Chapter 130 and cholera

Yan Zi Ning quietly looked at the enviable couple in the yard in the dark, and his heart felt bitter. Feng Xuanrui's eyes are full of Shangguan Yue, and she is just a dispensable existence. She sighed in her heart, King Jin, I am so close to you, can't you feel my feelings for you at all? Don't you really know that I came to Gannan this time not only for the princess, but also for you? Xue Meng did not know when he had come to her and said coldly, "It is not easy for the prince and the princess to be together. I warn you not to play the prince's idea, otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite to you." Yan Zi Ning said faintly, "Don't forget, I am a woman who has worshipped the prince and been to the prince's sedan chair. In my life, I will never visit another man or go to another man's sedan chair." "You clearly know that it was an expedient measure for the princess to save you." "I know, I know everything!" Yan Zi Ning shed tears silently. "If the princess was not my savior, I wouldn't be so miserable." Xue Meng looked at her pity. "Why do you bother?" Yan Zi Ning wiped her tears with her hand. "This is my own business. Don't worry about it. One day, the prince and princess will understand me." Xue Meng secretly complained in his heart that other men can have three wives and four concubines, but the King of Jin is an exception. If Yan Zi Ning has a thought, once her hopes are dashed, according to her stubborn character, she doesn't know what shocking things she will do. He wanted to remind the prince to find an excuse to send the Yan Zi Ning away, but somehow, this word rolled on his lips several times and did not say it. The somebody else Yan Zi Ning followed the prince through life and death. He had just solved the problem of Gannan and immediately drove people away. Wouldn't it be too unkind? Let's persuade Yan Zi Ning. I hope she can understand earlier that marriage is doomed by heaven and cannot be forced. Feng Xuanrui and Shangguan Yue have been whispering, and they didn't fall asleep until dawn. They were only confused for a while, and the sky was already bright. Yan Zining has prepared food and hot water for washing, and stands in front of them wittily. "Prince, princess, I will serve you to wash." Yan Zi Ning did not shy away from them at all, which made Shangguan Yue somewhat unhappy. "Purple coagulation, go out, don't be so particular, I and the prince don't need to be served. Where is Xue Meng? He hasn't got up yet?" Yan Zining's face could not see any expression. "Xue Meng has fed the horse. You have washed well and he should come back." Feng Xuanrui slept with his clothes last night. When he got up in the morning, his clothes were full of folds. Yan Zi Ning naturally stretched out his hand to straighten it for him, but his hand reached halfway and glanced at Shangguan Yue, but he shrank back again. To hide her embarrassment, she squeaked, "Princess, let me comb your hair." Shangguan Yue saw all this in his eyes. He just pretended not to know. Instead, he tore open the topic. "Zi Ning, we can reach the border of Xiyu today. There is a plague here. Are you afraid?" "The prince and the prince are not afraid. What can Zi Ning be afraid of?" Yan Zi Ning's skill in combing her hair is not as good as Lan Xi's. She is a little clumsy. "I know the princess went to Luoyi to find the proton, but have you ever thought about it? Even if you find it, the proton is not young now, and she must have many wives and grandchildren. If he doesn't admit the past, aren't you bring disgrace to yourself?" Shangguan Yue didn't know that Yan Zi Ning's focus was on the crowds of wives and concubines. She felt angry in her heart. "I just want to know the truth. As for the result, I don't care." Yan Zi Ning noticed that Shangguan Yue was unhappy and quickly whispered, "Zi Ning understands." Four people hit the road again, but yesterday Ma Liu said that plague was prevalent in western Chongqing, and this trip brought a hint of solemn and stirring. In order not to let Shangguan Yue feel bored, Feng Xuanrui inserted the branch and played muddy all the way, which made everyone laugh. In the afternoon, I saw a wisp of white smoke rising on the distant horizon. Shangguan Yue's spirit was refreshed and he said loudly, "Wang Wei did not lie to me. His poem written by the desert is lonely and smoke is straight, and the long river falls into yen. This poem is really vivid." Feng Xuanrui reminded her, "Where there is smoke, there are people. It is not far from Luoyi." The desert is already the end here. Through a Gobi Desert, you can already see a large market town. Feng Xuanrui looked at Shangguan Yue and said, "We can only stay here tonight. If we are lucky, maybe we can find an inn." Four people dismounted at the head of the village and entered the town on foot. There were almost no pedestrians in the street. Several people walked around before they found an inn. After photographing the door for half a day, a thin old man staggered out to open the door. Xue Meng came forward and said, "Shopkeeper, we are passing guests and want to stay at your house." The old man's eyes were dull, and it seemed that it took half a day to react. "Alas, you want to stay, please come in." Shangguan Yue saw that the yard was covered with fallen leaves and spider webs. It seemed that he had not lived for a long time. He couldn't help wondering. "Old man, are you the only one in this inn?" "Dead, all dead!" A line of tears suddenly squeezed out of the old man's cloudy eyes, and he wiped the rough back of his hand. "When the damn plague came, my family died, leaving me and a half-dead son." Despite his psychological preparation, Feng Xuanrui still felt scared. "Where are the people in the village?" The old man's response was very slow. "Death, death, escape, and there are few people left." Shangguan Yue sighed, "Old man, take me to see your son." "Girl, that's plague service, to infect people. I am already a dying person and don't want to harm others. More than ten people have died in this yard. Otherwise, you'd better go." Shangguan Wei was moved by the kindness of the old man. "Old man, I am a doctor and I am not afraid of plague." The old man stopped. "It's useless. The doctor said that this disease can't even be cured by immortals. If you are infected again, my old Zhou head will commit iniquity." Feng Xuanrui said aside, "Old man, you might as well let her try. If you can cure your son, can we avoid our accommodation tonight?" "Since you are not afraid of being infected, please come in. The house is empty anyway. It doesn't matter if money is not money. If you don't even have your life, what's the use of more money?" The old man grumbled and walked ahead. Shangguan Yue walked into a room with the old man. As soon as he entered the door, a moldy smell came to his nostrils, which made people a little breathless. When she got used to the indoor light, she found a skinny man lying on a bed in the middle of the room. The man is delirious at the moment. From experience, she knows that the man should have severe dehydration and electrolyte disorder. As soon as she saw the patient, Shangguan Yue immediately entered the situation. She took the patient's pulse and said, "Old man, if you trust me, let me try." The old man was suspicious when he believed it. He seemed unable to believe his eyes. "Can you really cure cholera?"