The Western Regions are very large, from Wensu to Qishui, there is a full 800 miles to the west.

If it goes well, step up and move forward, and after about 20 days, you can reach Qishui.

But Amu said that this road is likely to be full of dangers, because there are not one or two tribes like Ruoqiang and Jingjue who have the intention of rebellion.

Therefore, the route of this trip was personally drawn up by Gu Fuwei, and many dangerous places were bypassed.

However, it cannot be ruled out that some tribes still have the courage to chase horses and rob roads.

The brigade worked hard all the way.

After sitting away from the lamp for a long time, I also adapted to the rhythm of the carriage, and no longer felt dizzy and nauseous, but enjoyed the scenery along the way.

But this good mood did not last long, and when she passed by a delicate city, she saw countless vultures hovering in the sky, like black clouds overhead, hanging over the city.

The blood gathered into a small river, which flowed far from under the city gates, winding its way through the withered yellow grass like a red streamer.

Along the way, there were all kinds of corpses face down, about a hundred, all of them ran out of the city gate, and when they fled frantically, they were slashed with knives from behind, and they could no longer fall to the ground.

In the air, the smell of blood was extremely strong, and Mo said that Lizhan was sensitive to the smell, even soldiers who were used to killing couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses with their hands when they passed by here.

The tragic situation can be seen.

"What's going on?" Lizhan couldn't help but ask Amu who was playing horses on the side.

Amu didn't seem to be able to bear to look at it, turned his head and said in a low voice: "Back to the Heavenly Maiden, this is the essence." ”

"Oh......"

Lizhan raised his head and looked carefully towards the city gate, where there were only a few broken flags, hanging upside down in the air, and fluttering in the middle of the air were the black eagle flags of the Western Regions, dancing in the wind.

Above the city gate, there was no one to handle, and it was obvious that Jingjie had been slaughtered.

Turning his head and looking at the back of the procession, Madame Elite's carriage was not far behind, but the green curtain was tightly closed, and there was no sign of lifting it from beginning to end.

"How many people are there?"

"Seventy thousand."

Not a small amount. 20,000 people died in the capital, 70,000 ......

Lizhan turned back to look at Gu Fuwei, he was wearing a luxurious robe, he was at the front of the team, and when there was a corpse under his feet, he just pulled the reins slightly, turned a small direction, and then continued to march towards the west without looking at it.

Although the rebellion is exquisite, either you die or I die, and the victory or defeat of the soldiers is doomed to countless casualties.

But Jingjue has always been a tribe in the Western Regions, and he is the son of King Qi, if he is replaced by his elder brother, it is time to order the war to stop after the city is broken.

There are some old and weak women and children left, and he can really do it.

Looking at Gu Fuwei's back, there was a strange emotion in his heart again, it was difficult to describe what kind of emotion it was, if it was to be described, it would probably be a layer of estrangement.

It's like a herbivorous rabbit who doesn't understand why wolves like to eat meat.

The gap has always existed, and she knows it won't be bridged. But she liked him, and this was something that the estrangement could not stop.

After the refinement, he met several small cities that had been plagued along the way.

Lizhan wanted to help, but Gu Fuwei didn't plan to care about them, leaving some grain and grass, and after a little stability, he set off non-stop.

Along the way, Lizhan collects reports on the plague epidemic, and compared with various similar illnesses in the book, he sneaks into the space to do experiments while parking for rectification.

It's a pity that the final result and her conjecture are not very consistent, and it is not smooth.

What made Lizhan even more disappointed was that the woman she picked up and placed in the space did not survive after all on the twelfth day of the trip and died.

Lizhan has been careful to control her eating and activity levels, reducing her metabolism to a level that is relatively safe.

Judging from the results of the filming, during that time, her condition was indeed curbed.

But strangulation does not mean elimination, firstly, the body is weak, and secondly, the virus is still slowly eroding her lungs.

All kinds of drugs have been tried, but none of them have worked, and in the end, she put a lot of antibiotics into her body, and only regarded the dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Predictably useless, irreversible, the woman's lungs were completely fibrosis, and all vital signs gradually disappeared in the difficult breathing.

When she died, she couldn't even close her eyes because of the pain.

For this matter, Lizhan was depressed for several days.

It's not that she's too fragile to die a patient and feel like she can't get over it.

She just thought of all the people by this one person.

This strange disease made her helpless, and she didn't know how many people would die here in a while, but she could only watch. The sin of the Gyeonggi Mutiny weighed on her like this, and it seemed that there was no hope of being unloaded.

Gu Fuwei was sensitively aware of her loss, and would sneak to her temporary place to visit her before resting for a few days.

Probably because Lizhan was too focused on studying, Gu Fuwei teased her for a few days, but she didn't open up, and when she came back the next day, he held one more thing in his arms.

He walked around from behind to Lizhan who was eating bird's nest and holding a medical book in his hand.

"Zhan Zhan, you specialize in treating people, can you show the little beast?"

Lizhan shook his head. "No, I'm not a veterinarian."

"Then I'll lose."

"What lost?" Lizhan asked absentmindedly.

"I made a bet with General Mohan, and I said you could cure it."

He didn't open his mouth, pointed to the small line on the medical book, and studied it laboriously.

"I bet with him that it's the little girl next to you, Qiao'er."

"You!" Lizhan put down the book violently, "Why are you like this?" Take my people as a blockage, Qiao'er is not an object. ”

"What's this, I saw that little girl should be sixteen or seventeen, and she should have gotten married a long time ago. No matter how bad Mohan is, he is also a first-class general under me, and I am also thinking about the lifelong affairs of your maid. ”

"Unreasonable! I haven't consulted Qiao'er on this matter, so you quickly withdraw this bet, so as not to make the general's real lust. ”

"How can the words of this king be withdrawn?"

Lizhan was so angry with him that he couldn't speak for a long time, but when he came, he still exhaled a few times and calmed down, "If you bring that beast to me, I may be able to cure it." ”

"Good!" Gu Fuwei spread out his hands.

Lizhan only looked at a small fluffy mass pressed under his sleeve.

"Meow~"

"Kitten?"

"Mohan bought it from Siam for a thousand taels of silver, and yesterday he ran out of the carriage and was run over by Gollum, and was half dead."

"I'll see."

Lizhan gently hugged the little thing in his arms, and taking advantage of this gap, Gu Fuwei secretly scratched a red and swollen rash in his sleeve.

"I don't know how to heal beasts, but I have books, and even if it's an external injury, it shouldn't be difficult. I'll go to the space to take a picture of her, and look at it according to the medical book. ”

Lizhan looked at the little thing in his arms, his eyes were full of pity, as if he had changed a person.

Gu Fuwei's eyebrows widened, "Okay, I'll leave it to Zhan Zhan for the time being, Zhan Zhan don't let me lose." ”

"Uh-huh."

After a little effort, the kitten got better, and after a few days, he would use his little paws to hook the big claw to climb and play.

Because he healed it, he slightly eased some of his frustration.

In addition, I have feelings for this kitten, and I stroke it in my sleeve every day, thinking how reluctant I will be when it is completely healed and returned to General Mohan.

On the twenty-fifth day, I finally arrived in Qishui and saw the royal court where Gu Fuwei had lived for more than 20 years.

Qi Shui is different from what Lizhan imagined, or rather, it is different from any tribe in the Western Regions.

The city is backed by a snow-capped mountain, which is towering into the sky and towering white. Amu said to him with a proud look that it was the Snow Mountain and the Holy Land of the Western Regions, called Jilian.

The snow and ice above the mountainside do not melt all year round, and even wolves cannot survive except for some vegetation.

The snow under the mountain will turn into countless small rivers, meandering through the city, and on the south side of Qishui, converging into a huge lake, which never runs dry.

Therefore, the trees around Qishui are nourished, and the cedar trees will bear beautiful fruits, and when the season comes, they will fall all over the ground.

But at this time, I can only see the snow on the top of the woods, as if a white tent has been set up outside the city, which is the only regret.

The city was also built extremely tall, just because this was Gu Fuwei's old nest, and it needed to be guarded carefully.

From the canyon through the snow-capped mountain, within a hundred miles, into the reins of the horse.

The reins are already the territory of another country!

If it weren't for Qi Shui's extreme lotus, no matter how rich he was, the old King Qi would not have set up the royal court in a place like Qi Shui.

"The King Returns!"

The high city gate was opened, the defenders howled, the horn blew, and the whole city sounded like a boil.

The people were in awe of Gu Fuwei, and knelt on the ground to worship, kneeling all the way in the dark, seeing the Lizhan and feeling curious, waiting for Gu Fuwei to leave, groups of people rushed up, competing to look at the half-transparent gauze curtain.

They were muttering words that she didn't understand, but their expressions were almost admiring, and it was estimated that eighty percent of them also believed that the Heavenly Maiden could break the prophecy.