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The eyes of all the soldiers suddenly fell on Su Lang, Xing Hui raised his eyes and saw Su Lang's face turned pale for a moment, and even his figure swayed indiscernibly.

Xinghui took advantage of the cover of the table case to shake his cold and trembling hand, stepped forward and said calmly: "Understood, Second Young Master will return right away."

Su Lang bit the tip of his tongue, and there was a bloody smell in his mouth. He tried his best to calm down his ups and downs, and turned around to show a helpless smile: "Please doctor? I was with my grandfather two days ago. Don't be greedy for coolness, he never listens to me, insists on dancing swords in the middle of the night, and always thinks he is in his prime."

General Xie Ling turned his gaze, immediately took Su Lang's words, and said with a loud smile: "You don't know that, the old Duke was also a good player who could pull a heavy bow on a horse when he was young, Su Lang, how can you?" Don't underestimate your grandfather."

The guard was also quick-witted, and immediately reacted, nodded repeatedly and said: "Please, the imperial doctor said that the old man caught a cold at night, and he was tired from working a little recently, and fainted for a while, and he probably woke up now." coming."

Su Lang waved his hand helplessly, pulled Xinghui, walked out of the tent, and said: "It's because you always praise him against your will that he becomes more and more disobedient and always feels that he is still young. It's too cold."

Xie Beng looked at his back and cursed with a smile: "It's my fault!"

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, the faint smile on Su Lang's face faded a bit, his expression was normal, his steps were not too fast or slow, and he was still very calm, just like the guards of the Duke's Mansion just rolling and crawling The panic that came in was nothing more than a false alarm.

However, Xinghui walked beside him, but he could clearly feel that Su Lang was trembling and afraid, but he couldn't show the fear at all, and there was a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, so his back had to be always straight straight.

Ying Hai was in an eventful season, and there were many people in the army. If the news of the old Duke's fainting was spread, it would more or less lead to random speculation, which would inevitably shake people's hearts.

I don't notice it on weekdays, but today I know that the road from the barracks to the gate of Yinghai City is very long. Su Lang felt as if he was suddenly caught in the wind and snow. There seemed to be a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, and he couldn't see what should have been in front of him. The city gate that appeared in front of you.

All around with pity looking eyes on him like needles, the chaotic pictures in his mind hit like snow, there are bright lights and night candles in Yinghai City in the past, and the melodious melody in the blue waves and spring can be faintly heard in his ears tune.Then the scene suddenly changed, Yingbei Street, which was ravaged by the heavy rain, was completely empty, and the ominous yellow spot was like a butterfly flying around Yinghaibei out of the city, and the city residents infected by the epidemic were everywhere.

The raging fire of burning carrion corpses under the city wall flashed for a moment, and finally it was the fighting field in front of the gate of Yinghai City where he was late. Su Lang desperately tried to catch the malicious arrow again and again, But no matter how hard he tried, it was still hard to stop him. Feathered arrows always passed through his hand. He was a passer-by from the beginning to the end, watching the arrows sink into Su Dabao's body again and again, and the blood dripped along the path. The arrow body flowed down, and finally gathered into a deep pool at his feet.

He stared blankly at the proud faces reflected in the pool of blood, all the pain that pierced his heart became a joke to please others at this moment, they laughed loudly at him who was devastated.There was darkness in front of him, and the wind and snow hit him head-on amidst the laughter all around him, almost crushing his shoulders——

But someone suddenly held his hand, the wind and snow all over his body disappeared, and Xinghui's face was reflected in front of his eyes.Those hands were too warm, and the gradual warmth from the fingertips gradually dispelled the icy cold that penetrated the heart.

Su Lang suddenly came back to his senses, only to find that Xinghui was standing in front of him, and they hadn't left the barracks yet, the guard who sent the message looked at him worriedly, as if he was going to cry or not.He was stunned in place for a long time, and the surrounding soldiers turned their heads to look at them frequently, their expressions were still searching, but it was no longer the pity and guess just now, but a bit of ridicule and curiosity.

Su Lang looked down at his and Xing Hui's intertwined hands, and immediately understood the reason for those teasing.Xinghui was facing the barracks team, looking at him with a bright smile on his face, but he was stunned on the spot, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like the young master of Lishan Mountain said something earth-shattering in the blue sky, and he was stunned on the spot for a while , and the eager look of the guard turned into a jumping foot that dared not speak out.

Seeing that he came back to his senses, Xing Hui smiled even wider on his face. He intentionally looked around meaningfully at the soldiers who were watching the excitement, but he didn't let go, so he turned around and dragged Su Lang towards Yinghai City.

After walking out of the barracks for a long time, the smile on Xinghui's face disappeared, but he still didn't let go of his hand, but clenched it even tighter.They walked faster, and the guard finally got the chance to report: "Young master, the old man is infected, infected..."

There was a cry in the guard's voice, Su Lang nodded, opened his mouth but said nothing.When the guards panicked and ran into the tent, he had an ominous premonition, and he was already prepared in his heart, but at the moment when the bad news really came, his figure still shook a few times.

There was warmth between his fingers, Xinghui turned his head to look at him, and said in a firm voice, "There are so many imperial doctors here, nothing will happen."

They walked all the way, and Xinghui clasped his fingers together.Later, Su Lang recalled Yinghai's catastrophe, and what supported him through this dark time, apart from the responsibility on his shoulders, was the warmth and confidence of the people around him that passed from his fingers to his heart.

The gate of Yinghai city was close in front of him, Su Lang looked up at this never-sleep city that was about to end its prosperity, only to realize that even the gate of the city had dimmed a lot unknowingly amidst the days of grief.

When Su Lang was in Yinghai, there were not many people, most of them were in the imperial capital.His eldest brother Su Zhao was always in poor health and had been staying in Yinghai City. On the contrary, he, the youngest son, was more worried about the affairs of the Duke's Mansion outside.

As soon as Ying Haicheng's accident happened, he just returned home, and the first thing he did was ignore his elder brother's objection, directly clicked his acupoints, and forced his pregnant sister-in-law and sick elder brother into the carriage , drove away from Yinghai City, and only asked them to arrange a dispatch outside.

Yinghai is his home, and he won't retreat an inch until the last step, but he can't take the risk, and there is no longer a second white lantern hanging in front of the yard.

He didn't know when the epidemic would end. Seeing that Yingbei had become another fallen place after Nanjiang's five counties, it was still difficult to completely control the epidemic.In the same city, separated by a river, no one can be sure whether the disease will suddenly spread to Yingnan. The Duke’s Mansion has to prepare for the worst. They have already started to evacuate with the soldiers in the past few days. people left the city.

No one knows what will happen tomorrow, and in just two months, he can no longer see the future of Yinghai City clearly.

In front of the city gate, there was an attendant from the mansion who was pacing back and forth waiting for him. Seeing him coming, he rushed forward to greet him, said a few words, and then drove towards the city.

When Su Lang and Xing Hui came back, the imperial physician had already consulted, and the servants in the mansion brought the medicine and were about to enter the room.After running around on the front line in Yingbei for several days, the epidemic finally attacked the old man who was already seventy years old at the right time.However, the illness did not completely defeat him. The old man seemed to be fine on the surface, and the first thing he did after waking up was to calmly let the imperial physicians and generals in the mansion who were circling around him calm down. Disperse - there are more people in Yingbei who need them.

On the corridor in the courtyard, there was only Ye Jiu from Lishan Mountain squatting. When General Huai Ze came to Yinghai with the navy, he also followed, obviously worried about Xinghui.Seeing the two of them approaching now, he quickly jumped down from the fence and greeted Xinghui.

Su Lang took the medicine bowl from the attendant, and Xinghui stepped into the room with him, but he didn't notice that Ye Jiu behind him was hesitant to speak.

The old Duke didn't show too much sickness, his complexion was a little abnormally flushed, his hair was gray, but he was still hale and hearty.He was sitting by the window looking through the pharmacopoeia, when he saw Su Lang and Xing Hui approaching, he smiled kindly, and calmly took the soup that Su Lang handed him.

They kept silent about the epidemic, but talked about ordinary things like gossip.

After the bowl of medicine soup was finished, Su Lang took the medicine cup, and the old man calmed down, patted him on the shoulder, and said solemnly: "According to the days, your father will soon come from Jingzhou Silk Road Road in the Northwest." Hurry back. Su Lang, Ying Hai is just the beginning, the real tough battle is yet to come."

When they got up and stepped out of the room, Su Lang stopped for some reason and turned his head to look at his grandfather again. The old man happened to focus on the backs of them walking side by side. Smiling, he nodded slightly.

The old man said that the real tough battle was yet to come, and none of them thought that a sudden thunderstorm and rain at night made Yinghai face a disaster overnight.

The door of Su Lang's room was knocked at the beginning of Maoshi. The family in the mansion came from outside covered in rain, bringing the worst news-the Nanjiang River broke its embankment again, the water level of the Lanjiang River rose sharply, Ying The epidemic that had been calmed down by the imperial physicians in the north suddenly broke out somehow, and it was almost out of control.

Su Lang's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to answer, he saw an attendant running outside in the rain with a lamp, crying, "Second Young Master is not good! The old Duke has vomited blood, and he is already unconscious..."

At the same time, across the bank of the Nanjiang River where the embankment was broken, Dingkang City was still brightly lit in the heavy rain.

The eldest son Zhou Mincai took the letter from Jiang Jincheng's secret guard, glanced at it and handed it to Cangwu Martial Venerable Fang Hongzhen who was sitting opposite him drinking tea, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness said that this rain happened by coincidence, and there will be no one." Yue, Yinghai City will collapse, so now there is only one thing left for Wu Zun to help."

Fang Hongzhen raised his eyelids slightly when he heard the words, and placed the teacup in his hand on the table next to him with a crisp sound.

Zhou Mincai's face remained unchanged, and he continued: "This junior knows that you care about Young Master Fang, but as long as the matter of Yinghai City is over, the whole Changzhou will be under your and my hands. Are you afraid that there will be no bargaining chips in exchange? If Wu Zun is in a hurry, Lao Ying The Duke's order is one of them."

Fang Hongzhen looked at him coldly, and uttered a word after a while: "Say."

Zhou Min just smiled, with a flash of killing intent in his eyes: "The distant water can't quench the near thirst, the reason why Lian Songcheng can shock Changzhou's aristocratic family is not because he was once a direct descendant of the Gu family in the northern border, but Su Lang's father, Duke Ying, Su Que, is behind him, so this man will not be able to return to Changzhou alive, and the most urgent thing is to go to Ningchang in person."

Fang Hongzhen knocked on the table with his fingers, noncommittal.

Zhou Min gritted his teeth, and had to say again: "Ten days later, I will personally negotiate with Su Lang and exchange his grandfather's life, what does Wu Zun think?"

Fang Hongzhen raised his eyes to look at him, got up and said, "Five days."

In the twilight of the morning, Yichong Yong'an Hou's Mansion sent away an unexpected guest. At the same time, the most respected elder of Yishan Academy came out of the mountain and escorted a masked man to the Changzhou garrison camp. .

There were not many pedestrians coming and going at the north gate of Yichong in the early morning. Marquis Yong'an personally sent the guest ten miles outside the city, handed over a sealed letter, and solemnly said: "Please also help convey the message to Tian Ting, Marquis of Yong'an. The government would like to thank His Majesty Long En, and the Yichong Xiao family will keep their promise."

He paused, changed the topic, and smiled at the person in front of him: "Gao Min sent a message a few days ago that he came back from Lishan Mountain. Counting the days, he should have arrived in Yichong, but he has not seen anyone." Ying. You are going to the border of Ningchang. If you happen to meet him on the way, give me a good beating first, and tell this kid to get back quickly. People from outside are about to come to your house. Fortunately, he is still outside. "

The person in front of him didn't know what he thought of when he heard the words, and said with a chuckle: "Master Hou is joking, the son has always been measured."

The cool wind was blowing over his face, slowly blowing away the corner of the bamboo hat, revealing the light and shallow curve of his lips.

Chu Heng, the king of Lishan Mountain.

The author says:

Chu Heng: Your father told me to beat you up.

Xiao Xiao:? ? ?