Mountains and rivers come into my dreams (29)

Nightingale Road,

"What's the matter?"

Yu Chen let go of her and looked into her eyes quietly,

"Who the hell am I?"

When the nightingale heard this, she laughed, and her bewitching eyes hooked upward,

"You're naturally my childhood sweetheart's fiancé, didn't you already know this?"

YU Chendao,

"But I always felt like I wasn't who you said I was."

The nightingale's eyes slowly raised, faintly revealing a bit of sharpness, and her hand brushed Yu Chen's cheek,

"You are."

"Trust me, I won't lie to you."

Yu Chen looked at her close face, and couldn't help but be in a trance, he seemed to be able to see her when she was young through Nightingale's face now.

Innocent, smiling and smiling, but it was only a moment, and it slipped away from his mind.

The memory seemed distant, vague, so vague that he couldn't remember when it was, how old she was. It is also not known under what circumstances it happened.

A picture suddenly came to his mind, and the young nightingale was desperately calling him to run in the darkness.

And when he was about to escape, he was knocked unconscious from behind by a man and received a sword alive.

The picture flashed by, and the screams of the nightingale seemed to still ring in my ears.

Yu Chen covered his head, and a sharp pain burst out.

The nightingale held Yu Chen,

"What's wrong with you?"

Yu Chen raised his eyes and looked at the nightingale, his eyes were shocked,

"You-"

The nightingale chuckled in her heart, could it be that Zuo Jin's medicine failed?

Yu Chen grabbed the nightingale's arm tightly and muttered,

"Nightingale, run, leave me alone."

The nightingale frowned, and what Yu Chen said made her think of the night cong for a moment.

When she was a teenager, she and Ye Cong entered Nanyue single-handedly, and when she was discovered, Ye Cong said this and forced her to leave.

And after that, the night bush is different.

Ye Cong was no longer close to her, and covered his face with a mask for more than half a year, unwilling to let others see the scars on his face, between her and Ye Cong, since that time, there has been an invisible and untouchable chasm.

At this moment, Yu Chen actually made her feel that he was a little like a night cong.

The nightingale lowered her eyes, probably because the night bush had been gone for too long, and she wanted to be in the night bush.

Yu Chen just looked at the nightingale, his memories were surging, but they were all like a tide, trying to drown him, but he didn't stay.

Is he really the summer in the mouth of the nightingale?

Border.

Most of the Xiqing troops retreated, and there was no power to turn it around, and the Gong family army fought all the way to recapture the city, and won all the way, without any surprise.

Gong Changjue was holding a bowl, the medicinal juice in the bowl was still steaming, she walked up to Chu Ranxuan and handed out the bowl,

"Shizi, drink this."

Chu Ranyu took the bowl, drank it without twisting, and drank it in one gulp without changing his face.

It's just that the medicine is bitter, Gong Changjue tasted it when he was just finished frying, it was almost as bitter as Coptis water, and the soldiers next to him were all hideous when they drank it, and they had to take a big breath after drinking, she saw Chu Ran pouring the medicine like water without changing her face, and her face was a little unbearable.

"Isn't it bitter?"

Chu Ranyu looked at her, her face was as cold and indifferent as usual,

"It's not bitter."

Gong Changjue pinched the bowl and exclaimed,

"You're still the first to say it's not bitter."

Palace Chief Jue turned around and took the bowl back, Shen Ye walked up to Chu Ranxuan and said suspiciously,

"Isn't it bitter?"

"I've heard people say it's very bitter."

Chu Ranxuan's face tightened, and a word came out from between his teeth,

"Bitter."

When Shen Ye heard this, he smiled and blossomed when he was busy,

"Your ice cube face, it turns out that it is also used at the top some times, at least it won't be hideous when you drink medicine. In front of the girl's family, you can save the face of your Chu Shizi. ”

Chu Ranxin looked away and didn't look at Shen Ye.

Shen Ye Dao,

"When Miss Gong brings it over, I will taste and see how bitter it is, as for one or two, those in my account say that this medicine is terrible."

Hearing this, Chu Ranxin turned his gaze back and looked at Shen Ye coldly.

Shen Ye sweated on his forehead,

"No, I'll get it myself, I'll take it myself."

Chu Ranxuan hummed lightly.

The palace chief jue held a large plate full of medicine bowls, and handed the bowls to the passing soldiers one by one.

"Have you ever drunk medicine?"

"Never."

"Take a bowl."

"Have you ever drunk medicine?"

"Drunk."

"Really drunk?"

"Yes."

Her hair swayed lightly in the wind, her eyes flowed like spring water, her lips opened lightly, and she asked softly one by one. Gong Changjue didn't notice it, but just asked seriously one by one.

When he walked to Chu Ranxuan's side, there happened to be one bowl left, and Shen Ye greeted him and took the bowl.

"Thank you."

Gong Changjue smiled,

"You're welcome."

Shen Ye took a sip and almost squirted out,

"What's in here, so bitter?"

Gong Changjue shook his head,

"The medicine was boiled by Dr. Zhu, and I didn't pay attention to the medicinal materials, but after all, it is a good medicine to strengthen the body and prevent epidemics, and it is normal to have a bitter taste."

"General Shen, you might as well drink it."

Shen Ye looked at the black, yellow, black and yellow medicinal juice, pinched his nose, and poured it down in one breath.

But I also felt astringent in my throat, this medicine was too bitter.

This Xiqing can't do anything, but the plague is rampant, and it actually spreads to the Great Zhou.

Na Xiqing's soldiers themselves were sick and passed the disease to them, but now it is good, they have to drink this medicine if they are not sick or sick.

This medicine does not taste like a good medicine, but more like a poison.

Chu Ran said,

"Now that Xiqing is too busy to take care of himself, even the three princes have been infected with the plague, and it will definitely cause an uproar in the future, and it will be possible to prevent it in the future."

Shen Ye Dao,

"But didn't you say that the plague of the three princes of Xiqing was caused by Lord Guan?"

Chu Ran said,

"Then there has to be a source of the plague."

Gong Changjue took the bowl from Shen Ye's hand,

"No matter what you do, whether you don't forget what you do or not, it's always when the plague breaks out, it's better to be careful."

Shen Ye's mouth was bitter, uncomfortable, and the bitter taste seemed to be unable to dissipate, hovering in his mouth all the time.

"Do you want to drink this medicine tomorrow?"

The palace chief put the bowl on the large plate,

"There are not so many medicinal herbs left, and there are still many people who have not drunk the medicine, and they will not be issued again until the day after tomorrow."

When Shen Ye heard this, he only felt that he would have the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Palace Chief Jue handed the plate to Shen Ye,

"Trouble General Shen to take these things back to the medicine account for me."

Shen Ye took it briskly.

Gong Changjue suddenly remembered that when they met Shen Ye for the first time, they met across the barrier on a blind date, and at that time, Shen Ye said that he refused and pulled a poem, which was so euphemistic. And now, every time she sees Shen Ye, she can see Shen Ye's various real and unpretentious expressions, and her speech is no longer crepe and crepe.

Gong Changjue sighed secretly, this battlefield has changed too much.

I don't know if Sister Shen still felt that he was handsome and elegant when she saw this Shen Gongzi again.

Gong Changjue looked up at Chu Ranxin and stood beside Chu Ranxing,

"Let's go."

Chu Ranxin snorted and walked side by side with her.

Gong Changjue and Chu Ranyu passed by the streets of the city, and on the streets, broken lanterns hung rickely, and worn-out paper kites were hung on the doors, accumulating a thick layer of dust.

Due to the rain that has just fallen, the bluestone pavement has taken on a deep color.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one on the road, Palace Changjue took Chu Ranyu's hand.

Chu Ranxuan naturally interlocked her fingers.

The palace chief said,

"The people of Qingzhou are now running away, but they will come back one day, and I don't know how they should feel when they see their homes become what they are now."

Chu Ranxuan said lightly,

"We're going to help them rebuild it all, and they're not going to be alone."

The palace chief smiled,

"I saw a book in the Queen Mother's library before."

"It's about disaster relief."

Chu Ran's eyes moved,

"What's the catch?"

Gong Changjue nodded,

"Yes."

"There's a reason why the Empress Dowager is called the Empress Virtuous."

"Among the disaster relief methods mentioned in that book, there is one that can be solved completely by itself without harming the treasury and the court, and it can be implemented without a single soldier."

Chu Ranxin asked,

"How?"

Gong Changjue was silent for a moment, and then said slowly,

"Kill the rich and help the poor."

Chu Ranxuan frowned,

"How to kill the rich and help the poor."

The palace chief said,

According to the Empress Dowager's idea, the meaning of killing the rich and helping the poor is to kill the big landlord of a place and transfer all the property he has to the local people. So that the local people have land to rely on, and have money to live by. ”

Gong Changjue accidentally stepped on the wood on the ground, and the soles of his feet slipped, and Chu Ran hurriedly caught her.

Gong Changjue stood up straight,

"I'm fine, don't be nervous."

Palace Chief Jue looked behind Chu Ranxuan, and his expression suddenly felt a little surprised.

Chu Ranxuan followed her line of sight and saw that in the dark room with the door open, a man with a disheveled hair was shivering inside.

It can be vaguely seen that the clothes worn are silk satin.

It's just this place, how can anyone wear ayara?

The palace chief jue pulled Chu Ran's hand,

"There are still people living here?"

Chu Ranxuan just fixed his eyes and looked at the trembling figure.

The palace chief said,

"I heard that the people of the city have long since left."

"Even if you haven't left, after these vicious battles, you should have gone to the barracks to seek support, or you have already suffered casualties from the war. How could they live not far from the city walls? ”

Palace Chief Jue let go of Chu Ranxuan's hand and stepped forward to ask,

"Are you alright?"

The man was shaking, his messy hair covering most of his face.

Gong Changjue squatted down and asked patiently,

"Are you the one who lives here?"

Although the man was still trembling, he raised his head and glanced at the palace chief.

There is fear in his eyes, and there is irrepressible hope.

It was a woman about thirty years old.

Seeing that Gong Changjue was dressed neatly and neatly, and his bearing was not like that of ordinary people, the woman suddenly grabbed Gong Changjue's arm and said hurriedly,

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

"I am the wife of the county master, as long as you help me, I promise to let you be blessed by my husband."

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