Qinglian Snow Heavy

In the smoggy sky, the gray wind is blowing, and the residual leaves on the ground are blown up, making a piercing sound.The surroundings were very quiet, but Qinglian always felt that there was a faint crying sound in her ears, which was faint but chilling.Is it the death of a loved one that makes you weep bitterly?With a heavy heart, Qinglian quickened her pace unconsciously.

After walking a few streets, Qinglian found the Charity Hall, and was also shocked by the noisy scene in front of her. The crowd in front of her was shoving and shouting, which was very different from the cold street before.Since the Charity Hall collected almost all the medicinal materials for the disease in the whole capital, it was full of people, but fortunately there were guards from the patrol battalion inside to maintain order, so it did not cause looting.In fact, Jiarui's order to control the relevant medicinal materials is not for profit. On the contrary, the special medicinal materials for the treatment of the epidemic are distributed free of charge, and the household registration and other relevant information of the recipients are recorded.

This street is home to several medical clinics and pharmacies in the capital. Since Qinglian couldn't squeeze into the Charity Hall, she went to the surrounding pharmacies to have a look.The pharmacy was also overcrowded, and Qinglian, an idler, was squeezed back and forth in the hall, and was finally driven to a corner connected to the back hall.Qinglian didn't say a word, but looked at the busy crowd going back and forth in front of her, just stood there blankly, all senses were numb.

The sound of crying and cursing was endless, and there were sick faces everywhere in front of my eyes. Their expressions were distorted due to the pain, and there was no trace of vitality.Those whose faces could not be seen were already dead, covered with sackcloth, then swept with grass and carried to the open space in the back hall.Every time she passed by Qinglian, the cloth lifted by the wind turned up from time to time, and she couldn't see it clearly, but Qinglian felt that those who abandoned their wives and children and had to die had never closed their eyes.The unclosed eyes are like an open black hole, making Qinglian feel chills all over her body, a kind of fear arises spontaneously, and quickly envelops her heart.

Qinglian was very frightened, it was the first time she faced death directly, the pale color, the shrill cry, all kinds of misery, did they all come from herself?Qinglian was crucified on the spot and couldn't move. It turned out that the disaster that brother Yu said was real, and the disaster really happened like this.Just when Qinglian was thinking wildly, she was startled suddenly, felt someone slapped herself, turned her face slowly, saw clearly that it was Yan Ming's smiling face, Qinglian opened her mouth, and released a syllable.

Yan Ming's smile was light, and the wrinkled scars on his cheeks were full of gloating and mocking eyes. Qinglian didn't like it at all, but Qinglian couldn't resist, and let Yan Ming pull herself out. to the pharmacy.After leaving the heavy and strong medicinal fragrance, Qinglian recovered a little bit of consciousness. Seeing Yan Ming bowed and saluted, although she knew that Yan Ming was her servant, Qinglian still couldn't get used to it, and helped Yan Ming herself.

Just now she felt that Yan Ming was laughing at her, but now Qinglian saw Yan Ming's haggard face, which seemed to be sick, and blurted out, "Are you sick too? How about the others?" Qinglian was worried When Yan Ming came to the pharmacy, it couldn't be that the subjects of the Moon Kingdom also got the disease, so I asked this question.

Yan Ming was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the priest who had always been at odds with him to care about him, but then he realized something, his face turned cold, and he said calmly: "Please worry about the priest, I'm an old problem. I have had my hands and feet broken before, and the winter in Yindu is extremely cold, so come here today to make some medicinal wine for promoting blood circulation and dispelling blood stasis." Hearing what Yan Ming said, Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief, and the nervous expression on her face faded a little, at least for now The epidemic disease in Yindu has not yet affected the clansmen.How could Yan Ming not know what Qinglian was worried about, so he asked Qinglian playfully, "My lord, are you worried about something else?" Seeing that Qinglian was silent, Yan Ming continued, "Could it be that you are worried about things like the capital?" People who are sick? Tsk tsk, this epidemic is so fierce, how many people will die? It really is a nation that is despised by the moon god."

"Don't talk nonsense, no one will die, no one will get the disease, I believe everything will be fine!" Qinglian hurriedly defended, but Yan Ming interjected: "Oh, so, isn't it because of your anger, priest The moon god finally sent down disasters to punish these fools who blasphemed and persecuted the blood of the gods? I heard that General Tong couldn't afford to be sick, it seems that the disease is already rampant..."

"No, my father just caught a cold occasionally, not an epidemic. He is much better after taking the medicine. Please don't say these unlucky words!" Although Qinglian was frightened, she didn't allow Yan Ming to continue, he would not let others curse the illness father. "Oh, is that so?" Yan Ming said, "But that's right. With you by my side, General Tong will be fine. The divine jade on your forehead can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. It can remove dust and cleanse dirt, and ward off evil spirits." I believe General Tong is just a minor ailment and he should be able to recover soon, but it's just poor..."

Hearing that Yan Ming said that her father would be fine, Qing Lian breathed a sigh of relief, just now when Qing Lian saw corpses covered in white cloth lifted up in front of her eyes, Qing Lian's heart was lifted high, he I was afraid that my father would not wake up, and like them, his kind face was covered by white cloth the next day.Now that Yan Ming said that being by her father's side can cure her illness, Qinglian's heart finally came to fruition, but she could hear the deep meaning in Yan Ming's unfinished words.

"It's just what..." Qinglian asked the question as Yan Ming expected, Yan Ming smiled and said nothing, pretending to be profound, and then talked about other topics: "My lord priest, you really have a kind heart. The world cannot be stained with blood, but fortunately the heavens have eyes to send this plague to punish the sinners here. You are the true priest of our Yue Kingdom, and you have a clear heart!" Yan Ming was about to kneel down and worship.

Qinglian supported Yan Ming's body, and asked eagerly: "It's not that, I'm asking you what you didn't finish just now!" Seeing that it was almost done, Yan Ming sneered in his heart that this priest didn't have many cities, so he used some tricks Once excited, the size is messed up. "Oh, that's right, my lord, all I want to say is that I have poor Emperor Jiarui of the Yin Kingdom. When the country is in crisis, he is suffering from a stubborn disease and his life is hanging by a thread. I don't know if he can survive this time." .Hey, it seems that I was wrong before, we don't need to worry about it at all, the gods have their own clarity, and they will not let every sinner go!"

Yan Ming was very satisfied when he saw Qinglian's surprised but worried expression.Because Qinglian, as a sacrificial priest, has no sense of responsibility and sense of family and country, Yan Ming has hated it for a long time, so how could he sincerely consider Qinglian.Jiarui's illness was witnessed by Yan Ming with his own eyes, because Yan Ming had been negotiating with Jiarui for a reciprocal agreement between the two countries in the past few days, and Yan Ming could see Jiarui's haggard day by day.So much so that when they met for the last time to confirm the credentials, Jiarui passed out on the dragon chair with the scroll in hand.Although the agreement between Yueyin has not been signed because of Jiarui's illness, Jiarui is suffering from the pain in front of his eyes, but Yan Ming really relieves his hatred in his heart, and he no longer cares about the recent avoidance up.

185. The end...

For Jiarui, the current situation is simply a dead end, and he never thought that such a huge natural disaster is hidden behind the seemingly past wind and rain.Since ancient times, epidemics are more terrifying than any natural disasters, because you have to watch your family members die around you, and the lives of many people around you are slowly disappearing, and you don't know when it will be your turn while waiting for death.

People in the capital died one after another. As an emperor, he regards all people as his sons, how can he not be anxious and heartbroken, and devote all his efforts?Jia Rui practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his body has always been very strong. If it weren't for the fact that he knelt in the rain for ten days, got cold and fever, and hurt his vitality.Originally, Jiarui intentionally punished himself and made atonement because of his guilt towards Qinglian, but later he became physically and mentally exhausted because of Lisi's entanglement, and then contracted an illness, which has been out of control ever since.

At first it was just a cold and fever, and Jia Rui didn't pay much attention to it, but later the illness progressed and turned into a continuous high fever coma. Even when he woke up, his head felt like a huge stone covered the top, and the pain was severe.At first, Jiarui was able to meet courtiers and deal with state affairs, but later on, he became unable to do what he wanted, because it had reached the point where he was more sleepy and less awake.When he was sick, Jiarui's spleen and stomach became weak, and he lost weight quickly due to unresponsive medicine and food.

If he was sick, Jiarui would be able to survive with his tenacity, because Jiarui could even endure the heart-wrenching pain of letting Qinglian go, and there were no hurdles that he couldn't overcome.When Jia Rui said goodbye to Qinglian that day and returned to the palace where he no longer had a confidant, in Jia Rui's eyes every palace was like a bottomless cave, dark and deep, as if it wanted to swallow people up.But even though Ling Chi's heart was dripping with blood, Jia Rui never gave up hope, and stayed strong, waiting until the rain had stopped and the clouds hadn't parted.Despite this, Jiarui still believes that maybe tomorrow the sun will shine on the earth, everything will recover, and everything will be fine.And I can definitely make up for what the late emperor did, and return Qinglian to a peaceful homeland, so that the crimes committed by the late emperor will be as few as possible and not have to be imposed on Qinglian.

But just when Jiarui trudged with all his strength and was about to reach the end point that was within sight, the broad avenue in front of him quickly collapsed, turning into an unreachable abyss.After a string that had been tense for a long time was slowly loosened, it was suddenly stretched a hundred times stronger, and the ending was that the string, which was overwhelmed, was undoubtedly broken, just like Jia Rui today.

When the number of people who died of unknown diseases continued to rise, reported by Jing Zhaoyin for three consecutive days, Jiarui could control the medicine in the city and block the city to stop the spread;