"Su mu," Ling Qingyu turned his head and shouted, but he saw that Su Mu\'s body was shaking and his face was very pale. He stepped forward a few steps, helped him and said, "what\'s the matter with you?"

"Nothing, just a little cold." Sumu replied.

Ling Qingyu looked at the white sun in the sky. Seeing Su Mu\'s teeth trembling, he was surprised. He hurriedly dragged him into the tent, put his hand on his forehead, and asked, "do you feel very cold?"

Su Mu nodded, his hands unconsciously hugged his shoulders, and his body shivered with cold.

Ling Qingyu pulled him to lie on the quilt, then turned out a cloak to cover him, and said to Yan San, "Yan San, there is something wrong with Su mu. See if there is a doctor?"

Yan San answered and quickly walked out of the corner tower. Found Cheng Jia, who was still wandering on the wall, and said, "Lord Cheng, where is the doctor here?"

Cheng Jia was surprised and asked, "what\'s the matter?"

"There is something wrong with Sue. Where is the doctor?" Yan San took some anxiety.

"I\'ll take you."

Put all the things that can be covered on Su mu, but Su Mu still seems to be cold, and everyone shrinks into a ball. Ling Qingyu asked anxiously, "Su mu, how is it?"

"Master... I\'m... Nothing... Just... Feel... Cold..." Su Mu\'s words were intermittent because of the cold war, which made lingqingyu more flustered. Although the current weather is not 40 degrees, there must be more than 30 degrees, but such a hot weather is so cold!

When Yan Sancheng Jia came back with the doctor, Su Mu had a high fever. After the doctor asked about the situation and took a pulse, he called Cheng Jia out of the tent.

"Lord Cheng, it\'s a game!" The doctor\'s voice trembled when he said it.

Cheng Jia flashed slightly and said, "are you sure?"

"Yes, there have been several people in the city who have got this disease. Do you want to talk to Lord Wang?" The doctor whispered.

"Can\'t you treat it?" Cheng Jia asked.

"I can only prescribe some prescriptions, but this disease is really dangerous." The doctor whispered. He can diagnose it so quickly because it has been several days since the first person in the city got the disease, and the symptoms have all manifested. Now he has entered a dangerous situation. Once he gets the disease, it depends on fate, and it depends on him whether he can endure it or not.

"Malaria?" Ling Qingyu stood at the door of the tent and asked.

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

"Don\'t worry, this disease may not be all right." Cheng Jia turned and said. Although these people were said to be her guards, she treated them like relatives.

"Traditional Chinese medicine can\'t cure this." Ling Qingyu looked back at Su mu, who had a high fever and began to be confused, and said, "moreover, I\'m afraid it\'s falciparum malaria."

Cheng Jia asked unconsciously, "traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Yan San, Yan San."

"In." Yan San walked out of the tent and answered.

"Find a horse, and you will go to Hangzhou immediately to bring the bark and seeds of the cinchona tree we brought back from South America." Lingqingyu hurried.

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

"Don\'t be so anxious. The doctor may have a way?" Cheng Jia interposed.

"There is nothing we can do. It all depends on the patient\'s own physical strength. Su Mu is young, and he is not from Dazhou. He can\'t carry it." Ling Qingyu returned to Cheng Jia and turned to Yan San: "that cinchona is specially for this. Only that thing can cure Su Mu\'s disease. Yan San, go and come back quickly. I\'ll wait for you here."

"Qingyu," glancing at Cheng Jia, Yan San pulled Ling Qingyu aside and said, "July 14 is coming. If I can\'t catch up, what will you do?"

Ahhh! And that fucking snake pill!

"It\'s all right, isn\'t there seven days left? Just try to come back. If you can\'t, there are so many men here, I can always catch one." Ling Qingyu\'s voice is getting lower and lower.

Knowing that she would never leave Su Mu alone, if something happened to Su mu, she would be guilty to death. Yan San sighed and whispered, "I will do it as soon as possible, but if you can\'t catch up, you must find someone to solve it. Don\'t carry it by yourself."

Ling Qingyu nodded, looked up and pecked on his lips, saying, "be careful."

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

Cheng Jia stood outside and looked at the sky. Occasionally, he looked at the two people and asked, "do you think there is medicine for this?"

"Give it to the horse, and you\'ll know when I bring it back." Yan San Dao.

"The horse is below. Wait a minute. I\'ll write you a passage document. Otherwise, the checkpoint won\'t let you pass." Cheng Jia said as she went to get a pen and paper.

auzw. Com "level?" Lingqingyu asked.

"Yes, this kind of malaria has been widely transmitted, and the imperial court has ordered to block the epidemic area and prohibit traffic." Cheng Jia wrote the official document and put his seal on it. Then he gave Yan San A Cheng waist token and said, "if the official document won\'t let you pass, take this out and say, Cheng Jia is dying. If you don\'t save people, be careful of his head."

"OK." Glancing at Ling Qingyu, Yan San glanced back and swept down the wall, took the reins passed by Jia Xiaosi, rolled over and mounted the horse.

"Road closure?" Ling Qingyu asked coolly.

"Ah... Haha..." Cheng Jia hit 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."

"A lot of people will die if you play tricks." After lingqingyu finished speaking, he got into the tent and said to Cheng Jia, "find someone to help fetch water."

Su Mu was so hot that he began to talk nonsense. Ling Qingyu took off his clothes, wiped his body with cold water constantly to cool down, and filled him with cold water. At the same time, he whispered, "Su mu, it\'s okay, you must be okay, Yan San has gone to get the medicine, don\'t worry, you have to carry it."

"Lord Cheng."

"What\'s the matter?" Cheng Jia looked back and saw a small official coming with some soldiers. His face was slightly cold and asked.

"Lord Zhou heard that there was a pendulum here. Please move Lord Cheng to the county government." The petty official saluted.

"No, I\'m right here." Cheng Jia said faintly.

"But Lord Zhou said..." the official was a little anxious. Although Cheng Jia was not an imperial envoy, Cheng Jia was the son of the prime minister. If something happened, the officials of all Jiangling were not enough to compensate.

"It\'s easy to have an accident in your county yamen. Tell Lord Zhou and find out how many cases there are in the city?" Cheng Jia\'s voice was not loud, but he took the official\'s authority with him. The little official Yilin bowed to answer yes and took people away.

In the evening, Su Mu was sweating and the temperature fell down.

"I\'m all right, master." Looking at Ling Qingyu, Su Mu smiled.

"Just don\'t move now. Have a good rest. I\'m afraid I\'ll come again tomorrow." Ling Qingyu wiped his sweat with a veil, put on clean clothes, and said.

"Cooking..." Su Mu looked at the sky and wanted to get up.

"Don\'t move. I\'ll let you taste my craft today." Ling Qingyu held him down.

"Master, your craft can\'t eat." Sue is very honest.

"You look down on me too much. Anyway, just lie down for me." Lingqingyu stared and said.

Tired to death, Wang xuanzhi, who came back to rub rice, looked at a bowl of rice porridge on the table that could no longer be clear, and said, "do you have no rice?"

"Su Mu is ill, so he can only eat porridge. If it\'s rice, it\'s here." Ling Qingyu took out a pot of dark things from the side.

Wang xuanzhi smoked at the corner of his eye, glanced at Cheng Jia who was drinking the rice porridge as delicious as 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 faintly, "you\'d better move."

Wang xuanyidun, he really despised some of her behavior, and here even the last cook fell down, but if you go to the county yamen, the county magistrate, Lord Zhou, is not a big official, but gave birth to seven daughters. Now, except for the youngest one, who is only five years old, other daughters are innocent to miss places. Compared with this porridge, that is more frightening.

On the third day, under the care of Ling Qingyu day and night, Su Mu improved a little, but a large-scale fight broke out in the city, and the first sick person also died.

Moreover, Cheng Jia fell down when he came back this night.

"Didn\'t I tell you to wear long clothes and trousers so as not to be bitten by mosquitoes? Why are you so stupid?" Ling Qingyu helped him cover the quilt and said, "where are your boys? Where are they?"

"My name is... They... Sent the letter... Went..." Cheng Jia shivered. The situation here was getting worse and worse. The help of the imperial court was delayed, and malaria broke out again. He had to ask his men to keep sending letters to Bianjing and around. It happened that even the last boy ordered him to leave today.

Sue got up, went to fetch water, and then cooked porridge.

"I\'m really unlucky." Ling Qingyu sighed and said strangely, "by the way, people come to ask you to change places every day? Why not today?"

"Don\'t... Rush... I... Go..." Cheng Jia\'s teeth fought, but he still laughed, "I... Don\'t want to... Bring... A bunch of... Aunts... Back..."

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

"I\'m... In charge..." Cheng Jia drank and said.

"Don\'t introduce! I\'ll be thankful if you don\'t play with me in the future!" Lingqingyu said.