Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 300 Mountains and Rivers to the South......

The death of various Cao officials spread in Yuezhou.

Several people hanged themselves from the beam at the same time, strange ghosts appeared, and everyone in the market was shocked.

The rumors circulated in the streets and alleys.

In the afternoon of the next day, the yamen posted an Anmin notice.

Since it is An Min, naturally he will not disclose all the details of the case, only that some prisoners in Yuezhou Prison escaped, a group of desperadoes gathered together, made trouble in Zuixian Pavilion, attacked Yuelai Inn at night, murdered and set fire, He committed all kinds of crimes and was arrested and brought to justice.

Several Cao officials neglected their duties and committed suicide to avoid disaster, and they deserved what they deserved.

In the end, it ended with Master Zhizhou taking the blame and resigning from office.

When Xin Yi got the news, he had already followed Fu Jiuqu on the way to Guizhou.

The carriage was speeding along the official road, and the dust was billowing.

It was summer, and the sun was scorching hot. Sitting in the carriage, Xin Yi was like steaming fish in a stuffy pot, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his little clothes were wet.

"Ninth Brother, is this the case?"

Seeing her frowning, Fu Jiuqu thought she was afraid of the heat, but she was thinking about the case, so she couldn't help being startled.

"How about otherwise?"

Xin Yi glanced at him, feeling a little uneasy.

"When I think of the talisman that was fed to Monk Mi Tuo, I have lingering fears. Tell me, isn't this the same as those people who played tricks in my cosmeceuticals and poisoned Duan Shizi of Dali?"

Fu Jiuqu played with the jade finger with a half-smile.

"Hard to say."

This is answered, it is better not to answer.

Xin Yi glanced at him, and the dissatisfaction soon sank into the handsome face of the Guangling County King.

This guy's face is more radiant than the scorching sun in the sky.

"Forget it, far water can't save near fire. Even if we have doubts in our hearts, there is nowhere to look for the far away. I hope that after we leave, the Junjun and his wife can live in peace..."

Fu Jiuqu smiled lightly, his eyes were burning with warmth.

"Take care of yourself first."

Xin Yi said, "What's wrong with me?"

Fu Jiuqu said: "The carriage is too slow. If we want to catch up with the army, we have to travel day and night. If it doesn't work, I'm afraid we have to abandon the carriage and ride..."

His eyes fluttered, and he looked at Xin Yi worriedly.

"Eleven can suffer so much?"

Xin Yi grew up under the red flag, and she has never experienced such hardships. She is not sure whether she can bear it.

But she refused to hold Fu Jiuqu back, so she smiled bravely and agreed very readily.

"Don't look down on people. If you can bear it, I can bear it."

Fu Jiuqu laughed softly, his voice soft.

"Wait and see."

Xin Yi thought he would persuade him to stay or return to Beijing, but Fu Jiuqu just smiled lightly and let it go.

In the following days, Xin Yi really realized what the pain of marching is.

At first, I thought that traveling around in a carriage, no matter how tired I was, I could sleep with my eyes closed in the carriage. It was nothing more than bumps, simple food and clothing, and inconvenient life.I'm so tired, it's good to sleep.

Moreover, Fu Jiuqu took pity on her. The carriage was covered with mats, dry food, and even mosquito repellent water. No matter how difficult it was, there were no limits.

All the way to the boundary of Yongzhou, the road conditions are getting worse...

The carriage jolted as if it was a foot high, and Xin Yi felt dizzy and vomited. When it was severe, it seemed as if his stomach would vomit out.

"eleven."

Seeing that she still didn't mention stopping to rest, Fu Jiuqu finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Find an inn to rest for a while?"

"No need." Xin Yi shook his head.

"Then I'll send someone to take you back."

Xin Yi raised his pale face, looked at the sharp and cold eyes of the King of Guangling, and narrowed his eyes in doubt.

"So the trap is waiting for me here?"

Fu Jiuqu quietly looked at the little lady who was panting on the mat, and sighed, her expression full of helplessness, "Compared with the battlefield, this suffering is far worse than the battlefield. Why do you think you are suffering?"

Xin Yi hummed in a low voice: "Brother Jiu is avoiding the serious and taking the light."

She tugged on Fu Jiuqu's robe, and sat up slowly, "You don't want to persuade me, let me follow you, and then drive on regardless of the weather, is it just to let me retreat in spite of the difficulties?"

Fu Jiuqu didn't deny it, "I can still take care of you for one or two now, but when I go south, I'm afraid I won't have so much energy. Eleven, I can't bear to see you suffer."

Xin Yi barely showed a pale smile.

"I'm just motion sick. When you get to Guizhou, you can meet up with the master yourself, and don't worry about me."

Fu Jiuqu frowned, "How can I ignore you. Eleven, be obedient, go back, okay?"

Xin Yi sighed faintly, and laughed, "We've already reached Yongzhou, won't it be too late for you to stop me?"

Fu Jiuqu remained silent.

Xin Yi guessed right, he didn't force Xin Yi to go back after leaving Yuezhou, he just wanted her to retreat.

How can a delicate little lady endure the hardships of marching?

He sincerely wanted to practice Xin Yi.

It's a pity that he can't play hard, so let her sit in a carriage instead of riding a bumpy horse all the way. In the end, the one who can't stand it is himself.

"eleven……"

As if enduring some emotion, Fu Jiuqu breathed out slowly, his voice becoming gentle and soft.

"I was wrong, just listen to me this time, okay?"

"Brother Jiu, look quickly—" Xin Yi interrupted him suddenly, craned his neck to look over his shoulder, and opened a corner of the curtain.

Because of the scorching heat, the car windows were already open, and with a slight lift of the curtains, everything on the official road outside could be seen clearly.

Under the scorching sun shrouded in the sky, there was no wind at all.

The boundary of Yongzhou seems to have been dry for a long time, and the air exudes the smell of scorched vegetation.There is no lingering wind, no amorous rain, no earing rice and lush crops, and no taste of harvest, only drought-ravaged fields and dry river banks...

What is even more shocking is that on both sides of the official road, from time to time, there are peasants carrying burdens and leading the old Niu Tuo's family to walk silently with their mouths covered in sweat...

Their eyes were full of confusion.

It seems that I don't know where to go, where the road is.

But no one stopped the car to help.

They have a natural fear of this kind of carriage that shows power.

Watch silently, walk silently.

Everything seemed to stand still.

If it wasn't for the fact that the carriage hadn't accidentally opened the curtain while the carriage was jolting, Xin Yi wouldn't even be able to find them.

"Xing, the people suffer. Death, the people suffer."

Xin Yi read this sentence subconsciously, and found that Fu Jiuqu was staring at him. Only then did he realize that Fu Jiuqu, who was born in the royal family and grew up in the nest of the rich and powerful, might not understand the taste of civilian life, maybe He would think that he was slandering his imperial uncle.

Xin Yi pursed her lips, "Where are these people going?"

"There is a hunger at the age of six, and a famine at the age of 12. This year, there was a severe drought in the south, and the fields were not harvested. When Nong Zhigao invaded, the people lacked food and water, and the famine was difficult to overcome. The whole family had to go into exile..."

Fu Jiuqu's eyebrows were flat and his eyes were indifferent, and his voice was quite cool.

"Eleventh is right. Prosperity, the people suffer, and death, the people suffer."

It's not what she said...

Xin Yi subconsciously swallowed his saliva, unable to give an example of the unborn poet, and said awkwardly: "Ninth brother can understand how difficult people's lives are, that is the blessing of the people. When you pass the military situation to Beijing, maybe you can say One or two?"

Fu Jiuqu said: "When Nong Zhigao didn't call, the government would open a warehouse to release food and help the victims, but now..."

He shook his head.

In the past few months, Nong Zhigao attacked the city and conquered the territory, and the defenders of many places were frightened and abandoned the city and fled.The Song court has successively dispatched Guangnan West Road Chen Department, Guangnan East and West Road appeasement envoy Yang Tian, ​​Guangxi Economic Strategy appeasement envoy Yu Jing, Jiangnan West Road appeasement envoy Sun Mian, etc. to lead troops to suppress them, all of which ended in failure.

Nong Zhigao has won many battles and won many battles, and his arrogance is very high, but the people have no way out, and they dare not count on the court, so they can only drag their families to flee famine.

"This battle must be won. Big win, quick win!"

Looking at the situation outside the car window, Xin Yi couldn't help but clenched his palms tightly.

"Yes. Sure."

Before Fu Jiuqu could speak, there was a burst of crying outside. It was a little woman carrying a child on her back.

She untied the child, hugged it in her arms, and kept touching the child's face with her fingers. She didn't ask for help, and she didn't call for help. She just stared at the child with a pair of empty eyes helplessly, and occasionally cried suppressedly. A few times... the dripping water stains, I don't know if it's tears or sweat.

As for the passers-by who were walking, none of them stopped, and none of them even looked sideways.

They seem to have accepted the arrangement of fate, and they have no power to sympathize with the suffering of the same kind.

No fight, no resistance, just to survive.

Xin Yi suddenly felt a great pain in his heart, and grabbed Fu Jiuqu's clothes.

"Ninth Brother..."

Her voice suddenly rose high, clear to the ears, like rain falling suddenly under the scorching sun, causing passers-by who were numb to walk to stop and look at her.

A pair of eyes...

What kind of eyes are those pairs?

Xin Yi searched his mind, but couldn't find a word to describe the desolation in this world.

"Save my child...save him..."

The little woman raised her tearful face. Like everyone else, she also saw Xin Yi, seeing her face full of pity and sympathy looking out from the luxurious carriage, and hope grew in her heart. .

　willing:

　　The landscape is full of greenery.

　　The sisters who read books are healthy and happy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)