Ahead, a black shadow slowly appeared under the night.
The sound of slight footsteps was like thunder on the ground in the quiet Qifengfang, which was very loud.
Ye Qing subconsciously clenched his fists and bent his body slightly, assuming a defensive posture.
Clang!
The sharp sword was unsheathed, and the three-foot green blade was held in Mo Wanqing's hand.
She turned her wrist, and the sword turned the bright moonlight into a sharp sword light, which shone on the face of the visitor.
The black shadow immediately stopped and turned its head to avoid the dazzling sword light.
A familiar voice entered Ye Qing's ears.
"Qing Xiaolang, I promised that day that I would have time to eat your hot noodle soup. Why haven't I seen you these days?"
The bad guy Zhang Shuo, who is usually in charge of the opening and closing of Pinglefang, has a joking smile on his face.
Ye Qing frowned and said, "Zhang Bao, of course you know why."
"Don't waste words, take action and ask your colleagues to come out and join us."
Looking at Ye Qing who had changed from his usual gentle and fawning demeanor, Zhang Shuo sighed and said:
"Qing Xiaolang, I haven't seen you for a few days, why do you seem to be a completely different person?"
"I'm still the same lovable young man selling hot noodle soup as before."
When he said these words.
Ye Qing suddenly realized that Zhang Shuo had been staring at Mo Wanqing's fiery red cloak, and he was standing five feet away, not daring to get any closer.
His heart moved, and he said aloud: "Miss Mo, let's go, they don't dare to take action."
Zhang Shuo, who was far away, looked a little ugly when he heard this, but he still stood there and remained silent.
But Mo Wanqing remained indifferent, her eyes still looking warily into the darkness around her.
Seeing this, Zhang Shuo had no choice but to shout: "Brothers, please come out."
Four figures emerged from the narrow and dark alleys around them and walked to both sides of the main street.
Ye Qing remembered clearly that among the four people, two were the delinquents he saw on the streets tonight.
It suddenly became clear in my heart that they had been followed a long time ago, but they didn't notice it.
It’s no wonder that bad people are called the most powerful beings in spying on information from God’s bright side.
Everyone came out, Mo Wan Qingping raised her sharp sword, and her fiery red cloak suddenly opened, matching her tall body, completely covering Ye Qing's figure.
One of them bowed respectfully towards Mo Wanqing, cupping his fists and saying:
"Girl, no offense intended, please do it a favor and give us the person behind you. My master will definitely give you a generous gift."
Mo Wanqing ignored this person and just said coldly: "Get lost."
The expressions of the five bad guys suddenly became as gloomy as water, but they did not dare to make the slightest move.
The next moment, under the fiery red cloak, the slender legs wrapped in green clothes took a step forward.
The five bad guys immediately took two steps back, and even took out their sticks from their waists, fearfully guarding against Mo Wanqing's attack.
What greeted them was the disdain and ridicule in Jianshui's eyes.
Gudong!
Seeing this domineering scene, Ye Qing swallowed his saliva and secretly spoke.
"lead the way!"
Mo Wanqing said two short words again.
Ye Qing, whose legs were spinning, hurriedly led the way.
The bad guy blocking his path immediately moved out of the way when he saw the fiery red figure approaching, and continued to maintain a distance of at least five feet.
I saw the two of them disappearing into the alley, their figures invisible.
Zhang Shuo and the five people gathered together, looking embarrassed.
"Do you want to tell the captain about this?"
"We acted without authorization. If we tell the captain, we will inevitably be punished."
"What should we do now?"
"Tell the truth to avoid anything detrimental to the Captain happening later."
The five people looked at each other and sighed.
The next moment, Zhang Shuo frowned and asked:
"What is this woman's background?"
The others also spoke one after another:
"I don't know. The order from the government office was given by the magistrate. I asked about the order from the Yangzhou Guard and said it was the order given by General Zhenwei."
"Hiss, what is the order from General Zhenwei? This woman's background is really terrifying, and it is not something our master can mess with."
"By the way, I just heard Ye Qing call that woman Miss Mo."
"Surname Mo?"
Two people trembled all over, with only boundless fear in their eyes.
One of them hurriedly said: "According to what I said before, the two of you stay and keep watching. Don't be discovered."
"The three of us quickly report to the captain."
Zhang Shuo and the other three also discovered something was wrong with their colleagues, stopped talking nonsense, and left quickly.
This way.
Ye Qing and the two were walking in the dark alleys.
Mo Wanqing was holding a sharp sword, and her frowning brow relaxed at this moment, and she said with some surprise: "This place is quite clean."
"This place is close to my home. I usually sweep it. If someone dumps dirt, I will clean it up in time." Ye Qing looked at Mo Wanqing gently, with gratitude in his eyes: "Huaiyang has a lot of humidity, so these Things need to be dealt with in a timely manner, which can reduce the occurrence of many diseases.”
Mo Wanqing, who was a little curious about this statement, asked:
"Reduce many diseases?"
Ye Qing, who knew everything, thought for a moment and explained in words acceptable to this world:
"Yes, just like in a prison, the cell is dark and damp, and the dirt will only be cleaned out after a long time. During this period, the dirt will rot and produce some bad things. There is no wind in the prison to take these things away."
"People can easily inhale it into their bodies or get it on wounds, and they will get sick."
"So after many strong and healthy people enter the prison cell, even if they are not tortured, it will not take long before they become ill and may die in prison. This is the reason."
Mo Wanqing, who was frowning in deep thought, thought for a few moments and then said:
"Can that be regarded as the miasma in southern Xinjiang? The miasma is said to be caused by the decay of corpses and dead wood. If people inhale it or get it on their skin, they will easily get sick and die."
Ye Qing is not a science major, nor is he a medical student. After thinking about it, the principle seems to be similar, and then he agreed:
"I don't know about miasma, but from what Miss Mo said, it seems to be something similar."
Mo Wanqing nodded, looking into the darkness with sheer eyes, and could only see a hazy, thin figure.
"How do you know this?"
Ye Qing, who had already thought of a countermeasure, said without hesitation:
"There is a Zaishi Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic not far from the government office in Zhengdefang. The old Chinese doctor there is Mr. Zai, who is very good at treating trauma."
"I have an old man in my family with a chronic illness. The Chinese medicine doctor Zai Lao told me that in addition to taking medicine, I should keep my home and surroundings clean on weekdays. This is what he told me."
CEO of Zhengdefang Zaishi Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic?
Mo Wanqing silently wrote down the place and name and stopped asking.
After following Ye Qing for some distance.
Ye Qing stopped in front of a courtyard where the walls collapsed, the walls peeled off, and the huts were leaking.
If it weren't for the fact that the yard was clean and tidy, and there were no traces of people around.
Mo Wanqing thought that Ye Qing had brought her to an uninhabited and desolate place.
After a few days, Ye Qing finally got to see his sister, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little moist.
Squeak!
The broken fence door was pushed open by him casually, which was extremely harsh in the silent night.
Mo Wanqing was keenly aware of some noises in the house.
Ye Qing walked to the courtyard, stopped, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Mei, brother is back!"
