"Woooo, Master, I'm looking for you!"

Suddenly seeing Zhao Qi, the little girl was stunned for a moment, and she burst into tears and ran over. She grabbed Zhao Qi's arm tightly and pulled it back. Through her nervous and trembling little hand, Zhao Qi felt the little girl's panic and helplessness.

"Little sister, who is your young master? Have you recognized the wrong person?" Zhao Qi was so amused that he was stumbled by the little girl.

It was not that he was puzzled, but that after he woke up, he could tell from the body he was living on his soul and that his family must be poor and indescribable. His nails on his hands were black and long, and his clothes were torn.

How could he be a young master when he is so poor that he is so poor, and there is even a little maid.

It's like a beggar and a beautiful mistress.

"Young master, go back with me. I beg you not to run around in the future, otherwise the grandmother will beat me to death!" The little girl cried even more sadly.

"Okay, stop crying, I'll go back with you!" Zhao Qi quickly squatted down to comfort the little girl, his eyes fell on the little girl's forehead, and a wound that was more than an inch long was rolling up, and blood was pouring out. His dirty face and body were covered with blood, which made Zhao Qi's heart tremble suddenly.

"Don't move, your head is injured, I'll bandage it for you first!" Zhao Qi squatted down, took off his torn clothes, and tore off a piece of clean and complete strip of cloth to wrap the wound around.

Zhao Qi's actions made the little girl completely stunned. She let Zhao Qi bandage her like a tattered rag doll. After finishing it, she slowly came to her senses. Her eyes covered with tears looked up and down, and then she stuttered with tears in her tears and said, "Young Master... are you... not stupid?"

Zhao Qi stood up and gently stroked the little girl's messy hair, nodded and said, "I just fell down and smashed by the statue in the mountain temple. I won't be stupid when I wake up. Let's go home!"

"Woooo, it's good that the young master is not stupid. I won't be beaten by the grandmother in the future!" The little girl grabbed Zhao Qi's arm tightly and cried loudly again.

"Is the injury on your head beaten by the grandmother?" Zhao Qi asked softly with some distress.

"Well, I didn't care about the young master. I searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it. The grandmother hit me when she got angry, and her legs almost broke. Woo..." The little girl was so angry that she was so angry that she couldn't bear to worry.

"Let me see!" Zhao Qi squatted down again and rolled up the little girl's trouser legs, and saw several high and bulging blue and purple scars on both calves. Zhao Qi couldn't help but twitched slightly, then pulled open the little girl's sleeves and found that there were the same scars everywhere on his arms and even on his back, and there were many old scars on his skin, which looked shocking, making Zhao Qi's fingers tremble.

"Are these all the grandmother beaten?" Zhao Qi asked softly.

"Well, some of them are you... you beat me!" The little girl nodded vigorously while wiping her tears.

"I'll carry you back!" Zhao Qi held the little girl's dirty little hand with heartache, and at the same time there were countless husky jumping around in his mind. Unexpectedly, this fool's family was full of cruel people, and even such a poor little girl was bullied.

"No, let the grandmother find out and you want to hit me again!" The little girl stepped back in horror.

"No, I'm no longer stupid. I will protect you when I go back. Let's go!" Zhao Qi forced the little girl to his back and carried her back. She was so light that she couldn't feel the weight. Her skinny body even felt a little uncomfortable.

As he walked forward with the little girl on his back, Zhao Qi also asked some simple questions by the way, and the information he received made Zhao Qi speechless.

There are only three people in the family, one old woman, surnamed Su, is his grandmother, and her father and mother have passed away long ago. As for the little girl, she bought it in the town five years ago, and her main purpose is to take care of him, because the old woman is old and can't catch up with the fool who likes to run around.

At present, the three of them lived in an abandoned tiled kiln not far ahead, and they were all supported by the nearby villagers to not starve to death.

As for more content, the little girl asked no questions, just said that Zhao Qi was a fool. She liked to run around when she got sick and also liked to hit people. The children in the village were afraid of him. Moreover, Mrs. Su also had a strange personality, and people nearby didn't like to deal with their family.

Along the way, I passed by several small farmyards and met three or two villagers carrying baskets and carrying loads. However, whether they were passing by or adults and children inside and outside the yard, they all looked as stunned as if they were ghosts when they saw Zhao Qi passing by with the little girl on his back.

Zhao Qi did not say hello to these neighbors. What he wanted to figure out the most about now was what he was. He was not a clay statue of a mountain temple. Eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping were the most urgent problems that needed to be solved at the moment. Although everything in front of him seemed like a dream, Zhao Qi confirmed that it could not be a dream. He must have traveled to ancient times, and it was very likely that it was the late Southern Song Dynasty.

In ancient times, Ningbo was called Qingyuan Prefecture, but the name Qingyuan Prefecture began in the Southern Song Dynasty and was formerly called Mingzhou.

If you remember the year name Baoyou, if you remember correctly, it should be a year name used by Emperor Lizong of Song.

All those who study history are annoying about the fact that the emperors in ancient China change their dynasties at any time, but all emperors are happy to do it, marrying one, having one child, having one sick, defeating one, winning one, winning one, and having one, dead one, and sometimes even having a dream, it's like a joke.

This has caused great headaches for Chinese historical researchers.

Although Song Lizong was in a mess in governing the country and was lustful and debaucherous, he was the longest-time emperor in the Southern Song Dynasty.

The collapse of the Song Dynasty was almost caused by Song Lizong.

First, Shi Miyuan was given the dictatorship, and then appointed two treacherous ministers, Ding Daquan and Jia Sidao. The alliance to destroy the Jin Dynasty was the most failed foreign war. The later squaring the Luo River gave Mongolia an excuse to conquer the Song Dynasty. In the end, his mentally retarded nephew Zhao Hu succeeded to the throne, and directly killed a prosperous Song Dynasty and the disaster that was not despicable.

The biggest reason why Zhao Qi is quite familiar with himself, the emperor, is because of what happened after Li Zong's death.

After the death of Song Lizong, the Mongol Yuan captured Lin'an. Then a Tibetan lama named Yang Lianzhenjia dug out his body from the tomb and hung it on a tree to hang it on a tree to hang it for three days. Finally, he cut off his head bone and made a wine vessel.

This skull wine vessel was not retrieved and buried again after Zhu Yuanzhang captured the capital of the Mongolian Yuan.

Therefore, Song Lizong can be said to be the most miserable person in China after his death, no doubt about it.

This incident also made all history enthusiasts deeply remember it.

Zhao Qi walked with the little girl on his back, and was still thinking about the times and environment he was in based on the contents prompted by the woman just now.

"Young Master, I'm home, let me down!"

The little girl's voice woke Zhao Qi up from her thoughts. When she looked up, she saw a broken kiln at the foot of the hill. It should be for burning bricks. There was a pond next to it, probably a place to collect soil and mud. However, this kiln had obviously been abandoned for a long time. Many places had collapsed, with thorns and weeds growing, and it looked like a large tomb. There was a straw curtain hanging in the dilapidated kiln. It was picked open with a bamboo pole, and the black hole was like a terrifying mouth.

An old woman wearing patches and grey hair, standing at the entrance of the cave with a crutch, staring at the cave door. The sunset shone on her body, her face was full of wrinkles and her eyes were dull, like a statue full of memories of time.

Hearing the footsteps, the old lady turned her head and saw Zhao Qi who was putting the little girl off her back. An incredible expression appeared on her vicissitudes of life, but after a moment, she raised the crutches in her hand with an angry face and walked up.

"I have no rank and nobility, and I will beat you to death!"
Chapter completed!