I and my wife wear Taoist robes [Rebirth]

Yu Qingyin froze on the spot for a long time before making a sound.

In fact, she dared not answer.

What confidence does she have that she can succeed in things that doctors can't do?

Still, she did her best to smile, her exposed eyebrows arched.

"Sister will save you, don't be afraid."

As soon as the words fell, Yu Qing turned around as if fleeing, and met Feng Qingyi who was a few steps away.

After all, this was the first time the two of them met.

Feng Qingyi only heard Ren Ying mention a few words about Yu Qingyin when she was in Prince Qi's mansion, and she only knew that this person was Ren Ying's savior, in this situation, meeting at such an inappropriate place is actually a bit weird.

However, thinking that this person might be able to save these people's lives, Feng Qingyi put away those extra thoughts and nodded towards Yu Qingyin first.

Not much, but already an attitude of respect.

Yu Qingyin's heart was full of mixed feelings, many things rushed towards her like a flood, and she couldn't stand still.

For a moment, she even thought of dying.

It was something she had never thought of before.

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Chapter 61

The deeper the winter, the lower the temperature, and the wind blows on the body and bones are cold.

The fire in the charcoal basin was blazing, and Han Zhuoying looked through the house's account books for this month by candlelight, but her eyes shifted to the door from time to time.

With an unconscious swipe, it was too late for Han Zhuoying to raise his hand. An ugly mark was drawn with a brush on the account book, blurring an important number.

Han Zhuoying frowned, panicked for no reason.

After a long time, Zhi Yuan, the personal servant, came in hurriedly from outside the house, her steps were heavy, her face was ugly, she seemed angry, she seemed sad.

The name Zhiyuan was given by Han Zhuoying, and it flies freely in the sky.

But she forgot one thing, the string of the paper kite is held in someone's hand, no matter how high you fly, once you pull it, it will still come down.

"Ma'am, don't wait."

Han Zhuoying leaned the pen on the inkstone and looked towards the kite, "What's the matter? The master has something important to do and will be back later?"

"There's nothing important! I'm back early!" Zhiyuan's voice was sharp and thin, piercing Han Zhuoying's brain with pain, "I was so drunk that I was helped back to my room by that little elf!"

Han Zhuoying stood up suddenly, did not move for a long time, finally sat back gently, and picked up the pen again.

"Ma'am! They are too much! There is nothing in this house that you—"

"Enough!" Han Zhuoying snorted softly, and turned her eyes back to the account book, "Zhiyuan, go out and close the door. I'll sleep after reading the account book."

Zhiyuan's eyes were red, her fists were clenched tightly, her breath was stuck in her chest and she couldn't get out no matter what.After standing for a while, Han Zhuoying had already fallen into a serious state, so she could only walk out with her hands and close the door from the outside.

Lin Xiumei's room was next door, and Zhi Yuan rushed to her door angrily, but there was already a blushing and heartbeating sound coming from inside.

Zhiyuan's already red eyes welled up with tears, and she squatted on the ground and began to sing softly: "May the emperor pay off those who care, and good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil..."

Zhiyuan hummed for several hours, but when it stopped, her voice was already hoarse, the candles in the room had been extinguished, and those voices disappeared.

Nothing seems to have happened.

Turning her head slightly, the candle in Han Zhuoying's room was still on. Zhiyuan wanted to tell her to rest, but thinking about how she could fall asleep, she simply gave up, got up staggeringly and left the courtyard.

In the room, Han Zhuoying's account book had been closed, but she was still holding the writing brush in her hand. The candlelight was reflected on her face and eyes, shining brightly.

She has no resentment, no grievance, no sadness, no emotion at all.

After a long time, she finally moved her eyeballs, pulled out a piece of paper from the table, spread it out, picked up the pen and wrote a large character.

--kill!

There is no signature, no signature, and it is impossible to tell who it is written to.

After finishing writing, Han Zhuoying opened the window and whistled softly, and a carrier pigeon took the paper and left quietly without anyone knowing.

***

"what happened?"

A few people gathered at the door of the hut, everyone had a look of panic on their faces, occasionally pushed each other, and occasionally had a few discussions.

"My lord, my lord?" Everyone heard Feng Qingyi's inquiry and hurriedly stood still, but the expressions on their faces were still full of panic, "My lord, the situation of the little girl in this room is getting worse today. The doctor just went in and stayed for a while. Son, I haven't come out for a long time. We just took a look at him, he vomited blood, lying on the ground motionless, and now, no one dares to go in."

The plague actually infected the doctor.

Feng Qingyi squinted her phoenix eyes, lifted her robe and tore off a piece of fabric to cover her mouth and nose, then raised her legs and went inside.

"My lord! Never!"

"This is contagious!"

"My lord! I can't go!"

"Let go."

Feng Qingyi's voice was not loud, and there were no ups and downs in her tone, but the fear in everyone's hearts suddenly came up, whether it was pulling or not.

"Still not letting go?"

Everyone let go of their hands collectively, looked at her worriedly, and decided to go in with her.