A monk, to be exact.

This Congcheng is so desolate, she thought that the young people here were almost gone.

But this monk is an exception.

"I wonder why the master said this? This spring is so famous that it would not be ridiculous to say that it cannot be drunk? ”

The monk obviously didn't expect Zhuang Wanqin to say this, and his eyes were a little complicated.

And Zhuang Wanqin's eyes that can give people great pressure make him not think too much. Regardless of the person's identity, it was their monk's duty to save the dead and help the wounded.

"The water used to be good, but it's changed recently." The earnest words came out of this man's mouth, revealing a trace of helplessness and pain.

The water was still bubbling and there was no threat in the slightest.

"Did the donor ever think this place was too desolate?" The man paused, as if recalling something.

Looking at the person's appearance, Zhuang Wanqin felt that this person didn't look like he was pretending. That is, what has happened here.

"In fact, the poor monk is not the only one here, the donor comes with me."

Following this inexplicable monk, Zhuang Wanqin temporarily dispelled the idea of getting water to drink.

The two of them walked through the bushes and weeds, and returned to the temple where Zhuang Wanqin had first entered when he came.

When she came in, Zhuang Wanqin didn't look carefully, thinking that this place had long been deserted, but now that she stepped in again, she couldn't help but pay more attention.

This look at it is only his own negligence.

Obviously, the candles on several cases are not covered with dust, that is, this candlestick has been used by someone recently.

Looking at the desolate scene around her, Zhuang Wanqin didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all.

"I hope that the donor will be mentally prepared, the situation is not very optimistic. The poor monk couldn't say anything, so he came directly with the donor. Seeing is believing, lest the benefactor not believe in the poor monks. ”

"You do."

Zhuang Wanqin looked at the person who walked in front and led the way for herself, and her eyes flashed with a little approval.

I can't imagine that there are such transparent people in this remote area.

It wasn't until the two of them walked into the temple one after the other that Zhuang Wanqin realized what was stopping her from drinking the water that looked pure.

There are people resting in the wings at the back of the temple.

If you look closely, you can see that you are seriously ill.

"These people...... What happened to Congcheng? ”

Seeing such a state in front of her, Zhuang Wanqin suddenly figured out why there were so few people in Congcheng.

At the beginning, she was very puzzled, even if the young people sacrificed for the country, the people who stayed should not be like that. Looking at it this way, it turns out that they are all here.

"They became like this because they had eaten the water from the fountain by mistake. The poor monks thought they were good at medicine, but they were still unable to develop a cure to save them. ”

A sigh came from the monk's mouth.

"So, they're poisoned?"

At the beginning, Zhuang Wanqin saw this situation and thought it was because of the plague. But now that I hear it, it doesn't seem like that.

It's not the plague, it's like a tiger, and it's hard to treat. Every time there is a plague, there are always many innocent people who die.

The plague is like an executioner, mercilessly harvesting one human life after another.

If you think about it, it's very similar to yourself on the battlefield.

But poisoning is easy to say, as long as you know what is the poison, you have the opportunity to get rid of the poison.

"How many days have they been like this?"

It seems that this poison does not harm people's lives, but it makes them hang for a breath, half-dead, and uncomfortable.

"It's been more than half a month."

"So, you've been taking care of them for more than half a month?"

Zhuang Wanqin couldn't help but look at the monk.

It doesn't look like someone who takes care of someone else.

Although in Zhuang Wanqin's mind, the monks should get up early and stay late, the training is not much easier than her army. But when he saw the scar that the monk had inadvertently glimpsed when he opened the door.

Yes, this man has too many scars on his hands. And depending on the situation, it has been added recently.

In other words, this man has been doing the work of serving people these days. Needless to say, the people who serve are these poisoned people.

"That's what a poor monk should do."

Don't talk nonsense with this person, Zhuang Wanqin wants to know more about their situation, or what is the way to change this situation.

"Then you've been taking care of it for so long, what do you have to do? If you need medicine or something, just tell the king, and he will find it for you. ”

did not shy away from telling his identity. First, it is to reassure the monk, and secondly, there is actually nothing to hide.

After all, as long as the master goes down the mountain, he will know his "great achievements" that are spreading all over the city.

The man was obviously stunned when he heard Zhuang Wanqin's words, and he was also disappointed that he reacted quickly, and saluted directly before he knew which king it was.

"The prince is a thousand years old, a thousand years old! The poor monk has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, and hopes that the prince will forgive him. ”

When he had finished speaking, he did not get up, but put his head on the ground like that.

It's like if Zhuang Wanqin didn't agree, he would kneel down like this.

"Get up. If this king had cared about this, he would have dealt with you a long time ago. Tell the king of your harvest first. ”

After speaking, Zhuang Wanqin turned around and left, while seeing the scene in the house from the open window, she secretly wrote down the route she had just taken.

Pushing open a closed door at will, Zhuang Wanqin stepped in.

The man was still talking about his harvest in Zhuang Wanqin's ear, but, unfortunately, Zhuang Wanqin knew what he said as early as when he browsed the rooms.

After all, reading a book on Qiongxian Island for so long is not in vain.

A human figure faintly appeared on the bed, making Zhuang Wanqin sure that she had not accidentally walked into an empty room.

Carefully lifted the thin cover on the man's body, but saw a pale and immature little face exposed.

That kid is not very old, if you have to give a boundary, it is about the same age as Gu Lingkai.

Speaking of Gu Lingkai, Zhuang Wanqin suddenly remembered this person's age.

The other children are still by their parents' side, spoiled by their parents, but this person has followed him on the battlefield several times.

There are also Fang Shaolong, them.

No, if you go back to Beijing this time, you have to take them all with you, and then you will arrange them by your side.

If you decide to be an idle prince, you won't let your brothers be in such an environment full of murderous opportunities.

At the very least, even if they are in danger, they must be within their own protection.

Such a situation must not be repeated.

When there is danger, he is far away from home, and he is not well informed, and he is beyond the reach of the whip.

Just thinking about it, a childish child's voice broke Zhuang Wanqin's train of thought.

"Is my sister here to pick me up to find my father and mother? Sister, you're finally here, I miss them so much. ”

The child on the bed looked at Zhuang Wanqin sitting on the edge of the bed defenselessly, with a yearning expression.

Perhaps, he really thought he could help him.