"My aunt said that my uncle was thinking about his cousin Zhou Xia and wanted to see her one last time..." he said.
"When I went out, my aunt chased me out and begged me to send a message to my cousin Zhou Xia to come back."
A trace of sadness appeared on his face, he sniffed, held the tea bowl and drank.
Yang Ruoqing sighed softly.
"Sending a message? How could the Xiangyang Prince's Mansion be able to send it in?" she said.
"Even if we can use Zhang Liangyu and Xiaohou Ye to help deliver the letter, it will take a month at the earliest to send the letter and Zhou Xia to get back."
"Your uncle can't wait for a month. Besides, your cousin Zhou Xia is now the princess of Xuewu County, so she might not be willing to come back." She added.
Luo Fengtang raised his head and looked at Yang Ruoqing.
"Qing'er, I want to discuss something with you."
"What's the matter? Tell me."
"I want to go to the capital and find Zhou Xia. Whether she wants it or not, I will take her back to Zhoujia Village," he said.
"I still said that your uncle can't wait that long. You also said that he should be the one tonight." She said.
Luo Fengtang said: "My uncle has always loved his daughter Zhou Xia, and she is destined not to see the last of him."
"She will definitely not be able to keep up with the first seven funerals and vigils."
"But no matter what, because of the kindness of this birth, I will drag her back to kowtow in front of my uncle's grave!"
"But..." As soon as she started, he interrupted her.
"This is my thought, and it should be my uncle's only thought at the end of his life."
"Qing'er, I know what you want to say. In fact, my uncle was pretty good to me in the past."
"I remember going to his house when I was a kid. There were no bullock carts at that time, let alone horse-drawn carriages."
"My uncle carries a basket, putting things in it and loading me in it at the same time."
"Whenever I pass by the town, I'll buy me a steamed bun."
"Later, my aunt didn't want to move around anymore. One day, my uncle came back to work as a helper for a family in Yujia Village, and secretly gave me three pennies to buy candies..."
"Okay, Tang Yazi, please stop talking," Yang Ruoqing suddenly raised her hand, interrupting Luo Fengtang.
"If you want to go to the capital, I won't stop you. I'll go with you," she said.
"What?" Luo Fengtang opened his eyes wide.
"It's better that I go by myself. I'll ride one horse at a time. The horse king can run very fast, so you can stay home." He said.
Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly, "Look at this, I have to go to the capital in person this time."
She handed the letter in her hand to Luo Fengtang, then walked back to the bed and sat down.
While her fingers were tapping the edge of the bed, Luo Fengtang quickly read the contents of the letter.
This time, he was surprised.
"What's going on here? Our ingredients have been carefully selected. There's no way a customer could get food poisoning." He said with great certainty.
Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Of course I trust our own food, from the purchase of ingredients, to the chef cooking, to the waiters who serve the food to the table."
"Everything is done by choosing trustworthy confidants. There will be no traps," she said.
"However, Yun Niang made it very clear in her letter that some customers were foaming at the mouth and trembling all over in public just because they had a meal at our brothel."
"This is irrefutable evidence, so the government temporarily closed down our brothel and detained Sister Hua."
"If something like this happened, I, the boss, can't control it remotely even though I'm thousands of miles away, right?"
"So, I can't skip this trip to the capital!" she said.
Luo Fengtang frowned: "Sure, when will we leave for the capital?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "Of course the faster the better."
Luo Fengtang said: "We'll pack up today, and we'll leave early tomorrow morning..."
"Tomorrow morning, take me with you!"
A voice came from the door, and immediately, Mu Zichuan, wearing a green shirt, entered the house with rapid steps.
"Zichuan?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.
"You haven't even warmed up your butt since you returned to your hometown, so why are you here to join in the fun?" she asked.
Mu Zichuan said: "Just a quarter of an hour ago, I also received a letter from my mentor Zhang, who sent someone to deliver it at high speed."
"My mentor told me in the letter that there was a big mess in the capital," he said.
"Ah? What's going on?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.
Xin Dao: How come all this nonsense comes together?
Mu Zichuan said: "Qing'er, do you still remember what I mentioned to you yesterday, the people who died from a strange disease one after another in the first month and February?"
Yang Ruoqing nodded quickly: "Remember, remember."
Mu Zichuan said: "This letter from my mentor is mainly for this matter."
"My mentor said in the letter that this strange disease is getting worse and worse. Now, the proportion of people infected with the disease in the capital is rising again and again."
"Countless famous doctors have gathered in the capital, and even the imperial doctors from the Imperial Hospital have organized consultations, but they are still unable to do anything."
"hiss……"
Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath.
This season is the peak season for hand, foot and mouth disease.
Could it be this?
There are also bird flu, viruses, and so on. Oh my God, are there these diseases that seemed strange to the ancients in this era?
Beside him, Luo Fengtang also looked solemn.
"If we don't say anything, let's prepare separately and go to Beijing early tomorrow morning!" he said.
Since Mu Zichuan was also going, and he couldn't gallop like Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, he could only prepare a carriage.
If the carriage is prepared, Risong and Xiao Yaxue will naturally take it with them so that they can take care of each other.
…
Early the next morning, two carriages stopped on the roadside outside Yang Ruoqing's yard.
Luo Fengtang drove away the car in front, and Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Yaxue were sitting in the car.
The car behind was driven by Narisong, carrying Muzichuan.
The two carriages sped away in the dim light.
This time when I returned to the capital, I brought enough dry food to save time on replenishing supplies along the way.
Day and night, almost always driving.
All the way north, there was no wind day and night, and the horses changed several times along the way, and finally set a magical record of reaching the capital in ten days!
"Oh my God, is this really the base of the imperial city and the center of the capital? Why is it so desolate and deserted?"
The carriage entered the South Gate and looked at the sparse and hurried passers-by on Nanmen Street.
Seeing those half-open and half-closed shops again, Xiao Yaxue couldn't help but muttered.
Yang Ruoqing was also looking outside, feeling no different from Xiao Yaxue.
I remember the last few times I came to the capital, there was nothing to say about the bustling and lively scene.
There are all kinds of fun things to do on the street, which will keep you busy.
The screams of the vendors will make your eardrums hurt.
There are even many businessmen from other countries or envoys walking on the street.
And now?
Why!
Needless to say, it was deserted and depressed. There seemed to be an invisible layer of clouds hanging over the entire city, giving people a sense of breathless panic. (If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please go to m.)
