Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Silent all night.

They tried their best, and finally, when the dark clouds first dispersed on the second day and a ray of sunshine fell from the sky, they watched Su Rao spit out all the medicine, blood splashed out of her mouth, and then fell powerlessly on the bed superior.

"A Rao—"

Mu Furong was stunned, her whole body went stiff for a moment, Cui Yi rushed to the bedside, checked carefully, her pulse-feeling hand was shaking...

"Have you heard? The female Ti Xing from Shengjing died of illness!"

"Young Master Xiao and others rushed over to see her for the last time, and the princess fainted from crying on the spot..."

"They still prevented her from being cremated, and I heard that they did something."

"Mr. Xiao and the others came out with a bruised nose and a swollen face. How pitiful. That girl is only eighteen. I heard that we have a good marriage. We will wait for her to go back and get married."

"If it weren't for her, Hwaseong wouldn't know how many people would have died."

"Thanks to her for saving my life."

……

Hwaseong, which had been quiet for a long time, was blown up by this news. The people who recovered a little helped each other get up, walked to the street, and silently looked at the person covered by the white cloth.

The sobs gradually rose.

into pieces one after another.

Zhang Wu still couldn't believe it until the news of the incineration came.

"Are you sure you're right? She really..."

"It's true, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at it. The princess fainted on the spot, Mr. Cui lost his mind, and he didn't even care about the patient, so he just guarded the kiln in a daze. When the imperial doctors mentioned it, they shook their heads and said it was a pity..."

"A fire burns everything down."

"A person like her actually died like this."

A sigh.

Zhang Wu's eyes darkened, and his world turned suddenly. The soldiers next to him didn't watch the prison, so he fell down on the ground defenseless, and surrounded him immediately, "Are you alright, my lord?"

"Where did you fall?"

Zhang Wu was stunned and did not speak, stood up with their support, looked at the thick smoke in the distance, the muscles on his face twitched, for a long time, he folded his sleeves and bowed, "Huacheng, I am ashamed of my lord."

"My lord, you..."

The soldiers watched his movements and looked at each other in blank dismay. Thinking of what happened after the woman came to Huacheng, they couldn't help bowing their heads in silence.

One reminded in a low voice: "My lord, do you want to report the funeral outside the city?"

Zhang Wu was silent for a long time, then shook his head, "Wait a little longer."

Things have come to this, what difference will there be sooner or later.

After all, nothing was left of that stunningly talented female Ti Xing... a dead body, a piece of shredded clothes, all burned to the ground.

There are no funerals, no mourning halls.

In this way, together with those people in Hwaseong who died of the epidemic, they were completely turned into fly ash...

Mu Furong and others are still saving lives.

The only difference is that there is no extra emotion on their faces, and the death-like silence is numb, like a walking dead.

The third day of Su Rao's death.

Cui Yi and others have developed the most effective medicine for treating hemorrhagic epidemics, and saved a dying patient...

The death of this man heralds that this long-lasting plague is finally coming to an end.

More and more people are making medicine and caring for the sick.

The people recovered one by one, Mrs. Zhang walked out of the house with Zhang Gu, saw Zhang Wu standing not far away, and couldn't help running over...

The horses and archers blocking the way were withdrawn one by one.

When all the serious illnesses became mild, Cui Yi and the others handed over the affairs of this place to the imperial physician who came to support them, and slowly left the epidemic area.

The news spread outside.

The gate of Hwaseong, which had been closed for several days, was fully opened for the first time, and then closed again after they left the city. After the epidemic was completely cleared, Hwaseong could enter and exit freely.

Cui Yi and others stood under the tower.

Feeling the different air and sunshine, the surroundings are no longer oppressive and dark, the wind is blowing warm and gentle, and an epidemic that almost swept Dayong was extinguished in Hwaseong without a sound.

Because of them.

But at this moment, no one is happy.

Xun Zeli and the others rushed over and saw this scene, the dead silence like stone sculptures and clay sculptures, and the strange atmosphere made people unconsciously suppress the smile on their faces, and walked closer step by step.

His eyes wandered around the crowd.

Xun Zeli licked his dry lips, "Where is your lord? Why didn't she come out with you, she won't stay in Hwaseong, right?"

"That's right, the prescriptions have been prepared, and the rest can be handed over to Prefect Zhang. There's no need for her to keep an eye on it herself."

"You don't even try to persuade her!"

"..."

They chattered in a hurry, Cui Yi, Xiao San and others were silent, Mu Furong's eyes were already red, she covered her mouth and firmly turned her head away.

A figure emerged from the crowd, "My sister..."

Before he finished his question, a figure unexpectedly flashed to his side, and the silver needle stabbed into his sleeping hole...

Xiao Nan was unprepared, and his body was directly tilted.

All this happened in a blink of an eye, and when everyone reacted, Xiao Nan was already leaning limply in Cui Yi's arms.

"Brother Cui, what do you mean?"

The successive abnormalities made Xun Zeli completely sullen, "Speak!"

Wei Ying and the others were also anxious, "What's going on? What about your lord and her? You guys should make it clear, are you dumb?"

"My lord, she..."

Xiao San opened his mouth with difficulty, facing dozens of concerned gazes, he closed his eyes cruelly, "She's gone."

"Not anymore?"

Weiying rushed in front of him and grabbed his collar, "What do you mean by not being there? If a good person has entered the city, why is he not here?"

"Wei Ying, calm down."

Someone came to pull someone else, Weiying shouted with red eyes: "I can't calm down, we came to Huacheng together for you, now you are fine, we are fine, she is gone..."

"That's too much."

Several people rushed forward and separated the two, "They also feel uncomfortable, my lord, she wouldn't want to see this."

"Why are there no people?"

Wei Ying gritted her teeth and asked.

Shen Zhibai had just recovered from his illness, his face was still pale, and he said in a low voice: "My lord, she met an assassin and was seriously injured, those people's knives were infected with the poison of the epidemic..."

In the end, his voice became lower and lower.

"Assassinated... where are you guys? Where were you when she was assassinated?"

Weiying rushed towards them relentlessly, waving his fists and feet in the air.

"enough!"

Cui Yi, who had been silent all this time, shouted: "In such a situation, it is impossible for them to follow at every step..."

"Brother Cui is enough for me, they can't, what about you? Why don't you save her?"

Weiying gritted her teeth: "Why did you save other people, but you couldn't save her?"

This question went straight to the depths of Cui Yi's heart, and he was speechless for a moment.

Everyone fell into an uncontrollable grief.

"When Zhang Wu sent us out of the city, she was already seriously ill, right?"

Xun Zeli raised his head in bewilderment, his sharp eyes scratched at Cui Yi and the others, "When will she..."

How can I not say that dead word.

Shen Zhibai seemed to have noticed something, closed his eyes and tremblingly said: "Nine days ago."

"She was gone for nine days, and we only know now, don't we?"

Xun Ze's etiquette was out of tune, his shoulders moved slightly, his hanging hands clenched into fists, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Where's the corpse?"