Chapter 044 Tracking

Lou Wu stepped in the shadow under the eaves, his figure flashed by like a ghost, and he would move forward a long distance every time he landed.

In a short while, they were completely away from the centralized treatment area.

Mingyan County is short of water. Normally, many breakfast shops would be open at this time, but now almost every household is indoors.

He avoided the occasional patrolling soldiers on the road in advance.

But Lou Wu never realized that there was a figure following him.

Judging from her figure, she was a woman, wearing a veil and walking in an ordinary way, but she always maintained a distance of thirty feet from the fleeing person in front.

This method of making the body light is clearly much more advanced than his.

Not only that, she did not deliberately avoid pedestrians. Both ordinary people and a team of passing patrolmen ignored her as if she did not exist at all.

In about a cup of tea's time, Lou Wu arrived at the three-story house where he stayed and jumped into the backyard.

"call……"

He let out a long breath, and only then did he begin to sweat profusely.

Without taking a break, he immediately found the "drug dealer".

"Is there any information about the young master's whereabouts?" After waiting for a whole night, he was already extremely anxious.

Lou Wu's expression was extremely grim. "Uncle Gong, the infiltration failed. Meng Jian is in the critical care unit."

"What!" Uncle Gong slammed the table and stood up.

Of course he knew who Meng Jian was. A trap was his first reaction, but it was quickly rejected.

It is impossible to understand their identities and judge their actions and time of entering the intensive care unit.

Then there is only one possibility left: there is a very important target in the intensive care unit, and even Meng Jian needs to guard it personally.

Could it be that... the young master has been exposed?

"Uncle Gong, there's one more thing. From last night to this morning, more than forty bodies were moved out of the intensive care unit.

I asked the manager of the charity cemetery, and he said that on the busiest day, about fifty people died.

But then I heard the guards at the gate mention that they had found a cure."

Uncle Gong's face was gloomy.

The young master was supervising the construction in Mingyan County, but a heavy rain caused the upstream river embankment to break, and the flood formed a mud dragon that swallowed up the tea mountains and the villages downstream.

The young master and his entourage had all disappeared without a trace, and just at this moment, the imperial relief team arrived, took control of the city defenses, and entry and exit were strictly restricted.

Uncle Gong felt mixed emotions.

I am worried that the young master's identity will be exposed, but I also hope that he is in the intensive care unit. It is better than being swallowed by the mud dragon and leaving no trace.

However, in order to snatch people from Meng Jian and the Imperial Guards, Mingyan County only had Lou Wu, a strong man.

After a moment's hesitation, he made a decision:

"Send the message, summoning Chansi and Poxiao into the city. We must have a definitive answer as to their presence or absence!"

"yes."

The two of them immediately left the house and headed straight for the city gate.

In order to prevent the blockade of internal and external information, Uncle Gong had already made arrangements.

The medicinal materials arrived in batches, and the one that entered the city last night was only the first batch.

These were supplies that the city urgently needed, and since they had already taken care of the soldiers guarding the gate, it should have been easy to pass on the message while receiving the medicinal materials.

In the teahouse thirty feet away, a masked woman was observing the house through the crack in the window.

Seeing someone leaving, she pointed with her right hand, and the copper bells under the eaves rang, and then spread outward along the street.

The breeze gathered into a bundle and hit the eaves bell and iron horse accurately, spreading far away.

Not long after, another masked woman came around the side of the house and followed the merchant.

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The bright sun outside the carved wooden window lattice is like a ball of molten silver, and the chirping of cicadas weaves a dense net, covering the house tightly.

“Um… no… don’t…”

Lying on the rosewood couch, Qin Zhaoyue closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and flapped his arms wildly.

Suddenly, a ray of hot wind came through the gap in the curtains, and the iron bells on the eaves trembled.

The door opened and Mo Twelve, who was on duty at the door, immediately rushed in.

Seeing the strange behavior of the princess on the couch, he hurried forward and gently shook her body.

"Your Highness, Sixth Prince!"

Qin Zhaoyue suddenly sat up and opened his eyes.

His eyes were hazy and it took him a while to focus and see Mo Twelve clearly.

The bamboo curtain was drooping, and the light that filtered in fell on the lilac sweat towel, leaving a few dark water marks.

The fine sweat sticking to her back had already soaked through her gauze dress, sticking to her skin like a cicada shell that could not be shed.

"Your Highness, you are having a nightmare."

Qin Zhaoyue pursed her lips and did not respond.

I just woke up, and the content of the dream still remains on the surface of my consciousness.

Three years ago, that helpless night, the cold white light, the sound of the ventilator, the small glass window at the door...

Everything was so real that it trapped her in her memories.

"water……"

When he spoke, his voice was very hoarse. Mo Jiu, who heard the noise, immediately brought him a cup of cold tea.

He gulped it down, and his throat felt like dry land receiving a downpour of rain, and the burning and stinging sensation was immediately suppressed.

"Is there any warm water? I'd like to scrub myself."

The Qingluan Guards did not serve in front of the emperor, but this time they accompanied him pretending to be maids, and the Sixth Princess only brought Taoyao with her, so they all learned some skills.

Soon, warm water was served and she was helped to wash herself.

Qin Zhaoyue felt better after changing into dry clothes.

"What time is it?"

"It's just the beginning."

No wonder the sun was so scorching. Qin Zhaoyue casually ate some dry food, drank two cups of cold tea, and walked towards the patient's room.

A tall and majestic figure stood in the corridor, blocking the way like a wall.

"Sixth Prince."

Meng Jian clasped his fists and saluted. Qin Zhaoyue glanced at him lightly without lingering, and it was different from the teasing he had done in the past few times.

After nodding slightly, she walked past him.

When Qin Zhaoyue opened the door, he was stunned.

In front of the bed, Sui Mo was holding the syringe and giving an injection to a patient.

"Your Highness, Sister Sui Mo practiced with us many times using her own hands before starting the injection."

Clenching his fists, Qin Zhaoyue let out a breath of foul air, "Why bother..."

It was she who proposed the plan and implemented the treatment, and she is responsible for any consequences.

To outsiders, Sui Mo was her maid, and perhaps she had been taught this method, so there was nothing wrong with doing it on her behalf.

But Sui Mo’s real identity is Qingluan Guard, the emperor’s personal guard!

If someone attacks her after she returns to the capital, her identity will be a guarantee. After all, the Qingluan Guard represents His Majesty when they are outside.

Qin Zhaoyue taking action on his own and taking action under the instruction of His Majesty are two completely different things.

But... Suimo only has a hundred households after all, how dare she act on her own?

Sui Mo naturally sensed the Sixth Princess's gaze, but he was injecting and did not turn around to greet her.

Doctor Jiang had been working for too long, and the ups and downs in his mood had damaged his energy and spirit. He had fallen asleep at Yinshi and had not woken up yet, so it was Doctor Fang who worked with Suimo.

As for Meng Jian, Sui Mo can protect the heart meridian by himself, so there is no need for him.

Even he didn't catch any trace of the other party during the morning's spying, so the princess must have an expert by her side.

So the two of them discussed and decided to inject the broken ink and leave him in the corridor to guard.

Qin Zhaoyue did not go forward to disturb them, but turned around and looked at Mo Twelve and Meng Jian who had just followed in.

"Give me a flying needle."

Mo Twelve immediately pulled out a thin needle from her hair bun. She could naturally see that the needle was her unique hidden weapon.

"Commander Meng, could you please sharpen this needle? It needs to be finer."

Meng Jian took it with both hands, and after feeling it for a while, he replied in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Your Highness."