When Xiaoqing heard this, she thought Ji Wanrong was worried that she was also going crazy, so she shook her head hurriedly.
"No! We listen to Uncle Shan very much. Grandma and I have always stayed away from those who have crazy diseases! Grandma has never been bitten by anyone, and she will not bite anyone!"
Ji Wanrong listened and nodded.
She also felt that Aunt Sun's condition was not an infectious disease involving the respiratory tract.
"I know that grandma is sick. If Uncle Shan knew about it, he would definitely kill grandma and bury her. So I hid it from everyone and told no one."
"When grandma was sober, she said she was worried that she would hurt me, and gave me a knife. If she went crazy, she told me to stab her to death, so that she would not hurt me or infect me. ”
When Ji Wanrong heard this, he suddenly remembered that Aunt Sun had been conscious for a while under the combined effect of acupuncture and Baian pills, but she suddenly started to commit self-mutilation.
She thought that Aunt Sun was unwilling to live in this world because she was suffering from the disease, but she did not expect that she was afraid that she would harm Xiao Qing.
She lowered her head and looked at Xiaoqing's black and white eyes, which were still a little watery. Ji Wanrong touched her furry head.
"Then why didn't you listen to grandma in the end?"
"Of course not!" Xiao Qing's eyes widened.
"How could Xiaoqing stab her own grandma to death! I borrowed a rope from the aunt next door and tied her to the bed, who couldn't control herself. I fed my grandma to mush every day. I took care of her. That’s great!”
When the three adults heard this and looked at Xiao Qing's pure eyes, they were all silent and speechless.
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he lowered his head and looked at Xiaoqing with a rare soft expression. He gently touched the broken hair on Xiaoqing's temples: "Living with grandma every day, will Xiaoqing be afraid?"
Xiaoqing blinked, as if he didn't understand what Mo Jiecheng meant.
"Don't be afraid. This is Xiaoqing's grandma. How can Xiaoqing be afraid? If grandma bites me, I can be reunited with her."
When Ji Wanrong heard this, he took a deep breath and couldn't help it anymore.
Xiaoqing was a little confused when she heard Ji Wanrong's movements. She carefully pulled the corner of Ji Wanrong's clothes, and then spoke again.
"Sister, so can you cure my grandma? I'm all alone and I have only grandma."
Xiaoqing's words seemed to break Mo Jiecheng's defenses.
Mo Jiecheng lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, but still couldn't help squatting down and hugging Xiaoqing's small body tightly.
"Xiaoqing, good boy, grandma will not die. Your sister will definitely cure grandma, and you will not be alone."
Mo Jiecheng said, the moisture in his eyes stained Xiaoqing's shabby clothes.
Xiaoqing felt the sadness all over Mo Jiecheng's body, and stretched out her hand in confusion, and patted Mo Jiecheng's shoulder with her small palm soothingly.
"Stop crying, stop crying, Xiaoqing will sing to you."
Ji Wanrong lowered his eyes and said nothing, but turned around and walked out quickly.
Shi Heng looked at the scene in front of him with rare doubts. He followed Ji Wanrong and quickly walked out of the dim room.
The moonlight outside was like water, falling on the decaying courtyard, but it seemed that every corner of the courtyard was covered with gauze.
Shi Heng looked at Ji Wanrong's calm face, walked to her side, and then asked about his doubts: "King Han...what's wrong with him, Your Highness?"
"Why did you hold Xiaoqing in tears while you were talking?"
The scene just now really shattered Shi Heng's worldview.
He never thought that His Highness, King Han, who once commanded the three armies, killed one person every ten steps, and never left a trace for thousands of miles, would one day cry so hard while holding a little girl in his arms.
When Ji Wanrong heard Shi Heng's question, he sighed softly and looked up at the moon hanging above his head: "Because when he saw Xiao Qing, he thought of himself when he was young."
"He was also alone when he was a child. Although he has made great achievements and commanded the three armies, the wounds from his childhood can never be erased. Perhaps Mo Jiecheng has always been looking forward to someone who can rescue him when he was young. "
When Shi Heng heard this, he figured out the reason. Since ancient times, the royal family has always been a cold place, but accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger.
He pursed his thin lips but did not speak. Instead, he followed Ji Wanrong's gaze and looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky.
Ji Wanrong looked at the moon hanging high above her head and sighed again, but this time it was for herself.
She was also a little homesick.
I don’t know if my grandmother, grandfather, deceased mother, and father raised their heads and saw the same moon as hers.
The two stood silently in the yard for a while, and it wasn't until Mo Jiecheng came out of the house again that Ji Wanrong suddenly came back to his senses.
Mo Jiecheng had adjusted himself at this moment. There was no expression on his face, and he couldn't tell that he was holding a little girl in the room and crying.
He also needs other children to comfort him.
"Xiaoqing has been too tired recently. Now she has fallen asleep. There is no extra bed, so I took her to her grandma's side."
"...After all, he is still a child."
Ji Wanrong listened and nodded, but did not expose him.
Several people looked at the furnishings in the yard and tacitly began to search for abnormalities in the yard.
When there is a large-scale outbreak of a strange disease, the first thing to do is to find the source of infection.
Since this disease is not hereditary, nor is it spread through the respiratory tract, it is most likely through food intake, such as water sources, fruits and vegetables grown in the ground, and the like.
It would be really terrible if someone deliberately dropped something in the water source to cause this strange illness to occur in Hezaozhuang.
It happened that there was a well in the yard, so Mo Jiecheng rolled up his sleeves and drew a bucket of well water.
Ji Wanrong took out the testing instruments from the space, squatted on the ground, and began to test the composition of the well water on the spot.
"By the way, in addition to well water, there is also soil, and the soil composition of Zaozhuang's grain crops may have problems."
Ji Wanrong suddenly thought that the soil he found in the sanatorium contained special chemicals.
As soon as Ji Wanrong said these words, Mo Jiecheng immediately realized what Ji Wanrong meant.
He nodded tacitly and looked around the yard. It was probably because Xiaoqing was young and lacked the strength to care, so there was no vegetable plot in the yard.
So Mo Jiecheng took a deep breath, used Qinggong, and flew outside the yard to steal vegetables.
