Chapter 27
Early the next morning.
A man came to the gate of the mansion, knocked on the door and insisted on seeing Yue Qingning no matter what.
After such a big fuss, she finally knew who it was, but it seemed that the two of them were really not destined to be together. Even though they were forced together by many parties, there was still no future for them.
Yue Qingning asked everyone to leave and walked to the door alone with his face covered.
Three feet away from the door, he saw her figure from there, banging on the door and almost tearing the seal.
"Don't touch that seal! It was ordered by His Majesty. If you damage it, I'm afraid you will be held responsible."
Cui Hu was holding the door on the other side and could only see her through a gap of less than two inches. As he listened to her words, his eyes couldn't help but become wet.
"What's the big deal even if you're fined? The epidemic is so dangerous, what can you do?"
Yue Qingning knew that he was very affectionate, but she didn't expect that he loved her so deeply. Even though he knew that she had contracted a fatal plague, he still came to see her, not afraid that he would be in danger too.
The lover in the book could not compare to him at all. Qingning was surprised and happy, but more of a disappointment.
In the current situation, she was afraid that they were no longer on the same path of life and death. If that was the case, why should she imprison his heart and force him to stay here?
"Third Young Master..."
When these three words sounded again, Cui Hu immediately understood what she meant.
She was going to give up on him...
"Young Master's love is so real that Qingning will never forget it for a moment, but things are beyond our control and destiny cannot be violated! Qingning, please forget the promise and never come again."
His words from the past were still ringing in her mind, and she sighed deeply. She seemed to still be able to feel his words, his heartbeat, and his chest that day, but she couldn't let such a man as him be heartbroken and worried about someone who would not live for more than seven days.
"Qingning..."
She interrupted him, "Third Young Master, you should also know that your identity must not be compromised. Qingning is just a woman and cannot bear such a crime!"
"If the young master really cares about Qingning, why not remember this plague and do your best to save the people of Beijing and Liangzhou from the dire situation? Qingning will also be grateful to the young master in heaven."
She didn't even care about her own life or death, but was only thinking about the people outside the door.
Cui Hu asked himself, all the men in his family were willing to sacrifice their lives for the country, but if he were trapped in Zhu at this moment, he would not be able to do the same as her.
The first time he saw her, he was indeed moved by her beauty. But now, listening to her words, through this door, he only felt that a bright spot in his life might appear, today, right before his eyes!
The righteousness in her heart is no less than that of men, which makes him admire her and unable to let go.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself down and tried again.
"The Dali Temple has sealed off the Luo family and is now searching for anyone who has had contact with them. I heard they've already found thirteen people with fevers, and the disease has already spread outside! Qingning, you don't have any symptoms yet. I can bring you out and find a dozen highly skilled doctors to help you!"
Yue Qingning couldn't help but chuckle, but she didn't mean to laugh at him.
The Imperial Hospital was researching diseases that had no cure, so what was the point of him recruiting more people? Even if she went out, she would only spread the plague on her body to a few more people.
If he were to be infected, she would probably hate herself to death.
At this point, she finally made up her mind and said to him with tears in her eyes.
"I understand the young master's good intentions. The imperial physician has been here, and Sister Teng is also treating us here. It might not be as good to go out and stay here. Besides, if we go out, we still have to be isolated in one place, so moving back and forth like this is not good."
She smiled softly and arched her brows to reassure him.
"How about this, we make an appointment for seven days. Isn't it almost Double Ninth Festival in seven days? Then we can go to the southern suburbs to pick chrysanthemums together, okay?"
Cui Hu leaned against the door and quickly agreed.
"Very good! His Majesty also said that he would hold an imperial banquet at Lotus Lake on the Double Ninth Festival. Didn't you miss the lotus scene last time because of me? We can go and see it together then, and we can also ask His Majesty to grant us a marriage!"
Hearing that he was still thinking about this marriage, Yue Qingning felt soft in her heart.
She thought there was no better man than him in the world. How precious was it to have a man who would not let go even in a critical moment?
If she could really survive this time, she would definitely want to spend the rest of her life with him.
"Okay, don't forget our seven-day agreement. Come back to see me after seven days! If you come every day, I won't dare to see you. After seven days... maybe I'll be fine now."
Only a soft response came from the other side of the wooden door, and it sounded unspeakably soft to her ears.
"Okay! Qingning, wait for me! I will definitely save you!"
Her eyes were moist, and the ice in her heart was melted by her hot tears. At this moment, she really wanted to hug him and say something to him one last time.
But nothing she said would stop him, nothing she said would make him rush to her regardless of everything.
The figure in front of the wooden door left, and Yue Qingning slowly squatted down, covering her face and crying for a long time.
Don’t say a word even if you have thousands of words to say. It’s hard to send someone a letter expressing your deep feelings.
She still couldn't be with the best man...
Return to the yard.
Sister Teng had already arrived and was taking Que Ming's pulse. Seeing that she was distracted, she pulled her aside and pressed her hand on her slender wrist.
“I didn’t expect Third Young Master Cui to come!”
She didn't know the reason, she just thought he came for that stunning sight. Qingning opened her mouth but couldn't say anything. There was no need to talk about their marriage now.
Once the seventh day is up, the engagement will be annulled. There is no need to let anyone know about it, so just let it end.
"How is Qingzhe? Is he still having a high fever?"
Teng Xieji changed hands and pressed her pulse with his other hand, speaking slowly.
"Qingzhe's high fever has been suppressed with medication, and he occasionally wakes up for a while. Because the room has been fumigated with medicine, the people serving him have not been infected, and my aunt is fine too."
Hearing this, Qingning's heart finally calmed down a little.
"Is there anyone else in the mansion infected?"
Teng Xieji sighed, "It's not surprising that the doctor who sutured Qingzhe's wound that day got infected after coming into contact with blood."
He got stained when he touched blood. He had also touched the blood of two people, but for some reason he still had no signs of dizziness or fainting.
When she said this, Teng Xieji also made a strange sound.
"I feel your pulse and it's slightly hot. Logically, someone as weak as you should develop symptoms faster than the average person. How come your pulse is only slightly hot now, and it's different from theirs?"
Seeing that she was confused for a moment, Yue Qingning told her the truth about what happened last night.
She had treated Que Ming's wound last night, and there was still no change after touching it again. Is there something different about her body and that of an ordinary person?
Teng Xieji was speechless when he heard this. He had just treated Que Ming's wound and felt his pulse. Que Ming was also a very strange person.
Although he was the first one to be injured, and his injury was more serious than Qingzhe's, his pulse was not as serious as Qingzhe's, and even more like an ordinary cold.
This one person's explanation could be due to different physiques, but both of them behaved differently from the first person, which made it worth exploring. There must be something consistent at work in both of them, something that only they possessed, but Qingzhe did not.
After telling her his guess, Qingning also tried hard to recall the same things he and Queming had done.
But the two of them have basically never lived together, so how can they talk about consensus?
Seeing that she couldn't think of it for a while, Teng Xieji patted her hand and comforted her.
"Think about it slowly. I've been able to suppress Qingzhe's symptoms somewhat, but you can't tell anyone about this. If someone with ill intentions gets to know about it, I'm afraid your life will be in danger!"
There are always some people in this world who cannot stand others being better than themselves, especially in the event of a major disaster, when human nature cannot withstand the test.
Yue Qingning naturally understood that there were many powerful people in the city. When there was no cure, many people no longer regarded themselves as human beings, let alone others as human beings.
The book once recorded: "Heaven is just beginning to recover, but there are many disasters and chaos. The people have no good words, and there is no punishment for the disaster."
There is also a book called Chinese that says that after a person gets sick but has no symptoms, people who are infected with the disease will rush to eat it in the hope of recovering.
If she told others about it, and the epidemic became serious in the future, who knows how many people would break down the Yue family's door.
This time, Sister Teng also gave them both a medicine. She ground equal amounts of frankincense, atractylodes, asarum, nard, ligusticum chuanxiong, and agarwood into powder, made them into pills as big as water chestnuts with jujube meat, and burned them in various places in the house.
The whole house was immersed in the aroma of medicine. She looked at the incense pills hanging under the eaves, but her thoughts drifted away.
At this time in her previous life, she was still painting and studying poetry in the house, not caring at all about what was happening outside.
Unexpectedly, in a place unknown to her, while she was enjoying poetry and painting, someone was struggling between life and death. She always boasted of being noble and noble, thinking that the world was too impetuous, but in fact she was putting herself on the pedestal, unaware of the suffering of the people.
Now it seems that she was so superficial and ridiculous back then. The spring flowers and autumn moons she sought were like the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror, just vague shadows.
She sighed deeply, it was a pity that she understood it too late. If she were to start over again, she wouldn't even be able to survive half a year, let alone how to seek welfare for the people of the world.
Yue Qingning walked around the locust tree in the yard again and again.
If she still had time, she would definitely travel all over the world and record the customs, people, and the rise and fall of all industries in the world.
The Great Sheng Dynasty was established for three hundred years, but for some unknown reason the records were interrupted ten years ago, and these ten years have not been made up to this day.
She had nothing but one hand that could wield a pen. Such records could leave valuable experience for future generations. When similar disasters happened again, at least they would not be at a loss.
As she thought about it, she felt her heart pounding, and her chest was beating hot with blood.
Suddenly, someone called at the door.
"Miss! Her Royal Highness the Princess has sent something and wants you to personally review it!"
She hurriedly stopped, but just this pause caused the blood to rush back to her head, almost drowning her five senses.
Black fog surged in front of her eyes like waves. Yue Qingning held on to the tree trunk and finally stood firm. Just as she stood firm, she felt a warm sensation under her nose. When she touched it, she found that she was bleeding from the nose.
In the end, she was just thinking too much. Time was ticking down on her, and it would be difficult for her to leave this yard...
Pulling out the handkerchief, Yue Qingning covered his nose to stop the bleeding, but the warmth was difficult to control and dyed the entire white handkerchief red, and blood was still pouring out.
Her hands, which were leaning against the tree trunk, were shaking slightly. She could hear the maidservant at the gate calling her, but she couldn't straighten her back at all.
"You...you go first, I'll wait..."
The words were weak and it seemed that the other party didn't hear them at all.
She anxiously asked the maid to leave quickly, and her hand loosened and the body fell down.
Time seemed to slow down. She looked at the ground that was getting closer and closer to her head, but now it suddenly became farther away.
There was a slight pull on her waist, and she was turned over.
The disgusting face of the god in front of her was staring straight at her. Yue Qingning covered her nose but couldn't stop the blood from flowing all over her face. Even the new clothes he had just changed were half stained by her.
After being picked up, Yue Qingning said weakly, "It's really... you had to see me at this time."
His voice seemed to come from the deep sea, sometimes far away and sometimes near.
"It's okay, Miss, I've seen more than I can bear."
How can this be considered comfort?
She was about to scold him when she felt not only her five senses but also her limbs gradually losing strength, as if she was falling into an abyss.
"Queming, I'm going to fall..."
He held her shoulders tightly and held her in his arms.
Without caring that his entire front was stained red with her blood, he leaned close to her ear, whispering so softly that it was almost touching her face.
"Don't be afraid! I'll always hold you! Don't be afraid."
This person...just trust him again!
Yue Qingning had no other choice, and the hand that was tightly gripping his collar gradually lost its strength.
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