"Are you a dog?" Ouyang Xuan's brows furrowed, his whole face darkened, "How do you bite people indiscriminately." ”

"My father is mainly a dog." Murphy raised his head, full of royal momentum, "You are the bones." ”

Let me swallow it in my stomach---- Murphy glanced at Ouyang Xuan, and his nose gently exhaled two breaths.

Looking at the two arguing, Xuanyuan Yuji flew away indifferently. When the two of them came back to their senses, where was there still the figure of Xuanyuan Feather. Suddenly, they complained about each other, and each held their own reasoning.

When he came to the room, Xuanyuan Yuji looked at the portrait, inexplicably, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked very happy. I don't know how many years, his stiff cheeks have no expression, I don't know how many years, he will rise sweet.

Early the next morning, Xuanyuan Feather Trace went to the frontier with a large number of men and horses and supplies. Along the way, the atmosphere was very tense, and no one dared to say a word, for fear of angering Long Yan.

"Weichen Qi Emperor, the frontier is not far ahead." Not far from the plague site, a man in an official uniform knelt on the ground.

"Destroy all snakes, insects, rats, ants, and clothing." Xuanyuan Yuji opened the curtain and instructed indifferently: "You take people to decoction with Panax notoginseng, pampas grass, and sulfur in water, and send them to the people." ”

The minister who was pointed at by Xuanyuan Feather Marks knelt on the ground and replied respectfully, "Weichen obeys the order"

I hope that God will favor me and return the peace of my Nanxue people! Ouyang Xuan's eyes beside Xuanyuan Yuji were full of genuine wishes, and he really hoped that the method would be useful to free the people and soldiers from the sea of suffering.

"Nanxue Country is really beautiful." A small head came out of a box, took a big breath, and couldn't help but sigh in his mouth: "It's much more beautiful than Yu Chenguo." ”

The person who spoke was Murphy, and she was afraid that Xuanyuan Feather Marks would not let her follow, so she secretly followed. Did she want to see if the plague was as bad as she thought it would be? It made so many people panic.

"What are you doing here?" Ouyang Xuan glanced at Xuanyuan Feather Scar nervously, and then shouted angrily at Murphy, "It's not you who can come here......

"Send her back." Ouyang Xuan's words were not finished, but he was interrupted by Xuanyuan Feather Marks, "If you dare to follow me again, I will kill you." He looked directly at Murphy indifferently, and his cold, merciless eyes made Murphy sit on the ground in fright, unable to speak.

"Yes." Ouyang Xuan put the frightened Murphy on the horse, turned over, and rode away.

God knows how worried he was just now, worried that Murphy would be killed by Xuanyuan Feather, afraid that he would let her die without a body. No one has ever dared to do this, if it weren't for the fact that Murphy was a princess, I'm afraid Ouyang Xuan wouldn't care.

"Your Majesty, in just a few days, the plague has become more and more serious, and the emperor should go back to the palace! If so..."

"Roll ----"

Xuanyuan Feather Marks suddenly got out of the carriage, and the speed was amazing, and the ghostly coldness made the soles of the feet chill.

He walked forward indifferently, without the slightest hesitation. The ministers were afraid, but the kings were already in front, and if they retreated, they would die. Xuanyuan Yuji's mind is very difficult to fathom, and his ruthlessness has become famous all over the world.

They are afraid, afraid that if they take a step back, their lives will be lost.

"Woo woo woo woo ----" The sound of whimpering echoed all around, and the sound of pain came from the nose.

Looking at the chaotic surroundings, Xuanyuan Feather Marks frowned tightly. He crouched down and looked at the little child crying in pain from the plague, his brow furrowed and he never parted.

"Erythema, black lips." Thinking of the symptoms that Nangong Xinyao told him, Xuanyuan Yuji suddenly raised his head, "Come on, put a handful of soil into the pot, fuse it with those medicinal herbs, and bring it quickly." ”

"The emperor ---- mud ---- mud" Before the words of a minister were finished, Xuanyuan Yuji looked directly at the past with a cold eye, "The minister will go and let someone bring it." ”

The minister wanted to say how the soil could cure the disease, but he was frightened by Xuanyuan Yuji's indifferent eyes, and he hurried to get people to prepare.

The people next to the "Emperor---- ---- Emperor" heard the call of the minister, and quickly knelt on the ground, "The untouchables (ministers) see the emperor, long live long live long live." ”

"Flat." Xuanyuan Yuji instructed the people he had brought with him, "If you see that your lips are black and your face is red, you should take it with a potion of earth." ”

The ministers hurried, some of them burned their bedding and clothes, and some of them hurriedly brought medicinal juices for them to drink. Division of labor and cooperation, each taking care of the patient, Xuanyuan feather marks everywhere, eyes swept around, not letting go of any place.

"Zapong."

Some people who were not too seriously ill set up tents one after another under the summons of Xuanyuan Feather Marks. As time passed, many tents were erected, and the immobile civilians were moved into the tents.

"Burn all who die with lime and dry wood, and burn every one that does not fall." According to what Nangong Xinyao told him, he instructed word by word, afraid that something would go wrong in that link.

"Yes."

The night slowly rose with the sunset, there was no painful ** sound around, it was quiet, and people who were tired for a day also fell asleep. It was pitch black all around, except for an inconspicuous corner, where there was a glimmer of light, just for a moment, the lights went out, and a figure appeared in the air.

In the palace of Yuchen Kingdom, a woman dressed in purple sat on a tree. Her eyes looked at the crooked moon in the sky, her eyes were full of homesickness, and she sighed deeply as she looked at the crooked moon.

"Mom and Dad." Nangong Xinyao looked at the sky, and couldn't help but shed tears, "I miss you so much!" ”

Leaned her head lightly against the tree, didn't say a word, and just watched quietly. Thinking about her parents and everything, she felt like her heart was blocked, as if she was choking on something, and she couldn't get out. She lifted the flask and gulped down.

"'One for a lifetime, one for a lifetime.' Thinking of the things he saw in modern novels, a mockery appeared at the corner of Nangong Xinyao's mouth, "Heh! In ancient times, it was wishful thinking, Nangong Xinyao. You really think that you will have such good luck, you have to believe that there was no true love in ancient times. ”

"If you want, I'll give it to you." At this moment, a man with lonely eyes appeared at her feet.

Nangong Xinyao was drunk and confused, she couldn't see the people below, she pulled her lips and smiled, laughing openly, laughing presumptuously, laughing in disbelief.

There is true love in the world, but it is not her turn Nangong Xinyao. In modern times, she has no friends, and there are battlefields: commercial battlefields, reading novels, which she often scoffs at. What kind of love you get after crossing over, it's just a lie, a dream that the author looks forward to love, and when the dream wakes up, there is nothing.