Chapter 42 Slaughter

Just after the flood, the rain spread, and the disease, like an invisible magic hand, began to carry out the last second destruction in Yancheng.

The reason why it is the last second time is that everyone knows that breaking the city and slaughtering the city is the consistent style of slaughtering the frightening person.

Yingdu only regarded the outbreak of the epidemic among the remaining people of Yancheng, resolutely blocked all the gates of the national capital, and pulled out the last straw of the people of Yancheng. The whole city of Yan was abandoned by the royal family of the State of Chu, and the breath of despair permeated everywhere.

For several days in a row, Song Yu did not step into Qiu Yao's door, and the situation was the same. One was a political doctor who was always worried about the people. He worked hard in front of the king of Chu every day to ask Xiong Heng to send people to help the people of Yan City. The other was the only heir of the noble family, who was ordered to stay in the royal city and not to contact outside the city. Epidemic refugees.

Pushing open the door with tiredness all over the body, I saw simple white dolls nailed on the edges of the doors and windows, accompanied by a slight rippling spring breeze. Qiu Yao sat quietly on ** and drew a smiling face on the doll's face with fine branches dipped in ink.

"What are you doing?" Song Yu put away the fatigue on her face as much as possible, and walked to her bedside with an imperceptible tenderness on her eyebrows.

"To be a sunny girl, hang this on the doors and windows, and the weather will change from rain to sunny." The twig in her hand trembled slightly, and the doll's mouth was tilted. Qiu Yao raised her head, but her face was full of tears. "Isn't it ridiculous? But I can't do anything but this."

Song Yu suddenly had a feeling of holding her tightly in her arms, but thinking about the current situation, she couldn't help thinking about those children's love, so what she said was, "Is the leg injury better?"

"This injury is nothing compared with the experience of the people of Yancheng. I want to go out and see them."

"When your leg injury is better, I'll take you out." Song Yu wanted to comfort her, but she cried more fiercely as soon as she said the words.

"Let me do something, don't make me think that staying here is superfluous..." She hates this world full of killing, and even hates her inability to face these as a modern person. Aren't the protagonists in those time-travel novels all very powerful in ancient times? Why is this? Is it wrong for a law to come to her?

"No one thinks you are superfluous," Song Yu originally wanted to continue to say something to make her recover from her well. Seeing that her face was full of loss, she couldn't help saying, "You can go to Dr. Zhou next door to help. I will remember to tell him to take good care of your legs."

"Are there many people sick?" Qiu Yao stopped crying and looked at Song Yu with tears in her eyes, with a serious face.

"Yes, many of the remaining people are infected with wind chill or dysentery. At present, there is a shortage of medicinal materials, and it is very difficult to treat so many people." Song Yu's eyes were slightly dark. "Ziyun has tried his best to ask the king to distribute medicinal materials to Yancheng."

"Okay, I'll help."

Song Yu originally knew that Qiu Yao would often have some unexpected performances, but this time his insight took his appreciation of Qiu Yao to a higher level.

Jingdi finally got a few carts of wormwood and some conventional herbs. After coming to Yancheng, he found that Yancheng's condition had been well controlled. After asking, he knew that Qiu Yao was making a plan to gather young people in the city to burn drown livestock corpses, bury human corpses, clean the temporary residence, and create another place as a disease. Even Dr. Zhou praised the high efficiency of the place to prevent the spread of the disease.

The Qin soldiers gathered a hundred miles away have not yet retreated, and the people in the city are still panicked. However, after days of hard work, Yancheng, who had been sentenced to death, finally began to have a glimmer of life.

"Furong--" Qiu Yao, who was helping Dr. Zhou sort out the list of medicinal materials, stagnated. When she raised her head, she happened to see Father Xie's face with more and more dense petals. Her heart was sore and she called sullenly. She wanted to get up, but was stopped by Father Xie repeatedly.

"Stand up and do something. I know your legs are not good." Father Xie closed the umbrella in his hand, and his face was as ugly as before. Qiu Yao remembered that she had left the book and ran away, and she felt a little guilty.

Unexpectedly, Father Xie's face softened with Qiu Yao's bowing head. "I heard that you have done a lot of things for the villagers here. I came to see you specially. It's an eventful autumn. It's rare for you to have this heart to save people, but Qin Bing may launch another attack at any time. Your second mother and I plan to take you and Jin'er away from Yan. City, pack up your things and let us go to Yingdu..."

"I don't..."

"What? The army of the Qin people is still rushing to Deng, and Bai Qi's vanguard is still in Xiling. Staying in Yancheng is simply waiting for death. If it hadn't been for the help of a master, your father and I wouldn't have stood here and talked to you today." Xie's father's face stinked again. Qiu Yao held her forehead. She really couldn't communicate with this father, who was separated by thousands of ravines, but Xie's father's last words caught her attention.

"A master? What kind of master?"

"I don't know. On the eve of the flooding of Yancheng, someone suddenly came to Xie's house to drive people and insisted that we leave Yancheng immediately. I guessed that something big things might happen in Yancheng, so I took my family to the inn dozens of miles away from Yancheng. Those people did not reveal their identities, and I couldn't wait to ask more."

If it is a person sent by Jingcha or Song Yu, there should be no need to deliberately hide his identity.

Qiu Yao pondered for a moment, and a figure faintly appeared in her mind, but she quickly gave up the idea.

"Then why do you want to go to Yingdu, Jingjia..."

"Don't worry, since you leave, the Jing family will definitely not want you again. Even if you want to get married, you won't have a chance." Speaking of this, Father Xie was even more angry, but when he thought about the current situation, he felt that it was harmful to women's friendship, so he slowed down his tone. "Find a place where no one recognizes us later. It shouldn't be a problem for you to remarry."

"What's the remarriage? I haven't married him yet." Qiu Yao curled her lips and said, "You can move to Yingdu first. When I'm almost busy here, I'll come and have a round with you."

"What are you busy with, you..."

Halfway through Father Xie's words, a Dr. Zhou suddenly rushed in from the door and said breathlessly, "The girl quickly left here. There was an emergency carriage sent by Mr. Jing outside..."

"What happened?" Qiu Yao suddenly stood up from the edge of the desk and was not sure about her strength for a moment. Her ankle suddenly hurt tightly, and her body shook.

"Qin people... Qin people have come to slaughter the city!"

Qiu Yao was shocked all over and slaughtered the city. Why did she slaughter the city at this time? Why pour a basin of cold water when the hopeful Mars lights up, so that all her previous efforts will be in vain?

"Girl, hurry up..." It became more and more noisy outside the courtyard. Qiu Yao barely trembled and got on the carriage outside the courtyard with the help of the maid. Before she recovered from the shock, the carriage rushed out of the city driven by the driver.