The long night is breezy.

Wei Zhenzhen's beautiful face was covered with a layer of black light veil, which swayed slightly in the night breeze, revealing only a pair of eyes with complicated expressions.

Her slender figure was hidden in the thick of the night, staring intently and painfully at the two children in a small clearing in front of her.

Kou Zhong pondered for a long time, but he didn't think of what traces to leave on his father's tombstone.

Another gust of evening wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a "bang" sound, and the chill of the winter night hit.

The younger Xu Ziling sat on the ground with his arms crossed, even though he was still wearing the thick cotton clothes sewn by his mother, and was blown by the biting wind in the night, he still couldn't stop shivering, and couldn't help but shout: "Brother Zhong." ”

Kou Zhong stood in the wind, and also shivered, he immediately made a decision, planning to wait for tomorrow daytime, when the sun is a little warmer, and then come over to ponder the tombstone, it is already night, and it is easy to freeze and get sick when it is cold.

"Let's go!" Kou Zhong stretched out a hand and pulled Xu Ziling's hand.

"Uh-huh......" Xu Ziling, who was about to cry because of the cold, choked up, took Kou Zhong's hand and got up from the ground, and the two children walked together towards the village that was almost burned down, and only the broken walls were left at this time.

Wei Zhenzhen looked at the immature figures of the two children, but she still couldn't help but follow them far behind.

She kept watching Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling find a house in the village that was relatively less burned, more or less sheltered from the wind and rain, and barely able to live in, and then closed the somewhat damaged and deformed door from the inside.

With a slight sound of "rustling", the two children climbed into the bed and got into the quilt, without lighting the lamp, just hugging each other with a cold moonlight.

Wei Zhenzhen looked at the house and stood alone not far away in silence for a long time before turning around and returning to the small tomb where Kou Niangzi and Uncle Kou were buried.

Her fingers were white and cold, and she was still trembling slightly.

Wei Zhenzhen gently stroked the tombstone that was only made of old wooden boards, and originally wanted to fill in a few words on it, but remembering that Kou Zhong's eyes were still bright even after the fall, after a while, she dispelled her original thoughts.

It's Kou Niangzi, and she will be relieved to see such a Zhong'er, right......

Wei Zhenzhen closed her eyes, hid the last cold tear from the corner of her eyes, turned her body, and returned to the night, but she couldn't help but stand there, looking at the tomb under the quiet moonlight, and watched for a long time, until the moon set and the stars sank, and there was a faint white fish belly on the eastern sky, knowing that she couldn't wait any longer, she reflexively returned to Yangzhou City, as if she had never been here tonight.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival.

The winter in the south is still thick and green, Ling Chusi sat under the wisteria in the courtyard, on the stone table, on the right hand side was a volume of martial arts methods taken casually from Xiaobai's study, and on the left hand side was two plates of dim sum and a pot of fragrant flower tea.

Ji Xiaobai took the two secret letters that he had just taken from the carrier pigeon, and stood in front of the desk in the study, frowning slightly.

Looking up through the window, Ling Chusi, who was looking down at the book, saw the essence, and had already been engrossed in throwing away the tea and snacks at hand, and his focused eyes did not blink.

Ji Xiaobai pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but want to put away a piece of news with Sun Simiao's whereabouts in his hand, and after a while, he reopened it with a tangled heart.

Standing in the study and hesitating for a while, Ji Xiaobai finally made up his mind, took the two notes in his hand again, and walked out of the door to the courtyard to find Ling Chusi.

Hearing his slight footsteps, Ling Chusi, who was still immersed in the scroll, raised his head with a completely ignorant instinct, and calmed down, and his eyes regained some sanity.

"Xiaobai!" Ling Chusi happily greeted the owner of the house here, and said with a smile: "Sit down and eat snacks and drink tea!" ”

Ji Xiao sat down with a smile on his white eyebrows, and then still a little hesitantly took out the two pieces of news in his hand, and gently pushed them over from the side of the stone table that was full of them, "Two messages, take a look!" ”

What news did Ji Xiaobai have to show to himself?

Ling Chusi's heart fluttered slightly, and he couldn't help but flash such a thought.

Immediately, when she unfolded one of the notes with her fingers, Sun Simiao's three words came into her eyes.

Finally seeing the whereabouts of the medical saint Sun Simiao's grandfather, Ling Chusi's spirit was lifted for a while.

"Turkic!?" However, after she read all the news on the note, Ling Chusi was stunned for a moment, and exclaimed in a low voice in disbelief: "How could he run to the Turkic realm?" ”

For a moment, Ling Chusi didn't know whether he should be shocked that Grandpa Sun Simiao's route to travel was so unusual, or be amazed at how Ji Xiaobai even got the news from inside the Turks......

"The plague that occurred in the previous generation when the Great Sui intersected with the Khitan and Turkic ......," Ji Xiaobai reminded her in a soft and meaningful voice.

This Ling Chusi can understand, whether it is to practice medicine for the world, or to cure the plague, it is very normal for Sun Simiao's grandfather to go to the north, and the reason why Ling Chusi did not hesitate to go deep into the plague area is also because she feels that Sun Simiao has a great chance of going there.

However, what Ling Chusi didn't expect was that she relied on the prescription of the finished product to detoxify and disperse the so-called "plague", and as a result, she stayed in Taoli Town for so long, but she didn't get Sun Simiao's whereabouts for a long time.

Looking back now, perhaps at that time, Grandpa Sun Simiao had already gone north alone and directly entered the territory of the Eastern Turks......

"Y-How did he go to the Turks!?" For a long time, Ling Chusi couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows, staring at the small note in his hand with a confused expression that he had met a You Fanglang named Sun Simiao in a city in the Eastern Turkic territory.

Although Ji Xiaobai instinctively wanted to follow the description on the small note and pour some dirty water related to the national righteousness on the body of You Fanglangzhong, who was named Sun Simiao, with whom he had never known each other but had always affected Ling Chusi's nerves, however, seeing that Ling Chusi's face was only shocked and confused, but there was no expression of blame and struggle, Ji Xiao said vernacular, thinking that Ling Chusi had been caring about Sun Simiao for so long, he instinctively shrank a little......

"Didn't you tell me before that the so-called 'plague' was not a real plague, but You Niaoti, Jin Huanzhen and others who deliberately poisoned it there?" Ji Xiaobai sat at the stone table, looked at Ling Chusi's eyes, and whispered very seriously.

"Huh?" Ling Chusi nodded, she did say this, and even, she guessed at that time that Grandpa Sun Simiao, the medical saint, should have also seen that something was wrong, but the plague area was so big, the other party might have just staggered with herself.

Ji Xiaobai sat there and said lightly: "If that Sun Simiao's medical skills are really as superb as you said, you can see that those illnesses are not real plagues, and he can naturally see it." ”

Ling Chusi nodded in agreement, she is a disciple of Xingyi, she studied under the chess saint king and accumulated salary, she is Sun Simiao's grandfather, and she can't compare to her in chess, but if you talk about the art of medicine and poison, she and her master, who is addicted to chess and is unreliable all day long, are not enough to show the medicine furnace to the medical saint......

"That symptom is like a poison of 'plague', I have never heard of it in the Central Plains and Lingnan before, and I don't think it is a prescription of the Han people." After a short pause, Ji Xiaobai raised his eyebrows slightly, and calmly recounted in a not very happy mood: "Sun Simiao went all the way to the Turks, thinking about it, he should be looking for the source of those poisons!" ”

Hearing Ji Xiaobai mention this stubble, a hint of surprise flashed on Ling Chusi's face.

When he was squatting in Taoli Town to study the antidote, he happened to meet You Niaoti and Jin Huanzhen and others, but according to the rhetoric of You Niaoti and Jin Huanzhen, the medical saint Sun Simiao's grandfather did not directly meet with them. In addition, Sun Simiao's medical skills are far superior to his own, in that case, Ling Chusi relied on his profound martial arts, so he directly confronted You Niaoti and Jin Huanzhen, in contrast, Sun Simiao, who was inconvenient to outwit and could only outwit, naturally after getting rid of You Niaoti and Jin Huanzhen, he directly followed the source of the medicine in the poison and tracked it all the way to the Turkic ......

Sun Simiao has medical skills, that is, in the Turkic territory, as a wandering langzhong, his own safety is always worry-free, and even, in the seemingly powerless You Fanglang, maybe a person accidentally met a mountain thief, and the other party just wanted to kidnap him and lock him up in the cottage, but it would not hurt his life. Speaking of which, don't look at Sun Simiao's current martial arts, but at least, he practices medicine everywhere and has a good fate, so he will not be like Ling Chusi to make enemies everywhere and attract hatred.

Thinking of this, Ling Chusi's original worries about Sun Simiao were slightly relaxed.

She was even in the mood to eat a small piece of snack before opening another small note.

"Something happened outside Yangzhou City?" The faint smile on Ling Chusi's face suddenly froze.

===== is still a little tail away, ten minutes

Sun Simiao has medical skills, that is, in the Turkic territory, as a wandering langzhong, his own safety is always worry-free, and even, in the seemingly powerless You Fanglang, maybe a person accidentally met a mountain thief, and the other party just wanted to kidnap him and lock him up in the cottage, but it would not hurt his life. Speaking of which, don't look at Sun Simiao's current martial arts, but at least, he practices medicine everywhere and has a good fate, so he will not be like Ling Chusi to make enemies everywhere and attract hatred.

Thinking of this, Ling Chusi's original worries about Sun Simiao were slightly relaxed.

She was even in the mood to eat a small piece of snack before opening another small note.