Jun Ziyun hesitated in the face of Lu Lao's request.

Ye Fu got up decisively, took Jun Ziyun's hand from behind, helped Lu Jingchuan up, and then pushed him out of the door.

Jun Ziyun realized that his back hand had been put on the door and was about to be closed, and said lightly: "Please give me three more days, if the epidemic has not turned around, I will write to the emperor......"

Before he finished speaking, Jun Ziyun had already closed the door and isolated people.

How could it be possible to lower your head and beg that group of people, even if it is imaginary, you can't say it.

In the past few days, several waves of people have come to various counties and counties, and all kinds of methods have been thought of, and those who can try them are being used, but the turnaround still has not appeared.

The epidemic began to spread again, and people who were not previously infected also developed mild symptoms. A bad atmosphere has emerged in the county, and the unhealthy tendencies of smashing, looting, and burning have raged.

Helpless and the epidemic is serious, the officials in charge turned a blind eye, although Jun Ziyun emphasized several times to maintain law and order, unfortunately, the implementation is very weak.

It was like a misty cloud that shrouded Qinshan County and Luoshan County.

Junziyun asked the rest of the counties to send reinforcements, and Guanshan County even sent a large number of doctors.

Jun Ziyun summoned Lu Ji and Qin Shao to discuss in the army.

"The people who are not infected in the city are moving south, and they will be handed over to Xun Wuwu for resettlement, and the rest will be closed first."

"What about after the lockdown? Will they be left to suffer whether they live or die? ”

Qin Shao and Lu Ji grew up immersed in scholarly wealth, and they had never seen this kind of formation when they were not confused, and they were far inferior to the young gentleman Yun, who was younger than him, and his composure and bearing were far inferior.

Two people were sent to assist in the relocation and resettlement of the city's residents.

"Lu Yi's illness, is it better?"

Lu Ji shook his head, raised his head and asked worriedly: "Your family comes to visit Yi'er every day, I really don't know when the relationship between the two little brothers will be so good." However, I'm also worried that my son will be infected, so let my sister-in-law take a good look at him, and wait for this time to pass......"

"Alas, I don't know if Yi'er can survive it."

Lu Ji sighed and left, and the two families left Lu Jingchuan and Lu Yi's two grandchildren, and the rest moved to Nanjun.

Murong Shu patrolled the border city to prevent a sudden attack by the imperial court.

Of the two big counties, only Junzi Yun is left to preside over the overall situation.

The disaster and the lack of supplies weigh on the body, and every day is anxious.

"I heard that there is a country named Acacia in the north of the eight counties and south of Mochizuki-gun, and the country's medicinal materials are endless, inexhaustible, if we can persuade the Acacia King to help, the plague may be solved."

"Acacia Country...... Does this kind of thing, which only exists in books, really exist? ”

Jun Ziyun also hesitated a little.

"Look for it, if you have hope, you have to try." Ye Fu knows the real existence of Acacia, and the abundance of medicinal materials is also true.

"I saw a record in the ancient book that the Acacia Tree is a sacred tree, and its sacred tree is where the country is guarded, and if you can find the Acacia Sacred Tree, you can enter the Acacia Country."

Ye Fu also drew a simple picture according to his memories.

Since she was able to dream this from the Acacia King, she must be able to find him.

Junzi Yun sent someone out to look for it.

Xun Wuwu brought more than ten people with him when he settled the people.

"They are the imperial doctors brought by Yu Yushi from the capital, and they must have excellent medical skills and a certain grasp of the plague."

"Yu Xianggu brought? Did he already know ......"

Ye Fu didn't dare to think deeply.

With the imperial doctor, combined with Dr. Langzhong from the second county, while treating diseases and saving people, he tried new treatments.

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bsp; Ye Fu couldn't help much, so he circled around a few doctors all day long, and when he suddenly became idle, he found that he hadn't seen Junzi Yun for several days.

Pushing open the study, there was a smell of dust in it, Ye Fu raised his sleeves to cover it, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

Walking over, I saw a decadent image of Junzi Yun, who was buried in the mountain of books.

Ye Fu walked in front of Jun Ziyun, and the man turned his back and continued to read.

Ye Fu turned around, stretched out his hand on Jun Ziyun, and wanted to ask him, but saw him get up and walk elsewhere, and the book in his hand also fell to the ground.

Ye Fu was puzzled, and asked with some doubts: "What's wrong?" ”

Jun Ziyun smiled faintly, said that it was okay, and then pressed his eyebrows tiredly: "You go out first, I want to rest for a while." ”

Ye Fu frowned and walked over to pull away Jun Ziyun's hand, and saw the blue and black under his eyelids.

"How long has it been since you slept?"

"Three days."

"What are you doing?"

Ye Fu walked over and opened the stack of books, all of which were compilations of all kinds of plague diagnoses and famous doctors.

"Do you want to be self-taught and then go to the treatment of the epidemic? Scold. Ye Fu laughed, "Why didn't I find out that you still have whimsical habits before." ”

Taking a deep breath and being quiet, Ye Fu took out a roll of bamboo slips and threw it in front of Jun Ziyun: "How did you teach you the emperor's art from elementary school!" As the incumbent, you do something about the executor! ”

"Can't you do it?" Junzi Yun asked lightly, and when he raised his eyes, Ye Fu was startled.

In the eyes that were full of pride in the past, they were now dim, like dead grass in the wilderness, silent.

"Don't put yourself in the wrong place. What happens when a person who makes decisions and makes ideas is obsessed with professional mathematics all day long? There will be chaos in the world. It's like the emperor likes flowers and birds, and the county guard is obsessed with pen and ink, and the light one can be described as an elegant hobby, so what about the heavy? What will become of the whole country, the whole county? You are the incumbent and you must uphold the golden mean in everything! ”

"Are all the incumbents in your eyes heartless?" Jun Ziyun smiled expressionlessly, "Father is like this, Yu Xianggu is like this, and now even you are like this." ”

Jun Ziyun suddenly let out a strange laugh, quite abruptly in the quiet room, "Since I was a child, I have been asked not to be sad and happy, not to be angry, to regard power as a tool, to control the ministers and the people, to make them all afraid of me!" Why should they all be afraid? Hehe, I almost forgot, people with treacherous minds and unscrupulous means will be afraid of anyone. ”

Ye Fu looked at the gentleman Yun in a trance, something was wrong, reached out to his forehead and touched it, trembling in shock.

"You, do you know if you're sick!"

Jun Ziyun stretched out his hand to take Ye Fu's hand away, sat on the chair without speaking, and stared at the red lacquered table in front of him.

After a long time, Ye Fu heard a sigh: "If you get the plague, it will be a hundred, so that it will not be painful." ”

Ye Fu frowned, found a set of clothes from the room to wear on his body, covered his face and showed his eyes, and pulled a familiar doctor into the study to give Junzi Yun a pulse.

A toss, diagnosed with just overwork.

Ye Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and the last doctor ordered: "This disease can be big or small, taboo work, must let him live and recuperate." ”

After speaking, the doctor glanced at the strangely dressed person in front of him, and asked kindly tentatively: "This little brother, I see that you describe it strangely, is there any hidden disease that is difficult to speak, the old man can take a look at it for you, diagnose and treat it." ”

"Huh?"

Ye Fu roared loudly in surprise and dragged the doctor out of the house.

After decocting the medicine, Ye Fu brought it to Junzi Yun, looking at the quiet and elegant sleeping face, Ye Fu couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Whether it is in the capital or in this illusory dream, Ye Fu is the first time to see Junzi Yun sick.

Like a bamboo that has been supported for a long time and finally unmounted, even if it is sick, it still holds on to its original appearance.

If it weren't discovered by Ye Fu, how long would Junzi Yun have to hold on?

He still wants to hang the pot to help the world after he finishes learning?

Ye Fu looked at a medical book left by the bed and smiled softly.

Flip through one page or two to read, and there are notes made by Jun Ziyun in it.

A raw hand, reading a medical book is equivalent to gnawing on copper and iron that is difficult to swallow, and every bite needs to be inquired and then annotated. Without reading through the basic concepts, you can't see the meaning and Taoism of the rational prescription medicine at all.

I really want to wake up the sleeping man and ask him how much he has cultivated medicine.

The weather was very hot and the condition was recurrent.

Ye Fu took precautions, Junzi Yun was still infected with a little epidemic, and the doctor came.

Ye Fu is still a strange costume of a big cloak.

After careful diagnosis and inquiry, it was learned that Jun Ziyun's condition was temporarily stable and had no tendency to deteriorate.

"But the people in the county are afraid that the disease will not be able to drag on. People who have been ill for more than half a month have been showing signs of pulse failure one after another, and in serious cases, they have died......"

"The old man has been practicing medicine for decades, and he has never seen such a serious fever disease, and too many people have died." The doctor said to Ye Fu and wept.

"Now that there is no medicine in the county, there will be more deaths."

It is the medicine that Junzi Yun usually takes, and Ye Fu personally went to the mountains and forests to dig.

"Doctor, don't worry, Luoshan County won't end up like this." Ye Fu smiled and comforted the old man.

I found time to go to the Lu Mansion, but the mansion was empty, and there were only two grandparents and a servant left.

"They've all moved away." Lu Jingchuan changed a clean handkerchief for his grandson, "It's good to go, it's better to live one more." ”

Ye Fu raised his eyes and glanced at Lu Yi, his face was burned red, and there were poisonous sores on his neck and arms.

Suddenly, a small blue shadow rushed in and stopped at the head of Xiao Yi'er's bed.

"Lu Yi, you lied to me, you said that you would sleep for three days, why haven't you woken up?"

It's Qin Sui, two ten-year-old children, who are worried about each other.

"Sui'er, why are you here?"

Lu Jingchuan asked, seeing that no one came in outside, "Did you sneak here without telling your father and your mother?" ”

Qin Sui lowered his head, stretched out his hand and touched the face of Lu Yi, who was asleep, and said, "I'll take a look at Lu Yi and leave." ”

After finishing speaking, Qin Sui pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his cuff, threw himself in front of the bed and said to Lu Yi's ear: "As long as you wake up, I will take you to find her, and then help you marry her home." ”

Lu Yi was confused, his tearful eyes opened, he looked at Qin Sui hazy, nodded with a smile, and hid the painting paper in his arms.

After the two children finished talking, Ye Fu walked to the bed to talk to Lu Jingchuan about things.

"Junzi Yun is sick, if there is no follow-up treatment, it will be very serious."

Lu Jingchuan looked at Ye Fu suddenly: "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a staff officer that Junziyun brought from Guanshan County."

Lu Jingchuan still looked at Ye Fu with doubts: "There is only one way to plan now." Write to the imperial court. However, will Ziyun agree? ”

"Then we will find a way to let the imperial court come over automatically and send people to rescue." Ye Fu said coldly, "Besides, I heard that there has been a Qin mission." ”

Junzi Yun fell ill, blocked the news and did not let it spread, and all the excerpts sent over were received and processed by Ye Fu.

Everyone didn't understand why Junzi Yun avoided it, but every time he received the decrees, they were as clear as before, and Lu Jingchuan mediated from it, so no one raised doubts.

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The man sent to negotiate with the imperial court returned, and a messenger was brought in.

The entourage beside Qin Cha handed the name card to the gentleman, which was accepted by Ye Fu.

Looking up at the cold entourage, the black dress inexplicably brought a burst of refreshment under the scorching sun.

What a familiar person.

Capital.

If a miracle has a color, it must be as colorful as rain in time. Ye Fu pounded the folding fan in his hand, it was too hot!

"Sting, stinging, I want the wind!" Ye Fu roared in his study.

Startled came in through the door, his phone holding a wooden tray for his clothes.

Ye Fu glanced at it and saw that the complicated official uniforms, even if they were regular clothes regulated by the imperial court, were amazingly thick, and he sweated when he looked at them.

She really misses a cabinet of T-shirts.

Ye Fu jumped down from the chair and snatched the clothes that he brought from the sting: "Is there a sewing house in the house?" ”

"Yes, in the West Courtyard."

"Let's go, Xiangye will take you to wander the palace." After speaking, Ye Fu took his clothes and ran to the west courtyard.

The corridor folded, twisted and wound, to the west courtyard, Ye Fu was already sweating.

"Well, it's hotter."

The sting approached, using the internal force luck in the palm of his hand, and made a gust of wind.

"See Xiangye."

When Mr. Sewing in the West Courtyard saw Ye Fu coming, he hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Well, is there any underlined pen and ink?"

"Yes, yes." Mr. Sewing prepared pen and ink, and saw Ye Fu draw a simple shape of clothes on paper. It's just, it's a little weird.

"Xiangye, this ......"

"It's just to make the sleeves to the arm, and then the hem should not be so long, the material can be cotton and linen, no brocade cloth, Xiangye, I am very hot."

"Xiangye, if it's hot, there will be ice silk material......"

"No, no, no, I know, I can't stay at home and wear such an expensive one, I'm afraid that someone will covet my clothes......" Ye Fu is about hot and confused, shouting everything.

"You just do what the prime minister says." Shocked addressed Mr. Sewing, who was confused.

"Yes."

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fu drew another line drawing: "Here!" Ye Fu gestured at his waist, "Add two pockets to me here, a little bigger." ”

"Do it."

"Yes." Mr. Sewing took the thread draft and began to choose materials for Ye Fu in the house.

"Surprise, do you want two, it's very cool."

"I've thanked Xiangye, but I'm used to wearing guard clothes, so I don't have to choose other clothes."

"Hey, don't want it."

Ye Fu was full of interest and went back to the study.

Two days later, the West Courtyard sent Ye Fu's ready-to-wear clothes.

When he pushed the door in, he saw Ye Fu in brown clothes and short sleeves, dressed in a refreshing dress.

Ye Fu was already thin, without the lining of wide clothes, and his body was more slender.

"Xiangye, greedy and cold are easy to catch the wind cold."

Ye Fu Nunu's mouth, regardless of the sting.

When he woke up from the rattan chair, Ye Fu realized that he had a dream.

That's still an interesting story from the summer battle in the capital.

Qin Cha came from the capital, and her entourage was stunned.

Therefore, the identity of the Qincha is about to come out......

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