When Jiang Linglong opened the ice coffin, the soldiers and horses of the Pingnan Army in the south of the city were still sleeping quietly.

Chen Ke's body had decomposed beyond recognition, and the white bones on his arms were faintly visible.

In just five days, the outdoor temperature is so low, and it is still in an ice coffin, how is it possible?!

She put on a smock and a pair of cowhide gloves, and told everyone to cover their faces and stand on the side, leaving a good job to help her turn the corpse.

Chen Ke said that he had a leopard-shaped tattoo on his waist. She wanted to see it with her own eyes.

Lianggong wanted to reach out and hold Chen Ke's shoulder and turn his upper body first, but when he put his hand down, he let out a sigh and looked at Jiang Linglong in shock.

In fact, even if he hadn't done anything, such a corpse would have been enough to make people stunned.

The surrounding fast catchers were surprised, but it was the city lord who was present and swallowed the cry of his throat.

When he shouted, everyone probed to see what was going on.

Jiang Linglong went to look at his palm.

A handful of mushy minced meat. There's still some skin hanging on it.

She tried to lift Chen Ke's upper arm.

Grasping the person's upper arm and lifting it slightly, the ulna and radius rose with the trend, and the flesh and bone were separated.

She let go of her hand, and there was also a mess of rotten flesh in her palm.

Then you can't see anything.

She raised her eyebrows and reached out to probe Chen Ke's chest directly.

Without the aid of any tools, the entire palm of his hand was easily inserted into his ribcage.

There was a slight grinding sound.

She probed inside for a while, her eyes grim, and then went to open his abdomen with her bare hands.

This time, everyone shouted.

There are no other organs in the abdomen, hollow, and they are supported by a piece of skin on the stomach. The skin is broken, and it sinks down like a collapse, and there is no trace of the stomach, liver, kidneys, or intestines in the blurred flesh and blood.

Jiang Linglong stood up, took off her cowhide gloves and threw them into the coffin. The waiter helped her take off her gown and threw her in.

She looked around, but was silent.

The whole process is shocking. A few scribes forced themselves to vomit, and the others were also pale.

Jiang Linglong's face was even more like a great enemy.

She thought it was smallpox or chickenpox or something, and she thought she could find a way.

But this one in front of me -- it's bacterial.

In the living record, the only intersection between Zhang Qiming and Kuang Yu recently is the Chen Ke case. The two spent the whole day together arranging investigations.

Presumably they have also examined the corpses together.

What about the work?

He had the most contact with corpses, so symptoms appeared earlier? Is this based on constitution?

But how to spread it?

If you can be infected just by talking to each other through the air, then these people in the barracks are not the only ones who are sick and have fallen down.

She looked up in thought and saw that everyone was waiting for her to speak.

"The coffin was sent to Yizhuang, and together with the corpse of the man, the entire Yizhuang was burned."

"Huh?" Tongzhi on the side was a little hesitant, although the other party was the lord of the fiefdom, but he didn't even leave a corpse to others, it was inevitably a little too much, he was afraid that he would not be able to be buried, and he would be locked by the unjust ghost, "Your Highness, this is not appropriate, right?" ”

She saw that Tongzhi took the initiative to come up, and happened to catch him, "Let me ask you, is there a beacon smoke on the beacon tower to spread the news that there is a plague in the Luo River in various regions?" ”

The same knowledge is horrified.

The way he looked before, he was completely reflexed, and his feet moved back half a step.

"It's not the Pingnan army that poisoned it, it's the plague in the city, which started from Chen Ke." Jiang Linglong is concise.

"Lockdown the city is under martial law, the whole city has a curfew, so that those who can do things in the yamen are covered and go out to play gongs in the neighborhood, implement a separate meal system, pay attention to the disinfection of tableware, dishes and chopsticks, and must not be mixed."

"Spread the word to the city guards, light the beacon tower, and the plague of the Luohe River."

"The city gates were given more men, and no one was allowed to go out. Those who violate the order will sit together with the clan and be immediately beheaded. ”

"These corpses were all put in coffins and sent to Yizhuang to be burned."

After she finished speaking, she stared at Tongzhi who was stunned, "Is there any more questions?" ”

“…… Burn," the man stabilized his panic, "This is what the next official is going to do, burn, it must be burned clean!" ”

Jiang Linglong bowed her head and walked out.

Xue Ancheng followed, and now he can't say a word.

He didn't expect that what he was attacking today was a plague city.

I didn't expect a woman to make a quick decision.

Unexpectedly, she directly lit a beacon cigarette and sent a message to the entire Gu Han.

Xue An followed beside her, and saw that her face did not ease in the slightest.

"Your Highness, where are we going now?"

Jiang Linglong got on the chariot, and the number of horses in front of her had increased to four.

"Nothing to do." She was concise and to the point, with anger in her eyes.

……

In the Tiger Palace, Zhao Yingxi was holding a bowl of white fungus soup, holding a spoon in one hand, and slowly stirring it clockwise in the soup. She didn't take a bite, just stared at the whirlpool that slowly stirred up in the soup, and the corners of her mouth smiled.

On the night of the third watch, Si Huang practiced calligraphy next to her.

Other than that, there is no one around.

Her jade onion-like fingers pinched the top of the spoon weakly, looking leisurely, and there was a sudden movement outside, her ears moved, stopped moving, and the whirlpool gradually subsided.

"Mother." Jiang Linglong was pushed into the hall by Orange Moon, and neither of them wore cloth toveils on their faces.

Zhao Yingxi withdrew her eyes from the white fungus soup, she put the bowl, raised her hand on the table, supported her cheek with one hand, and looked at Jiang Linglong with a smile, without meaning to get up.

"The county lord is here."

Si Huang is still practicing calligraphy. The word "epidemic" is being written one by one. He didn't look up to say hello.

Jiang Linglong looked around and retracted her gaze.

"Where's the antidote?" She asked her directly.

Zhao Yingxi took out a paper bag from the placket and lit up in front of Jiang Linglong.

"The county lord has nothing else, do you want to ask the palace?"

"There are a lot of questions I want to ask, but it's important to save people." Jiang Linglong asked Orange Moon to get it.

Zhao Yingxi also gave it generously.

She watched people take it over, as if chatting with people about family life and New Year's gifts, and apologized to Jiang Linglong, "There is only this one." It was originally reserved for Xian'er. Give it to you, and he will be gone. ”

Temperament, down and generous. It's hateful.

"The antidote for this one person alone, you can choose for yourself."

Jiang Linglong took it from Orange Moon and put it in the placket.

"My dad isn't here, if it's itchy, you can try."

She didn't believe that the stone steps were so narrow at the beginning, and Zhao Yingxi didn't have martial arts to go around Si Zheng's side from behind her.

"Try what? The county lord took his things and walked away. Huang'er still has to learn calligraphy, don't teach him to be distracted. ”

Jiang Linglong moved her gaze from Zhao Yingxi's nonchalant face to Si Huang.

"Akira." She said, "Come here." ”

Si Huang stopped.

Zhao Yingxi gritted his back teeth.

After a pause, he resumed writing.

A whole sheet of "epidemic" is written.

He took the paper again and began to write new words.

It is written "dead".

"Si Huang." Jiang Linglong accentuated her tone, "This palace asked you to come over." ”

This time, he was unmoved.

With his head down, he put down his pen much faster than before.

"Orange Moon."

Jiang Linglong pouted. Orange Moon should be, and walked towards Si Huang.

"Your Royal Highness, the slave is rude." As he spoke, he was going to take Si Huang's hand.

Zhao Yingxi took the case and changed his face.