It's so empty. Meng Yining walked aside, muttering to herself.

Everyone wore a light white veil, even if it was a thin layer, but it was enough to comfort the fear in their hearts. The tall house in front of it has clear green tiles with clear eaves that are different from those in the royal palace. New sprouts sprouted from the surrounding trees, which was obviously much warmer than in the sun, but Meng Yining's heart cooled down little by little.

"What about the history of thorns here? Why didn't you come to greet you? She asked, looking back.

Jing Chi didn't know either, and frowned, "Go on." ”

The group walked along the empty street to the Thorn Mansion, and the door was full of birds, but the grass and trees were neatly rested. Zhang Jiu knocked on the door, there was no response inside, he knocked hard, and seemed to hear the sound of someone running over, but he stopped at the door again, not daring to open the door.

Zhang Jiu was angry, "His Royal Highness the Prince of Great Xia is here, how can you be sneaky here?" ”

The man heard a strong voice and hurriedly opened the door. I saw that the man's expression was weak, his eyes were sunken, and there was a huge black spot on his left cheek, the size of a fist. He looked forward tremblingly. When Zhang Jiu saw his appearance, he thought of the corpses on the side of the road, and crossed his hand.

The man understood Zhang Jiu's meaning, but explained loudly: "I am not sick, I am not sick...... his voice was a little aggrieved, even though his cheeks were already thin and looked overthinking, but his eyes were still bright, like a flame burning.

He made a gesture of please.

Meng Yining was about to help Jing Chi step forward, but Zhang Jiu said sharply: "Wait, what about you stabbing Lord Shi?" ”

The man's mouth opened, his eyes lowered to regain his composure, and he calmly replied, "Dead ......"

Jing Chi's eyes sank, and he looked at the mansion through the gorgeous door frame, and the Zhulan Jade Tower inside was very beautiful. It's just that there are no more people. He asked, "How did you die?" ”

"Sick." The man laughed neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I just passed away the night before." Destiny...... This is destiny...... Destiny cannot be violated! He laughed miserably.

"What do you mean by that?" Jing Chi asked.

The man saluted respectfully, "His Royal Highness, people began to die more than a month ago, and Lord Assassin Shi didn't want to take care of it, and he also blocked the news. It wasn't until the situation was out of control that someone was sent to send a letter to Chengping. If those people had been healed well, they probably would not have led to the situation they are in today, but the poor ones who were sick were gathered alive in one courtyard, starving to death, dying of disease...... Rats crawled through cracks in the walls and gnawed at their corpses. There are more and more people who are sick, a month ago, Xiantao was busy, and this place was like a city, but now it is deserted, and Lord Thorn Shi has also died of illness, and the body is still in the hall in the backyard waiting to be buried. He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Look, villain, this city is about to be gone." The people in the city are already leaving, fleeing, and Xiantao no longer has what it once was. ”

"You're the housekeeper in this house?"

"I'm just a guest of Lord Assassin."

The man sighed again, "Hurry up, Lord Shizi, get out of this hell quickly." ”

Jing Chi stretched out his right hand and patted him on the shoulder. The man's eyes widened, probably for the first time in a few days that someone had touched him. He couldn't speak, his eyes suddenly became rosy, and he bowed his hand: "Lord Shizi, take care all the way." ”

Jing Chi looked at his thin shoulders, and suddenly a different emotion flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a deep voice: "Sir, you can go to the palace with me, I still have important things that Mr. needs to explain in detail." "Jing Chi is polite, and it is easy to reassure people when he speaks without changing his full tone.

The man nodded incredulously and replied, "No." ”

Zhang Jiu helped Jingchi to turn around and get into the car, and the group went to the Xia Wangxing Palace not far away. Xiantao Mountain is beautiful, and when the winter is cold in previous years, Xia Wang always likes to come here to rest. The water here is clear and flows all the way to Chengping. The peach blossoms on both sides of the strait are sprinkled with willows in spring, and the air is filled with the sweet and greasy aroma of peach blossoms.

Now a few branches have bloomed, but they are not as glamorous as they used to be.

The palace was deserted, and the guards guarding the palace opened the door, as if they hadn't seen strangers for a long time, they were a little surprised, and hurriedly arranged them one after another. In order to ensure the safety of Jingchi, Zhang Jiuyi checked whether there were any sick people in the palace, and then asked the group to settle down.

Meng Yining, Jing Chi and the little gentleman sat opposite each other in the room, the sunlight poured in, and the white robe on the outside of the girl revealed the pink butterfly on the skirt.

The maid poured tea and hurriedly retreated, Jing Chi looked at the gentleman's thin shoulders and asked in a low voice, "Dare to ask Mr., but is it a baby disease?" ”

The man smiled, was slightly stunned, and nodded: "It's exactly below." ”

"Mr. Zeng Wen's name is now here. I heard that he has been obsessed with books since he was a child, and he wrote poems at the age of 12 and became famous all over the world. At a young age, he entered the Wei State as an official, and lived in seclusion in the mountains after the death of the King of Wei. Why did you see Mr. in Xiantao at this time? Jing Chi held the hand of the infant and couldn't restrain his excitement.

He had heard of the name of the baby's disease, and it was said that he had a large dark spot on the left cheek, so he named it the word "disease", which means that there are words in the name, and the hit can be dispensed with. Ying Jian used to be loyal to assist the King of Wei, but unfortunately his youngest son was on the throne, and he couldn't look down on him at such a young age to scold Fang Xuan, so everyone was excluded and expelled from Wei.

Facing the hot gaze, Ying Ji said slowly: "After the death of King Wei, I stayed away from the court and the opposition, lived in Xiantao, and lived incognito between the mountains and rivers. Originally, I wanted to stay away from the high hall and never ask about state affairs again. Who knew that later I became ill and was about to die of tuberculosis in my wooden house in the mountains. The grace of saving lives is unforgettable. But Lord Assassin Shi is not a good master. I had tasted all the temple disputes since I was a teenager, and I had no intention of getting involved again, and I lived here just to live in peace. ”

Meng Yining looked at him, but he was less than thirty years old, and the words he said were so vicissitudes.

Jing Chi smiled: "The eldest husband has the ambition to guide the country, how can he be unknown here?" Sir, I have the talent to know the king, and I also have the land to use the king. ”

He arched his hand: "Jingchi has the heart to invite Mr. Chengping." ”

The man waved his hand, "People are old, and they can't fight the temple dispute." ”

"Before the gentleman arrived, how could he live at the foot of the mountain. In this world of great controversy, the heroes rise together. A lot of enthusiasm, it will not disappear because I have spent more time in the mountains and heard the fragrance of birds and flowers. Meng Yining interjected, her voice was pleasant, and her bright eyebrows and eyes seemed to fluctuate like spring water.

The man's gaze fell on the girl, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "Listening to the girl's accent, it doesn't look like this Great Xia person." ”

"Yangshang, Meng Yining." She bowed.

The infant laughed, "Is His Royal Highness the Prince a snaring of the world's talents?" ”

"Yi Ning didn't dare, but after many years of His Royal Highness's care, he couldn't compare to Mr. Eloquence, Amazing Talent, and High Ambition. His Royal Highness is a man who loves talents, and Mr. is a wise man, with the quality of loyalty, the nature of cleanliness, and the handsomeness of handsomeness. It's a blessing to meet today. ”

As soon as the girl spoke, the baby disease swept away the haze in her heart, and her heart opened up.

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