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Chapter 317: Bloodletting to save lives!

The inspiring shouts went straight up with the wind, hovering over the Sheriff's Mansion and lingering for a long time.

Ling Xiyue returned to the medicine shed, took off her black cloak, and handed it to Ying Yi.

"My lord, there is news from Shenji Pavilion." Yingyi took the cloak and held it.

Ling Xiyue rubbed her brows and said, "Let's put the matter over there aside for the time being. Let's deal with Xiling Mo Qian later."

"Xiling Mo Qian has always been ruthless in his actions. He can really do such a thing as burning the city." Ma Long followed closely and said with a serious face, "In the last battle in Liaozhou, he directly buried 50,000 enemy soldiers alive.

No one is left alive, and this time, he doesn't look like he is bluffing."

Ling Xiyue nodded, "No matter what, we must not let him enter the city."

Burning the city is the stupidest way to cure the plague!

Ling Xiyue glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a hundred pairs of decoctions neatly placed on the wooden table. Her eyes flashed and she looked at Ma Long, "You also go to the city gate and watch carefully, Xiling Mo

Qian has a cunning mind, so we must prevent him from making a sneak attack."

Three days, it's just a pretense.

"Yes" Malone didn't notice anything else and was ordered to leave.

After Ma Long left, Ling Xiyue tilted her head and gave Ying Yi a look. After Ying Yi hesitated for a moment, she slowly went to guard the door.

Ling Xiyue walked to the wooden table and made a small cut in her palm with a razor blade.

One drop, two drops...

One by one, she dripped her own blood into a hundred doses of medicine.

If courtiers like Ma Long saw this situation, wouldn't it turn the world upside down?

The bright red color, like a maple leaf, slipped from the girl's fingertips and submerged into the bowls of soup. It spread out shallow ripples and then completely blended into it. Nothing was out of the ordinary, as if nothing had changed.

Ling Xiyue's face was pale, she didn't even frown, and her expression remained unchanged.

"Here." After briefly treating the wound, she called out.

Immediately a medical worker came in after hearing the sound, "Mother."

"Send these medicines to the most seriously ill patients and take them three times a day." Ling Xiyue's voice was calm and she continued the order as if nothing had happened.

"yes."

Bow your head respectfully.

Medical workers came in one after another and took away the medicinal soup on the table.

After the last medical worker exited, Ying Yi quickly walked in and asked in a nervous tone, "Sir, are you okay?"

Ling Xiyue glanced at the small wound on her palm, funny, "What can this little blood do? Don't be so nervous."

I smiled optimistically and thought of it as donating blood...

Otherwise, what else can be done?

Ke Yingyi doesn’t find it funny at all!

His already stern face was almost dripping with seriousness at this moment. He, who never spoke much, muttered, "Lord, you can't always rely on this method to save everyone. Two days a day."

It's okay, if it lasts for ten days and a half, how can you bear it?"

To put it bluntly, those people will die as soon as they die. It has nothing to do with him, but nothing will happen to the Lord!

During this period of time, the Lord was already working very hard, often working day and night, and his body was in a state of extreme fatigue. He was bleeding like this, and he was not making matters worse!

Coupled with the fact that Xiling Mo Qian is watching eagerly from outside, the current dangerous situation, if the Lord hurts his body like this again, if anything happens...

"When will you learn to preach?" Ling Xiyue smiled and looked at Ying Yi, who used to be as boring as a gourd.

Ying Yi pursed his lips and held back a sentence for a long time, "I am afraid, and I cannot explain it to the pavilion masters."

Ling Xiyue tore open a piece of white silk, slowly wrapped up the wound on her palm, and patted his chest, "Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion and know when to stop."

She is not such a stubborn person, nor does she have any pretentious feelings of devotion, sacrificing herself for others, and if something happens to her, no one in this city will survive. Xiling Mo Qian's words about burning the city are not a joke.

She won't let the small things cost her the big things.

But now, within the allowed range, only one person can be saved.

Even after Ling Xiyue said this, Yingyi couldn't say anything. He frowned and was silent for a while, then silently stepped aside.

The plague is rampant in Qingcheng, Huzhou, spreading at an unprecedented speed. It has already affected the minds of countless people in the three dynasties of the world. Now, the Tianlin Dynasty and the Longxiang Dynasty are facing off again, and the war is about to break out.

In an instant, news from all parties was flying all over the sky.

Forces from all sides are also ready to move, and a storm is coming.

Outside Qingcheng Pass, there is a ten-mile long pavilion, where the silent moon shines lightly like water.

The man was dressed in snow clothes and stood quietly in front of the pavilion covered with moonlight. His long black hair was spread around his waist. On the tower in the distance, dense flames were flying like long dragons, but the noise and silence around him were isolated.

You can hear the sound of falling leaves in the breeze.

"Miss Huangfu?"

Behind him, Su Bei's surprised voice sounded.

Nalan Xueyi's eyes were as cold as ice, looking into the distance without any fluctuation on his face.

Huangfu Qianyu was dressed in brocade clothes, which were as bright red as fire in the night, making her already beautiful complexion look even colder and arrogant, like a fairy under the moon, she was indeed a rare and stunning beauty.

Behind her were two men in black.

Su Bei looked at Huangfu Qianyu with a wary, unhappy and strange expression.

"Nalan Xueyi." Huangfu Qianyu held the Dragon Sword in his hand, walked behind him, and gave a faint smile.

As he spoke, he looked at the young man beside him and said casually, "Su Bei, long time no see."

Su Bei responded with "hehe" and his eyes wrinkled together.

Smiling but not smiling...

The man in front of the pavilion withdrew his eyes, his thick black eyelashes drooped, covering the ripples in his pupils, and returned to his usual indifference.

Huangfu Qianyu's heart tightened. Facing this man who seemed to be indifferent to everything, she always felt a little nervous. She didn't like his indifference, but he seemed to be able to see everything.

The penetrating eyes made people want to find a crack in the ground to hide.

This is one of the reasons why she rejects this engagement...

What she likes is a man like brother Mo Qian, who is gentle and elegant, like a spring breeze.

"Miss Huangfu is here, what are you doing?" The tone was tepid, but also showed the most basic respect.xdw8

Su Bei glanced sideways at Huangfu Qianyu and realized that this woman had indeed come to Zhongzhou.

According to him, this plague is probably closely related to her!

Huangfu Qianyu was very annoyed by Nalan Xueyi's cold and straightforward attitude.

But there was no way, she suppressed her anger and turned into a warm smile, "My entourage just reported that I saw Mr. Nalan in Qingcheng. I still didn't believe it, so I wanted to come and have a look in person, but I didn't expect it.

, it’s really you.”

Nalan Xueyi looked at her quietly, pursed her lips and said nothing.

"..." The scene was so quiet that even the sound of the breeze passing through the pavilion could be clearly heard.

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