Since the outbreak of the Wusha Plague, Xiao Ci has been working as an errand in the Wucheng Station every day, which has also made his brothers in the Wucheng Station so miserable that they lost their teeth.
Even though Lao He was laughing at Xiao Ci for wearing a sachet meant for women, he still felt extremely sore in his heart. His wife would not bring you food or make any sachet for him.
Occasionally, when he came home, he couldn't help but say a few words. His daughter-in-law also said: "She is a princess, and she has a lot of free time. When did you let me become a princess? I can also bring you meals and make sachets for you."
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Lao He didn't get his reincarnation right, and he has worked so hard all his life, so he can't sit in the position of a prince and let his daughter-in-law become a princess.
So no matter how sarcastic he was, he didn't dare to talk to his wife.
Since the outbreak of Wusha Plague, for half a month they have only been able to control the situation so that those who were not infected with the plague would not be easily infected, but those who were infected still could not be cured.
Bodies in the isolated epidemic areas are taken out and burned every day.
People infected with the plague were locked up inside, but there was still hope at first, hoping that one day they could get out.
But as time went by, seeing those corpses being mercilessly carried away for incineration, even if there was any hope, it was gone.
The rest are just eking out a living, living as long as they can.
The imperial doctor at the Imperial Hospital was so exhausted that after half a month, the results were only so little, and he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
After Song Qinghuan sent those sachets away, he slept for two days before he recovered.
But he was much more concerned about the plague outside.
Xiao Jingtong had recovered from his illness. He wanted to go out every day, but was blocked by Chunlan Qiulan. There was a lot of noise in the Hanli courtyard every day, and Song Qinghuan didn't bother to pay attention to it.
Princess Rouzhen delivered a letter from the palace, saying that two young eunuchs in the palace were also infected with the plague. They were secretly executed and incinerated for fear of causing panic.
Song Qinghuan didn't ask her where she got the information from, and then asked the people in the sewing room to make a few sachets, fill them with medicinal materials and let them enter the palace.
Since I had nothing to say to Rouzhen, I wrote directly in the letter: I don’t know yet how effective it is, but I just want to have peace of mind.
Rouzhen received the sachet and when she saw such a sentence, she didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
This is too deceptive.
The plague did not continue to spread widely in the city of Kyoto, but 40% to 50% of the refugees outside the city died. Only 10% to 20% were spared, and the rest were able to live day by day.
Although Song Qinghuan did not leave the house every day, he also wanted to take a look at the epidemic area, but Tu Xue persuaded him to stop, and then asked Liujian to find a way to collect all the symptoms written by the imperial doctors to the epidemic area and take a closer look.
Xiao Ci was not at home, so she felt much freer. Sometimes she would wake up late after watching dinner late, and she would always miss the time to deliver food. Liu Jian also remembered it.
I thought that the plague was under control and that good medicine would be available to cure it in a few days, but I didn't expect that before the plague was over, something happened on the Song family's side.
It was still dark that day, so people from the Song family hurried to Prince Rui's Mansion to report the news.
As soon as the concierge's light came on, it continued to light up all the way to the viewing room.
Texue hurriedly put on her clothes and got up, then woke up Song Qinghuan who had just fallen asleep.
"Princess, a message came from the Marquis Mansion saying that the old lady is dying."
Song Qinghuan was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. When he heard this, the altar suddenly cleared and he sat up suddenly. The drowsiness he felt was completely gone.
"What's going on? Why did it suddenly stop working?"
Texue shook her head and said, "I didn't tell you who was coming. I just asked the princess to go back to the house quickly."
This is the last time we meet.
Song Qinghuan was also panicking at this moment. When Song Youyu left, Mrs. Song was still fine. Now she said she couldn't do it. Maybe it was related to the plague.
Thinking like this, he stood up in a flash.
Then he quickly ordered: "Let Liujian quickly send a message to the prince. If he is free, it would be best. If he is not free..."
Song Qinghuan paused for a moment and then justified himself by saying, "I'm afraid grandma can forgive me."
Texue didn't answer, he just turned around and asked Liujian to report the news.
Then he found some plain clothes for Song Qinghuan to put on, then tied her hair into a simple bun with two silver hairpins, and then accompanied her to Goldfish Alley.
The lights outside the gate of Qibei Houfu are brightly lit, except for the big red lantern hanging on the gate that has not been taken down.
Song Qinghuan's carriage entered the second gate along the side road, got off the carriage and ran straight to Mrs. Song's yard.
The courtyard was quiet, the lights were brightly lit, and there was still the familiar scent of sandalwood.
As soon as Song Qinghuan stepped into the courtyard gate, he was led by the little maid to the old lady's inner room.
This was the first time she entered Mrs. Song's inner room. After a casual sweep, she found that everything was extremely empty. There was not even a decent furnishing in the room.
In front of the bed was a screen with embroidered scriptures on all sides. Xiao Yun and Song Qingyan were kneeling outside the screen, but Song Wende went inside.
Song Wende usually didn't care much about Mrs. Song, but now that his wife was dying, he felt extremely reluctant to leave her. He cried so hard that he knelt in front of the bed and kowtowed.
Old Mrs. Song had already put on her shroud, her hair was neatly styled, and there was only a simple jade hairpin on her gray hair bun. She was sitting on a large pillow with thousands of characters on it, her face was rosy.
His mind is clear, as if he is reflecting back on himself.
Seeing Song Wende crying like a man, he ignored him. When he heard the sound, he turned his head and asked Aunt Kong: "But Qing Huan is here."
Aunt Kong responded: "It's the big girl who's here."
Old Mrs. Song deserved it, and then she glanced at Song Wende again, and said with disdain: "I'm not dead yet, and you're crying like this. How can the head of the family not be the same?"
After saying that, he waved his hand again: "You go and wait outside, I want to see Qing Huan."
In the past, he thought this old mother was very strange, but now Song Wende didn't complain at all.
With a shout of approval, he retreated outside the screen.
Song Qinghuan was a little surprised when her name was called. She didn't get along with Mrs. Song very often, and even when she came here to copy scriptures in the past, she was rarely seen.
With her eyelids twitching and her heart filled with uneasiness, Song Qinghuan took a deep breath and then walked around the screen towards Mrs. Song.
The curtain in front of the bed was hung with gold hooks, and Mrs. Song's appearance could be seen at a glance.
There was a smile on his face, his eyes were bright, and there was no rash visible wherever the naked eye went. Even when he was so close, there was no peculiar smell.
Although Song Qinghuan had never seen what a person actually infected by the epidemic looked like, she could tell at a glance that Mrs. Song was not affected by the epidemic.
The stone in my heart was finally put down, but in an instant, Mrs. Song was so shocked that she called her "silly girl" again.
Ever since Song Qinghuan became the girl of Qi Beihou Mansion, no one has called her "silly girl" again, and no one knows about her.
