Chang’an Peasant Girl

Jing Jing took out two bluegrass roots and put them in front of Gong Juechen, "This is bluegrass root. My husband and I used to eat this by accident when we had a fever and sore throat in our hometown. It is very useful. You can add it to the interview." try."

Gong Juechen didn't speak, just picked up a bluegrass root and stuffed it into his mouth to bite.

After carefully tasting the taste of bluegrass root, Gong Juechen spit it out, and said: "It's bitter, cold in nature, it might be really useful, I'll put it in my recipe now, let someone cook some, see See if it really works."

After the people infected with the plague drank the potion with bluegrass root, their body temperature did drop a little, but the other symptoms of the plague did not change at all.

After drinking for four days, it is still the same.

Only then did Gong Juechen come to a conclusion: "This is at best a relief, it cannot be cured."

Jing Jing and Xiao Changyi also knew that it would be difficult to cure the plague with bluegrass alone. Hearing what Gong Juechen said, Jing Jing and Xiao Changyi were silent and said nothing.

Gong Juechen continued: "In the past few days, the number of people infected with the plague in the city has decreased a lot. This medicinal soup with bluegrass root is more effective in preventing epidemics than curing them."

In the past few days, An Jing and Xiao Changyi have asked people to distribute the medicinal soup with Banlangen to those who have not been infected with the plague. The effect is quite obvious, and now only a few new cases of the plague are added every day.

"How can this plague be cured?" Suddenly, Gong Juechen sighed deeply, looking very powerless. He is also very tired.

After living for so many years, his body has never been so tired as it is now.

In the past, I was tired at most.

Now not only the heart is tired, but also the body is tired. It is simply the double exhaustion of body and mind.

Quiet is also very powerless, "We have nothing to do, it's up to you."

"Rely on me, rely on me" Gong Juechen murmured the word "rely on me" first, and then smiled, who was called a monster, "I think I can't find a way out, what should we do, we are all going to die here Here it is."

Although it is a questioning tone, it is an affirmative sentence pattern.

Neither Jing Jing nor Xiao Changyi paid any attention to Gong Juechen like this, they just turned around and left.

Watching An Jing and Xiao Changyi leave, the smile on Gong Juechen's face gradually turned into a wry smile, and he opened his mouth again, muttering softly: "Really"

Jing Jing and Xiao Changyi, who had already walked out of the medicinal food room, also understood that Gong Juechen's words were true, but they didn't want to treat Gong Juechen in such a cynical manner.

That night, sitting quietly with her knees hugged on the highest balcony of the palace, she first looked at the bright moon in the sky, and then she looked in the direction of the imperial capital, her eyes blushing little by little.

she misses her kids

I don’t know if her children are doing well now, whether her children are thinking about her and her husband-in-law, whether her children are obedient, whether her children have not entered the palace because of her and her husband-in-law. they cry

I really really really miss her kids.

As soon as Xiao Changyi came, he saw An Jing sitting there with his back facing him and hugging his knees. His slender back made him feel distressed. He knew where she was looking. He knew who she was thinking about.

"Jing'er." Xiao Changyi walked over, sat next to An Jing, and gently put his arms around An Jing's shoulders, allowing An Jing to lean in his arms.

An Jing felt the warm embrace, her throat choked up, and she choked up, "Sir, I miss the children."

"I know." After a pause, "I want to too." As he spoke, he pressed a kiss on the top of her hair.