After resting for one night in the guest house, when they set off on the second day, Qi Liju and his party met the strange people again.

One of the people happened to brush up the messy hair that covered his face, and he saw that although the man was covered with dust due to many days of hard work, his face was very thin, and there were many mud stains, but his overall behavior was very gentle, and those little dirt did not hide his own bearing.

The only fly in the ointment is that his eyebrows have fallen out very much, and at first glance there are almost none, which sets off the original delicate appearance very strangely.

Qi Liju's eyes flashed, and when the man turned his gaze, the two looked at each other, and then Qi Liju quickly looked away, and the man lowered his head and continued to move forward with the team.

But although he hung his head, his back was still straight, and he was speechless.

The drama company took the silent communication between the two into his eyes, and it was not until the team walked away that he sighed in a low voice: "Doctor Qili knows this man? ”

Xie Wei's eyes widened in shock, "Furious people?!" ”

"Furle" refers to leprosy, once you suffer from leprosy, it is an incurable disease in this era, and you are either killed as a monster or imprisoned until you are slowly worn to death by this disease.

And because of the infection of furuncles, the hair falls out first, and then the bridge of the nose and bones will slowly disintegrate, and the body will lose the support of the bones, and it will become all kinds of strange deformities, and the face is hateful.

If the sick person is lucky enough not to die, he will have to use such a ghostly face to survive in the world, and he will be blinded by people.

This time, I understand why yesterday outside Hangu Pass, the past business travelers and soldiers would react like that.

"This person is a commoner, one of the three thousand guests of Xiwen Xinhou." Qi Liju's eyes still fell on the direction they left, "Marquis Wenxin, Sikong and everyone are buried in Beibi Mountain, go to Zhao Land, and advise King Zhao not to use his favorite minister Han Cang, but he didn't listen." ”

Xie Yu's eyes shrank suddenly, and Han Cang ...... She remembered that there was also a part of this Han Cang who slandered and killed Li Mu, and this person seemed to be a favorite minister in that regard, and he could get goosebumps when he thought about it.

Qi Liju didn't notice the subtle changes in her feelings, his face became more and more solemn, and his voice was very sad, "After Sikong Ma returned to Qin, he was well known, so he was degraded from the punishment of Wenxin Hou's party disciples to a ghost salary." ”

The so-called ghost salary refers to the salary for three years for the temple, because the firewood in the temple is used for sacrifices and is enjoyed by ghosts, so it is called "ghost salary".

The men were paid by ghosts and the women were bai, both of whom served the temple, and these two sentences were considered light in the strict laws of Qin.

After all, Wenxin Hou Lu Buwei was implicated and demoted, and committed suicide on the way, and his disciples were not guilty of any major crimes, and Sikong Ma was just a person who fled out of the country for the crime, so naturally he would not be punished too severely.

"Chengdan, ghosts, what can you say? -- When the relocation is relocated. Xie Wei sighed in a low voice.

This question and answer about the law comes from the "Yunmeng Qin Jian" excavated by later generations.

Moving, with the meaning of death, exile, and separation, is literally not a good place.

And because the current level of medical care is simply not enough to cure leprosy, the patients who are placed in the shelter do not receive any treatment, but can only be isolated and die.

"The doctor girl actually understands the law, what a strange person." Qi Liju said dry words of appreciation, and there was no joy on his face at all.

He had several encounters with Sikong Ma, most of Lu Buwei's disciples were unique people, and Sikong Ma was even more of a leader, but he didn't expect that in the end, he would be reduced to a ghost salary, suffer from a furious disease, and would be consumed to death in the dark place.

The three thousand guests who are scattered, the lonely lonely mound in the north, only the one that brings together thousands of painstaking efforts "Lu's Spring and Autumn", silently tells between the lines the style and bones of the three thousand scribes who laughed and talked about the year.

Xie Wei closed her eyes for a moment, and carved her own value with words that have been passed down through the ages, which is what she has been pursuing.

She knew that Sikong Ma's deeds as a disciple of Lü Buwei were left in the annals of history, and as for the fact that he finally suffered from leprosy and died in an extremely ugly manner, what did it matter?

Except for her, Qiliju, and Julian, no one has known this secret for thousands of years.

He will always be just the man of letters who compiled "Lu Lan", and he will always be the far-sighted politician who persuaded King Zhao not to kill Li Mu, who can know what he looks like now?

No, he's just down-and-out now, not wolf.

Even if he is riddled with evil diseases, even if he is unkempt, his poetic spirit has not been lost.

"Where's the migration?" Purse your lips in relief.

Qi Liju's complexion changed, and he pondered for a long time, "Thirty miles north of the Ganquan Hall of Lishan. ”

In fact, even if he didn't ask about it, he planned to sneak into the relocation center to meet with Sikong Ma and ask him if he had any news to pass on.

After all, the two had a relationship, and he didn't want Sikong to die so wolf and in such a hurry.

Arriving at the side of Lishan in the afternoon, Ju Lian looked for the dormitory early, and inquired around about the place where Yue Zhiyu and his party settled in Xianyang, while Qiliju went to the relocation place in the wilderness north of Lishan with his worries.

Through the gap in the wooden fence, you can see a huge pond on the west side of the courtyard, in which the water color is dark green and there are many bubbles of different sizes.

Xie Wei shrunk his neck, and turned his gaze to the white bones stacked by the pool—the smell of death here was too strong.

Although she is not afraid of death, it is not a happy thing after all.

At the narrow gate of the hospital, the group of patients with furuncules were being examined by the doctors one by one, and only after the diagnosis was confirmed did they enter the quarantine center and be detained and guarded.

When the guards of the patient saw the approaching person, they crossed Changge one after another to prevent the patient from escaping or injuring others.

Qi Liju showed his identity again, and after finding Sikong Ma in the crowd, he asked the captain of the guard on the side to talk for a moment, and swept his eyes over the person he was looking for.

When the guard heard that they were friends, he opened the net and released Sikong Ma.

Qi Liju stood in the distance with his worries and waited.

Sikong Ma brushed the messy hair on his sideburns, looked at the two teenagers standing in the distance, one tall and one short, and approached with a somewhat stumbling step.

After recognizing the person in front of him, Sikong Ma's expression was a little complicated.

Qi Liju looked at the down-and-out person in front of him, and it was difficult to connect him with the elegant literati and politician in his memory, and he didn't speak for a while.

After looking at each other for a long time, Sikong Ma tried his best to straighten his back and bow to Qili Ju, "Old man, please go back." ”

Then he turned around and walked towards the group without looking back.

He has his pride, and even if he is reduced to this place today, he will never accept the mercy of others.