Emperor Hongyuan came to Ganping County, came to the town under the Taoxi Valley, he only brought a hundred Jingwei with him, as for the geometry of the secret guards hidden in the shadows, Chi Zhongyuan had no intention of worrying, and he didn't have time to let him think about it.

It was dark and deep, as if there were clouds brewing in the dark night, and the bitter northwest wind whistled past my ears, and the windows crackled.

The weather is cold and dripping into ice, but all this is cold, it seems that because of today's special festival, because of the lights of thousands of homes in the distance, the fragrance of food nearby, a little warmer.

The whole town was full of laughter, but this inn, which was supposed to be closed, was so silent that it seemed that there was no breathing sound.

Suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps downstairs, and then the sound of a report sounded outside the room, Chi Zhongyuan stood in the shadow and lowered his head silently, the Ninety-Five Venerable who was standing by the window and looking into the distance only spoke after a long time, "Come in." ”

There were two people who came, one of whom stopped outside the door, and in came a woman in a black cloak, hood, and black veil.

The monarch of the Extreme Heaven spoke again after a moment, "All ready?"

"There's nothing to prepare." The woman's voice was very young, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but it was a little hoarse, as if the wind and cold had not healed.

"Know this, if there is a little deception in your mind, what awaits you is doomed and dead."

"Don't dare."

"That being the case, Ji Zhongyuan ......"

"The minister is here."

"Let's go."

"Yes."

The night of Chinese New Year's Eve, thick like indissolable ink, the blood poured on the Peach River Valley, and also like the indissolvable rouge, the blood dyed the land into pieces of dark red, with the whistle of the cold wind, the last wail of the deceased, and the miserable sharp echo blocked back by the shadow wall of the mountain peak, which made all the Jingwei can't help but shudder.

The three hundred and eighty-nine lives of Taoxi Valley were all slaughtered in just one hour, Chi Zhongyuan's eyes were cold as he looked at the scenes of killing in front of him, there was not the slightest difference on his face, but his palms were clenched into fists. Suddenly, a voice came from my ears, "Go to the back and see what is going on." ”

Chi Zhongyuan lowered his eyes and clenched his fists with both hands, "Yes." ”

There was silence in the backyard, as it should have been. The custom of celebrating Chinese New Year's Eve in Taoxi Valley still follows the old system, and the ancestors are worshiped on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, when all children and grandchildren in the family should gather in front of the family temple.

There was nothing else in the backyard except for a few miserable girls, and the wind with the smell of blood was waving around, and Chi Zhongyuan waited for a few henchmen in charge of this place to arrive before turning around and preparing to leave.

There seemed to be movement in a courtyard not far away, Wu Mingcheng frowned slightly, hugged his fists and said, "Go down and take a look."

Chi Zhongyuan was about to nod and say okay, but for some reason, the words that rolled to his lips turned around, "No need, go to the front to resume your life." ”

Wu Mingcheng and the others left in response, and Chi Zhongyuan paused in place for a moment, and also walked towards the courtyard not far away.

This is obviously a boudoir daughter's residence, the house is arranged elegantly and brightly, even in this cold and depressed winter, there are flowers blooming, a plum tree in the courtyard is scorching, exuding a pleasant fragrance, and many unseasonal flowers are fragrant under the transparent glass cover, which shows the delicate and ingenious mind of the hostess.

There seemed to be some movement in the room, and when Ji Zhongyuan walked in, the movement was even louder, and there was a sound of a vase cracking, and then it fell silent.

Chi Zhongyuan pushed open the half-open door and went in, and saw a gray-haired grandmother tragically dead in the room, with a knife sealing her throat, a pool of blood flowing on the ground, and her cloudy eyes looked at the position of the dresser, and she couldn't look at it.

The moment he came in, there was a click of the machine closing, and another piece of red clothes flashed away, Chi Zhongyuan stood in place, closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, turned around and prepared to leave, that is, at this time, a page of clear paper as white as jade, thin and smooth, and still containing fragrant wind floated in front of him, and fell to the ground.

Chi Zhongyuan lowered his eyes, and saw that the paper was a boudoir letter, and there were two beautiful and graceful, quite graceful and spiritual hairpin small characters - Qing Ning.

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After staying at the border for two months, when the spring flowers bloomed in the next year, Qin Qiong and Chi Zhongyuan, who were in the camp in the army, once again received a holy order from Kyoto -- the southeast coast was plagued by bandits, and ordered Chi Zhongyuan, the Marquis of Zhongyong, to immediately set off for Yizhou to train the navy army for the purpose of suppressing bandits.

Half of the people in Ganzhou City, as well as a quarter of the 200,000 soldiers under Chi Zhongyuan's command, fell ill, with fever, foaming at the mouth, vomiting and diarrhea.

Because of the fear of frequent infectious diseases in spring, Ganzhou City began to close the city, and all the doctors in the city were recruited to discuss a cure for the disease, and before the wind and cold were effectively controlled, Ganzhou City was allowed to enter but not leave, and Chi Zhongyuan and his soldiers were all stranded here.

Ganzhou seems to have become a dead city overnight, the people are panicked, the people are terrified, the city is crying incessantly, the situation has not been alleviated for more than ten days, but many people in the city have hung white flags, and relatives have died one after another. At this time, it was too late to look forward to the imperial doctor in Kyoto, who was thousands of miles away, to come to save his life, and the governor of Ganzhou City finally pinned all his hopes on the doctors and doctors in the city.

It was at this time that Chi Zhongyuan saw a young man with a black complexion and a thin body, the young man was in a hurry, like a frightened bird, wearing a shabby cotton jacket, trembling like chaff, the whole person looked particularly depressed, but she had a pair of particularly clear eyes, and her eyes were full of grief.

Zhizhou Yan said that this child and Qi Huang are quite accomplished in the arts, and yesterday they developed a good prescription, and now the person who takes it has stabilized his condition and is expected to solve the epidemic in the city.

Chi Zhongyuan wiped the sword in his hand with a piece of brocade, and he didn't care about this matter, but he sent a ghost, and when Zhizhou handed over the prescription, he took a look at it in his hand.

The words on the paper are written, Zang Feng is ingenious, Lu Feng is appropriate, full and strong, free and powerful, quite imposing, Chi Zhongyuan's face is slightly stunned, and Zhizhou also laughed at this time: "Zhongyong Marquis didn't expect it, right?" Haha, this kid doesn't look good, I didn't expect this handwriting to be quite standard, I heard that it came from a scholarly family, but it is credible. ”

Chi Zhongyuan indifferently dealt with Zhizhou, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the short and thin child, and when the young man hung his head in a hurry, Chi Zhongyuan looked away again, and turned to say a few words to Zhizhou, and then sent off the guest.

When Wu Mingcheng came back from sending off the guests, he saw that his master was still sitting in the flower hall, looking at the prescription on the table, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Master Hou, what's wrong?"

"None."

Chi Zhongyuan responded indifferently, and after Wu Mingcheng left, he also took out a piece of clear paper with a fragrant wind in his sleeve pocket, unfolded it and put it on the small waist of Huanghuali wood in front of him, the fonts on the two pieces of paper are very different, and the styles are very different.

When the patients in the city first recovered from the cold, it was already the time when the peach blossoms were in full bloom in March, and at this time, the people in Ganzhou City were excited, the people were happy, running to tell each other, every family burned wormwood to get rid of bad luck, and the people wore new clothes to go to the market to celebrate the rest of their lives.

Before leaving, Wu Mingcheng came to report, saying that there were still a few soldiers in the army who had not recovered from the cold, and in order to prevent the recurrence of the epidemic on the way back to the city, he wanted to bring Dr. Ning, who came up with a cure for the cold, to Yizhou together.

Chi Zhongyuan was silent for a moment, and then said coldly, "Yes." ”

The way back to the city was trekking through mountains and rivers, and because he was in a hurry, it could be said that he was marching in a hurry all day, and the officers and men in the army had long been accustomed to such days when the wind came and went, but they didn't feel anything, but Ning Qing's body was already thin and withered, and after a toss at this time, he couldn't help but vomit blood at night.

At the same time, more than 100 soldiers who were already in a hurry to get away from their illness, and some of them had relapsed into old feelings, but they were all groggy and unable to move.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and seeing that it was going to rain, Wu Mingcheng looked at the situation, and then frowned slightly and reported to Chi Zhongyuan, "General, look at the rain in the sky and stop until the day after tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up tomorrow." He also said: "The disciples in the army need to cultivate for the time being, why don't you just rest here?" More than ten miles away from here, there is a barren mountain Taoist temple, which is just suitable for settling. ”

Chi Zhongyuan nodded slightly, and Wu Mingcheng went down to make arrangements, so the group hurried away again, and when the rain fell, they all happened to stay in the mountain Taoist temple.

There are not many rooms in the Taoist temple, only a few halls are also dilapidated, barely able to shelter from the wind and rain, Wu Mingcheng arranged some sick soldiers to stay in the back wings, and the healthy soldiers stayed in the hall overnight.

Ning Qing was undoubtedly assigned to a wing room where more than ten people lived, and immediately excused himself, just saying that it was good to live in a firewood room.

Wu Mingcheng saw that his face was sallow, and his body was weak and thin, as if he would fall down as soon as the wind blew, and he couldn't help but say: "The firewood room is damp, and the roof has collapsed to a corner, which is not suitable for human habitation." And Dr. Ning is sick, and he can't stay in that place for a long time, so it's better to live here, although it is a mixed house, it is more convenient in the end, and there is an discomfort at night, and there are people to help take care of it. ”

Ning Qing's face was embarrassed and repeatedly refused, his attitude was particularly resolute, Wu Mingcheng was not annoyed, but he couldn't help but be suspicious when he looked at Ning Qing's gaze, he only felt that this short doctor Ning couldn't say that it was weird, everyone is a man, so why live together?

However, he didn't think much about it, and because of his status as a doctor, he gave in, and after thinking for a while, he also considered: "Doctor Ning, and later, there is still a room to live in, and I will wait until I ask Master Hou."

Ning Qing hadn't come back to his senses yet, but he saw that Wu Mingcheng had already left quickly, like a loyal and brave marquis, and at this moment, the second lieutenant in charge of logistics came to inform him that the required herbs were in place, and waited for him to go over to guide a few doctors and nurses to help boil the medicine, Ning Qing also gritted his teeth and tried his best to endure the pain and discomfort in his body and followed.

But it was said that Wu Mingcheng returned the resettlement of a number of people to Chi Zhongyuan, but then he did not retreat, the person sitting behind the table held a letter in his hand, raised his eyes like him, his eyes were deep and dark, cold and indifferent, but full of pressure that made people want to prostrate and worship, Wu Mingcheng resisted the urge to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and then said respectfully: "There is still one more thing, which needs the permission of the Hou Ye."

Without waiting for the Marquis Zhongyong to reply, he immediately spoke, "There is still a vacant west wing room in the courtyard, I wonder if I can let Dr. Ning move in?" Slightly embarrassed, he touched his head and said, "Master Hou, Dr. Ning seems to be a little clean, he doesn't like to live with men, and his subordinates see that there is still a room in the courtyard, and it is a pity that it is empty, so it is better to let Dr. Ning go." He couldn't help muttering softly, "Anyway, on the way back, I still need Dr. Ning's help, so it's not good to treat him badly." ”

In this Taoist temple, only this larger courtyard, naturally Wu Mingcheng cleaned up for Zhongyong Hou to live, in addition to a main room in the courtyard, there are still east and west wings, the east wing is his residence, easy to protect at any time, the west wing is vacant and no one lives. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation ......)