When Ye Mushen was picked up from the ground, he was crying silently and sadly.

Everyone here should not have suffered such a fate.

Officials who shirk their responsibilities, bloated and inefficient bureaucrats, and emperors who do not work hard to govern the country......

It is a "peaceful and prosperous era" that is strong on the outside and dry in the middle.

Is this the fate that everyone should accept as a matter of course?

This is the first time that Ye Mushen has felt such personal pain for the people.

But he didn't just cry because of it.

He cried like a child: his eyes were closed, and he was sobbing silently......

Because his father had never said anything like that to himself.

……

It took Ling Shang a lot of effort to get the guards of Changyi Town and the guards of the guards to be done.

He hid his nose and entered the foul-smelling "morgue of the living", and in the dim light, he searched for his target among the nearly a thousand people who were lying on their feet.

He knew that the man must still be alive.

for the man's life...... It's your own.

Even black and white are impermanent, and they don't want to take it away from him.

When Ling Shang finally saw Ye Mushen crying until his body spasmed in a relatively less crowded corner, his heart seemed to be crushed violently.

Time did not allow him to hesitate.

He didn't even take the pulse of Ye Mu Ginseng, so he picked him up and carried him on his shoulder.

Ye Mushen knew who this person was.

I was inexplicably ashamed - I cried when I was bumped into by this person.

But he didn't weep because of weakness.

But I didn't bother to explain.

In the residual consciousness, this person is just an old friend who has been separated for more than half a year.

An old friend who can reassure him every time he appears.

Ying Xiao screamed sadly.

It's finally back to its true owner......

But the master was dying.

Ling Shang sat on the back of the horse with Ye Mushen in his arms, and glanced coldly at the "drunk" guards and servants around him.

Pulling the reins, "Yingxiao, let's go." ”

……

Taishou House.

In the evening of that day, on the way home from the gambling house, several gamblers happened to see a brightly dressed man on the side of the road.

They subconsciously thought that this was just another unfortunate epidemic patient.

Anyway, he won't live long, so it is better to scavenge some silver taels from him so that he can use them for tomorrow's bets.

After taking a closer look, each of them showed different degrees of surprise - this person is not Jiang Qigongzi, who else could it be?

On a closer look, there were no signs of the disease, but a horrible scar on the arm.

Didn't you get injured in a fight with someone? Or did you meet some enemy?

Although the wound is really strange, these gamblers can't think of a more reasonable explanation.

After some discussion, they decided to send Jiang Qingyun back to Taishou Mansion.

First, Lord Taishou must be rewarded with some silver taels, and secondly, he can also have some relationship with Taishou.

As night fell, several old doctors who were quite famous in Yan'an City left the Taishou Mansion with sighs one after another.

Jiang Qingyun had already woken up, but he had no memory of what happened that afternoon.

Even, he even forgot about riding out of the house by himself.

Not to mention the origin of the hideous scar on his hand, or some kind of centrifugal Gu.

The doctors were also helpless about this, and in the end they could only blame Jiang Qigongzi for being seriously injured and needing to recuperate and other understandable reasons to prevaricate.

Jiang Qingyun was deeply annoyed that he had lost his memory for more than ten days, and smashed everything that could be dropped in the bedroom.

He burned the ones that couldn't fall.