challenged. My family depends entirely on me. If something happens to me, how will they survive..."
The sound was so loud that it echoed through the mountains.
Song Xingzhi immediately sensed something was wrong, his ferocious expression vanished, and he said to Li Qingshan beside him, "Go in and search directly. I refuse to believe that scoundrel can escape like this."
Li Qingshan didn't move.
Song Xingzhi angrily retorted, "What time is it now?"
Li Qingshan didn't move, but gave him a look to look ahead.
"What are you looking at? You came out just because you saw that little thief? If he dares to come out, I'll make him kneel down and call me 'Daddy, Daddy'!" Song Xingzhi said, throwing away the ferocious-looking man and turning his head. He was startled for a moment, then his legs went weak and he fell to the ground, muttering in disbelief.
"father?"
Even when things came to a head, Song Jin still acted arrogantly and recklessly, walking with an air of indifference towards even her closest relatives: ?
What? Are city people this polite?
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