Traitor, he is bent on death

The back of Jiang Jintang's thin ears turned a bright red from the steam, but Xuan Lan wanted to ask, "Do you think so, brother?"

"..." Jiang Jintang pursed his lips.

His scalp was numb from Xuan Lan's elder brother's call, so he had to take two steps back, widen the distance between the two, look away, and said in a cold tone, "Lovesickness is a terminal disease, I can't cure it."

Not giving Xuan Lan another chance to speak, Jiang Jintang looked at the strong man and said, "I can see a little bit of brother's illness."

The strong man said: "Then tell me."

"My brother's eyes are red, his complexion is not good, his mood is irritable and uncomfortable, and he always reaches out to rub his flanks. If I am not mistaken, recently my brother often has dry mouth, pain in his flanks, and he does not want to eat. Chest tightness and good breath.①"

The strong man's face changed, and he subconsciously touched the edge of his ribs again, with a confused look on his face: "Then tell me, what is my disease? What medicine should I use to treat it?"

"Brother, this is a disease of stagnation of liver qi. The most important thing is to regulate your emotions. You can eat radish, grapefruit, or hawthorn in your daily diet. You should have seen the doctor. The medicine prescribed by the doctor is definitely There are medicinal materials such as bupleurum, woody fragrance, citrus aurantium, white peony..." Jiang Jintang smiled slightly: "I'm not wrong."

The strong man's eyes widened: "Are you really a doctor?!"

He was also a bold person, and said: "I was the one who offended me just now, please don't take offense, young man, we have nothing to do, the world is difficult, but we just want to find a way to survive."

"I don't care about things that are reasonable." Jiang Jintang frowned and said, "I just heard from you that a lord came to the capital, and this lord ordered to spread the plague in the city?"

"That's not right!" Mentioning this matter, the strong man's face was extremely ugly: "The higher-ups are going to investigate, they panic, so naturally they can only take us plain-headed people for their lives!"

"Then why don't you escape?" Xuan Lan asked.

"Escape? Let's not talk about where we can escape to." The strong man smiled bitterly: "Now the city gate is guarded by guards, only allowed in and not out, we can't even get out of the city gate!"

Jiang Jintang's eyes darkened, and he asked, "What's the name of that lord from the capital?"

"How do we know that?" The strong man thought for a while, and then said, "I always call him Master Feng."

wind.

The Feng family also took a share of the disaster in the south of the Yangtze River. No wonder Yin Yao went to Beijing to file a lawsuit, but the Feng family did not respond at all.

Jiang Jintang calmed down very well, thanked the strong man, and said, "Take care, everyone."

The strong man sighed: "Young doctor, take care of yourself too."

Jiang Jintang and Xuan Lan came out of the alley, and they were silent for a while, until they came to a medical clinic, Jiang Jintang suddenly said: "No wonder the other party wants your life so much, it turns out that it is the Feng family, but I don't know who is here .”

Xuan Lan raised her eyebrows: "If you want to know who it is, don't you know if you go and have a look?"

Jiang Jintang was startled, and said, "I'm just a frail scholar who can't carry my shoulders or hands. Your face is still printed on the arrest warrant. How can you get there?"

"Actually, I'm pretty good at fighting." Xuan Lan said casually: "The foundation of the Feng family is not here, and the Yin family is more powerful. The Feng family dare not take my life openly."

Jiang Jintang said softly, "Then you go by yourself, don't drag me down."

Xuan Lan grabbed his wrist and said: "What do you mean, the husband and wife are birds in the same forest, and they will fly separately when disaster strikes?"

"..." Jiang Jintang said, "I don't say a single word from my mouth all day long."

Xuan Lan was a little aggrieved: "Why is there no more? - I yearn for you, is it human?"

"It doesn't count." Jiang Jintang said coldly: "Can you spend the time you spend on making love on business?"

"I'm not talking about love." Xuan Lan followed Jiang Jintang slowly, and said with a smile, "I'm unrequited love."

Jiang Jintang said: "Then you continue to think, I'll go back to the inn first."

"Don't." Xuan Lan pulled him back and said, "I'm not joking with you, I really plan to go to the prefect's mansion here, and meet the people from the Feng family."

"I……"

"Don't worry." Xuan Lan said, "Even if I die, you will still live."

He raised his hand to pin Jiang Jintang's wind-blown hair behind his ear, "I always count on what I say.

……

The prefect of Huazhou is a literati who abides by the doctrine of the mean. His political performance has been mediocre in recent years, all thanks to the good terrain of Huazhou and his natural support.

Jiang Jintang looked at Xuan Lan who was squatting on the wall of the eunuch's mansion, took a deep breath, and said, "...You mean to go to Huifeng's family, just to turn over their yard?"

Xuan Lan said: "If I am caught by them now, it will be very troublesome, if I don't get in, what should I do?"

Jiang Jintang turned around and left: "Please accompany me."

Xuan Lan said: "You just leave me and go in alone?"

Jiang Jintang reasoned with him: "Let's not say I can't get in, even if I get in, it will drag you down, so you should go in and see for yourself."

He looked up and said, "There's a tea house over there, I'll wait for you inside."

Xuan Lan looked down at Jiang Jintang: "Wait for me?"

Jiang Jintang paused: "Otherwise?"

Xuan Lan smiled: "Cheng, you wait for me in the teahouse."

He stood up and said, "I'll be very sad if I can't find you when I go out."

Jiang Jintang didn't speak, just looked at Xuan Lan quietly.

Xuan Lan didn't look at him, but just said: "When I'm sad, I always have a bad temper, and I don't know what I will do,"

Before he was about to jump down, he turned his head and glanced at Jiang Jintang, with a smile on his lips: "Be more obedient."

Before Jiang Jintang could speak, he had already jumped into the courtyard.

His outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Jiang Jintang slowly withdrew his hand, stood there for a while, turned around and left, and finally let out the Mingdi in his sleeve in a place where there were few people.

……

Xuan Lan was good at sneaking into the prefect's mansion and was discovered by others. A man who looked like a butler was giving orders under the eaves. Xuan Lan dodged and hid behind the pillar, just when he heard him say: "Those unscrupulous people still refuse to come to collect things?! "

"Yes... In the past few days, only a dozen or so people have come to pick them up. They still need clothes, and they don't need any food."

The housekeeper gritted his teeth anxiously: "Where did the news leak out! These untouchables are really..." He sighed heavily, and said: "Mr. Feng is still sitting in the hall, and the prefect is still waiting for the news. How can I report this!"

The servant rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't you order to bring back many plague-infected corpses?"

The housekeeper pondered: "If it wasn't for the emergency, I didn't want to do this, but seeing that the emperor has arrived at the border of Qingzhou, I'm afraid it will be too late if I don't do anything."

He gritted his teeth and became cruel, and said, "I'll go ask Mr. Feng and Your Excellency for instruction."

As he said he entered the painting hall, the servants all lowered their heads, and someone whispered: "Brother Huzi... Then if everyone is infected with the plague, what shall we do?"

The servant who spoke to the butler before said: "Don't worry, we are all from the prefect's mansion. Of course, we will leave with the adults. When the gate of Qiuziyan is opened and the water comes in, it will just wash the epidemic city. .”

"But..." Someone couldn't bear to say: "That's countless human lives!"

Hu Zi spat: "You have a good heart? Let me tell you, if you sympathize with them, stay here and die with them!"

The man was afraid to speak immediately.

Hu Zi said: "We are just some little people, the adults above want their lives, what can we do? We have nothing to do!"

It was as if they had found an excellent excuse, and many people agreed: "Yes, yes, we just want to live."

"I can only blame them for their bad luck!"

"..."

Xuan Lan showed a mocking smile.

This is the inferiority of human beings. As long as a high-sounding reason is found, helping the evildoers becomes a good deed.

The butler came out not long after, with a serious expression on his face: "Hurry up and gather people to put the corpses in the city, and Qiuziyan will also start preparations."

The servants took orders and scattered.

When everyone left, Xuan Lan stepped into the painting hall, and saw the stalemate inside, the young man sitting on the first seat turned pale: "Before I came, no one told me to do such a heartless thing! "

"Young master, don't be angry." The middle-aged man with a long face sat next to the young man and said with a smile: "These are all orders from my subordinates, and have nothing to do with my young master."

The boy suddenly stood up from the chair, grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar, and said coldly: "Fan Ling! Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Fan Ling laughed twice: "How can this be called playing tricks on you? Before leaving, Lord Hou ordered his subordinates to teach the young master something during this trip. This is the first lesson, young master."

His voice was gloomy: "People are not for themselves, and heaven and earth are destroyed. I hope the young master can remember it in his heart."

The young man clenched his fists and then loosened them. He took two deep breaths and let go of Fan Ling's collar, saying, "I don't bother to be in cahoots with you!"

"Young master." Fan Ling straightened his clothes and said, "Are you going to fight against your father, the four great families, and all the gentry in the world?!"

The boy froze.

He turned around slowly, revealing a face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, it was the young master of the Feng family, Feng Qian.

Xuan Lan narrowed her eyes slightly, a little surprised, but she figured it out soon.

Feng Rutan dotes on Feng Qian the youngest son the most. Although the title of title cannot be handed over to the youngest son, he will definitely entrust him with important responsibilities. The trip to the south of the Yangtze River is an excellent opportunity for training.

Fan Ling is Feng Rutan's most valued counselor, and asking him to come with Feng Qian also confirmed Xuan Lan's guess.

Feng Qian's complexion can be described as pale as paper. Xuan Lan was not interested in disciplining children, so he left the painting hall quietly, and then returned the same way. After turning over the courtyard wall, he saw that the place where Jiang Jintang was standing before was empty. Only put a greased paper bag.

Xuan Lan stooped to pick up the oiled paper bag with a blank expression, and saw a few pieces of sweet chestnut cake inside.

Like coaxing a child.

Xuan Lan raised her eyes to look at the teahouse, her eyes were dark and dark: "I said it."

"I'll be sad." The boy murmured in a low voice, "Why are you so unbecoming."

The author has something to say:

There is one thing to say, it would be good to buy you stuttering food, if you have too many things, you will be sentenced to prison without a wife!