Seeing enough of the scenery, Heng Yuanbai patted the hem of his robe and stood up, stretching out his hand to Wuhua. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Let's go. ”

Wuhua nodded.

Heng Yuan Xiu brought Wuhua down from the top of the mountain, and only saw Shang Da leaning on a small tree, yawning, and seeing the two of them coming down, he lazily stretched out his hand.

"It's down."

"Huh? Why are you here? Heng Yuanbai's footsteps paused and stopped at Shang Da's side.

"Naturally, there is something." Otherwise, I can't talk to you about love? Shang Da pursed his lips, he didn't have the courage to say the second half of the sentence.

"Huber asked me to come and discuss something." Shang Da lifted his chin.

When Wuhua heard this, he hurriedly stretched out his hand and pushed Hengyuan Baidao away. "Since you have something to do, then I'll go back myself."

"How do you get up?" Heng Yuanbai's eyebrows moved, "Shang Dadu has been waiting here for so long, and it's not too late for a while, I'll send you back first." ”

"Not necessarily."

Seeing the two pushing in front of him, Shang Da couldn't help but pout. "Huber told you to go with you."

Wuhua suddenly stopped.

This is the third time I've been to this cave ancestral hall.

People who have heard of Lishui Stream, only when they get married in their lives, will be taken to this ancestral hall to worship their ancestors.

As an outsider, in just one month, he came to this ancestral hall three times.

I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky.

Thinking about it, Wuhua couldn't help but purse his lips and smile.

The moment he walked into the stone cave, Shang Da's footsteps had not stopped, and he was actually walking towards it with Wuhua.

In such a row, Wuhua found that behind many tablets, there was a small door, and there was a hole in it.

There was a thick carpet inside, and it was silent to step on.

It is a stone room that can be inhabited, with a small space and bright lights as bright as day.

The room is not furnished, but there is a long sandalwood table large enough for ten people to sit, and the details are exquisitely engraved.

There were six people sitting on the long table, and when Wuhua looked over, she saw that the person sitting on the main seat was not the old and senior Hui Bo, but a woman she had never seen before.

Wuhua quietly turned sideways and glanced at the two people around him, and found that their faces were as usual, thinking that they were used to this way of sitting.

The woman, who was very well maintained and had a kind and gentle countenance, saw the three of them enter.

The corners of her lips hooked, and she said lightly. "Coming?"

Shang Da retracted his mind and walked in front of the woman, looking very well-behaved. "Mother."

"Yes." The woman bowed slightly.

Wuhua was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but look up at the woman again.

The woman's facial features are not exquisite, but together they have a different style, she has a slender figure, and her skin is very white, but it looks a little sickly.

While Wuhua was observing the woman, the woman was also looking up at Wuhua, and the two of them were looking at each other.

"Just call me Aunt Qian." Noticing Wuhua's gaze, Aunt Qian smiled lightly and stretched out her hand.

After Heng Yuanbai greeted a few people, he found that Wuhua was looking at Aunt Qian and said in a low voice. "Sit down."

Wuhua nodded, and at this time heard Aunt Qian say again. "Fighting a disease is like fighting a fire, and I won't say much."

She speaks softly, weakly, but with great contagion. "You're telling us what the hell is going on in the Qing Kingdom."

"Then Xiao Sheng said it directly." Wuhua wanted to stand up, but was held down by Heng Yuanbai on his side.

Wuhua turned around and saw Heng Yuanbai shaking his head at him. "Aunt Qian here, you don't have to be so polite."

Although Wuhua was surprised, he didn't think about it that much. "In mid-June, a plague broke out in Xingcheng, a Qing Dynasty, because it was far away from Kyoto, and it was the end of July when the news came back to Kyoto."

"The Son of Heaven was worried about the people, and while sending doctors to Qianzhou to control the epidemic, he also hoped that Lishuijian could help."

Aunt Qian didn't speak, but Aunt Qin, who was sitting under Uncle Xu, asked. "Even if the plague broke out in June, and now it's August, why has it dragged on until now?"

Hearing Aunt Qin's words, Wuhua's gaze wandered left and right for a moment on the few people behind the long table, pursed his lips, and just said. "When Xiaosheng received His Majesty's order to rush from Kyoto to Lishui Stream."

"It does take time to go back and forth."

In fact, as soon as Aunt Qin asked this, she knew that she had said the wrong thing. After all, Qu Wuhua has been in the stream for nearly a month.

The reason why I have never had the opportunity to say this matter, except for Aunt Qian, who doesn't ask about foreign affairs, who doesn't know?

Since everyone knows it, I didn't say it before, I just didn't want to pierce this layer of window paper in front of Aunt Qian.

Now Aunt Qin only hates herself for having a fast mouth, and she is actually this up-and-coming bird.

But fortunately, Wuhua did not answer, and Aunt Qian did not have the intention of delving.

Aunt Qian just pondered for a moment and asked. "Do you know what kind of epidemic it is?"

Wuhua hesitated for a moment, but replied honestly. "I don't know."

"This matter still needs to be checked carefully by Xiaosheng to Xingcheng before he can know."

Aunt Qian was quite surprised by Wuhua's frank answer, so she nodded.

"With such an illness in the Qing Kingdom, we naturally can't sit idly by." Her words rose abruptly. "You must know how difficult the epidemic is to control."

"It's not impossible for me to make an exception and send a doctor."

As soon as Wuhua heard Aunt Qian's words, he felt his heart sink. "If Aunt Qian has a request, she can put it forward, and if she can do it, Xiaosheng will naturally do her best to do it."

Wuhua took care of everything on her own body, where could Aunt Qian not understand, so she frowned.

"This matter, with your own strength, naturally can't do it."

"I don't know what Aunt Qian means, I hope to make it clear."

Aunt Qian didn't beat around the bush, her eyes narrowed, but her weak body seemed to be full of coercion. "The old body has no other opinions, only asks for a promise from Your Majesty."

"....." Wuhua vaguely felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, Wuhua finally remembered that she was in the Tianpin Column, didn't she do this to her son.

Now it's your turn.

It's just that Wuhua's current situation is not as good as Shang Jiu's, and Shang Jiu's matter is not in a hurry, but now the Xingcheng plague is under control to some extent, and Wuhua has been dragging on in Lishui Stream for a month.

If it drags on any longer, wait until the emperor responds.

Wuhua can guarantee that what the emperor sent back will definitely not be a reply, but a life-killing talisman.

It would be too risky to say yes.

While Wuhua was thinking, Aunt Qian was observing Wuhua's expression.

Finding that Wuhua had a moment of hesitation on her face, Aunt Qian was not in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, Aunt Qian found out that Wuhua quickly agreed.

"When Xiao Sheng leaves from the Lishui Stream, he will immediately send a message to Kyoto, asking His Majesty to reward a will."

And what surprised Aunt Qian was that Wuhua didn't even ask what they would ask.

When he proposed this condition before, Wuhua also thought it through, since he didn't even ask about any promises, there were only two reasons, one was that he was not ready to realize it, and he promised to make a living, and he would just fool the past in the future.

The other is that no matter what they ask for in this regard, they can accept it all. (To be continued.) )