"Build a house? Here?"
Xiao Yuchan looked a little stunned.
But Lin Wanjie was not just talking.
Go out of the world, find a quiet place, bring one or two wives and concubines, and two pairs of children, collect dew in the morning, meet the sun at noon, listen to the wind at dusk, it is simple, pure and quiet.
That's enough.
Now it's just a bit more monotonous, and the family has become just one person.
But it’s not bad to be able to stay in front of Yu Jiaoer’s grave and wait for her every day.
Lin Wanjie is tired. Now he is free. What kind of life he leads and where he lives depends on his heart.
Looking at Xiao Yuchan, Lin Wanjie didn't respond. He returned to the village to get knives, axes and other items, and started cutting wood to build a house.
"Lin Da, are you serious?"
"Lin Da, are you kidding? The Xiao family still needs you."
"How can you do it alone in the mountains?"
"Lin Wanjie, please say something!"
Xiao Yuchan became anxious and snatched his axe.
Lin Wanjie stopped, his eyes resting on Xiao Yuchan.
Although she was watching, the eldest lady felt that everything had changed.
Lin Da saw that he was no longer as favored as before, and his dim eyes were like a pool of mud, confused and unable to wake up.
Xiao Yuchan knew that Sanniang's death had a great impact on Lin Da.
But when he saw Lin Da's chaotic eyes, he felt a sense of dissatisfaction in his heart.
People cannot be resurrected. Adding sorrow to yourself is no different. When you hurt yourself, you are also hurting those who care about you.
Lin Da can feel sad for Yu Jiaoer, but why should he spend his whole life fighting for her?
But……
Xiao Yuchan didn't dare to say that she liked Lin Da, but she was also afraid of Lin Da. Seeing Lin Da reaching out, she reluctantly but helplessly handed the ax back.
A pause.
Lin Wanjie held the ax again, but he no longer had the strength to swing it.
I thought I could control my emotions and be calm and calm like a man.
I am also telling myself in my heart that as a time traveler, I should understand that when I was born in ancient times, I should adapt to the separation of life and death.
But,
Lin Wanjie couldn't do it after all, but his heart was still warm.
I can't resist the sad emotions.
Seeing Lin Wanjie sinking into sadness, with his tall body in the mountain forest like a boulder cracked by wind and frost, Xiao Yuchan felt soft in her heart.
"Lin Da, can I stay with you?"
Lin Wanjie was about to refuse, but then he thought about it and nodded: "You can leave after the plague is lifted. Before that, just stay."
Xiao Yuchan was happy.
"Well, you teach me how to build a house."
"..."
Hangzhou City, western suburbs.
Half of the three-day period has passed.
Lin Wanjie has not returned yet.
Prince Jing looked at the sunny sky and shouted in a deep voice: "Light the fire!"
The fire in the western suburbs is ignited again.
The fire shot into the sky and could be clearly seen ten miles away.
"We must catch up!"
Lu Wan'er looked at the fire rising into the sky in front of her, biting her lower lip with her silver teeth, her Qing Gong had reached its peak.
This is the hope that the third lady bought with her life!
The people of Hangzhou deserve a better outcome.
Damn this dog prince, if this fire continues, I don’t know how many more people will die?
But nothing can be changed anymore.
I just hope that Mrs. Xiao and everyone in the Xiao family will be safe.
The fire in the western suburbs is getting bigger and bigger, covering the sky and the sun, and there is a strange smell in the air.
The surrounding temperature increased, which made the eldest lady, who was already suffering from a high fever, even more uncomfortable.
Three days later, the eldest lady was worried about Lin Da, Yu Jiaoer, and her daughter.
Although there is a relatively stable open space to live in the military camp in the western suburbs, he is worried all day long, and there are moans and groans from all sides.
In such an environment, even good people become sick.
"Madam, you have to hold on, Brother Lin, Brother Lin, she will definitely come back." The maid Xiaocui was sick, and she was crying with a pale face.
"Are you still waiting for him? He would have come back earlier if he could! I think he has either died of illness or taken your master away. How can he care about us?"
Xiaolian was indignant and complained.
The eldest lady was seriously ill and unconscious, and in a daze she reached out and grabbed the corner of Xiaolian's clothes.
"Madam, you are so sick and yet you still don't forget to favor Lin Da."
More than a dozen patients came from the Xiao family. After three days, seven people had died.
The remaining people were sitting scattered and confused, with varying degrees of illness.
The people of Hangzhou were not surprised by Lin Wanjie's disappearance.
On the contrary, it would be a bigger surprise if Lin Wanjie came back.
"Your Majesty."
A soldier came to report.
Prince Jing and the prefect were resting in the tent of the military camp.
Even with Prince Jing's physique, he was unable to recover.
The prefect was already exhausted.
Hearing the sound, the two stood up one after another. Prince Jing took a deep breath to cheer up.
The prefect rubbed his temples and couldn't open his eyes.
"How is the situation in Hangzhou?"
"Reporting to your lord, the number of patients in Hangzhou has decreased significantly."
"Finally reduced..."
"Who knows whether it is a real decrease or a false decrease?"
There is a hint in the prefect's words.
The prefect disagreed with the prince's behavior from beginning to end.
All the patients in Hangzhou were taken outside the city, and thousands of people were killed in the past few days.
No matter how many patients there are, we can't help but catch them like this, and the number of patients in the city will naturally decrease.
Prince Jing glared at the prefect.
When Xu Hua, the prefect, learned that the fire pit had started again and that the fire was raging outside, he felt depressed and no longer polite.
"I wonder if the prince has heard of it?"
"What do you want to say?"
"Some soldiers were also infected with malaria, but because they were worried about being killed, they deliberately concealed their illness or became deserters. Does the prince know these things?"
"It's all rumors!"
"If this is a rumor, what about the resentment among the people in the city? Even though the prince's actions are for the people, the people are ill and do not understand what the prince has done."
Prince Jing pondered.
A lot has happened in recent days, and the landscape of Hangzhou has changed a lot.
People's dissatisfaction piled up in the city, and everything was in chaos.
I dare not look at what it looks like.
But now that things have come to this, is there any way to turn back?
"Burn! Keep burning!"
Prince Jing's eyes were firm, even if all the people in Hangzhou were burned, the plague would still be suppressed.
Half an hour later.
The fire continues.
When Lu Waner arrived in Hangzhou City, she was stunned when she saw the large and small fire pits in the western suburbs.
The previous meeting had made her see the evil of the White Lotus Sect.
Unexpectedly, the imperial court was more terrifying than the White Lotus Sect.
The people suffered under the imperial court, but they still suffered under the White Lotus Sect.
From this point of view, is it true that the people of the world cannot be saved?
When Lu Waner stopped in the western suburbs, several soldiers noticed her.
"Hey, who are you?"
"The Saint of the White Lotus Sect."
"Bai...lian...teaching!"
Several soldiers were nervous for a moment and were about to step forward to arrest him.
But Lu Waner shouted loudly: "I have a cure for malaria!"
There is a cure for malaria!
Lu Wan'er's voice carried true energy, which was carried into the wind and spread far into the military camp.
reached the ears of all patients.
It also reached the ears of Prince Jing.
For a moment, the entire military camp was in chaos.
The listless patient stood up and looked outside.
If someone else says there is a cure, no one may believe it.
But this is a demon from the White Lotus Sect, so things are a little more subtle.
When Prince Jing arrived in front of the military camp, he recognized Lu Wan'er at a glance and his pupils shrank:
"Witch, do you still dare to come back?"
