Song Jiayao was very shocked at the moment, the Huang disaster is not like the plague, the plague will not cause people to get sick, at most it is the ordinary people who have suffered the majority of labor, and there is no good meal to eat.

But this situation usually lasts until the support of the imperial court arrives, it should not cause evacuation, and even casualties......

What's the secret here?

"I'm sorry, my sister didn't mean to bring back your sad memories, but the dead are gone." Song Jiayao comforted that everything needs to look forward and not be obsessed with the past.

The child shook his head, then showed a big smile at her, and said, "Sister fairy, I'm here, you don't have to accompany me in." ”

Song Jiayao glanced at this dilapidated temple, she had been here not long ago, but at that time it was designed by Wang Xi and Song Jiaqi to let the homeless people or beggars inside take turns to defile her.

She almost forgot that although Kyoto seems to be prosperous, there are still some remote places where such a group of people live who are not extremely vicious, but also not kind.

Is this child living here with his grandfather and grandmother like a sheep in a wolf's den, to be slaughtered?

"Stinky old woman, let's get out of here with that crippled old immortal behind you!!" A tall and sturdy homeless man roared and violently kicked the two old men out like a chicken.

"We're not leaving, our grandson hasn't come back yet, don't go, don't go!!" The old woman's whole body was already lying on the dirty ground, but she still pulled the threshold with both hands, and the nails of her ten fingers were now overflowing with blood that made people panic when they looked at it.

The homeless man who had come out of them sneered, then raised his foot and stomped on the old woman's hands mercilessly.

At the last moment, the silver needle in Song Jiayao's bracelet and the dagger thrown by the man in Tsing Yi who happened to come here with great mercy all fell on the face of the homeless man.

The homeless ghost howled like a wolf, and then fell to the ground and tossed and turned, looking like he was about to die.

"Grandmother!!" The child was frightened, and then like a sharp arrow, he ran quickly and his face was covered with blood, and his ten fingers were already bloody but he always gritted his teeth and did not let go of the door.

Song Jiayao didn't notice that there were other people who came to save the old woman, and followed closely behind the child, watching him use his thin body to help the old woman on the ground sit up.

He also wanted to help his grandfather, who couldn't speak, up, but he couldn't free his hand, remembering that like a grasshopper on the pot, he gestured up and down towards Song Jiayao, so anxious that he couldn't express it in words.

Song Jiayao touched his head, then tore the hem of his lower skirt and threw it aside, revealing snow-white slender and straight calves, bent down, and carried the old man on his back.

This old man is very thin and light, his weight may not be two-thirds of hers, and Song Jiayao does not feel difficult to carry it at all.

The old man wanted to speak, but he was a mute, and after a long time, Song Jiayao didn't understand what he meant, so he couldn't help but look at the child for help.

"My grandfather said, don't bother Miss, you deign to carry him as a pariah, he is dirty, and you will be laughed at and generous." The child translated.

"In the eyes of others, there may be a difference between three, six, and nine, but in my eyes, everyone is equal because they are all living in their own way."

"Some people may live as humble as ants, and some people live smoothly, but neither of them should look up or look down on others because of this." Song Jiayao smiled, the bright sun shining on her beautiful side face, like a flower blooming in the morning, making people yearn.

Song Jiayao's words fell into the ears of the man in Tsing Yi word for word, which shocked him, but then he smiled, and couldn't help but sigh that Song Jiayao was a transparent and wonderful person.

After all, how many women can think as much and think as far as she does? It is even possible to treat all beings as equals......

......The man in Tsing Yi, who originally planned not to show up, was moved by Song Jiayao's words and deeds at this moment and couldn't help but applaud her.

This woman, if she hadn't been close to Nangong Jin, he would have wanted her to be his own woman.

To have a look, to have a body, to have an IQ...... There are not many such women in this world.

"Who!!" Song Jiayao asked sharply, her eyes were full of vigilance, and her left hand was already on the wrist of her right hand.

"Girl, your bracelet is a master, after using it once, it won't work the second time." The man in green clothes stood not far behind her and said gently, the breeze blew, blowing up one of his green shirts, and his silver hair was flying like an elf in the wind at the moment.

Song Jiayao was slightly shocked, this man's appearance was not inferior to Nangong Jin at all, his green shirt was made of fine silk, and the snow-white piping embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns and the mutton fat jade hairpin on his head complemented each other, subtly highlighting the tall and elegant figure of a gorgeous and noble son.

"It's you!!" What bad memories poured into Song Jiayao's mind.

This man should be the man in Tsing Yi who was assassinated when Nangong took her to see the fireflies not long ago.

"Exactly down there." The man in Tsing Yi swayed his folding fan gracefully and elegantly.

"Girl, we are really fateful, is this a fate given to us by God?" The man in Tsing Yi said lightly, after hearing his frivolous words, Song Jiayao's beautiful goose face became gloomy at the moment.

"Childe, you're joking, this girl has never crossed paths with you, and it can't be said that there is no fate." Song Jiayao smiled and said with a smile, she originally thought that this noble son was different from the children in Kyoto, but now she looks at it...... He is also a prodigal son.

Song Jiayao didn't want to entangle with him anymore, so she walked into the temple with the old man on her back and the child, and the temple witnessed the rest of Song Jiayao teaching the homeless man just now, and they all hid aside at this moment, not daring to raise the bar with Song Jiayao.

"Sister Fairy, I'll take care of my grandfather and grandmother, you should hurry home." The little boy said euphemistically, this place is mixed with fish and eyes, and the other people who seem to be like quails now may secretly attack Song Jiayao behind their backs.

He didn't want this kind, kind, fairy-looking fairy sister to be in danger in a slum like theirs.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't take Song Jiayao's indifference to him to heart, and walked in with a fan, and the subordinate carrying the food behind him was eager to poke his master's head at the moment, why did he tease other people's women if he had nothing to do?

"Is there anything else you need to come in?" Song Jiayao said unhappily, this man in Tsing Yi is an enemy or a friend, she doesn't know if she has any plans for her, if the two fight, she is afraid that she will suffer.

"Girl, don't be so guarded, I just happened to help you subdue the homeless man outside the door." The man in Tsing Yi pointed to the dagger that was still stuck in the ground.

The implication is that if he really wanted to attack Song Jiayao, he would have done it a long time ago, so why wait until now.

"It's this girl who is too careful, I hope the son will forgive me." Song Jiayao said sincerely, since he is not an enemy, it will be easy to do, and he can be called mercilessly.

"Grandmother, how are you?" The little boy wiped the blood off her face with his shabby clothes and said anxiously.

After Song Jiayao heard the child's anxious cry, she turned her head to look at his grandmother, and found that the old woman's whole body was convulsing at the moment, her chest was rising and falling violently, her face was pale, and she looked out of breath, and she looked like she was about to suffocate.

"This, does your grandmother have asthma?" Song Jiayao asked.

The child's tears kept falling, trembling and nodding, in this dilapidated temple, the grandmother suddenly fell ill, this is tantamount to death!!

"You go and help open the windows in the neighborhood and disperse the pioneers in the neighborhood." Song Jiayao ordered.

Although she didn't know much about asthma, she had heard from Zhuge Fengyin that once a patient had an asthma attack, let the air near her circulate first, so as not to give her a sense of oppression.

The man in Tsing Yi nodded to the man behind him, and his subordinates went to open all the windows, and lured out the homeless and beggars who were hiding inside, leaving his master to watch inside.

"Grandmother!!" The child screamed, and Song Jiayao also found that the old woman had completely fainted because she couldn't breathe air.

Faced with this situation, she remembered that her brother once told her the theory of "cardiopulmonary resuscitation" and "artificial respiration" when he was drunk......

But the problem is that it's just a theory, she doesn't have any practical experience, does she want to be a dead horse as a live horse doctor?

"Sister Fairy......" The child looked at her with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of pleading, expectation, and trust.

"Don't help, the old woman's pulse has stopped beating." The man in Tsing Yi said coldly, since Song Jiayao can't be this bad guy, then let him be it.

When the child heard this, he completely collapsed......

Song Jiayao gritted her teeth, and the tight thread was broken, since it was declared that it could not be cured, then a dead horse should be a live horse doctor!!

The man in Tsing Yi watched in shock as Song Jiayao folded her hands on the old woman's sternum, and pressed up and down very regularly, back and forth several times, then pulled out his right hand and pinched her mouth open, and after taking a deep breath, he gave the old woman artificial respiration mouth to mouth.

Song Jiayao repeatedly switched between the two ways of "cardiopulmonary resuscitation" and "artificial respiration", and kept praying in her heart that Song Anguo's nonsense after being drunk would be effective, and Song Anguo, who was riding a horse side by side with Nangong Jin, sneezed inexplicably, who was nagging him?

It's a pity that Song Jiayao worked hard for a moment, and the old woman didn't have any signs of life, and when she was about to give up, the voice of the man in Tsing Yi came: "Don't give up, her pulse is gradually recovering." ”

After hearing the words of the man in Tsing Yi, Song Jiayao ignored the beads of sweat that kept dripping from her forehead, and continued to rescue her repeatedly, and after she could gradually breathe on her own, she collapsed to the ground tiredly.