Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"Sum," Ling Qingyu turned his head and shouted, but saw that Sum's body was a little shaky and his face was also very pale. He stepped forward and helped him: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just a little bit cold." Summ replied.

Ling Qingyu looked at the big white sun in the sky, and saw that Summ's teeth were shaking, and he was shocked. He dragged him into the tent, put his hand on his forehead, and asked, "Is it cold?"

Summ nodded, his hands clasped his shoulders involuntarily, his body shivering with cold.

Ling Qingyu pulled him and lay on the quilt, then turned out a cloak to cover him, and said to Yan San, "Yan San, Su Mu has something wrong, see if there is a doctor?"

Yan San responded and walked out of the turret quickly. I found Cheng Jia who was still dangling on the wall and said, "Master Cheng, where is the doctor here?"

Cheng Jia was surprised and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Sum has something wrong, where is the doctor?" Yan San was anxious.

"I'll take you."

Cover all the things that can be built on Soum, but Summ seems to be still very cold, and everyone shrinks into a ball. Ling Qingyu asked anxiously, "Sum, how?"

"Master...I...it's okay...just...it feels...cold..." Summ's words were intermittent because of the cold war, which made Ling Qingyu feel more flustered. Although the current weather says it is not forty degrees, there must be more than thirty degrees, so hot. The weather is so cold!

When Yan San Chengjia returned with the doctor, Soum had already developed a high fever. After the doctor asked about the situation, he called Cheng Jia out of the tent.

"Master Cheng, it's a pendulum!" The doctor's voice trembled when he said.

Cheng Jia shook slightly and said, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, there have been several people in the city who have suffered from this disease. Would you like to tell Lord Wang?" The doctor whispered.

"Can't it be treated?" Cheng Jia asked.

"The villain can only prescribe some prescriptions, but this disease is really dangerous." The doctor whispered. He was able to diagnose it so quickly because it has been several days since the first person in the city had the disease, and all the symptoms have been manifested. Now he has entered a dangerous situation. Once this disease is caught, it depends on the destiny. It's all up to you.

"Is it malaria?" Ling Qingyu asked, standing at the door of the tent.

"Also called this disease." The doctor replied, and then said: "I'll go see the prescription first."

"Don't worry, this disease may not be okay." Cheng Jia turned around and said. Although these people are her guards, she treats them like family members.

"Traditional Chinese medicine can't cure this." Ling Qingyu looked back at Su Mu, who had a high fever and was beginning to be confused, and said: "And, it's only falciparum malaria."

Cheng Jia asked unconsciously, "Chinese medicine?"

"Three swallows and three swallows."

"Yes." Yan San answered when he walked out of the tent.

"Find a horse, you go to Hangzhou right away and bring the bark and seeds of the cinchona tree we brought back from South America." Ling Qingyu said anxiously.

"But." Yan San hesitated. If he left, Ling Qingyu and Su Mu would be a patient here.

"Don't worry, maybe the doctor has a way?" Cheng Jia interjected.

"There is no way, it's all relying on the patient's own physical strength. Soum is young, and he is not a person from Da Zhou. He can't handle it." Ling Qingyu returned to Cheng Jia and turned to Yan San. It’s a special treatment for this, only that thing can cure Su Mu’s disease, Yan San, go and come back quickly, I’m here waiting for you."

"Qing Yu," glanced at Cheng Jia, Yan San pulled Ling Qingyu aside and said, "July 14 is coming soon. If I can't make it back, what should you do?"

Ah oh! And the snake pill!

"It's okay, isn't there still seven days? You can just rush back as much as possible. If it doesn't work, there are so many men here, I can always catch one." Ling Qingyu's voice became quieter and quieter.

Knowing that she would never leave Sum alone, if something happened to Sum, she would be ashamed to death, Yan San sighed and whispered: "I will do it as soon as possible, but if you can't keep up, you must find someone Solve it, don't do it yourself."

Ling Qingyu nodded, raised his head and pecked on his lips, and said, "You have to be careful."

Yan San lowered his head and hugged her waist, turning her peck into a deep kiss. After releasing her, he said, "You are well, and I will be well."

Cheng Jia stood outside and looked at the sky, occasionally looking at the two people if they were healed, and seeing the two finally let go, and asked: "You said there is medicine to treat this?"

"Whether it works for a horse, you will know when I bring it back." Yan Sandao.

"The horse is below, wait, I will write you a general document, or the checkpoint will not let you pass." Cheng Jia said as he went to get paper and pen.

"Level?" Ling Qingyu asked.

"Yes, this kind of malaria has spread to a large scale. The imperial court has ordered the blockade of the epidemic area and banned traffic." Cheng Jia wrote the official document and stamped it with his own big seal, and then gave Yan San his own Cheng Zi waist badge. : "If the official document doesn't let you pass, just take this out and say, Cheng Jia is dying. If you don't let you save someone, be careful of his head."

"Okay." Taking a look at Ling Qingyu, Yan San turned his head and swept down the wall, took the reins handed by Jia Xiaosi during the process, and turned on his horse.

"Road closure?" Ling Qingyu asked coolly.

"Ah...haha..." Cheng Jia said haha.

"This disease is caused by mosquitoes. What does it matter?" Ling Qingyu snorted.

"There are also places where too many people and livestock have died, and there has been a plague." Cheng Jia said: "There is no plague in Jiangling, thank you very much."

"Playing with pendulums will kill a lot of people." After Ling Qingyu finished speaking, he got into the tent and said to Cheng Jia: "Find someone to help and fetch water."

Su Mu was already hot enough to start talking nonsense, Ling Qingyu took off his clothes, wiped him with cold water to cool down, and poured cold water on him, while whispering: "Summ, it's okay, you must be okay. , Yan San has already gone to get the medicine, don't worry, you have to hold it on."

"Master Cheng."

"What's the matter?" Cheng Jia asked when he turned his head and saw a small official bringing some officers and soldiers over, his face became cold.

"Master Zhou heard that there was a pendulum here, ask Master Cheng to move to the county office." Xiaoli Shili said.

"No, I'm here." Cheng Jia said lightly.

"But Master Zhou said..." The little official was a little anxious. Although Cheng Jia was not an imperial commissioner, Cheng Jia was the son of the prime minister. If something happened, all Jiangling officials couldn't pay enough.

"It's easy to get into your county office. Tell Master Zhou to find out how many pendulums are in the city?" Cheng Jia's voice was not loud, but he brought the official prestige, and the young official shook his head and bowed in response. Yes, take someone away.

In the evening, Soum sweated profusely and the temperature dropped.

"I'm fine, Master." Looking at Ling Qingyu, Su Mu smiled slightly.

"It's just that it's okay now, don't move, take a good rest, I'm afraid you will come again tomorrow." Ling Qingyu wiped his sweat off with a kerchief, put on clean clothes, said.

"Cooking..." Summ glanced at the sky and thought of getting up.

"Don't move, let you **** craft today." Ling Qingyu held him down.

"Master, you can't eat your craftsmanship." Sum said honestly.

"I look down on me too much, you just lie down for me anyway." Ling Qingyu stared.

Wang Xuanzhi, who was half-tired and rushed back to eat rice, looked at a bowl of rice porridge that was too clear on the table and said, "Are you out of rice?"

"Sum is sick and can only eat porridge. If it's rice, here is it." Ling Qingyu took out a pot of dark things from the side.

Wang Xuanzhi twitched the corner of his eyes, glanced at Cheng Jia, who was drinking the rice porridge as if he was eating delicacies, and silently took a sip of the rice porridge.

Seeing Ling Qingyu carrying a bowl of porridge and getting into the tent, Wang Xuanzhi said with some contempt, "A servant is so nervous."

"She didn't treat him as a servant." Cheng Jia said lightly: "You should move away."

Wang Xuan had a meal. He really couldn't understand some of her behavior, and even the last cook here fell down, but if he went to the county office, the magistrate Zhou was not a big official, but he gave birth to seven daughters. Now, except for the youngest one who is only five years old, the other daughters are innocently missing places. Compared to this porridge, that is more scary.

On the third day, under the care of Ling Qingyu day and night, Soum improved slightly, but a large-scale swing broke out in the city, and the first person who fell ill was also dead.

Moreover, when he came back that night, Cheng Jia fell.

"Isn't you telling you to wear long clothes and trousers so that no mosquitoes can bite you? Why are you so stupid?" Ling Qingyu helped him cover the quilt, and said: "Where is your little boy? Where did he die?"

"I called... they... sent the letter... went..." Cheng Jia said shivering. The situation here became less and less optimistic. The court's assistance was delayed, and malaria broke out again. He had to tell his men to continue to Bianjing. Sending letters to the surroundings, it just so happened that today even the last servant was instructed to leave.

Sum got up, fetched water, and cooked porridge.

"My life is really hard." Ling Qingyu sighed and said strangely: "By the way, don't people come to ask you to change places every day? Why not today?"

"Don't... rush... I... go..." Cheng Jia fought with teeth, but still smiled: "I... don't want to... bring... a bunch of... aunts... go home..."

"Isn't my famous festival?" Ling Qingyu glared at him, then handed him cold water to drink.

"I...responsible..." Cheng Jia drank and said.

"Don't tell me! I'll thank God if you don't play around with me in the future!" Ling Qingyu said.