The team has been assembled, with the moment the red-topped sedan chair leaves the ground, there is not much time left for the Shaolin Temple to consider, Zhihui stood in front of the Tianwang Palace, the collapsed ruins in his eyes, his hands folded and bowed his head to announce a Buddha name. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Amitabha Buddha ....."

The sound was long, rushing into the bright skylight.

...

At the foot of the mountain, the curtain was lifted, revealing half of a feminine and indifferent face, Cao Shaoqing rode forward and lowered his upper body, "Overseer, what do you command?" ”

"In the future, you must know how to do things, and punish you today, you should understand why, but are you not convinced?" said slowly with thin lips.

The expression on Cao Shaoqing's face moved slightly, and he arched his hand: "The slave doesn't dare, there won't be a next time." ”

"It's good to understand, you guys, you think that we can be powerful and blessed when we control the court, and one by one we feel like a wild horse in our hearts, and we think that we can be like this governor, isn't it?" The half of his face turned around, his eyes staring at the other party's face, "It's not just you, Yu Huatian, Cao Zhenchun, who doesn't have one or two thoughts in their hearts, these originally our family didn't want to care, but the premise is that before the governor's order is issued, if the governor gives an order, there are still thoughts that shouldn't be there, you should know our means." ”

The wind and clouds moved, and the morning light slowly dispelled the mist at the foot of the mountain, but the figure on horseback still felt a little cold, and subconsciously bowed his hand: "The slave knows her mistake and will never make it again." ”

"Hmm. ”

The curtain was lowered, and everything became so harmonious again, and the birds of the mountains and forests flew to see the team walk slowly.

....

Time went back a few days, and Bianliang was also under the same sky.

Syllable!

One stepped barefoot on the ground, and then, some wet dirt was run over by the wheels, leaving two traces, all the way forward, the rugged and difficult road, some people stood on the carriages, ox carts, occasionally looked ahead, the carts and horses were densely packed in this vast land by mules and horses, some were pulled by old oxen, and more people in prison uniforms were used as livestock to pull the wheels.

The air smelled of rotting human bodies, and from time to time whips would be whipped in the air, making a crackling sound, and occasionally one or two people would take the opportunity to escape, but they were soon shot to death by a fan or brocade guard wearing a leather mask in the distance, and carried into the car with the carrion.

In presiding over the cleaning of the corpses outside the city, Hai Dafu has tried all means, from the household department to transfer some of the old cattle that are not used for spring ploughing to transport the corpses, in terms of manpower, he does not dare to risk the forbidden army, after all, as time goes by, no one can guarantee when the epidemic will break out, once someone is infected, bring it into the military camp, then the entire Beijing division will become an undefended city, and even a dead place is very likely.

He didn't dare to take this risk, as for those death row prisoners and felons who cleaned up their bodies, the final fate did not need to be considered.

Martial law was also generally imposed in the city, and the south gate was opened for a limited time as a temporary passage for merchants in the city.

The infirmary was also overcrowded at this time, and although there were no patients with symptoms of the plague, the smell of floating in the air had already made most people feel palpitations, and there were naturally many more people seeking medical advice as a precaution.

"Ah.....h

"What's wrong?"

In the sitting hall outside the medical hall, a figure ran in.

"No... It's okay... Had a nightmare. ”

On the wooden couch, the woman looked at the other party's concerned appearance and replied, but her face was shocked, the sunlight from the closed window paper formed a faint spot of light on the floor in the room, and the white sheets were a little messy, half of which was dragged on the ground.

The man standing at the door smiled, walked in, picked up the sheet dragged a corner on the ground, and put it back on the couch, the smile was very charming, but the woman opposite him wrinkled her nose, and a bad smell of medicine penetrated her sense of smell.

"I was decocting the medicine just now.... After all, your illness .... The doctor said that he needed to recuperate...."The man tried to reach out to shake the other man's hand, but he moved, but there was no more.

The woman looked at the spot of light cast on the ground in silence, and after a while, she said softly and gently: "I dreamed of Yi'er.... I dreamed that the entire Bianliang had become a dead city, and even the people in the palace were infected.... Then I saw Yi'er in my dream.... He.... Sitting alone in that great hall.... A person .... Crying there..... It's sad to cry.... Calling mother... Mother.... It's so sad...."

She muttered, and a tear slipped out of the corner of her eye, down her cheek, and onto the back of her hand..... Somewhat lukewarm.

"Xiao B.... Think of a way, I want to see Yi'er once..."

Then, she looked at the man.

The light spots on the ground were slowly moving, and when they reached the instep, the man sitting in front of the couch nodded, his eyes firm: "I want to find a way.... I'm sure you'll see Yi'er. ”

Outside the house, a voice suddenly shouted: "Xiao Yi.... Your fried medicine is almost paste..."

The man suddenly patted his head and hurriedly ran out: "That's right.... Your medicine, Xiao Yi will come when he goes. ”

The woman who was half-seated on the couch wiped away her tears, looked at him in a panic, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and then nodded.

"You laugh, it's so beautiful. ”

Yan Qing said.

Under the clouds, the birds crossed, north of Bianliang.

The woman named Hibiscus raised her head, watched the birds disappear in the dense green field, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, stroked the temples around her ears, and carried a small basket in her hand, which contained some herbs and wild vegetables that had just grown.

The village is still the same as usual, everyone is busy.

As we walked through a thatched hut, there sat a woman under the eaves, and the strip of cloth wrapped around her head matched the corner of the woman's body. When the woman saw her coming from afar, she greeted her with a smile.

"Fleur... Come over for dinner at home tonight, and give you a taste of meat today. The woman was a little proud, but there was no show off in her eyes.

"Nope. The woman's figure walked towards the small grass hut on the other side, shaking her head, the green silk swaying on her shoulders, and she showed a bright smile, although there were two missing teeth in her mouth, but the smile was like a blooming red camellia.

Taking two steps, Fleur turned around with a shallow smile and said, "Aunt Niu.... The wound on your head is almost healed, and you can take the strip of cloth off. ”

Under the eaves, the woman nodded again and again, for such a kind woman, she liked it from the bottom of her heart, if only her son was still there, but it's a pity.... In the midst of the turmoil, the home is gone.

In the midst of joy, her eyes flashed with incurable pain, and when she saw that the kind figure had left, the woman muttered something, and went back into the house, looking at a peeled mouse soaked in a clay pot.

Licked his mouth.

.....

"Daddy.... I am back. ”

The basket was placed at the door, and the woman shouted sweetly outside the house, and then went to take the herbs under the eaves out to dry.

"Oh. The door was open, and the figure of the old man came out of it, "I was cooking just now.... Thank you for your hard work. ”

"It's not hard.... Fleur thinks it's good now. ”

The old man looked at the slender and busy figure, hesitated, and finally spoke: "Fleur.... Daddy thinks, are you.... Or rather... Isn't it time for you to get married...."

In the sunshine, the woman was stunned.

"After all, Dad is too old to take care of you for long. The old man then sat down under the eaves and mentioned it casually.

PS: Two more, there is one more, but it may be late.