Chapter 820: The emperor loves to listen to stories told in this palace (31)
But after this incident, Xiang Xing's mind was in a mess, and his sleepiness was all disturbed.
Only in the dim light after the lights were turned off, with his soft and round eyes wide open, silently watching the delicate and handsome face beside him who seemed to have fallen asleep peacefully.
Is he just kidding?
The little guy blinked without understanding, wanted to ask, but didn't dare to ask.
Xu Shi's staring gaze was especially enthusiastic in the dark. Soon, at the first speech, he turned around and gently circled her into his warm arms.
Immediately afterwards, Xiang Xing suddenly felt a slight warmth on his forehead.
After that, it was the words that were still dumb and gentle, and the paragraphs turned over: "rest early, don't think too much, huh?"
"……Ok."
Xiang Xing had no choice but to respond unequivocally.
Xu Shi's embrace was too warm and reassuring. She didn't think too much about it, and she gradually returned to sleepiness.
Sleep peacefully all night.
...
Half a month later, the day of the Western Tour officially arrived.
The first task that made the emperor personally patrol the west was to go to the border between Haiqi and southern Xinjiang, an area called Ximeng City, to deal with the serious local plague and to appease the local people who had been suffering for a long time.
As for the plague, North Korea has been investigating for a long time.
Although all the signs are vaguely pointing to the southern Xinjiang, which is good at making drugs and using drugs, they lack substantive evidence, and they can't be questioned for a while.
The first resignation decided to come in person, and strictly arrested the city lord of Nasimeng and his officials, and found out the matter as soon as possible, so that the people could recover their health as soon as possible.
...
Ten more days passed.
An unremarkable carriage rushed ahead of the personally conquered army and came to the outskirts of Ximen City.
The curtain hung on the carriage window was lifted slightly by a small white hand, and a pair of round apricot eyes looked out.
But he quickly lowered the curtain and drew back.
Immediately sighed quietly.
On the way to hide his identity, Xiang Xing saw the horrible scene of the corpse and the wild, and his heart became heavier.
Although in the little carriage, an unknown incense was burned by the first speech, the incense was rich, and the smell of the sachet on her body was covered up.
But just now, the strange smell of medicine dregs outside, the sick people's negligence to clean up, the stench of body, and the burning smell of flesh and blood... still seeped in.
It made her almost depressed.
At this moment, the carriage was stumbling, and the horses screamed sternly after the rein was pulled from the front of the carriage.
There were even a few low children's sobbings.
Upon hearing the sound, Xiang Xing and First Ci couldn't help but glance at each other.
Shuangshuang jumped out of the car to check.
I saw outside the carriage, a little girl about seven or eight years old, who seemed to be frightened by the horse, and dumbfounded, just sitting slumped not far in front of the horse's hoof.
She was wearing a coarse cotton-padded jacket, which was torn, but every breach was meticulously patched.
He should be a loved child.
But what is strange is that on that small, pale face, the lips are just the opposite, scorched black like charcoal.
The slender and weak limbs twitched unconsciously.
Seeing Xiangxing frowned frequently.
She had heard the first words along the way, and this was the symptom of the plague.
The man beside him naturally saw this scene too, and he couldn't help sinking his handsome face and turned to the shadow guard driving the car.
"Liufeng, what's the matter?"