Chapter 386 Sunshine, wind and dew
The team that was about to leave had gathered. As the red-topped sedan left the ground, there was not much time left for Shaolin Temple to consider. Zhihui stood in front of the Heavenly King Hall, with the collapsed ruins in her eyes, folded her hands and lowered her head and chanted the Buddha's name.???
"Amitabha"
The sound is long and the sky is shining
At the foot of the mountain, the curtain was lifted, revealing half of his feminine and cold face. Cao Shaoqing rode forward and lowered his upper body, "Master, what are you going to give me?"
"You must know the right way to do things in the future. Today, you should understand why, but are you dissatisfied?" He opened his thin lips and said slowly.
Cao Shaoqing's expression moved slightly and bowed: "I don't dare, there will be no next time."
"It's good to understand. You guys think that we can act like a mighty man and benevolent when we control the court. They all feel like a wild horse is stuffed into their hearts, and they think that they can be like this, right?" The half of their face turned around and their eyes stared at the other person's face. "It's not just you, Yu Huatian, Cao Zhenchun, who doesn't have one or two thoughts in their hearts? We didn't want to care about these things, but the premise is that before the order of this supervisor, if the supervisor gave the order, and still had no thoughts, you should know our methods."
The wind and clouds moved, and the morning light slowly dispelled the mist on the foothills, but the figure riding on the horse still felt a little cold, and subconsciously bowed: "I know my mistake, and I will never make any more."
"Um."
Put down the curtain, everything becomes so harmonious again, birds fly in the forest, watching the team move slowly
Time went by several days later, Bianliang was also under the sky.
Bang!
One was stepping on the ground barefoot, and then some wet muddy was run over by the wheel, leaving two traces, extending forward all the way forward. On the rugged and difficult road, some people stood on horse and ox carts, occasionally looking forward. The carriages and horses were dragged by mules and horses in this vast land, some were pulled by old cows, and more were people wearing prison uniforms pulling the wheels as livestock.
The rotten smell of human body scattered in the air. From time to time, there will be whips in the air, crackling and crisp sounds. Occasionally, one or two people will take the opportunity to escape, but they will be shot to death by the Monkey or Jinyiwei who are wearing leather masks in the distance and will be shipped into the car with the rotten corpse.
In presiding over cleaning up the bodies outside the city, Hai Dafu had tried his best to draw some old cows from the Ministry of Revenue that were not used for spring plowing to transport the bodies. He did not dare to take risks with the imperial guards. After all, as time goes by, no one can save the epidemic from the epidemic. Once someone is infected and brought into the military camp, the entire capital will become an unguarded city, and it is very likely that it will be dead.
He didn't dare to take this risk yet. As for those death row prisoners, repeated criminals who cleaned up the bodies, they no longer need to consider their final destination.
Martial law was also imposed in the city, and the south gate was opened for a limited time, as a temporary passage for merchants in the city.
The clinic also became overcrowded at this time. Although there were no patients with plague symptoms, the smell of floating in the air has already made most people feel palpitations. Naturally, there are many more people seeking medical treatment and medicine as a prevention.
"Ah" Someone exclaimed and sat up.
"What's wrong?"
A figure ran in the hall outside the clinic.
"I had a nightmare without anything."
On the wooden couch, the woman looked at the other person's concern and replied, but her face was still in shock. The sunlight shone through the closed window paper, which formed a faint spot of light on the floor of the room. The white sheets were a little messy, and half were dragged to the ground.
The man standing at the door smiled, walked in, picked up the sheet dragged a corner of the ground, and put it on the couch again. His smile was charming, but the woman opposite him wrinkled her nose, and a smell of unpleasant medicine penetrated into her sense of smell.
"I was decorating the medicine just now. After all, your sick doctor said he needed to rest well." The man wanted to reach out to hold the other person's hand, but he moved it, but there was no further information.
The woman looked at the light spots cast on the ground in silence, and after a moment, she said softly and gentlely: "I dreamed of Yi'er. I dreamed that the entire Bianliang was a dead city. Even the people in the palace were infected. Then I saw Yi'er in my dream, and he sat alone in the hall. He was crying and crying sadly, calling the Empress so sad."
She murmured, and a tear slid out of the corners of her eyes, dripping across her cheeks, and dripping on the back of her hands a little warm.
"Xiao Yi thought of a solution, I want to see Yi'er once."
Then, she looked at the man.
The light spot on the ground moved slowly. As it reached the instep, the man sitting in front of the couch nodded, his eyes firmly: "I will find a way to let you see Yi'er."
Outside the house, a voice suddenly shouted: "Xiao Yi, the medicine you decocted is almost overwhelmed."
The man suddenly patted his forehead and hurriedly ran out: "By the way, Xiao Yi will come when he goes."
The woman half-sitting on the couch wiped the tears, looked at his anxious look, and burst into tears and smiled at the corner of her mouth, then nodded.
"You look so good when you smile."
Yan Qing said.
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The clouds pass by flying birds, north of Bianliang.
The woman named Fuli raised her head and watched the birds fall into the dense green field disappear. She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, stroked the temples in her ears, and carried a small basket with some herbs and wild vegetables that had just grown.
The village is still as usual, and everyone is busy living.
When walking past a thatched hut, a woman sat under the eaves, and the strips of cloth wrapped around her head matched a corner of the woman's body. When the woman saw the woman coming back from a distance, she greeted her with a smile.
"Fuqi, come here to have supper at home tonight, and I'll give you some meat today." The woman was a little proud, but she didn't mean to show off in her eyes.
"No." The woman's figure went toward the small thatched house on the other side, shook her head, her hair brushed on her shoulders, and she showed a bright smile. Although there were two teeth missing in her mouth, the smile was like a blooming red camellia tea.
After taking two steps, Fu Qi turned around with a faint smile and said, "Aunt Niu, your head injury has almost healed, you can take off the cloth strip."
Under the eaves, the woman nodded repeatedly. She loved such a kind woman from the bottom of her heart. It would be great that her son was still there, but unfortunately, her home was gone in the turmoil.
In joy, his eyes were filled with incurable pain. Seeing the kind figure had left, the woman muttered something, returned to the house, and looked at a faded mouse soaked in the clay pot.
Licked his mouth
"Dad, I'm back."
The basket was placed at the door, and the woman shouted sweetly outside the house, then took out the herbs under the eaves to dry.
"Oh." The door was open and the old man's figure came out from inside, "I was cooking just now, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, Fu Chi thinks it's good now."
The old man looked at the delicate and busy figure, hesitated for a while, and finally spoke: "Dad Fuqi thinks, are you or do you need to get married?"
In the sun, the woman was stunned.
"After all, my dad is old and I can't take care of you for long." The old man then sat under the eaves and mentioned it casually.
Chapter completed!