Chapter Eighty-Three: Misfortune Strikes

In the past, that is, during the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, so many people could be seen, and the crowd was very spectacular.

Shaoxian City is indeed more lively than the hustle and bustle of the capital, the streets are bustling, the voices of people are boiling, whether it is the dignitaries or the cloth people, their faces are filled with happy smiles, this kind of excitement will dispel the coldness in everyone's hearts.

There is a way that the flowers are gradually charming, that's it, counting it, Jiang Zhimiao has not seen such a lively scene for a long time.

But in the past, she was a tourist, but now she is just a prisoner, and the change of identity is really powerless, but she wants to go shopping, but she doesn't have this condition.

Although there are endless crowds of people in Shaoxian City, it can be seen from the officers and soldiers standing in the corners of the streets and alleys dressed in the official mansion and wearing long swords at their waists that the thunderous methods of the prefect of Shaoxian City.

If there are many people, it is easy to make trouble, not to mention that there are thousands of tourists in Shaoxian City, and such a heavy burden is carried by him steadily, which shows that this person is average.

But she just sighed, after all, in a city with such good security, she can be regarded as an eye-opener.

"Sister, is this what they just said about Shaoxian City? Wow, there are so many people, more than in the capital. Mingzhu looked at the crowded streets and couldn't help but exclaim.

Don't say the beads, other people think the same way, as soon as they enter the city, there are huge waves in their hearts, and their faces are not obvious, but the blazing eyes can not be faked, and this looking gaze can ignite the roadside stalls.

"What for? If you are not careful, you will be dispersed by the crowd, and then I will tell that someone in the government will escape, and then you will become a fugitive, and the day of the fugitive, needless to say, you should also count it in your heart. ”

Qian Xiang's words of reprimand fell, his eyes were sharp, his hands were clenched, and the junction of his hand bones made a creaking sound in an instant, which was not big, but it was enough to deter everyone.

Everyone suddenly stood on end, and unconsciously shrunk their necks, this official is the most common beater in the exile team, and the others are okay, this person really has to be leisurely.

After Qian Xiang glanced at them, he raised his foot and continued to walk forward, and before he could take two steps, he felt someone tap on the shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw that it was Wang Wu, he restrained his complexion, and said with a light smile: "Boss, you are here, everyone is here, where are we going now?" ”

It was also the first time that he had followed the team to escort the prisoners to the far north, so it was really the first time he had entered this Shaoxian City, and compared to it, the city he had advanced was nothing but a big deal, and it was not enough to see at all.

Wang Wu raised his eyes to look at the crowded streets, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and then said: "To the south, the direction of entering the city and leaving the city is the same, as long as you keep going south, you can go out of the city." ”

"There are a lot of people today, you must be careful, and remind them, you must not be separated, this crowd is crowded, if it is crowded by the crowd, it will take a lot of effort to find it, time is pressing, it is better to watch closely."

After the words fell, he changed his words and said: "It should be okay to think about it, many of us are still wearing prison uniforms, and ordinary people will not come forward to get in the way." Wang Wu said in a deep voice.

Qian Xiang understood, and immediately warned again, and then led the team to follow behind Wang Wu and walked towards the south.

After being warned by the officials in advance, everyone did not dare to act recklessly, and the prisoners, who had been exiled by raiding their homes, did not stop wherever they went, and they all made way for the team to pass.

Wang Wu's expectation is indeed good, no matter whether the city is prosperous or not, as long as it hangs up with the prisoners, there will always be nothing good in the hearts of the people, let alone get in the way.

Seeing this group of exiles who have brought disaster to the country and the people, they only have contempt, and they don't want to come forward to make up for bad luck at all.

It was good that no one was in the way, and everyone walked through this bustling street effortlessly, but the change was just in the moment.

Before he could reach the next section of the street, a man on the street suddenly fainted with foaming at the mouth, his face was pale, his lips were purple, his whole body was trembling, his hands and feet were twitching, and even his eyes were rolling.

Unlike epilepsy, seeing the red rash on his neck accompanied by coughing, Jiang Zhimiao could see at a glance that this person was afraid that he was suffering from the plague, so she immediately tore a few strips of cloth from her coat and placed them on the mouth and nose of Xu Yourong and several people.

They were very surprised when they saw this, and thought that they were afraid that this man would be infected, so they didn't think much about it, Wen Zhuqing and the others were still wearing shackles, and it was inconvenient to tie them, Jiang Zhimiao and Wen's mother made a quick move.

A moment later, only a few people in the huge team covered their mouths and noses, and the others were very disdainful when they saw this, didn't they have epilepsy? There is a Zhao family in the team who is sick every day, and they have long been accustomed to it.

As everyone knows, Zhao's is epilepsy, but the man is the plague, the plague and epilepsy are naturally not the same, if you are infected with the plague, you will die, and the people watching the excitement obviously do not realize the seriousness of the matter at this moment.

They all looked at the man's tragic situation with curious eyes, but some people saw Jiang Zhimiao covering his mouth and nose, some people thought it was a fuss, and some people felt that the approach was novel and followed suit.

Wang Wu was still some distance away from the man, and after seeing him faint to the ground, he waved his hand to signal the team to stop, looking at the symptoms different from Zhao's, he frowned unconsciously.

This man's symptoms don't look like epilepsy, they look like... Plague, thinking of this, his pupils fluttered, if the plague would be bad, there are so many people in Shaoxian City, not to mention whether they are late or not, just talking about these thousands of people, it can be seen that things are tricky.

He carefully moved some distance, leaned into Qian Xiang's ear and whispered: "I don't think it's an ordinary epilepsy, I'm afraid it's a plague, there was an outbreak of plague in the former army, and the symptoms are the same as this man's. ”

Qian Xiang's back was sweating when he heard this, plague? If it's really a plague, it's going to be dead, this, this, how unlucky, the first time I led a team into the city, I encountered a plague, this is really a flying disaster.

He turned his head to look at the overwhelmed crowd whose throats tightened unconsciously, cleared his throat, and when he spoke again, his voice was lower than before: "This road is not passable, don't delay the trip, the big guy will follow me." ”

When the words fell, the man resolutely walked to the front of the team to lead the way, and while walking, in the afterglow, it could be seen that several people in the team covered their mouths and noses with strips of cloth, he was surprised in his heart, and when he looked up, it turned out to be Jiang Zhimiao and his party.

He was very impressed by them, but he didn't expect this girl to be a smart person, and he could see that the man had the plague, and he didn't make a noise, but he knew the overall situation.