Startled Meng

"Mirror element—"

"Young Master Yu! Master Yan is awake! Come and see! Master Yan has opened his eyes!" Juniper yelled, while Du Yan was so frightened that he walked on the same hands and feet.

Yu Fangzhi ran in and rubbed his wrist: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Yan Cijing nodded slowly, his whole body was hot, his limbs were weak, his joints were sore and painful, and he felt uncomfortable all the time.

Yu Fang knew that iron could not make steel: "Since it's uncomfortable, why don't you take medicine? You vomit as soon as you feed, are you a naughty boy?"

Yan Cijing shook his head with difficulty, and his eye sockets were slightly swollen.

Yu Fangzhi put his hand into the quilt and held it with him: "Pei Yuantang is here, from Ye City, he has something to tell you."

"Let him come..."

Yan Cijing had already lost his voice, but Fang Zhi understood the language and gave up his position.

Pei Yuantang was standing outside the door, his eyes were red, and the gauze was still shaking on his head.

The face of the person lying on the bed was pale and blue, his cheeks were sunken, and his once shining eyes were full of scarlet. Pei Yuantang broke down in tears, and fell to his knees with a plop:

"Master Zhifu... we are late!"

"stand up……"

"Master Yan told you to get up." Yu Fangzhi pushed down Yan Cijing's raised hand, and put a pillow behind him.

Pei Yuantang wiped away his tears: "Jiangling was plagued by floods and epidemics at the same time. The emperor immediately drove back to the palace when he heard about it in the other palace. He called the ministers to discuss and appointed Mr. Xue and five imperial physicians to leave Beijing. They brought food and The medicinal materials have arrived quickly, and the situation in the city is now clear."

Yu Fangzhi added: "There are enough medicines and food in the city. The imperial physician and folk doctors organized by Tang Shuang went to the streets to make rounds. He Qian led people to brew and distribute medicine. Without you in the city, you can still do whatever you need to do."

Pei Yuantang added: "The emperor attaches great importance to this epidemic, and the officials who lied about the disaster have been dismissed and investigated..."

"Okay," Yu Fangzhi pointed out the window, "Look at the smoke from the burning corpses in the city, isn't it small?"

Yan Cijing squinted his eyes to see that he was a little smaller, so he nodded.

Pei Yuantang cried: "The emperor has seen Lord Yan's document, exempting Jiangling from taxes for two years, and sent the minister of the Ministry of Industry to help him repair canals and embankments."

"You can rest assured." Yu Fangzhi took the medicine bowl from Juniper's hand, scooped up a spoonful of decoction and held it to his mouth, "Can I drink the medicine?"

Yan Cijing opened his mouth slightly and slowly swallowed the bitter soup.

Seeing that his Adam's apple didn't move, Yu Fang laughed, "Drink the medicine, and I'll give you candy later, okay?"

Yan Cijing nodded and swallowed the medicine.

"Holding his breath, he refused to take the medicine. So you were waiting for the minister of disaster relief in Ye City?" Yu Fang knew that after feeding him the medicine, he helped him to lie down again.

Yan Cijing watched Yu Fangzhi motionlessly, and slowly let out two clear tears.

Yu Fangzhi felt sore and unbearable, hiding from Yan Cijing's gaze, wiped away his tears: "You have nothing to worry about, go to sleep."

Yan Cijing whimpered in his throat, and closed his eyes in relief.

Yu Fangzhi stayed with him until Yan Cijing fell asleep. It was different from any other time before. Yan Cijing slept very deeply, breathing evenly and gently, and his eyebrows were no longer wrinkled. He really fell asleep.

But Yu Fangzhi was still worried, so he asked Du Yan and Juniper to watch by the bed in case of accidents, while he took Pei Yuantang out.

Only then did Yu Fangzhi discover the gauze on Pei Yuantang's head, and asked, "What's going on?"

Pei Yuantang's eyes were still red, he touched his forehead, and said, "It's okay if I knocked accidentally."

Not accidentally.

He accompanied the Hanlin scholars in the other palace and saw the documents discarded in the corner. How could the Jiangling epidemic be delayed?He begged the adults and eunuchs in other palaces, no one wanted to disturb the emperor's cleanliness, he was not afraid, and knelt outside the palace gate to beg to see him.

As soon as he knelt down, he was dragged away, tossing back and forth, the noise was so loud that he finally disturbed the emperor, and he was escorted into the palace for questioning.

The document in his arms was presented, and he was afraid that the emperor would not believe him, so he kowtowed and begged the emperor to order relief, and finally got his wish.

"The emperor was furious, and left the other palace and returned to the imperial city. Wei Xiang had been waiting outside the imperial study room, saying that he had just learned of the danger in Jiangling, and immediately drew up a disaster relief memorial."

Yu Fangzhi scolded secretly: "Dog thief."

Pei Yuantang asked about Mr. Yan's situation again, Yu Fangzhi told the truth, Pei Yuantang couldn't help being sad, Yu Fangzhi urged him to leave, Pei Yuantang nodded, wiped his tears and took out a letter from his sleeve.

"Young Master Yu, do you still remember that you once asked me for the essay written by Mr. Yan for the exam, and I brought it."

Yu Fangzhi took it: "Thank you."

For the next few days, Yan Cijing fell into a deep sleep, and was woken up because it was time to drink medicine.

Yu Fangzhi stayed with him all the time. He saw Yan Cijing's slightly flushed face after the heat faded away, and got used to the gradually even and powerful breathing.

Yan Cijing is slowly getting better.

Yu Fang was not afraid of being bored when he was sick. He read the article Pei Yuantang gave him over and over again, pinching Yan Cijing's occasionally trembling fingers while reading.

He didn't want to miss the moment when Yan Cijing was sober.

On this day, Yu Fangzhi read the article again. The article written by Zhuangyuanlang was excellent. He learned the new by reviewing the past.

"The Ming Dynasty mainly focused on farming and mulberry, collected less taxes and collected more livestock, used real warehouses to prepare for floods and droughts, so the people can get it..." Yu Fang knew Yan Cijing for the first time, and said with a smile , "Our Lord Yan is actually a good official."

He thought that Yan Cijing became an official just to get close to Wei Cheng for revenge, or that Yan Cijing had always revealed this in front of him, but in any case, at least when he finished writing this article in the palace examination, Yan Cijing Jing really wanted to be a good official.

Therefore, Yan Cijing's emphasis on flood control and epidemic prevention, as well as on the people of Jiangling City, is not only because he is in charge of politics, but because he really wants to make Jiangling City better.

"Master Yan..."

Yu Fangzhi held Yan Cijing's unconscious hand: "Your Excellency Yan loves the people, why don't you take pity on me?"

"Wake up quickly, okay..."

The rice paper fell to the ground silently, Yu Fangzhi couldn't care less about picking it up, and bowed his head in silence, the exhaustion of days of hard work was revealed on his drooping back at this moment.

The white smoke outside the window has long been so thin that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the sound of breathing inside the window has gradually become longer and deeper...

Yan Ci Jing Jing fell asleep for a long time, and almost couldn't remember why he fell down. When he just opened his eyes, the blue sky outside the window made him inexplicably comfortable, but his right hand was pressed a little heavy.

He moved his hands, causing the people beside the bed to exclaim.

Yu Fangzhi is like a baby who has just learned to speak. He has said everything about you and me, and he can't even make a complete sentence.

Yan Cijing looked at him quietly, slowly raised his hand, and put his palm against Yu Fangzhi's face.

Exhausting the strength of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Yan Cijing gave Yu Fangzhi a faint smile.

The author says:

The moment of Yan Cijing's social death: the previous articles were dug up and read in front of others