Chapter Ninety-Eight

Floating corpses are everywhere

A light rain poured down overnight, and the air smelled of earth.

Early in the morning, Ling Qiu sent the imperial doctor back to the disaster relief team, and several people hit the road again.

After the rain, the puddles piled up on the road splashed under the horse's hooves, and the mountains were a little cold, Song Li stopped at the place where he was attacked last night, the body was moved, and the blood stains on the ground were also washed away by the heavy rain, only the slightest smell of blood in the air could prove what happened last night.

"Master, there are a lot of footprints here, it looks like those people have just left!"

Lian Bi squatted not far from Song Xiang's front, looking down at the chaotic footprints in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly.

Song Li drove forward immediately, her eyes were slightly cold, it seemed that the group of people had been waiting for them in the mountains for a night, but fortunately she did not choose to rush into the mountains.

"Let's go."

Song Li raised his head and looked around the mountains, and said lightly.

Everyone drove on the road again, and because of Jing Yan's injury, several people slowed down and finally arrived in Jing County before nightfall.

"Lian Bi, you go find a carriage now, prepare some herbs and food, Jing Yan is injured now, riding a horse is not good for his injury, you can act as a groom for a while during this time."

Jing Yan is injured now, and riding a horse will affect his recovery and reduce their speed, but it is impossible to leave Jing Yan alone, so he can only let him ride in the carriage for the time being.

"Yes!"

Lian Bi was quickly ordered to retreat.

Song Liren called water, took a comfortable bath, and rested early.

The next day they continued southward, and the farther south they went, the worse the situation became.

Victims continue to pour in the direction of the capital.

Approaching Jinyang, it is even more jaw-dropping, the low-lying 10,000 acres of fields are all submerged, the mountains and forests are destroyed by stone flows, the water flows over the calves, and the floating corpses are all over the field and no one takes care of them.

The sky was dark and oppressive, and from time to time there was a strong wind blowing, which was mixed with the moans of women and children, the cries of children, this hellish situation on earth, like a boulder pressing on Song Qi's head, made her a little breathless.

Or the death is too heavy, and the horse is frightened and keeps neighing as if it wants to flee, and it seems to be mourning for the dead people.

Song Li's hand holding the reins trembled slightly, her pupils continued to expand, and her eyes were full of horror, "How can this be ......" Her voice trembled inaudibly.

Jing Yan lifted the curtain and got down from the carriage, and when he saw the floating corpse not far away, his eyes tightened and his lips pursed into a line.

"Why don't you go to the city?"

Song Li immediately stepped forward, looked at the young man lying on the ground in rags, with his head and face covered in mud, and asked in a low voice.

"I can't get in, the city gates are closed,......" the young man said weakly, then lifted his eyelids and glanced at Song Li, his eyes fell on her brocade clothes embroidered with unicorns, and he suddenly became interested, got up from the ground with his hands and feet, patted the soil that had dried up piece by piece, and his eyes were shining, "You are from Beijing, right?" ”

Song Li nodded, looking at the swollen and skinny young man under his eyes, his voice was slightly raised, "Can't you enter the city?" ”

"yes!" The young man sighed and scratched his head, "Now Jinyang City can only go out and not enter, there are officers and soldiers guarding the city gate, and all the nearby villagers are stopped outside the city. ”

"What about King Pingyang?"

Song Li's gaze sank inch by inch, at the moment of the disaster, the king of Pingyang, as a vassal king, not only did not assist the local officials in managing the disaster, but also turned the victims out of the city and let them die and be injured, which is really chilling!

"Heh......" The young man laughed sarcastically, his bright eyes dyed with a bit of hatred, "It's that the King of Pingyang ordered the city to be closed, and you still count on him?" ”

"How many people are around?"

Song Li took out a piece of flatbread from the package and threw it into the young man's arms, his eyes looking around.

"I don't know."

When the young man saw the flatbread, his eyes lit up, he took the flatbread and took a big bite, as if he wanted to stuff his hand into his mouth, he quickly ate two mouthfuls and said vaguely.

"Lianbi, you lead people to gather all the nearby disaster victims here!"

"Ling Qiu, you immediately report the situation here to the crown prince now!"

"The rest of the people are divided into two groups, one group quickly goes to investigate the road conditions ahead, and if there is a disaster, all the people are gathered together, waiting for my order!"

"Let's go find something edible now!"

Song Li gave a few orders with a look on his face.

Jing Yan and her people acted instantly.

Hearing the prince, the young man instantly seemed to see a savior, "You mean the prince is here?" The boy asked in shock, his face full of disbelief.

"Hmm." Song Li nodded, "I still have disaster relief materials, you don't have to go hungry." ”

"The emperor is wise, the prince is wise!"

The young man knelt down with a puff and kept kowtowing in the direction of the capital.

Song Li looked at the young man's appearance, and felt very uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the sourness in her heart, and slowly walked towards the floating corpses.

"Song Commander ......"

Jing Yan looked at Song Li's appearance of moving the corpse and shouted in surprise.

Song Li didn't hear it, and moved the corpse to the trunk one by one.

Jing Yan hesitated for a moment and quickly followed, joining in.

"My lord, I'll just do this kind of thing!"

The young man finished eating the flatbread in two or three times, wiped his oily face and ran towards Song Li shouting.

The three of them continued to salvage the corpse soaked in the water, and after a while, Song Li's brocade clothes were wet.

Looking at the corpses stacked on the ground, Song Li's heart was extremely heavy, she didn't care about her clothes being soaked, she sat down cross-legged in front of the corpses, and whispered in her mouth to recite the Sutra of Saving Suffering from the Past Life for these people.

In the evening, Lian Bi came back with a group of unkempt old and weak women and children, and Song Li happened to have finished reciting the scriptures a hundred times.

Looking at this group of haggard-faced, even dead-faced victims, Song Xuan continued to surge, if she still had concerns about killing the King of Pingyang before, then at this time she only had one thought, kill him!

The guards who went out in search of food only returned with some wild fruits and vegetables and game meat that had died in the flood, which was quite a lot, but it was not enough for so many people.

Song Li made an extremely difficult decision with hundreds of pairs of pleading and complaining eyes, "The child before the age of fourteen stepped forward to receive the food first, the parents who couldn't walk stepped forward to receive the food with their children in their arms, and the rest stood still!" ”

As soon as these words came out, there were voices in the crowd that instantly objected.

"Why! We are also human and we haven't eaten for a few days! Why give it to your child first! ”

The first to speak was a middle-aged man with a thief-eyed eyebrow, wearing shoes on one foot and barefoot on the other.

"Take him down!"

Song Li was too lazy to waste time with him, and directly ordered to arrest people.

"Why are you arresting me!"

"If you don't want to die, shut up honestly!" Song Li's eyes sank, and he looked at the man fiercely, his eyes like knives.

Ling Qiu stepped forward to hold the man, raised his hand and slapped him on the head fiercely, and said viciously: "Here is your share of speaking?" You're half buried in the dirt and you're fighting with a bunch of kids, and you're not ashamed! ”

The man kept swearing in his mouth, constantly condolences to Song Li's parents and relatives, listening to the man's unbearable scolding, Song Li's thumb swept over the hilt of the sword, and the sword was half a foot away from the sheath in an instant.

Seeing this, the man instantly closed his mouth, and his frightened body began to tremble.

"Fellow villagers, this is an adult from Beijing, the emperor has sent the prince to relieve the disaster, and when the disaster relief team arrives, everyone will have something to eat, so listen to the arrangement of the adults!"

The young man saw that someone in the crowd was moved by the man's words, so he couldn't help but stand up and say loudly.

Hearing this, the commotion of the crowd instantly became excited.

The children lined up to get food from the guards, Song Li Baojian stood aside, she thought for a moment and quickly said to Lian Bi in a deep voice: "You burn the fire now to roast those wild things." ”

"Yes! Command! ”

Lianbi quickly walked to the side of the dry ground and started to make a fire.

The wild fruit was quickly distributed.

A little girl about three years old attracted Song Li's attention.

The little girl's face was flat, and what attracted her was her eyebrows, which were disorganized like withered grass.

Her parents are bleak, and they are the death of both parents.

At this time, she was holding the wild fruit and eating it carefully, and a pair of bright eyes kept looking around, as if she was afraid that someone would come to rob her.

"What about your parents?"

Song Li walked to the little girl and slowly squatted down, raised his hand to wipe the mud stains off her face, and asked in a low voice.

"They all went to heaven."

The little girl began to resist Song Li's approach, but found that Song Li did not snatch the wild fruit in her hand, and thought that Song Li had someone share it for her, so she relaxed her guard and said in a crisp voice.

Song Qian sank suddenly, raised his hand and rubbed her face, "Do you still have relatives?" ”

"Yes!" The little girl nodded, looked up and thought about it, and quickly said, "I still have my father and mother, and when they come back from heaven, I will have relatives!" ”

Looking at the innocent appearance of the little girl, Song Li's heart became more and more sour, such a big child's cognition of death still exists only in the sky, she is still stupidly waiting for her parents to come to her, but she doesn't know that her parents will never come back.

"Then, will you follow me before your father and mother come to pick you up?"

Song Wei hugged the little girl tightly in his arms and asked in a gentle voice.

"Will you always give me fruit to eat?"

The little girl snuggled in Song Li's arms, only feeling that Song Li's arms were unusually warm, as if she had returned to her mother's arms, she gently raised her chin and looked at the mask on Song Li's face, her bright eyes were full of longing.

"I'll give you rice to eat today!"

Song Li hugged the little girl's hand tightly.

"Then I'll follow you."

Hearing the rice, the little girl's eyes lit up, and she nodded heavily and her forehead hit the mask, but she didn't feel any pain and laughed happily.

Jing Yan looked at this warm scene, his eyes shook a little, and something seemed to be quietly sprouting in his heart.

"What's your name?"

Song Li gently stroked the top of the little girl's hair, and his voice was unusually gentle.