Drunken Exquisiteness

The Spring Festival of the 26th year of Shengwu is approaching, and officials of the Ministry of Rites have already drawn up a ceremonial ordinance to play the sky. In previous years, there must be a lot of excitement inside and outside the Taisho Palace during the Spring Festival. This year, the Emperor of Heaven kept the eloquent memorials of the Ministry of Rites and issued an decree: The chief of the Relief Department is not effective in providing disaster relief, and special dismissal of the investigation. The chief of Qingping County temporarily led the Relief Division, and the imperial physician ordered Song Defang, imperial physician He Ruyi, and Huang Wenshang to assist the people in the disaster-stricken area in Pingli.

This was followed by a decree: the four princes, Ye Tianling, were assigned the title of Observation Officer of Jingli, commanding troops and horses, patrolling and banning the two places of Beijing and Li, and working with the Department of Relief to deal with the epidemic with full authority, and all local officials of Pingli were dispatched from him.

At twilight two days later, there was a third decree: the Seventh Prince, Ye Tianzhan, added the title of attendant, and led the ceremony department to plan the New Year ceremony.

At this time, Qing Chen and Ye Tianling had already gone to Pingli. As soon as they left Beijing, the Xuanjia Army stationed at the city gate. Since the outskirts of Beijing, a card seal was set up to open a tight line of defense outside the epidemic area.

The Xuanjia Army’s rigor in ruling the army is worthy of its name. None of the generals in the army are like the previous relief division. They either drove away for fear of the plague or accepted bribes and let them go without permission.

Mingyi Building expanded the Muyuantang out of several branches in accordance with Qingchen's order, and used medicines and medicines to help the victims. It really helped many people and soon became a famous shantang in Beijing. For convenience, Qing Chen changed to men's clothing when he traveled. People in the suburbs of Beijing also went to the Muyuantang to see a doctor. They recognized her and rushed to tell her. According to legend, there was a rejuvenating doctor from Muyuantang, and the disease was saved.

Qing Chen and the others stopped and walked, all the way down until Pingli, and saw that almost every household in the city hung white banners. Every family had funerals, some even died together, and countless people died on the roadside. The surrounding counties and counties are also affected, and everyone is in danger.

At the time of the New Year, Pingli was full of grief and grievances. Dead to death, escape to escape, the rest of the people are panicked, not all day long. Qing Chen couldn't tell what it was like, but felt very shocked in his heart, wishing to dispel the plague immediately, and return the people to peace and peace.

In the early morning of late winter, the streets were almost empty, deserted and quiet like a ghost town. The long wind blew the sky and the paper fluttered, faintly mixed with intermittent crying, adding a bit of sorrow. In the back hall of the Pingli County Mansion, Song Defang only slept for a few hours before getting up early. After a few nights of hard work, he could hardly bear a handful of old bones. When we arrived in the front hall, we saw Wei Changzheng waiting there and said, "Wei commander got up early."

Wei Changzheng smiled and said: "Song Yu is early, we have been accustomed to fighting with the Four Highnesses over the years, you should rest a while."

Song Defang said: "People will feel less when they are old. Your Highness is up?"

Wei Changzheng said: "His Royal Highness and the princess have left the house, the princess will give you these recipes to try."

Song Defang took the prescription he handed over and looked at it intently. After a few days, Qingping Princess formulated strict protective measures and gradually implemented it. The epidemic seemed to have been curbed. Presumably King Ling and the county owner went out to visit again in person. I only worry that the blood of the beast is limited after all, and can't save a few people every day. He did not dare to delay, and immediately went to the pharmacy to test the medicine.

At this time, Ye Tianling and Qing Chen had left a house, and several guards behind them were fully armed, carrying several stretchers covered with white cloth. None of this family was spared. All five people, young and old, died of the plague, and even those who collected their bodies for funerals had nowhere to look.

Ye Tianling saw Qing Chen staring at the front in a trance, worried that she would not be able to eat after her illness, and asked in a low voice, "But tired?"

Qing Chen smiled: "Fortunately, these are the last few."

Ye Tianling nodded: "The city has been around, and the outskirts of the city must be almost the same." The two of them personally visited the city in the past few days. Qing Chen treated patients from house to house, comforted the people, and implemented preventive measures. The law also persuades the survivors to cremate their relatives and friends who died and cut off the source of the disease. Even if they were unwilling, sympathized with their bereavement, and comforted and persuaded them, most people still obeyed the order. A fire site was set up in a wasteland in the eastern suburbs, and countless people were cremated every day, and it has been burning for five days.

Qing Chen raised his head to look at Ye Tianling. In the past few days, he has to deploy troops and worry about the epidemic, and his brows have never been stretched.

The two were focused on this disease, and they rarely even had the opportunity to be alone. But only when I lift my eyes and turn around, I can see each other, naturally at ease, supporting and supporting each other step by step, and the coordination is seamless, and doing things with less effort. The two only felt that their lives had never been so comfortable, and the sorrowful and misty epidemic area was a bit more memorable.

When Ye Tianling saw her look over, Qing Jun's eyes waved slightly. Yan Xi asked, "His Royal Highness, can you still go to the Eastern Suburbs Fire Site today?"

"Go." Ye Tianling said quietly, burning for five consecutive days, I hope today is the last time.

On the road from the middle of the city to the eastern suburbs, worshippers cried loudly along the way.

On the high platform, a raging fire raged ahead, swallowing countless dead souls. Yan Xi had been watching for a few days, but still did not dare to face the tragic situation, and couldn't help but turn to avoid it. Everyone bowed their heads and closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at each other, but they couldn't hide the miserable cry in their ears.

On the top of the high platform, Ye Tianling stood blankly with his hands behind his hands, coldly looking at a fierce flame in front of him. The heat wave still couldn't melt the cold under his eyes, and he seemed indifferent to this hellfire field. Qing Chen stood quietly beside him, the heat forced the white veil covering his face to sway, and only a pair of clear eyes were exposed outside. The dazzling autumn water reflected the coquettish and strong flames, and the world twisted and rose above the flames. Soar into the sky. She did not evade and stared at the death and struggle in front of her, as if she wanted to engrave this scene in her heart and remember it forever.

At this moment, it seemed that the heart of "Ning Wenqing" was stripped away, and the person "Feng Qingchen" was also forgotten. An unspeakable mood gradually grew. The raging fire of a few days seemed to make her reborn, and the world that was invisible in the past slowly spread out in front of her, like Nirvana rebirth.

The surviving monks in the city gathered on their own, chanting the "Death Mantra" for the dead, and the solemn Sanskrit sound brought some peace. Qing Chen listened for a while, and said in a low voice, "Fourth brother, we should have come early."

Ye Tianling pursed her thin lips slightly and said in a low voice: "Do your best, it's not too late."

Xu is the **** of good life, but ten days later, the Emperor of Heaven received a report that Qingping princess made medicinal liquid from the highly poisonous frog, and mixed it with rhubarb, fangfeng, Qingdai, platycodon and a small amount of Taibai Aconitum and other herbs. The joint system became the "bitter pill", which is extremely effective against the plagues of Beijing and Li, and there are already countless lives. The Emperor of Heaven immediately allocated another 200,000 taels of relief funds and mobilized medicinal materials from various places to make this medicine. For a time, the price of the medicine was raised by the news.

Mu Yuantang had stockpiled a large amount of medicinal materials and grains under Qing Chen's instruction. As soon as the court's silver arrived, he changed hands to buy and sell, even if there were more than 200,000 taels of income. While completely resolving the urgent need of Mingyilou, he bought medicines and formulated "Ku Ruo Wan" according to the prescription and widely distributed. After more than a month, the number of patients in Muyuantang gradually decreased. The outer city of Yige City has been closed to traffic, and Pingli is slowly recovering stability. It is just that the people's livelihood and economic vitality are severely damaged.

After the epidemic, the Emperor of Heaven exempted Pingli from paying taxes for two years and opened a warehouse to release grain.

After staying in Pingli for nearly a month, seeing the Quartet settle down, the group set the twelfth lunar month to return to Beijing to report on work, just because it was the New Year in a few days.

When the car left Pingli County, the people of Pingli came out of the empty city, kneeling and seeing each other side by side, and more people walking more than ten miles behind the car. Through the car window curtains, Qing Chen looked at the reluctant people who followed behind, feeling very emotional, and suddenly felt that he was truly alive here. This feeling had never been so strong.

A "mass grave" was uplifted in the eastern suburbs of Pingli, and on the white stone monument in front of the grave, written in memory of the 25-year pandemic of Shengwu. In the same year, the people in the city raised funds to build the "Pingchun Shrine". The goddess of a woman in white dressing on lotus was enshrined in the temple, which was respected by doctors for generations.