The atmosphere in the harem is treacherous, Concubine Qin is about to get rid of the queen, Lan Junyao is on guard against her everywhere, not letting her have half a chance to take advantage of it, the only thing she can't rest assured in her heart is Brother Qingyue who is far away in Jianghuai. Fortunately, with Beiruo's cousin and uncle and others protecting him, he should be careful not to go wrong.

She was pregnant with a child in her womb, and now that Concubine Qin knew about it, if she made up her mind to pay attention to the child in her womb, it would be a real headache.

Lan Junyao's worries were not unreasonable, just when they were all guessing what crazy move Qin Guifei would make next, she stretched out her minions to Lan Qingyue, who was far away in Jianghuai.

The water is lingering, under the rainy weather of a month, the Jianghuai area has encountered a rare waterlogging disaster in a hundred years, the Wanli area is only faintly visible bare tree tops, the ancient trees that the two people originally hugged together were uprooted from the ground under the washing of the water, the mountains and rocks collapsed, and the mountain soil mixed with the water roared downward.

The water is mixed with sand and stones, some people are not in a hurry to flee, leaving their lives in the torrent forever, all the homestays have been washed away, the number of casualties has not been counted, I don't know how many people have disappeared forever in this flood, and the people in the Jianghuai area have moved to their temporary places three times.

Lan Qingyue and his party stood on a high ground, not far behind him, there were people living temporarily, a few not thick branches and a mud-stained bed sheet became their home, the noise of the young son and the old woman's pleading were intertwined, and there was mourning everywhere among the people.

The relief of the imperial court is still on the way, the army of grain and grass has not come for a long time, the situation has become more and more severe in the past few days, the epidemic has appeared among the people, and the corpses of their loved ones have been burned to ashes, and the people have almost fallen into despair.

The roaring torrent is mixed with the momentum of ten thousand jun, the whirlpool in the water is connected, the water is still rising, the torrential rain has not stopped for a moment, an oil-paper umbrella can't cover the rain, Lan Qingyue has been standing here for an hour.

The body of the little man holding the umbrella behind him had a tendency to topple, and in the interval between the next gust of wind, the thin oil-paper umbrella in his hand staggered, spun to the side, fell in the torrent, and soon disappeared.

Lan Qingyue was instantly poured cold, he didn't care about this, and hurriedly squatted down to look at the little guy who fell to the ground. Two fingers lifted his eyelids, his lower eyelids were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, and his breathing became long and full, as if in the next moment, he would be here forever.

An oil-paper umbrella was put over his head again, the hand holding the handle of the umbrella was distinctly jointed, and the skin on his hand was like a boiled egg white, he looked at the little man on the ground and said, "Another one infected with the plague." ”

As soon as the servants on both sides heard this, they wanted Lan Qingyue to pull away from him, the plague was fiercer than a tiger, and they finally felt the power of this sentence in the past few days. The person who was still alive and well yesterday has become like him after only one night's work, and his breath is dying.

And the population of the disaster area is concentrated, the people gather together, the draft water and rain are mixed together, and the excrement cannot be disposed of in time, so that the spread of the plague is becoming more and more violent, since the first person with the plague was found, but in two days, nearly 1,000 people have been infected.

Jianghuai was originally the second largest city in the Dongling Empire, and the spring weather made the people here more and more, and the city has many rivers, close to the big river, and the developed water transportation makes it the second largest trading city in Gyeonggi. Three years of Qing Governor's Mansion, 100,000 snowflakes of silver, is talking about Jianghuai.

The amount of taxes paid by Jianghuai to the imperial court every year is the sum of the other small cities, and the profits brought by the merchants to and from the merchants are only 10% to fill the money.

After this flood, the development of Jianghuai in recent years was completely wiped out, and even the county guard of Jianghuai was killed when the previous torrent hit, and the position of the second city of Jianghuai was no longer guaranteed.

After the flood came, the weather in Jianghuai also changed, and the people in single clothes could not resist the cold invasion, and they were drenched in the rain, and they shivered and curled up in their own temporary tents, and the family hugged together to keep warm. It pitied the young children, who had no cure for their fever, and even desperate women threw their silent children into the torrent with their arms in their arms.

The mountains in the distance seemed to be low and small dirt slopes at this time, and the sound of prayers came into Lan Qingyue's ears, he closed his eyes, waved his hand, and someone stepped forward to send the plague-infected little guy to the forbidden area to take care of it.

Although she knew that imprisoning these people infected with the plague would be equivalent to sentencing them to death, Lan Qingyue had to do this, if she allowed them to stay in the gathering place of the people, it would only make the infection more and more violent.

"How long can our food last?" Lan Qingyue faced the torrent, her eyes were closed, and she only heard the sound of waves crashing on the shore, mixed with the sound of trees breaking.

"Three days at most. Huang Beiruo replied instead of Xiao Xiao, he was only entrusted by Lan Junyao to protect him before, and although he encountered many ambushes along the way, he still arrived at Jianghuai safely.

The situation here is far more serious than what the emperor heard, and those important officials of the court did not hesitate to conceal the disaster for the sake of their own merits, for fear that the black veil on their heads would not be protected. Rao is Huangbei's tenacity is tough, and when he sees Jianghuai for the first time, he can't bear to open his eyes and look at it.

The excerpt requesting the posthumous dispatch of disaster relief materials was sent to Gyeonggi as early as the first day of Lan Qingyue's arrival, and the money allocated by the imperial court had not arrived for a long time. Even so, it didn't last eight days.

Since Lan Qingyue and his entourage borrowed grain and grass, the gates of the two cities have been tightly closed, one is afraid that a large number of refugees will pour into the city and affect their political performance, but they are afraid that Lan Qingyue will "borrow" grain again. Without the emperor's holy decree, opening a warehouse and releasing grain without authorization is a big crime to kill their heads, they can't flinch, and Lan Qingyue has been unable to bring back a grain of grain when he sends people several times.

Huang Beiruo glanced at the people lying in the heavy rain, and there was a trace of unbearability in his eyes. They kowtowed in the direction of the torrent, and the mud mixed with the rain stained their hair and faces, tears and muddy water rolled down, and they muttered: "O water dragon king, Jianghuai has been punished too severely, please be merciful and give us a way to live." ”

The people seemed to be tireless, the food they were reluctant to eat was placed on the ground, some of the musty sky was swollen by the rain, and people kept kneeling in front of this humble "sacrifice", which was really moving.

The closed eyes opened suddenly, Lan Qingyue's gaze seemed to shoot through the turbid torrent in front of her, if the situation was allowed to develop, I was afraid that in less than three days, the plague would spread throughout the Jianghuai region, and then it would be truly powerless.

Next to the temporarily built embankment, bags of soil were piled up, and the water gradually overflowed the bottom bag, and some people carried new bags on top of the original mud bags, among these people, there were many people in the Jianghuai area, mostly young and middle-aged men, together with the army brought by Lan Qingyue, regardless of the danger that the embankment might burst at any time, and used their flesh and blood to protect the people behind them.

He Lan Qingyuehe once gave up lightly, but now it is just a small waterlogging, let him give up the people here, he can't do it. The herbs must arrive tomorrow at the latest, and the already weak people are short of food, if there is no backup of the herbs, even he will be buried in this land together.

He didn't tell anyone else about his decision, doing such a thing was a matter of losing his head, although it was the only way to cut it first and then play it in extraordinary times, but this matter was too risky, and if the emperor blamed him in the future, he was afraid that he would implicate others.

On the way back to the tent, someone hugged his child and knelt down in front of him, the child in her arms was only a year old, her little face was burned red, and a thin layer of skin rose on her dry lips, she said to him with tears in her eyes: "My lord, we know that you are a good official, but the emperor was deceived by the demon concubine and put us in disregard. ”

What he said at the time, he only vaguely remembered two sentences: "The court has not given up on you, just now my personal guards came to report, the army escorting the herbs will arrive tomorrow, everyone is holding on, and there will be medicine tomorrow." ”

There were bursts of cheers among the people, and the woman kneeling before him hugged the child in her arms, her eyes revealing ecstasy, and she kissed the child's chapped lips, so excited that she could not stop crying.

Then he didn't remember how he got back to the big tent, his body automatically blocked his five senses, he was the only one in the tent, his face swelled with some bitterness, where there were any messengers, Gyeonggi didn't know when he would be able to send the herbs, so comforting the people, the thought in his heart became more firm.

The people who followed him, including Huang Beiruo, watched the people put on their faces of hope again, and the eyes on their dirty faces became brighter and brighter, although they knew the cruel truth, they were unwilling to tell them at this time.

The corner of the curtain was lifted, and a guard in light armor took a look inside the big tent, and when he saw Lan Qingyue's straight gaze, he was shocked, and he was about to take off the cone hat tied to his head, but found that his eyes were motionless, and he was stunned.

The guard tiptoed into the big tent, first walked around Lan Qingyue twice, and seeing that he was still distracted, he put his steps a little heavier, and deliberately kicked the tables and chairs while walking, but he still didn't react to such a big movement.

The guard thought about it, walked up to him from behind Lan Qingyue, stared at him face to face, lifted the black veil hanging from the cone hat with one hand, and dangled it in front of his eyes with the other. Who knew that the hand was just out, and the person who had not reacted quickly reached out and buckled it on her vein, and used her two fingers lightly, and she screamed out with a "whoop".

Successfully recalled Lan Qingyue's thoughts, and said in surprise to the little guard in front of him who had been carefully disguised, "Why are you here?"