Chapter 111 Am I bothering my cousin, the prince?
Several people looked at each other, and finally Xu Yan gave the order.
"Go ask those people if anyone is willing to help."
Xu Yan's people went over and asked, and anyone who was not infected and could move was willing to help.
"It should have been like this a long time ago."
Xu Yan sighed and thanked Jiang Qingyue solemnly, but Jiang Qingyue shook her head.
"You should thank him."
Xu Yan looked at the bank account not far behind him, and understood in his heart that if Xie Lingyun hadn't reminded them, they would not have thought of these questions.
No, it’s not that they can’t remember, but no one cares about the lives of these refugees.
He was about to speak, but when he turned around, he found that Jiang Qingyue had gone to treat the people again.
Xu Yan lowered his head and smiled, then followed the guards to help.
Apart from the common people who came to help, Jiang Qingyue recognized at a glance that none of the foreigners had moved.
There were indeed a few who were seriously ill among them, but the rest pretended to be deaf.
However, those unruly eyes would glance at Xie Lingyun's account from time to time.
Jiang Qingyue followed her gaze and saw Xie Lingyun's men with serious expressions going in and out of the tent one after another.
I'm afraid it's something important.
These people probably have their eyes on Xie Lingyun.
Jiang Qingyue's expression was slightly hesitant.
Perhaps, these people finally realized that they were missing a companion, and seeing unusual movements on Xie Lingyun's side, they became suspicious.
After examining several seriously ill patients, Jiang Qingyue immediately rushed to Xie Lingyun's tent.
There was a guard with his face masked with a medicine towel guarding the door. When he saw Jiang Qingyue coming, he immediately lifted the curtain.
"Miss San, are you here to see our general?"
Jiang Qingyue nodded, but was not in a hurry to go in.
There were two things placed at the door of the tent: a basin of water soaked with herbs for washing hands, and a bundle of herbs tied together to be burned in a brazier and used to fumigate clothes.
Jiang Qingyue washed her hands and fumigated her clothes outside the tent before going in.
In the tent, Xie Lingyun was writing a letter. Jiang Qingyue stood at the door, waiting for him to finish writing the letter and put it into the envelope.
"What's up?"
The deep and mellow voice gives people a strong sense of security.
Jiang Qingyue nodded, "Is there something important going on?"
Xie Lingyun's eyebrows furrowed, "Why do you ask?"
She frowned and said, "Your people are coming in and out with serious expressions, which has aroused the suspicion of those foreigners. Cousin, is there any news from the court? Are they sending food or medicinal herbs?"
Xie Lingyun's face was calm as he shook his head and said, "No news. I... just called them in to reminisce about the past."
Reminisce?
Is it necessary to have such a solemn expression when reminiscing about the past?
At this moment, someone came in to report. Jiang Qingyue felt anxious when she heard the voice, thinking that there was something important.
Just as he was about to walk away to avoid suspicion, he didn't expect Xie Lingyun to call someone in.
"Miss Jiang San."
The guard came in and saw Jiang Qingyue was there, so he quickly bowed.
Ever since Jiang Qingyue saved Zhao Cheng, Xie Lingyun's men have shown special respect for Jiang Qingyue.
Jiang Qingyue nodded and was about to leave, but the guard just came in and said hello, then left without saying anything.
Thinking about what Xie Lingyun had just said about "reminiscing about the past", Jiang Qingyue suddenly realized.
"Did you do this on purpose for them to see?"
Xie Lingyun stood up and walked slowly towards her.
"They've been outside the city for over half a month. Now several of them have contracted the plague, and one of them is missing. Do you think these people aren't worried?"
Jiang Qingyue moved her red lips under her veil, but said nothing.
Why should a woman like her interfere in the affairs of the court?
"General."
Someone else came outside the curtain. Jiang Qingyue was about to leave, but Xie Lingyun had already told the people outside to leave.
Not acting anymore?
Jiang Qingyue was confused and when she turned around, she happened to meet Xie Lingyun's black eyes.
Xie Lingyun's eyes stopped at her clothes and he suddenly frowned.
She has been wearing this dress for two days. Although it doesn't look dirty, it is made of high-quality material.
The high-quality material is precious and will wrinkle after a day of care. Other young ladies from official families are extremely careful, but she is willing to kneel on the ground to save someone's life.
The dress Jiang Qingyue was wearing now was wrinkled and looked very ugly. She didn't look like a lady from an official family at all.
"Don't you have any other clothes?"
Jiang Qingyue looked down and saw that her clothes were already wrinkled badly.
"The people don't even have clothes to cover themselves, and it's not easy for me to change into new clothes every day."
She touched the wrinkles with her hands and said, "As long as it's wearable, I'm not picky."
Seeing Xie Lingyun frown again, there was a look of displeasure between his brows.
Jiang Qingyue also frowned.
What does this mean?
Dislike her?
She is treating the refugees here and is almost starving, so how can she care about dressing up?
But Xie Lingyun didn't want to quickly get food for the people, but even had the nerve to point fingers at her dress?
I'm so bored that I'm bored.
Thinking of this, she became even angrier.
"Why, am I bothering my cousin, the prince?"
Xie Lingyun raised his eyes, his gaze slightly gloomy.
That's not what he meant.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Qingyue turned around and left. Xie Lingyun subconsciously wanted to keep her, but when he stretched out his hand, he could only grab a few strands of her hair.
In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the day at the Moon Exploration Pavilion.
When he came to his senses, Jiang Qingyue was no longer in sight, and the curtain was swaying gently.
She's gone.
This woman's temper is simply inexplicable.
Jiang Qingyue returned to her tent, fiddled with it for a while, and finally took the silver needle, avoided the foreigners, and took the jade flute to the carriage where the foreigner was imprisoned.
It’s said to be imprisoned, but in fact it’s more like being abandoned there.
Ever since Jiang Qingyue gave him an acupuncture injection, he was not only unable to move, but he couldn't even speak.
He was like a living dead, unable even to seek death.
Jiang Qingyue told Yuxiao to guard outside while she lifted the curtain of the carriage. Suddenly, a familiar fishy stench hit her nose.
This is the smell that permeates the medical tent, the smell of patients suffering from plague, with rashes, sores and ulcers on their bodies.
In just two days, he tortured people into this state...
Jiang Qingyue was a little surprised. This epidemic was more contagious than the one in the past few days.
When the foreigner saw her, he immediately opened his mouth to ask for help, but he was now a seriously ill patient and it was difficult for him to speak, let alone beg for mercy.
She opened the tinder, lit the candle next to it, and then took a silver needle and quickly passed it over the outer candle flame to disinfect it.
"I forgot to ask your name last time, but it doesn't matter. You are my drug slave now, so why not, I will call you Anu."
It was still the same cold tone, but compared to usual, this tone was so cold that it made people's scalps tingle.
"Anu, we drank the broth yesterday, but we forgot about you. I'm so sorry. But it's okay. I'll give you two injections, and you won't feel hungry anymore."
After saying that, Jiang Qingyue quickly inserted the silver needle into his acupoint. Suddenly, Anu's eyes were bloodshot from the pain, but he couldn't struggle at all.
Looking at his painful expression, Jiang Qingyue looked numb.
"That's just the beginning. I was in much more pain than you were back then."
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