"But when I was twelve, everything changed."

As soon as the conversation changed, Yun Xiang's voice was also a lot lower. "That year, a plague swept through Anyang, and many people contracted the plague and died."

"I was worried about my father and mother, so I begged the master to let me out of the valley, and when I rushed back to Anyang, I found my mother lying on the sickbed, but my father was nowhere to be found, and I asked the servants and said they didn't know." As she spoke, a sharp flash flashed in her eyes, and the grass stalk in her hand was torn into two pieces.

He didn't come back until three days later. There was a woman with me, and that woman was holding a girl who was two years younger than me! ”

At the beginning of the month, I was stunned and looked at Yun Xiang, only to see that her eyes were red, and tears were rolling in her eyes. His voice was already choked and he said no, but he still gritted his teeth and continued.

"I really hate him...... Mother, mother was lying on the sickbed, dying, but he took other women back to the house! "The hand is clenched tightly, and the fingernails seem to be pinching the palms of the blood.

"At that time, I was not good at medicine, and I was never able to save my mother," tears slid down her eyes, and she wiped them with a wave of her sleeves, "Later...... Later, it was the master who arrived...... It's just that when my mother woke up, she forgot everything. Forget my father, and forget my ......."

"Maybe I vaguely remember something, my mother always refused to stay in the Hou Mansion, and then left home." Snorting, she exhaled and said, "After that, I haven't been back to the Hou Mansion for four years. ”

At the beginning of the month, his eyes were dull and silent. Thinking of why she was so concerned about the death of the second girl, it turned out that she remembered this past.

After Yun Xiang finished speaking, the two of them sat still, not knowing what they were thinking.

The wind and grass were blowing, and on the lawn, two fireflies flew from nowhere, circled around the two of them for several weeks, and finally stopped on the hairpin at the beginning of the month.

Yun Xiang looked at the scenery in front of him, and said in a relaxed mood: "Say it, it's much better." ”

The moon smiled lightly, "That's fine." ”

There was movement in the shed village behind them, and the two looked back, and there was a fire.

"Probably someone has sent it in again......" The bottom of his eyes darkened, and Yun Xiang said. Let's go back and have a look. With that, he got up and dusted off the grass clippings.

The moment the two stepped into Maocun, they felt that the atmosphere was extremely wrong at the beginning of the month.

Almost everyone had gloomy faces, and even Lu Dayong stood quietly to the side. Shang Young was also present, and when he saw the moon coming in, he glanced at her faintly and turned sideways.

When he saw the person on the couch clearly, Yueyue's heart suddenly tightened, Third Uncle Wen!

"Three...... Third uncle. She said in a trembling voice.

The person on the couch slowly opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and his sharp eyes on weekdays showed the vicissitudes of old age at this moment. "Hang...... Lord Hang. The voice was faint, but it was full of deep guilt, "I'm ashamed of you......"

The third uncle also fell ill.

Every time I enter Mao Village, I pass by the small cemetery at the edge of the village, and at the beginning of the month, I always suppress the panic and tell myself not to think about it. "The third uncle will be fine." She muttered to herself.

Yun Xiang approached Shang Ying once, and it is said that he sent a message to Fengzhou to ask her master through his white falcon. "Although there are very few cures, it would be good if there was a glimmer of hope." She said.

In the days of waiting for the reply, the epidemic seems to have stabilized, and the number of people sent to Maocun has gradually decreased, which can't help but make everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

The day before Feng Zhou's letter, Erya was also sent to Mao Village. Yun Xiang, who had been a little relieved, became tense again. After receiving the letter the next day, Yun Xiang's face did not ease in the slightest.

Master said in the letter that there is no solution to this disease, and that it can only be prevented. Methods and prescriptions for the prevention and treatment of attachment in the letter.

Yun Xiang handed over the method and prescription to Shang Ying, and soon he asked people to clean up all parts of Dongqiu, and then took the villagers to pick wormwood and dry it, and then smoked it for a round. Sure enough, no one got sick anymore.

In addition to diagnosing the pulse of patients every day, as long as Yunxiang is free, he will sit in front of the second couch and talk to her.

"Master said that sometimes the mind can change some things, and she will talk to the little girl every day, so that she will be in better spirits and maybe her illness will get better." She said.

At the beginning of the month, he listened to this sentence, and when he got free, he also accompanied the third uncle to talk to him.

The third uncle's spirit is quite good, and he often laughs out loud when he listens to the interesting things he encountered in the academy when he was young. Sometimes I can pick up a sentence or two, so that at the beginning of the month, I occasionally had the illusion of talking and laughing with my father when he was sick in bed.

Er Ya went on the fifth day of entering Mao Village. Yun Xiang stayed by her side all the time, crying like a tearful person.

"Sister, don't cry...... Erya is going to find her mother, Erya is not afraid. Sister...... He's a good doctor. The little hand rested lightly on Yun Xiang's hand, which was the last word she said.

Cao Zhou and his party, Yun Xiang didn't know how many tears he shed.

After the second girl left, the third uncle's situation gradually deteriorated.

His mind was good and bad, and he often fell asleep after chatting with the moon, and sometimes the moon always felt that he would just not wake up. As a child, nightmares from her father's serious illness surrounded her again.

At night, the beginning of the month fell asleep and was woken up by Qingdai.

"What's wrong?" She replied sleepily.

"Someone from Maocun has news that the third uncle has been calling you." Qing Dai said with a bluff.

At the beginning of the month, when I was sober, I hurriedly changed into clothes and rushed to Mao Village.

When they arrived at Mao Village, the villagers gathered around the thatched hut where the third uncle was, and when they saw that the moon was coming, they all got out of the way.

At the beginning of the month, I entered the hut, and there was an oil lamp lit in the house, and the light was dim. Shang Ying and Yun Xiang are there.

Third Uncle Wen closed his eyes, half-leaning on the couch, breathing heavily. Hearing someone call Lord Hang, he opened his eyes suddenly, and Yue Yue was already standing in front of him, looking at him with an anxious face.

"Lord Hang......" he said majestically, his eyes cloudy.

"Third uncle, I'm here." At the beginning of the month, he nodded violently, and tears overflowed instantly.

"Lord Hang, you are a good official...... I beg Lord Hang...... You must save Dongqiu......" he said in a trance, his hand stretched out.

"Dongqiu will be fine! Third uncle, don't worry, third uncle. Dongqiu will definitely get better! Tears welled up, and at the beginning of the month, he held the third uncle's thin hand and said in a voice.

Third Uncle Wen raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, his face that had been hideous due to illness eased a lot, and after a pause, he held his breath and said solemnly as if he had confessed his last words: ""Treacherous and evil are in charge, and people's hearts are not ancient...... Lord Hang is on the official road, please remember to be a minister, be a loyal monarch, and be a ...... for the people."

When the words fell, the third uncle's hand hung down as if it had been drained, and he died.

It was as if something had exploded, and the words buried in the depths of the memory ravines burst out

In front of the sickbed, the little man knelt in front of the bedside and cried in a low voice.

"Yue'er, if you really have to be an official for a day, you must remember: as a minister, you should be loyal to the king, and more for the people. The people are the foundation of the world, and don't forget the heart of the people. ”

Father...... (To be continued.) )