[Chapter 153 Chapter 153 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (30)]
The thin little girl looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. She carried a bamboo medicine basket on her back. Her clothes were tattered and there was dried blood on her arms and legs.
As she continued to prostrate herself and kowtow, some of the herbs in the bamboo basket spilled out.
Yan Qing got off the carriage and helped her up. Han Sheng, who noticed the situation here, also came over with his men.
"Ma'am, what happened?"
Yan Qing gently touched the little girl's head: "Tell me what happened, we are here, don't be afraid."
The little girl looked at the adults in official uniforms with sharp eyes and took a few breaths nervously.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, hello, beautiful lady." She bowed first, and then said in an orderly manner, "My name is Lian Qiao, I live in Tonggu Lane in the city, and my grandma is a midwife."
"A few days ago, grandma had a high fever and the medicine shop raised the price. I couldn't afford the herbs, so I thought of picking some herbs from the foggy mountain outside the city."
Tears gathered in her eyes, but she held back her tears before continuing, "It was Lianqiao's fault. I accidentally rolled down the slope and took until today to get down the mountain. I wanted to go back to see grandma, but was stopped outside the city and not allowed in."
Han Sheng glanced at the governor with a stern look: "Master Xie, do you have anything to say?"
The governor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "My Lord, the city gates are closed to prevent the disaster victims from fleeing and causing chaos in other towns. I have no choice but to do this."
"That's true. Thank you, Governor, for your hard work for the people."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Other officials echoed this.
There was a flash of amusement in Yan Qing's eyes. Leaving the city in search of a way out after a natural disaster was a sign of human nature: seeking benefits and avoiding harm.
These people insist on adopting blockade measures, which seems to have other intentions.
Han Sheng was not someone who could be easily fooled, but he did not yet understand what was happening in the city, so it was difficult for him to judge.
He just looked at Yan Qing and called softly, "Madam."
Yan Qing nodded tacitly and invited the little girl to ride along.
There is a round table in the center of the long-distance carriage. There is a secret compartment under the table, which contains some emergency medicines and dry food.
She took out some medicine, applied it to Lian Qiao's wound, then tore open a corner of her skirt to bandage her wound.
"Thank you, beautiful lady." The little girl said with red eyes.
Yan Qing stopped her from kneeling, sat beside her and held her in his arms: "Don't worry, your grandma will be fine."
"Yeah." Lian Qiao wiped her tears and cheered herself up.
When they were almost at Tonggu Lane, she withdrew her gaze from the window and looked at Yan Qing, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.
Yan Qing encouraged: "Xiao Lianqiao, do you have anything to say?"
She hesitated and tugged at the corner of her clothes that was torn by the branches, took a deep breath and said, "Beautiful sister, I actually suspect that grandma has an epidemic."
Yan Qing's expression changed, and he held her hand and asked, "Did Lian Qiao find anything?"
She nodded: "My neighbor uncle had the symptoms first, and grandma got it later. Before I left the city, many people in Tonggu Alley had high fever symptoms."
"I understand." Yan Qing patted her hands.
After taking the jade pendant from his waist and giving it to her, he sent her out of the car and watched her disappear into the alley with the medicine basket on her back.
Yan Qing took a large amount of supplies to the prefect's mansion first. Han Sheng and the prefect and others rode horses to inspect the city and returned a few hours later.
She told Han Sheng about Lian Qiao's guess, with worry in her eyes.
"I will secretly send someone to investigate." Han Sheng thought of the sparsely populated city today.
And at this time in Tonggu Lane.
Lian Qiao stood in front of the low and dilapidated courtyard, but saw that the gate was open.
"Grandma! I'm back!"
"Grandma!"
There was no sign of her relatives anywhere, and she burst into tears. She searched the small yard inside and out.
She didn't even bother to take off the bamboo basket on her back, and she even dropped a shoe when she ran out in a hurry.
"Uncle Yao? Aunt Lin?" She wanted to ask the neighbors about the situation of their grandmother, but found that the surrounding houses were empty.
The once bustling Tonggu Lane seems dead.
She remembered the jade pendant Yan Qing gave her, and took the thing out of the bamboo basket and held it in her hand.
Just as she was about to go to the prefect's mansion to ask someone to save her grandma, two men in police uniforms jumped out and held her down.
"She doesn't seem to be ill," one person said.
"The adults said that everyone here must be dragged away." Another person shouted angrily.
Lian Qiao, with her mouth covered, opened her eyes wide, and while struggling, the jade pendant in her hand fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
An Yi just found Tonggu Lane but saw no one around. He only saw the fragments of a jade pendant belonging to his master on the ground.
Yan Qing held the fragments in his hands, his eyes slightly cold: "Are you saying that the entire Tonggu Alley is empty?"
"Yes, there is not a single person in the entire slum area around here." An Yi replied with a fist salute.
"Okay, I understand. You go down first. The remaining task is to protect your husband's safety."
She brushed her sleeves and frowned slightly.
If those people sealed off the city to block the news, why make such a big fuss for fear that they were unaware of the spread of the epidemic in the city?
I remember that in the plot, Han Sheng died in a riot by disaster victims, but his disaster relief plan was well organized and the supplies were delivered in time.
The victims should have regarded him as their savior. How could they tear him to pieces and leave no trace of him?
Questions flashed through her mind as she stroked her painful temple.
"Madam, are you tired?" Han Shengyi came back after finishing his work. Seeing that she looked not well, he immediately stepped forward and helped her sit down.
The lady was already very tired from riding all the way, and she had to deal with the leader of Qinglong Village and join forces with him to fight bandits together, so she had not had a good rest for two days.
He also followed him to Pingnan.
His eyes were filled with heartache, and when he frowned, the wrinkles on his eyelids became deeper.
After letting Yan Qing sit down, he placed his bony fingers on both sides of her forehead and rubbed them gently.
Yan Qing leaned against him and asked quietly, "Is there any news about my husband?"
"It seems that the people from the prefectural government deliberately led my people there. We found an isolation area for the patients at the foot of Peacock Ridge, north of the city."
Han Sheng was completely open with her and would always ask for her advice when something happened.
She relaxed a little: "I heard that Governor Xie is from a branch of the Xie family, my husband must be very careful with him.
In ancient times, there were no medicines to combat epidemics. The simplest and most brutal method was to isolate the patients and then burn them all.
Those people might have originally planned to deal with it this way, but they did not expect that Han Sheng, the imperial envoy, could walk out of Panhu Mountain alive, so they gave up their original plan.
Do you want Han Sheng to be branded as the one who brutally burned and killed civilians?
If this was really the case, pushing him to the forefront, arousing public anger and causing him to die in the riots, it would make sense.
As the emperor's most beloved left prime minister, Chen Yanshu would certainly get to the bottom of the matter and use his other identity as a prefect to get close to the Xie family of Panyang.
Han Sheng's death would only be the best opportunity for him to be the first to strike the first sword at the aristocratic family.
Yan Qing looked at the man and could only sigh in his heart.
He, who is devoted to the country and the people, is nothing more than a tool used by those in power.
"Madam, why are you looking at me like that?" Han Sheng couldn't help but touch his face and looked back in confusion.
Yan Qing hooked her finger and motioned him to squat, whispering in his ear: "It's okay, I just want to kiss my husband."
The rising ending tone is really captivating.
The next second, she held the man's face and kissed him.
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