The regent allowed the little emperor to do whatever he wanted. After he made such a fuss, he was able to accompany Qiao Xiyin to Ezhou, but he could not go for too long.
So, one foggy morning, a group of people set out.
The villa is in the south of the Yangtze River, and Ezhou is not the final destination. The team rests at the post house in Ezhou. However, on the second day, Qiao Xiyin and He Yunchao did not leave, and the group of people left leisurely carrying the empty sedan.
You can still play like this.
Qiao Xiyin opened the door and looked at the empty corridor, thinking to herself.
"Qiaoqiao," the boy called her through the door, "it's just us now."
He put on his regular clothes and had a handsome face. He looked like a young master from a wealthy family, without any appearance of an emperor. She and Qiao Xiyin stood in the crowd together, and Qiao Xiyin put on the power fence again, and no one knew that they were the most noble people in the world today.
Qiao Xiyin did not speak.
Now that it was just her and He Yunchao, there was no need to pretend. However, the sickly paleness on her face remained. Although she had adjusted her body, the disease was innate and she could not change the frailty of her body.
That's fine, Qiao Xiyin was not a physically strong person to begin with, but now she still had an honest reason to be taken care of.
He Yunchao summoned another group of people as if by magic. This group of people were obviously his bodyguards. They were dressed as plainly as ordinary servants and had the same pattern embroidered on their waists.
Qiao Xiyin raised her eyebrows, but she just looked at it in her heart.
The post house is in the urban area of Ezhou. The area affected by the disaster is small, and the big families are safe and content, and they can live their lives as usual.
Just waiting to leave the city, the city and the outside seemed to be two different worlds. Collapsed buildings can be seen everywhere, and there are many victims begging along the way. Their eyes are lifeless and their expressions are dull, as if they have turned into zombies.
The merchants who passed by were moved and took out the dry food they had on hand to distribute to the victims. However, they were soon surrounded by other victims and had to leave quickly; more often than not, they accelerated their pace or simply stopped. Take a detour.
The group walked for a long time.
After leaving the place where the victims live together, we arrived at the village.
The farmland on both sides of the village has only fallen branches and fallen leaves, and is filled with silt and mud. The road was not easy to walk, so Qiao Xiyin held up the hem of her skirt. Seeing this, He Yunchao took her hand and almost picked her up.
This village is built against the mountains and is probably the hardest hit area. There are almost no intact houses and roads left. The mountains in the distance are all yellow soil, the plants are scattered, and there is no intact place.
After bypassing these ruins, when the sun was about three o'clock in the morning, the group saw a thatched shed, and a young boy ran out, combing his hair and looking very thin.
He was babbling with a strong accent. As he got closer, he could roughly guess what he was saying: "Hungry, hungry."
After a while, an old man with a stick walked out of the thatched hut. The old man looked even worse, with a sallow face and thin body, and he was panting with every step he took.
He called a few times, and what he called should be the child's name. After the child ran over, he sang a few unknown tunes again in a hoarse voice.
Qiao Xiyin couldn't understand the E dialect and had no idea what the old man was talking about. Behind He Yunzhao, a guard ran over and whispered, "Sir, he should be singing folk songs, something like a flower blooming with seven leaves, something like scooping a bowl of water by the river."
She saw He Yunchao's expression change slightly, raised her hand to signal the guards to step back, and walked towards the old man's house.
The guard behind him hurriedly took out two pancakes from his arms and handed them to the old man and the child.
The child held the pancake and clapped his hands happily, while the old man put down his crutches and almost knelt in front of them.
He Yunchao shook his head, and the guard behind him communicated with the old man in local dialect. He didn't know what he said. The old man walked aside and greeted them to come in.
There is also an old woman in the house, who must be the old man's wife.
The old man handed the pancake to the old woman. Tears filled her eyes. She turned back and wiped the wooden bench again, then staggered it to Qiao Xiyin and others, and went to the kitchen.
He Yunchao stopped, "No need, we won't eat."
The guard conveyed He Yunchao's words to the old woman.
Another guard leaned down and told He Yunchao about the conversation just now, "Master, he said that this was originally a village. The flood submerged the village. The villagers fled to death. The parents of the children were also killed in the flood. They are old. I can’t walk, so I have to stay here temporarily.”
He Yunchao nodded.
"Ask him," he said, "what was he singing to that child just now?"
The old man was listening nearby. After He Yunchao finished speaking, he actually said in Mandarin: "Sir, you said it was that folk song."
His voice is hoarse and his accent is thick, but compared to the difficult-to-speak local dialect, this Mandarin is still understandable.
He Yunchao nodded.
Qiao Xiyin gave him a puzzled look.
The old man hummed softly, "What kind of flower has seven leaves on one branch? Take a bowl of water by the river. Oops, it turns out it's Aesculus and Podophyllum, which grow in Shennongjia."
He Yunchao narrowed his eyes.
A flower with seven leaves, a bowl of water by the river, a bead on the head, and a pen by King Wen
This is the magic medicine recorded in Yu Yanxi's prescription book.
It was rare for He Yunchao to be interested in anything.
He didn't shy away from her when he said these words, and Qiao Xiyin couldn't figure out what he was thinking.
She heard him ask, "What are the flowers and the bowl of water sung in this folk song?"
The old man hesitated for a while, as if he was organizing his words, and soon he said, "A flower with seven leaves, a bowl of water by the river, a bead on the top of the head, and King Wen's pen. These are the four treasures of our Shennong Mountain. They are all herbs. They are named after their characteristics.”
"Young Master is not from here, right? We don't know what it is called outside. This is how people in the countryside sing."
"Where can I find it in Shennong Mountain?" He Yunchao asked.
It's actually an herb that looks like those four things. No wonder it's so elusive.
The old man said, "I don't know what my ancestors said. As early as a hundred years ago, this thing was not very rare. It could be found halfway up the mountain, but it was very magical. It was a treasure that could cure all kinds of diseases in our country. But with the increase of population, The land was destroyed, and people were busy digging herbs to sell cough, cough, cough, and the gods were angry, so they hid the treasures."
After talking too much, his mouth became dry. He picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He coughed violently and could not recover for a long time.
He Yunchao sent two guards over and asked the old man to dictate the lyrics and have the guards write them down.
Shennong Mountain is too big, and these treasures are hard to find. This folk song may be able to help.
The group didn't sit there for long.
He Yunchao left all his guards behind to help the nearby victims, and then left with Qiao Xiyin.
He has many people, but there are no upright guards here, as well as shadow guards.
Besides, Ezhou is far away from the capital and no one has seen him and Qiao Xiyin. He is not afraid of being recognized.
As for danger, it was enough for him to protect Qiao Xiyin.
Qiao Xiyin's body couldn't hold on anymore and her legs were a little weak.
He Yunchao led a horse and asked her to sit on it. The horse took her while he continued walking.
So simple.
The horse moved forward slowly, swaying and swaying. Qiao Xiyin pulled the reins and found it quite interesting.
She wanted to find something to talk about, recalling what she had encountered before, she couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked, "Chaochao, are you looking for those four treasures?"
I heard the old man say that it is a vegetable medicine that can cure all kinds of diseases. He Yunchao is healthy and healthy. What should he do with that kind of herbal medicine
Shouldn't he be looking for the Dragon's Breath Sword
He turned his head with a smile on his face, "Is Qiaoqiao feeling uncomfortable?"
He was not in the capital at this time and his identity was not allowed to be exposed. Qiao Xiyin didn't even have the chance to correct his title.
She hummed in her heart, "It's an old problem and you're weak."
There is no rule of law. And after walking for so long, only a martial arts practitioner like him can keep his face red and out of breath, right
What's wrong with your physical strength
She just wants to be responsible for beauty
"Qiaoqiao," he said with a serious look on his face, "Do you want to be cured?"
At this time, Qiao Xiyin suddenly realized that the medicine was found for her.
She suddenly felt mixed emotions and didn't know what to say.
The ending of the original plot was that He Yunchao stabbed the original owner to death. What happened next is unknown after the death of the original owner.
It turned out that he was bent on curing her.
Even if he has two faces, his concern for this body should be genuine. In other words, it was the original owner who deceived him and finally acted first.
It was self-defense and nothing excessive at all.
She didn't know what to say for a moment. She looked at the young man walking lightly in front of her, thought for a while, and said, "Chaochao."
This voice was much softer than before, and it no longer had that light and airy tone.
"Are you tired"
He Yunchao quickly thought about the meaning of Qiao Xiyin's words. After considering the possibilities of several answers, he gave a more pertinent reply, "It's okay."
Qiao Xiyin patted the horse's back and said, "We have horses, can we go faster?"
He raised his eyebrows, as if he understood what Qiao Xiyin meant, but he didn't.
But I heard her say, "Don't leave, come up."
This is such a considerate girl.
He Yunchao didn't need these concerns, but he was very impressed by Qiao Xiyin's words. It seemed that after hearing these, his mood improved involuntarily.
Before coming to this world, he never thought there was anything special about the titular imperial sister. Even naive to the point of being silly.
But now, there seemed to be something different. In front of him, her whole person came alive, clean, agile, with endless cleverness and cunning.
Even the illness is fake.
It was much simpler than he imagined.
He sighed, so what.
He likes interesting people like this.
"Qiaoqiao," his voice lowered slightly, "that's going to offend me."
After saying that, he got on his horse and sat behind Qiao Xiyin. One hand passed through her waist to pull the reins, and the other hand was firmly around her waist, holding her tightly in his arms.
With a flick of the reins, the horse galloped away.
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