After heavy rain, the air is full of humidity.
But the sky in Yibei is extremely clean, as if it has been washed by rain, it is blue at first glance, with a few white clouds floating, occasionally covering up the sun.
Mu Yang took a deep breath and sighed, "I haven't gone out for a long time, but I'm suffocating."
Wen Yantong said, "Have you seen Young Master?"
Mu Yang said, "The servant said Brother Xi didn't sleep until dawn, so I didn't bother him."
Wen Yantong said, "It's true."
Chi Jingxi has been worrying about Mu Yang's affairs during this period, and there is not a single day of rest, and she has become much haggard.
Although the erythema on Mu Yang's body has not completely faded now, his spirit is getting better and better, which is enough to prove that the medicine is useful, so that it can prevent the spread of the disease.
This plague deliberately created by evil-minded people can be resolved with a bowl of medicine.
It's just that Wen Yantong himself didn't want to understand why the plague that originally appeared in Chang'an in the book appeared in Yibei at this time.
Mu Yang stood and talked with Wen Yantong for a while, as if he suddenly remembered something, he took out a doll from his sleeve.
Wen Yantong recognized at a glance that this is a local praying doll in Yibei, but most of the praying dolls here are woven with linen, and the clothes on the dolls are also in accordance with local characteristics. Wen Yantong doesn't like the appearance of dolls very much. , so I never bought it.
But the puppet that Mu Yang took out was actually wearing an apricot yellow brocade dress. At first glance, it looked like a delicate villain, but if you looked closely, you could still see many flaws on it.
"Where did you buy it?" Wen Yantong took it curiously.
This prayer puppet is wearing clothes that look like Chaoge's. It stands to reason that there can't be a prayer puppet like this here in Yibei.
Mu Yang scratched his head, "I did this."
Wen Yantong was surprised, "You did it?"
She took a closer look at the doll, and she could see that the stitches were messy and there were many knotted threads. It was indeed a novice's work.
"What are you doing this for?" Wen Yantong looked at him amusedly.
It's hard to imagine that Mu Yang would sit with a needle and sew a doll all afternoon. How could he have such patience
Mu Yang said, "I see that many young girls in Yibei City have this on their waists, so I want to make one for you too. Every time you go to the street, you will stop in front of the doll stand to look at it, but you never buy it. I liked the dolls here, so I sewed a Chaoge doll.”
Wen Yantong couldn't help laughing, although Mu Yang usually bluffs and is very naive, but in fact his thoughts are very delicate.
"When did you sew it?" she asked.
"I was ill a few days ago and had nothing to do all day long," Mu Yang said.
Wen Yantong understood as soon as he heard it, it was Mu Yang who thought he would die, so he patiently prepared these things for them. I'm afraid it's not just her, Chi Jingxi and Fu Zixian also have something.
She only praised, "It's amazing."
Then tied the prayer puppet around his waist.
Mu Yang cracked his mouth and smiled, showing his white teeth, and said, "I haven't practiced arrows for a long time, you can practice arrows with me!"
Wen Yantong thought that there was nothing wrong anyway, and he couldn't disturb Chi Jingxi to rest now, so he readily agreed.
The two went around to the backyard, where several trees were planted, and there were archery targets hanging on the trees.
There is a small bell hanging on the archery target, as long as the target is shot, it will ring a crisp bell.
Wen Yantong hadn't held a bow for many days, suddenly drew the bow and shot arrows, and shot several empty arrows one after another, Mu Yang was laughing, but he didn't sneer as usual.
What the two of them didn't expect was that the target was facing Chi Jingxi's rear window. Chi Jingxi, who was sleeping, was dragged out by a ringing sound, and when she opened her eyes, her handsome face was full of exhaustion.
He slowly sat up from the bed, at first he thought he had heard it wrong, but soon, the jingle sound came again and clearly, accompanied by Wen Yantong's laughter, "Mu Xingyi, you can't do it right. Ah, why are you laughing at me?"
Chi Jingxi blinked and became sober in an instant, and listened carefully again.
Hearing Mu Yang's voice, "At least I hit the target, it's better than your arrow falling to the ground."
Chi Jingxi immediately called people in, "Who is practicing archery in the backyard?"
The servant hurriedly replied, "Young Commander, it's Miss Wen and Young Master Mu, did they surprise you? This subordinate will send someone to talk about it."
Chi Jingxi stopped, "Wait, Yang'er's illness..."
The servant said, "Master Mu's illness has improved a lot. When I woke up early this morning, the erythema has faded a lot, and I have the strength to stay in bed."
Before Chi Jingxi finished listening, she immediately got up and asked someone to dress and wash.
When he walked around to the backyard, Wen Yantong was discussing with Mu Yang where to stand to minimize the impact of the wind.
Chi Jingxi stood by, unable to bear to break this beautiful and peaceful scene.
When he went to visit Mu Yang a few days ago, Mu Yang was lying on the bed. The torment of the disease made him speak slowly, and there was a dead air hovering between his brows and eyes.
He looked like a dying person, his eyes were full of fear of death, he squeezed Chi Jingxi's hand tightly, his voice trembling with tears in his eyes, "Brother Xi, can I not be cured?"
At that moment, Chi Jingxi felt the despair he had never experienced before.
He didn't want to admit it, but it was true. No matter how many doctors are summoned to see Mu Yang, how many disease and epidemic records are kept up all night without sleep, and how many medicinal materials are found, there is no way to stop Mu Yang from going down the road of decline step by step.
He watched Mu Yang become weaker and thinner day by day, and he was powerless, full of fear.
Later Wen Yantong handed over a bowl of medicine, saying it could save Mu Yang.
So he saw Mu Yang laughing recklessly on this sunny day when the heavy rain was about to rest.
The dawn of this Yibei City is not the sun in the blue sky, but Wen Yantong.
Chi Jingxi stared at Wen Yantong, reflected her frown and smile in his eyes, and met her gaze unexpectedly.
"Ah, it's Young Master!" Wen Yantong exclaimed in surprise.
Mu Yang turned his head when he heard the sound, and the two looked at Chi Jingxi at the same time.
So Chi Jingxi smiled at the right time, and walked towards them.
Mu Yang said happily, "Brother Xi, when did you wake up? You've had enough rest..."
Before he finished speaking, Chi Jingxi brushed his shoulder and walked over to Wen Yantong in a few steps. He opened his hand and took her into his arms, and lifted her up directly.
Wen Yantong screamed, and supported Chi Jingxi's arms with both hands, "Young Master, what are you doing?"
Chi Jingxi hugged her twice before letting go, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear, "You are my surprise."
Mu Yang shouted, "I'm still a patient! Don't ignore me!"
Chi Jingxi took advantage of the situation and let go of Wen Yantong, and said to Mu Yang with a smile, "The voice is quite loud, and it seems to be almost good."
Mu Yang ran towards him, "Brother Xi, I want to be lifted too..."
Chi Jingxi pushed him aside, "Get lost."
Wen Yantong rubbed his somewhat hot face and laughed.
At noon that day, in order to celebrate Mu Yang's recovery from illness, the food served on the table was extremely rich. The three of them didn't think about food and drink for many days, and they finally had a good meal.
When Fu Zixian came back from the interrogation in the afternoon, seeing that Mu Yang was in high spirits, he didn't know what to say, so he just stood beside Mu Yang, stared at him and smiled.
Wen Yantong could tell that Fu Zixian was really happy. He was always taciturn and would not reveal too much emotion, so he couldn't help but kept laughing now.
Then the doctors came to see Mu Yang and confirmed that he had recovered from his illness, and the erythema on his body would disappear completely within three days, which proved that Wen Yantong's prescription was really effective.
Chi Jingxi immediately sent someone to purchase the three herbs in the prescription throughout the city, including the counties and towns near Yibei City, but even so, the medicine was not enough, so he sent an urgent message to Chaoge.
After receiving the letter, the emperor immediately transported a large amount of medicine to Yibei, and also told Mu Yuan the news of Mu Yang's recovery.
Due to the shortage of herbal medicines, after the prescriptions were distributed to the people of Yibei City, they did not suppress the spread of the plague very well, but only eased the quantity.
The number of patients is constantly increasing, and the symptoms are basically certain: coughing up blood, persistent high fever, red spots on the skin, and biting things with their mouths like a dog.
Wen Yantong was very surprised after hearing this: Impossible, why didn't I see the last symptom in the book
Chi Jingxi knew that the source of the plague had not yet been found out, so no matter how many medicines were used, it could not be completely cured.
But Fu Zixian interrogated Qingyi for three days, but he couldn't pry Qingyi's mouth open, so he went to the prison himself to interrogate Qingyi that night.
Wen Yantong volunteered to offer her solution, so she offered to go with her, and suggested to take Mu Yang with her. The main reason is that after seeing Qing Yi's arrogant face before, this bad breath is still about to come out.
The cells at night are extremely dark, and a lamp is hung on the wall in front of each cell door to illuminate the dark and damp corridors. Men and women in the prison were separated, sitting together in twos and threes. After seeing Wen Yantong, they all got up and lay down in front of the iron gate to look around.
The guards behind Chi Jingxi slashed across the iron gate with a long knife, and the prisoner hurriedly retracted his head, and chattering was heard from time to time.
Qing Yiguan was in the innermost room, alone. Wen Yantong wanted to communicate with her alone for a while, so he asked Chi Jingxi and Mu Yang to stop in front of the next cell.
When he walked to the prison, Wen Yantong saw her curled up on the ground, her hair was disheveled, and the clothes on her body couldn't see the color, she was very embarrassed.
After hearing the sound of footsteps, she coughed and said, "I told you, I don't know where the illness you mentioned came from. It's no use asking me any more."
Her voice was a little weak, and she no longer had the vigor of the past.
Wen Yantong couldn't help laughing, "Miss Qing, don't come here without any problems."
When Qing Yi heard her voice, she suddenly turned over and stared at her with wide eyes, "You? What are you doing here!"
"Of course I came to visit you." Wen Yantong looked at her disheveled face, and recalled her arrogance when she cursed Mu Yang that day, and felt very happy in her heart, "It seems that Miss Qing is not doing well these few days."
"It's none of your business! You bastards from Chaoge! Why do you shut me up!" Qing Yi's originally calm mood exploded when he touched the sneer in Wen Yantong's eyes. Cracking his lungs, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Qingyi was terrified, and quickly wiped it with her hands. Wen Yantong saw that her arms were covered with red spots.
"Yo, it turns out Miss Qing is also infected with erythema." Wen Yantong said, "Isn't this a dead end? I remember you said that there is no cure for this disease, right Mu Xingyi?"
She waved to Mu Yang, and Mu Yang walked over in response, and stood in front of Qing Yi, with a smile on his lips.
Qing Yi was even more excited when she saw him, wishing she could do somersaults and get up, she looked Mu Yang up and down, and said in shock, "You...how could..."
Mu Yang said, "It seems that you are disappointed that I am still alive?"
Qingyi stared and froze for a moment, then knelt up and begged, "Help me! I'm willing to tell you anything!"
The author has something to say: [Little Theater]:
The last truth about erythema symptoms:
After Mu Yang was stuck with a needle for the tenth time while making a prayer doll, he was so angry that he stuffed the half-formed doll into his mouth and tore it to pieces: "Why is this thing so difficult to make!! I ate this bastard!" I!"