Xiao Qinghuan

But today may be destined to be a sleepless night.

In Liujia Village two hundred miles away, Zhuang Yi was wiping the blood on his hands with a cloth towel, his brows and eyes were full of exhaustion.

He and Jiang Ying came here as medicine herb merchants, but found that the situation here was more serious than the information.

The plague in Liujia Village obviously did not just break out, but the early symptoms of the plague were too similar to typhoid fever, such as headache, fever, or diarrhea. Most of the villagers were focused on how to resist the flood, and did not care about their physical health at all. discomfort.

It wasn't until they found that someone's wound was festering and diarrhea continued that the villagers began to panic.

But Liujia Village is too remote, and it is two hours away from the nearest Tongxi Town. Most of the villagers have already become extremely thin due to the lack of water and food in the past few days, and they have no ability to go to the town to seek medical treatment. .Occasionally, a few strong men came to Tongxi Town, but most of the doctors waved their hands repeatedly when they heard the symptoms, and did not dare to come. They only left a few medicines for those who sought medical treatment. .

If Zhuang Yi hadn't brought Jiang Ying here, the people in this village would have been trapped here to death.

"That won't work. There are at least 200 people in this village. It's no joke that the plague is contagious. The flood hasn't receded. It's impossible for you and me to clean up this mess." Zhuang Yi washed his hands and used Liang Shui twisted a kerchief to cover his face, and said in a muffled voice, "Write to Jiang Xiaohan and ask him to bring someone to bring medicine."

"Okay." Jiang Ying was stepping in from the door, and promised to put the tray in her hand on the table: "I saw the patient today, you take the medicine first, the water is boiling, take a bath in a while, and I will put it on your body." Take this clothes and burn them."

There are very few places to stay in Liujia Village, so they can only borrow a homestay that seems to be in good repair, but after all, the epidemic has broken out, and Jiang Ying can't live in peace.

"I'm very careful today, so I shouldn't be infected." Zhuang Yi took off the warm veil from his face and threw it into the basin: "You don't have to be so nervous."

"Be cautious." Jiang Ying pushed the tray forward: "If it can't be cured, it's fine to die."

"What did you say, aren't those people's lives?" Zhuang Yi frowned and glanced at him, took the medicine bowl and swallowed a few mouthfuls: "Grind the ink for me."

Jiang Ying understood that he was angry, so she stopped saying anything to offend others, silently put the things on the table back, and laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Zhuang Yi.

He knew that Zhuang Yi didn't like him treating human life so lightly, but in fact, to him, except for Jiang Xiaohan's life, which counted as a weight in his eyes, the rest of the people in this world were nothing more than checks and balances. .

He was originally a shadow guard by His Majesty's side, and in the first ten years he had to struggle in flesh and blood.When I was young, I had to compete with my peers, and only those who won could live, and those who won could have food, but when they grew up, they could only compete with their enemies.He has seen too many dirty things and killed too many people for His Majesty.He was just a knife, if he cared about human life, he would have long since died in a mass grave.

Even if he later went to Jiang Xiaohan's side by accident, his nightly nightmares never stopped.The white bones glowing with cold light broke out from the ground, and the sharp bone spurs clasped his hands and feet, making him unable to move. The dead man with his bloody mouth staggered from the dark night, tearing his flesh and blood one mouthful at a time. Bite down.

He sold his life for His Majesty for 15 years, until that afternoon six years ago, when Jiang Xiaohan, who had just finished his housework, entered the palace to face the saint.Holding a hundred-bone fan in his hand, the young man was sitting in the hall of the Zichen Hall with downcast eyes and a slight smile. With a fluttering word of begging for a reward, he brought him out of the deep palace, who was already in pieces at that time.

Jiang Ying later asked Jiang Xiaohan why he took the risk of being suspected by His Majesty to beg him for a useless shadow guard. At that time, Jiang Xiaohan just shook his head with a smile and left him a new set of clothes and a set of clothes. A jade tablet engraved with Jiang's surname.

But no matter what, Jiang Xiaohan took him out of the deep palace and became his master.

In this world, apart from Jiang Xiaohan's life, Zhuang Yi's life was the only thing he could care about.

But he didn't want to say these words, and Zhuang Yi might not understand.Jiang Ying had learned to be silent in the long night, and he didn't think it was such an unbearable thing. As far as he was concerned, as long as he did what he should do, the rest was to live and earn.

But obviously Zhuang Yi didn't think so.

"Hello." Zhuang Yi knocked on the table with his pen, and asked him angrily, "Why don't you talk, are you angry?"

"No." Jiang Ying spread a new rice paper for him.He didn't lie, and he really didn't think there was anything to be angry about. Zhuang Yi was a bit arrogant and self-willed, but he was very pure in heart. He would not take it to heart when he said something out of mouth occasionally.

"I didn't mean to stab your heart." Zhuang Yi looked a little regretful: "It's just that if a person doesn't even care about human life, why do he care about living in this world."

"Jiang Ying." Zhuang Yi said, "I just hope you look more like a human being."

These words became more and more smeared, Zhuang Yi was pampered and spoiled since he was a child, so he didn't know how to comfort others.After I finished speaking, I also felt that what I said seemed inappropriate.

"No, I didn't mean that." Zhuang Yi was a little anxious: "What I mean is, be like an ordinary person, don't live like you don't even care about yourself."

Zhuang Yi just felt that the more he said, the more wrong he was, and finally threw the pen in his hand angrily: "Forget it, I won't say anything."

Jiang Ying grew up with malice and precautions, so she naturally understands what is true and what is false.So even if Zhuang Yi's words were not pleasant, he still felt warm in his heart.

Zhuang Yi tilted his head, secretly glanced at Jiang Ying's face from the corner of his eye, only to find that the corners of Jiang Ying's lips curled up slightly, like a flashing smile.

People who have walked in front of the imperial court, even if they are just shadow guards who do not show their faces, are required to have a good appearance.But Jiang Ying was usually either respectful or indifferent, cutting off three points of his handsome appearance.

At this time, the hard and heavy shell on the handsome young man's body seemed to have cracked a narrow gap, Zhuang Yi let out a hey in surprise, but found that the smile was fleeting, as fast as his illusion.

"Did you just laugh?"

Jiang Ying returned to her usual indifferent look: "...No."

"Boring." Zhuang Yi slumped on the chair, picked up a clean pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote two random strokes on the paper: "I should ask Jiang Mo to accompany me."

"He has no martial arts, the young master asked me to protect you."

"It's nothing if he doesn't have martial arts. I'm here to treat illnesses, not to fight." Zhuang Yiman snorted nonchalantly: "At least he can talk with me."

"I can also talk." Jiang Ying said expressionlessly.

Zhuang Yi completely ignored him.

However, Young Master Zhuang may be in his natal year this year, and it is not good for him to go out, so he has become a good but not a bad spirit without saying a word.

— Commonly known as the crow's mouth.

Zhuang Yi wrote letters to his nearest bank and Jiang Xiaohan, put them in two bamboo tubes, and walked out the door yawning, planning to return to sleep after delivering the letters.

When passing by, Jiang Ying grabbed his arm, and before Zhuang Yi could ask him what happened, he felt Jiang Ying's hand holding his arm suddenly forcefully, throwing him behind him.

Zhuang Yi staggered back a few steps, and before he had time to attack, he heard Jiang Ying kick open the door with a bang, and the sword at his waist was unsheathed with a bang, and a cold light flashed across the night.

"What's going on!" Young Master Zhuang exclaimed in shock.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from outside the door, and Zhuang Yi was startled by the change, but Jiang Ying blocked the door tightly, and he was blocked behind him, unable to see anything.

Jiang Ying held the sword and confronted the person for a while, then put the sword across his chest with a cold face, turned slightly sideways, and showed the scene outside the door for Zhuang Yi.

A dozen or so male villagers scattered and knelt outside the door. When they saw Zhuang Yi, they called out to Dr. Zhuang one by one. The leader was a middle-aged man. When he saw him, he wiped his tears and begged him like a living Bodhisattva. .

"Doctor Zhuang, you are kind-hearted. You have treated us when you came here. Can you give me some food? The baby in the family has been hungry for several days."

Seeing this, Zhuang Yi took a few steps and was about to go out to help him, but when he reached the door, Jiang Ying's scabbard lay across his chest, abruptly blocking the castration.

"you--"

Zhuang Yi wanted to push Jiang Ying's hand away, but when he turned his head, he found that something had been brushed off from the corner of his eye. He turned his gaze back and looked at the man kneeling in front of him again, only to find that a quilt was thrown not far in front of him. A hoe cut from it.

The cut of the wooden handle is neat, and new stubble is still growing.

Zhuang Yi belatedly remembered Jiang Ying's sword that had just been unsheathed, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back for a moment, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

His eyes couldn't help falling on the crowd, and he realized that someone kneeling behind looked familiar. Zhuang Yi squinted his eyes and thought for a while, before he remembered that he had treated this person just this afternoon.Seeing him looking over, the man dodged his eyes and looked away, not daring to meet his gaze.

When he arrived at Liujia Village, it was already dark, so he didn't show his intentions in the village with great fanfare.Except for the people who settled down, only a few patients he met in the village knew that he was a medicine merchant from Pingjiang Mansion.

Looking at the people kneeling in front of him, Zhuang Yi couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.A dozen middle-aged men came late at night, armed with weapons. If Jiang Ying's martial arts hadn't frightened them, what would they have planned to do.

Jiang Ying seemed to sense his uneasiness, turned her head to look at him slightly, and stretched out her hand to protect him firmly behind her.

"What's the matter, let's talk about it in the daytime tomorrow." Jiang Ying said coldly: "My son is going to rest."

After he finished speaking, he closed the door and extinguished the candles in the house regardless of the shouts from outside.

Zhuang Yi took a few steps back in a daze, and sat down on the bed: "They..."

"Life and death are imminent, people want to live, no wonder they." Jiang Ying interrupted him: "They don't necessarily want to do anything to you today, a dozen people just brought a few scattered farm tools, presumably they just want to rob some money You don't have to take medicine to make a living."

"Write to Jiang Xiaohan..." Zhuang Yi panicked, "Tell him to come right away."

"Okay." Jiang Ying's voice paused in the dark, before he coughed and said, "Don't be afraid."

Zhuang Yi raised his head, and saw that the other party was walking towards him from the door, but instead of approaching him, he stood still by the window opposite the bed.

"Go to sleep." Jiang Ying leaned against the window with his sword in his arms, his figure was hidden in the night, and only a low voice came. you."

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