Dream Chunlou.

The wind and rain stop.

The strong and tall man pulled away.

The door of the house is pushed open.

The close-fitting maid Xiaoqing tiptoed in.

"Oh! It's the smell again."

Xiaoqing wrinkled her little nose, and there was still an indescribable smell in the air, which made people fascinated by the smell.

The bed tent on the couch is half open.

Her lady was lying on the couch, her eyes closed slightly, and was still immersed in the pleasure brought by the storm, not even a finger wanted to move.

Under the bed.

The interior of long clothes was thrown on the ground in a mess.

Some were even torn into strips of cloth, indicating the tragic situation of the war at that time.

"Every time Mr. Fang comes, he makes such a mess."

Xiaoqing muttered, walked to the edge of the couch, bent down, and packed up her clothes scattered on the ground.

Completed.

Xiaoqing pushed her own girl.

"Miss, Miss, wake up?"

Miss Shishi slowly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes were misty, and her bookish face was full of remnants of spring.

"Xiaoqing...when is it now?"

Shishi asked lazily, her voice hoarse.

"It's almost two hours."

Xiaoqing bulged her cheeks and said dissatisfiedly: "Young Master Fang is really, how can you bear it after all this time?"

Shishi's cheeks flushed and she whispered: "This time, no wonder he..."

Said this.

She felt a little regretful.

If it weren't for the provocation before Fang Ying was the first to show his power?

"Miss, are you still protecting him?"

Xiaoqing said angrily: "Fang Erlang is a martial artist, and in the past year, I don't know what method I have used. His figure has become more and more symmetrical. I just look at the muscle lines and feel frightened. How can you bear it..."

Listening to the thoughts of the close maid.

The corners of the courtesan's mouth curled up slightly.

How could a personal maid understand the wonderful things without going through human affairs? Some things are more and more tired, and the more you feel, the more you feel tired, and it will be over and over again, and you will never be tired of this.

"Xiaoqing, tell my mother that I will not come forward any more recently and will have to rest for a while."

Xiaoqing raised her head and asked in surprise: "Why? The Yingchun Tower opposite is suddenly emerging, let's point to your pillar."

"Just do what I said."

Shishi didn't explain and looked at Xiaoqing: "You don't go out too, let us sisters lie dormant for a while, and we don't see guests."

Xiao Qingxin was confused, but nodded obediently: "Yes, Miss."

Shishi struggled to hold up.

He glanced at the messy bed, remembered the madness just now, and said with a blushing face:

"Xiaoqing, replace the mattress."

"OK."

Xiaoqing agreed, turned her head, reached out and was about to pull off the mattress, but suddenly she opened her eyes wide, her eyes full of shock.

"Miss, what have you all done? Why is this bedding...just like it is fished out of the water?"

"Xiaoqing!"

The courtesan lady was angry and blushed, saying, "Where do you want to change it, so how can you talk so much nonsense?"

...

One day later.

A thunder sounded from Chang'an City.

The court issued an announcement that a plague broke out in Guannei Road and Henan Road and it had spread rapidly. According to official statistics, more than a thousand people have died due to this...

In an instant.

Chang'an is in turmoil and people are in panic.

The fear of the plague caused the prosperous Chang'an to fall into chaos. Everyone was afraid of the enemy. Some people kept packing their luggage and going out to take refuge.

There is no other reason.

Both roads are located in Gyeonggi Province.

If the plague spreads, how many people would have to die in such a dense capital in Chang'an?

...

Zhen'anfang.

Senior high school and Jia Wu were wearing imperial uniforms and knives with their waists and hips, walking on the streets.

One Hundred and Eight Squares in Chang'an.

The west side of the imperial city starts from the First Street, from the north to the south is Zhen'anfang. In the years that followed, Wu Zetian arrived at the dynasty and was renamed "Xiudefang".

At this time, Zhen'anfang.

It is a short distance from the imperial city, and the carriages and horses are actually a complex meeting.

But today.

The atmosphere on the street is completely different.

Everyone came and went in a hurry. Although the shops on the street were open, no pedestrians were seen entering, and the shopkeepers were also absent-minded.

"Damn it! It's all caused by the plague."

Jia Wu looked at the scene in front of him and cursed in a low voice: "The enemy's sores are coming in a fierce manner. I'm afraid that Chang'an City will not be able to escape this time."

After a moment of silence in the senior year of high school, he said coldly:

"I heard that the court has sent General Niu to lead a large army to surround the two roads and prevent the plague from spreading to the capital."

"Defense? It's difficult!"

Jia Wu sighed: "The plague is as fierce as a tiger, seamlessly entering, and perforated, how can the Tang Dynasty iron armor be protected?"

The two were talking.

But I suddenly remembered the sound of gongs and drums ahead.

The passers-by were all shocked and rushed forward one after another.

"What's going on?"

Jia Wu frowned and said, "The plague is coming, and someone is beating drums and drums in the market? Who has this leisure time?"

Gao San looked cold and said a few words: "Go, go and have a look."

The two walked forward quickly.

I saw that the crowd gradually became dense, all surrounded by a group of people. People kept kneeling down, clasping their hands together, holding their heads high, and keeping their words.

Crowd center.

Eight red robes surrounded the robe, like stars surround the moon, sitting cross-legged.

The one among them.

He is a handsome monk with his eyes closed and chanted scriptures in his mouth, with a serious expression and a sad expression.

"Clang, Clang, Clang..."

The wooden fish was knocking rhythmically.

The monk, holding the hand of the Zen stick, was wrapped in white cloth for some reason. Looking closely, it seemed that two fingers were missing.

Looking at this scene.

Senior year and Jia Wu looked gloomy.
Chapter completed!