Chapter 293 A strict and virtuous househusband

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became peaceful, they talked openly, misunderstandings were resolved, and they both showed an open and relaxed mind.

As they talked and laughed, it seemed that even the shadow of the plague had dissipated a lot.

Junyi closed her eyes, using the angle to hide them. She placed her hands in her wedding gown and calculated for a moment before finally speaking with a determined look, "You can't solve this problem alone."

Gu Nan knew that this meant he was letting go, and nodded happily, "I understand the principle of being out of reach. I just want to do more and not be so passive."

When Chunyi looked over, he saw Gu Nan looking at him expectantly. His black and white almond-shaped eyes were moist and clear, like some newborn animal, with a soft and warm energy.

It is really hard to imagine seeing such full vitality in the eyes of the Thousand-Year Ghost King.

The bright moon is in my arms, the rivers and lakes are filled with pollution, and all the harsh treatments of fate are transformed into angular tenderness.

A soft affection unconsciously flashed in his eyes, but the night was too dark, so this fleeting glimmer of light appeared briefly and then disappeared on its own, continuing to grow.

Junyi turned away, and in a deep voice, he slowly recounted the fragments of what Fazhan had seen in his dream, "After the plague in the north, drought struck the south, and another epidemic struck in the summer. At the end of the year, neighboring countries joined forces to invade, and the epidemic returned. After that, there were several years of famine, and the bodies of starving people were piled high."

Gu Nan stood there in a daze.

She repeated these short forty words over and over in her mind.

There were two major epidemics in the Western Han Dynasty, after which more than half of the Han Dynasty population died.

During the Chongzhen reign, there was a severe drought that lasted for seven years. The land was barren for thousands of miles, and there were starving people everywhere. All the grass roots and tree bark were gone.

During the Dingwu famine, people sold themselves for meat in the market, cut off their arms and legs to make soup, and more than ten million people died in this famine.

Not to mention the war, the countless bones, the destruction of the country and the ruin of families.

Epidemics, droughts, famines, wars, each of which would leave corpses strewn across the land, but Chunyi said that these things would happen within the next few years.

For at least the next three years, this country will be living in a series of natural and man-made disasters, with no one from top to bottom able to breathe.

Not to mention that the current monarch is not a wise one, and there are many loopholes in the government and the country. If we are not careful, the country will change hands and the country will no longer be a country.

It is the people who suffer from beginning to end.

No wonder Junyi said it was destiny, no wonder Junyi said she couldn't afford the price.

No, it’s more of a punishment from God than a natural disaster.

Throughout thousands of years of history, there has never been a period as difficult as this.

Tens and millions, tens of millions of lives, even hundreds or thousands of lives, she would still be powerless.

No wonder Junyi was reluctant to tell her. For a moment, Gu Nan regretted asking so clearly.

These few dozen words were filled with the dense mass of lost lives, so huge and heavy that it made it difficult for her to breathe.

Gu Nan hugged his knees with his hands and muttered, "Master Chunyi..."

Chunyi lowered her eyes to look at her. Gu Nan, who had been so high-spirited just now, was like a kite that was suddenly torn, swaying in the strong wind and losing all his fighting spirit.

She buried her face in her knees, curled up into a small ball, revealing a thin white neck. Without saying anything, the sight of her back was enough to soften one's heart.

"You understand the truth." Chunyi said.

Gu Nan turned around and glared at him: "..."

Why is this person so talkative?

Shouldn't she be nice to him?

Junyi turned his head away, avoiding her gaze, and his lips, which were habitually pursed, became tighter.

He didn't know what evil mentality he had, but when he saw Gu Nan showing that kind of resentful and coquettish expression, he actually wanted to laugh.

But he shouldn't laugh, she was so serious, and he was so reluctant.

He and Gu Nan have come this far, and can sit side by side in the watchtower calmly and enjoy the night together, simply because one has a heart as strong as a saint, and the other is reluctant to let go.

He and De Zhao, like every ordinary person who is caught in the sea of desire, are reluctant to let go.

Chunyi shifted his gaze back, but Gu Nan was no longer looking at him. He was picking at the burrs on the handrail of the watchtower, frowning in thought. His fair skin reflected a light snow color, and his thick eyelashes cast a clear shadow under his eyelids.

It goes without saying that she must be racking her brains to figure out how to help the people cope with the next series of disasters.

Chunyi looked at it quietly for a while, picked up the wedding dress on the ground, dusted it off and put it in the basket, then lowered her head to continue embroidering the pattern on the veil.

Stitch by stitch, carefully sew in the indescribable love.

After Gu Nan finished chatting with the system, he turned around and found Junyi embroidering a veil.

The collar of her old maid's gown was torn to shreds by her, the rags fluttering in the wind, and her strong and muscular chest muscles were faintly visible. But he didn't care at all. He lowered his eyes and threaded the needle. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like the legendary strict and virtuous head of the house.

Gu Nan was embarrassed by his own association.

When he thought about the first time he saw Junyi sitting under the tree mending clothes, he also looked like a tough man, and his face felt red again.

What a disgusting husband.

Gu Nan despised himself, saying he was vulgar!

"What?" Junyi suddenly looked up and asked.

Gu Nan was shocked and realized that he was so engrossed in his thoughts that he couldn't control his mouth.

Quickly shook his head, "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about others. They look particularly virtuous when sewing clothes."

Gu Nan covered his mouth.

Junyi: “……?”

He thought Gu Nan was scolding him for sewing vulgar patterns, but she ended up saying he was virtuous?

Chunyi looked at Gu Nan with complicated eyes, an expression that was hard to describe.

"You've lived for over a thousand years, and you can't even sew clothes?"

Gu Nan: “…”

She forgot that there were more than two hundred years and dozens of generation gaps between her and Junyi.

How could the macho husband Master Chunyi understand the destructive power of a virtuous man on a woman?

Gu Nan came over to the table, her eyes twinkling brightly. "Don't mind me. Just continue embroidering. I'll watch and learn from you."

Junyi stared at her for a few seconds, gave up worrying about it, lowered her head and continued embroidering.

It was almost dawn, and he had to hurry.

Junyi's hands are so big and rough, but he is very good at picking up the needle. Just looking at his movements, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an experienced embroiderer.

However, after looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't understand the pattern on the veil. It was winding and twisting, and some parts looked a bit like words.

Asked Chunyi, Chunyi didn't say anything.

Forget it, you’ll know when he finishes embroidering.

The sky gradually brightened.

Junyi put away her sewing basket and went to cook, while Gu Nan carried the remaining breakfast for the quarantined refugees to the quarantine area.

Junyi brought back more than 30 people, none of whom have fever or cough at the moment. In one day, the infection can be basically ruled out and they can enter the city.

A little later, Jiang Wanying came back.

She was exhausted from the journey. Gu Nan asked her about the situation in the nearby cities. She said:

"The entire Jiangzhou is in chaos. Currently, only the plague in Kyoto hasn't spread. But the good times won't last. Refugees are migrating here in droves, dying along the way, and wherever they die, they bring the plague with them."

"How long will the earliest batch last?"

Jiang Wanying thought for a moment and said, "It will be soon. It will only take an hour or two."