Shen Zhiyu gave up.

The man put her on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and lowered his eyes and did not look or listen, as if he did not eat oil and salt.

I had no choice but to raise my hand and point to the small porcelain vase on the wooden table.

She was still very uncomfortable, her throat was dry and sore, she had difficulty breathing, her whole body was hot, her exposed skin was powdered, she was not very conscious, and she was slightly better than before, she drank some porridge and was not so hungry.

Wei Zhi really didn't look at or listen at all, but he didn't want to follow her wishes.

Seeing Shen Zhiyu pointing to the porcelain bottle on the table, Wei immediately went to the table and took it over, opened it and poured out a pill the size of a soybean.

She took the medicine and calmed down a little, but if the medicine didn't work again, she was afraid that it would be difficult for her to live, and it was difficult to say what the epidemic would be in the future.

She didn't think she could figure out a way by herself, but when she was in the south with her master, she developed a recipe.

The prescription lacks a taste of medicine, and after boiling in decoction, some effects can avoid epidemics.

When she came to the outskirts of Beijing, Shen Zhiyu was surprised to find that there were a few plants growing on the cliff wall of the back mountain of the Wei family, but there were not many, and they were all taken away by her.

These days, I spend more and more time going out every day, and I run farther and farther, thinking that there may be more in the mountains near here, and it is always good to be able to pick more.

She was disappointed, except for a few found on the cliff wall behind the Wei family, there were no other places, maybe she was not familiar with this place and had not traveled all yet.

She treasured the few black silk grasses, and when she learned that the stones had been cured by the plague without medicine, she got up and no longer boiled the soup, but made the prescription into a purer pill.

Whether it's dead or alive, it's probably up to tomorrow.

Wei Shi lit a lamp, closed the doors and windows, and instructed Shi and Aman not to go near Shen Zhiyu.

Then I went to the lower room to get food.

After Yan Zhao left, the only people in this room who could cook were Wei Shi and Shen Zhiyu, and the old man was okay, but he couldn't do it, and Jiang Xi couldn't count on it.

Now that Shen Zhiyu is sick, if he doesn't come back, I'm afraid the two little ones will be hungry.

When Shi and Aman saw that Brother Wei Zhi came back and placed Sister Ayu, they were finally not so afraid, and one big and one small obediently sat on the stool in front of the stove.

"Brother Wei, do you think Sister Ayu will die?"

Aman's big round eyes reflected the flames dancing in the stove, and he asked worriedly with his hands on his cheeks.

Wei Zhi, who was adding water to the pot, made a move.

Will Shen Zhiyu die?

He didn't know that when he was collecting the corpses, he rotated every day, without a breath, and pushed those who were covered with black spots to resist the cart, and then pushed them to a place more than ten miles away to bury them.

Wei Zhi didn't ignore that there was a small white patch on Shen Zhiyu's hot red pink neck, which was particularly dazzling.

Those who have contracted the epidemic have milder symptoms, that is, they have a dry throat, they are hot, they always feel thirsty, and their consciousness is not clear, and if they are more serious, they have red spots on their bodies, and the red spots are black, and they are almost dead.

The furry brought together many doctors to take care of the sick, not to mention that they could not be cured, and some of them were infected themselves, except for stones, Wei Zhi had never seen anyone who could live.

He didn't know the bottom in his heart, he only hoped that Shen Zhiyu would be as lucky as a stone.

After all, he would not let her fend for herself, and he thought that the stone could be good, perhaps because he took care of it carefully enough, scrubbing and applying cold towels from time to time, and the food and water were supplied in time.

Although the sick in the house were taken care of by a special person, people were afraid of the ferocity of the epidemic, and they were not as dedicated as him, and after the red spots turned black and rotten, they even more foul smelled, and often stopped caring about them, and threw the unconscious, half-dead person into the corpse pit and buried them.

"Aman, don't worry, Sister Ayu won't die."

Wei Zhi, who had been silent for a long time, raised the corners of his lips slightly, his dark eyes were bright, and he continued to move his hands while comforting Aman with a gentle voice.

The stone can be good, and he also has Mo confidence in Shen Zhiyu.

"Sister Ayu will definitely be fine!" The stone added wood to the stove and said with great certainty.

He can be good, and so can Sister Ayu.

After listening to the two brothers' very affirmative answers, Aman squinted his eyes and smiled, revealing two tiger teeth that had just grown, which was really cute.

In the lonely barren mountains, there is a unique light, and a few wisps of fireworks reveal a trace of popularity.

Yan Zhao, when he came back late at night, he saw this scene, he came back this time to leave with Jiang Xi.

Today's situation really does not allow him to stay in the capital for a long time, his father is not clear, everything in the south is complicated, the epidemic has not stopped, the imperial brother brazenly sent troops, and he lost all the games if he was careless.

Today's Dayan is no longer able to raise troops, Gu Xiangyang's private soldiers in Cangzhou are just refugees who have nowhere to survive, and it is impossible to be as well-trained as the regular army in a short period of time.

What's more, Jiang Tingbei is back, and Yu Gu Xiang is even more unfavorable.

At this point, he can only help finish it, but I don't know why the royal brother is so anxious.

Whether he was willing to go with him, Yan Zhao was not sure.

Even if he has rebuilt a mansion in the capital, which can be lived in by his concubine, that place is not far from King Zhao's Mansion, and he is not willing to leave King Shao's Mansion, even if the imperial brother takes care of it, Yan Zhao is not at ease.

If Yan Junyu insists on robbing it, he will take care of it himself, and he may not be able to keep people.

What's more, the current concubine is dissatisfied with her concubine, and she may not be able to protect her at that time, if she is no longer in front of her, her concubine is afraid that she will fall into such an embarrassing situation again, or be detained by the imperial brother in the East Palace.

No matter which one it is, it is not what Yan Zhao wants to see.

The last time I talked to her, Yan Zhao heard the reluctance in her words, and also knew that she was guarding the style of Jiangmen, and she didn't want to enter his mansion like this.

Yan Zhao was forced by the situation and had to go against her will.

Thinking about how to speak.

When I arrived at the courtyard of the Wei family, it was the time for dinner, and at this time, the hall and the lower room were all lit up, and Shi and Amanle followed behind her, holding dishes, chopsticks, plates, and plates.

The teacher sat in the main seat, while Wei Zhi and Shen Zhiyu were busy in the afternoon.

Now there is only one place where there is light, and that is the stove room.

Yan Zhao followed the light to the lower room, and Ah Man saw him first.

"Brother Xunyu, you're back!" Swallowing in his mouth.

Wei Shi counted the time, if Jiang Ji rode a horse to Jiyong Hall, it would be time to come back with the teacher, and explained the two little ones, and was about to look for Shi.

Yan Zhao is back.