At night, after serving Wanyan, taking medicine and falling asleep, Wanyao went to the next door to see if Xiang Yuanyuan had kicked the quilt, walked around, and only after everything was settled, she gently opened the door.
At night in summer, the moon will be brighter and rounder than usual, which is due to the approaching Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wan Yao walked out under the moonlight, but before she left the courtyard, she saw Xiang Huan sitting high against a tree when she looked up.
He was looking sideways at the Wanjia lanterns that were also sleeping in Chang'an City. Her bundled blue hair was blown on her cheeks by the evening wind. She didn't dare to get too close for fear of being noticed, so she just watched quietly from behind the hanging flower door. , imagine the expression he will have at this time.
Wan Yao vaguely remembered that Mrs. Xiang died to give birth to Xiao Yuan.
From then on, the three men of the Xiang family took turns to surround the baby girl who was born two months prematurely every day, coaxing the baby, changing the diaper, and inviting the doctor. Help, even her mother once helped.
? The incident caused a commotion inside and outside the square, and everyone in the streets and alleys knew about it. Fortunately, the child's life was finally saved.
It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. Xiang Yuanyuan stumbled and grew up to one year old, and Mr. Xiang died unfortunately in Shangyang Valley.
In that battle, Wei suffered heavy casualties. Not only did he fail to recover his homeland in the southwest, but he also lost Pingxiang Pass.
Xiang Mansion, which has experienced several storms in succession, is in depression.
When Wanyao occasionally passed by with his mother, he would see a boy in his teens walking back and forth in front of the corner gate, carrying a crying baby girl on his back.
She knew that her parents often mentioned it to her, the children of Uncle Xiang's family, and said that they met when they were young.
But Wanyao couldn't remember.
She took her mother's hand and tried hard to look back to see the boy's face, but he kept his head down, bent over by the restless female doll on his back.
Until one day, Wanyao and her aunt approached the rouge shop in Xishi, through a beaded curtain, she saw the boy with a gloomy expression dragging a thick and long stick past the door.
She pushed aside the curtain unconsciously, and before she could decide whether to follow, her legs were already moving by themselves.
The young man walked very fast, and he walked more and more sideways. When Wanyao was panting and chased under the low wall, he could hear the wind whistling behind the wall.
"Aren't you unconvinced? Be crazy again, try another crazy one"
Someone is fighting!
She was taken aback, not knowing whether she should leave at this moment, but she couldn't help but poke her head to look.
Four or five boys were besieging the boy. There were so many people, and when they caught his feet, a group of people swarmed up and kicked him on the back.
There were scars all over his arms, and he was obviously bruised, but he didn't say a word, his condensed eyes stared straight at the stick that fell not far away.
Wanyao's back was covered in cold sweat when she was startled by such fierce eyes. She wanted to run instinctively, but she was afraid that this person would really be killed, and she felt uneasy.
After all, she is a little girl, and she has never seen such a scene, and she is afraid from the bottom of her heart.
For a while, I wanted to pick up the wooden stick and throw it to him, but I didn't dare after all, and my mind hesitated back and forth.
"Xiang Huan, your brother lost the battle and lost our city."
"He was beaten to death¡ª"
"It's really useless, it's really useless."
The boys felt that he was in control, and made faces around them triumphantly.
Wanyao sensed endless anger and sadness in those eyes, her heart tightened, and when she was about to go out, there was a burst of tiger-like shouts from the crowd.
The young man jumped up like a beast, and the fists and feet that were pressing on him instantly fell away. The boys were surprised and dazed when they fell, but they saw him pick up the wooden stick with the thick mouth of the bowl, and beat it down like a ruthless one.
He hit hard and showed no mercy. The children who were still laughing and laughing just now started screaming. While crying, they got up and ran in panic, like a group of dogs in the water.
Wait for the last one to fly.
Only then did the young man throw away the stick, staring at the direction in which the group of people left, and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb.
Seeing his appearance, it seems that he has long been accustomed to this.
Wanyao timidly stuck out half of his head from behind the wall. The young man in the narrow alley was covered in blood and unkempt, with that vicious aura still lingering, violent and venomous.
For some reason, she remembered the person she saw outside the gate of the Xiang Mansion not long ago, the person who took the trouble to put the baby to sleep, so she walked out cautiously.
However, the other partyOnce sick. "
The old man said slowly, "The local government is helpless, and the imperial physician in the capital can't find a cure, so we can only"
Hearing him pause, Wan Yao couldn't help repeating: "Only?"
"The whole village can only be burned on the spot, leaving no one behind."
This is what Xiang Huan told her before.
Wan Yao only noticed at this time that the old man had a dark purple spot on the back of his hand, and he should also be a patient of the epidemic.
"For many years, many villages and towns in the Shu region were deserted and dead places. You saw houses from a long distance, and when you walked over, you would find that there was no one inside¡ªeveryone who could move, all moved away."
"Has the source of the disease not been found? Could such a large-scale plague be caused by water?"
He shook his head, "If I could find it, I would have found it a long time ago. For more than 20 years, group after group of officials almost failed to turn over the mountains in the middle of Sichuan, but they still found nothing."
Even though she knew there was little hope, Wan Yao still couldn't hide her disappointment after hearing this.
"That's why I said it." The old man walked with his hands behind his back facing the long street, "That kid's words are not all nonsense."
"There is really no cure for this disease."
"It can't be cured"
The voice was still unhurried, but as he drifted away, it became more and more indistinct.
*
In a blink of an eye, I lived in the epidemic area for ten days.
In the early morning Wanyao came back from the pharmacy to get a decoction for two. Xiang Yuanyuan was weak, she woke up less and slept a lot, and it was the hardest thing to take care of, so she put it in the next room first, and went to see her father after feeding the little one.
At the door, Xiang Huan was walking out with a box of used wooden bowls and chopsticks. He tilted his head and asked her, "Wanyao, where do you put the things?"
She took out the medicine bowl and blew it on her lips, and replied, "Put it under the steps, and someone will collect it."
Xiang Huan nodded: "Oh."
At the end, Wanyao thought of something again, and hurriedly reminded: "Don't forget to wash your hands before eating!"
A voice was heard in the distance.
After observing for a period of time, she found that not everyone will be infected with the plague. Generals like Xiang Huan and Yu Fei who are physically fit are mostly able to survive the disaster, while old and frail generals like her father and Xiang Yuanyuan are more likely to survive. Weak, sick and disabled are on the verge of breaking out.
Fortunately, it has been so many days, and there is no sign of her body, probably her body is considered strong.
Wan Yao lifted her skirt and sat down beside the bed, stretched out her hand and gently shook Xiang Yuanyuan: "Yuanyuan? Xiaoyuan Wake up and eat candy."
The latter had probably been deceived by this trick many times, and was as stable as Mount Tai at the moment, motionless.
Due to her young age, her condition deteriorated very quickly, Wan Yao opened a corner of the quilt to feel her pulse, and those frightening purple spots had spread to her wrists, and were about to cover her entire arm.
She frowned, shook her head and sighed softly, just as she was about to get the medicine bowl in front of the bed, she stretched out her arm, but was accidentally scratched by a piece of wood that flew up from the bed frame.
?Because the movement was a little fast, a not-so-shallow wound was caused, and blood beads quickly emerged from the fair skin.
Wan Yao took a low breath, and hurriedly broke off the culprit to prevent it from doing evil again.
The blood flowed continuously from the arm, and dripped to the edge of the bed and the quilt was dotted with spots. It is very dangerous to be injured in such a place where the epidemic is pervasive, so she quickly pulled out a clean veil to clean it up for herself.
Just when Wanyao stroked her arm to check the injury, she inadvertently lowered her eyes, only to find that between Xiang Yuanyuan's skin covered with purple spots, where her own blood was stained, there was a slight trace of it retreating. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com