ask sword 2

Chapter 464
With the gates of all the city walls falling in all directions, Taiyuan Mansion officially became an isolated city.

There is a comprehensive curfew on the street, prohibiting any idlers from going out at night. The soldiers and government servants wearing masks and armbands and holding lanterns patrol the whole city in small groups.

Entertainment venues such as painting boats and restaurants are completely closed, and the bustling commercial streets that were originally bright day and night can now be heard.

The oppressive atmosphere also affected the residential area, and every household unconsciously lowered their voices, as if they had returned to the time when there were no talisman lamps.

However, in the luxurious manor in the north of the city, the lights were still brightly lit, the banquet was held all night, and the sound of silk and bamboo lingered endlessly.

Here is the Wang's mansion in Taiyuan.To be precise, it is the mansion of Mrs. Wang's family.

The Wang family in Taiyuan is flourishing and has many branches. The Dafang, which accounts for about a quarter of the population, lives in the north of the city.They only send people over when they worship their ancestors.

It was late at night, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes left the noisy and lively lobby, walked through the courtyard, and came to a small house in the corner of the manor.

He stood still in front of the door, took out the mask from his arms, put it on himself somewhat unskillfully, then took out the key, unlocked the lock on the door, and pushed the door in.

The prince Wang Jie who used to talk so loudly on the train is sitting behind the desk at this moment.

His eyes were red and bloodshot,
The originally handsome face was much thinner, holding a book in his hand.

"Jie'er, I'm here to see you."

The middle-aged woman looked at Wang with distress. My name is Wang Anlian, I am Wang's father, and I am also a candidate for the previous patriarch of Li Ang Xiaofang.

"father,"

Wang put down the book, coughed heavily and said, "Wang Bofan's wedding has begun?"

"What girl, this is his cousin."

Wang Anlian frowned and reprimanded, Wang Bofan's father, Wang Bojian, is my clan brother, and also my youngest opponent for the position of patriarch.

Today is Qiang Jianhou's wedding day,
If Wang Jie was outside there, he would definitely recognize the groom under the wedding ceremony as Chu Haoman whom he had met in Qishui Village back then.

"Ah."

Wang Shi curled her lips, her expression still scornful.

Moreover, to strengthen the competitive relationship between Jianhou and Wang Bojian, Wang Bofan, a direct son of the Li Ang family, actually married Chu Haoman, who came from a poor family and had no official position, and his cultivation was very low.

Even if it is a matrilineal marriage, there are very few people in the family who feel shameless.

"It's about us,"

Wang Anlian shook his head, "Has he taken his medicine today?"

Pointing to the empty medicine bowl under the table, Wang complained, "Is the medicine ineffective? You have been drinking it for so long, and your cough has not improved at all."

Qiang Jianhou said kindly: "What do you know? That is the life-sustaining medicine left by Lihuagu, the sect of the later Sui Dynasty. In order to gather the medicinal materials below, the people above all jogged and broke their legs.

A monk also died, and it cost him 70 guan. "

"Cure is a good disease, no matter how much money you spend."

Throwing the book in her hands, Wang said, "Did this Wang Jie come to Taiyuan Mansion today? They say that I am the most brilliant doctor in Yu Country, why don't you spend a little less money to invite me over to show you?"

Make sure that the disease you get is the plague. "

"...He thinks I'm like a folk doctor, who can come and go when he calls?"

Wang Anlian rubbed the aching brows, and said patiently: "I have not yet reached the age of Qiangguan, but I have temporarily taken the post of Observation Envoy of Hedong Road, which is rare throughout the ages.

I used to be a consort.Even you, Li Ang, must be treated with respect, and it must be done quickly.

What's more"

Wang Anlian paused for a moment, and said: "I just arrived in Taiyuan Mansion today, and I ordered the city to be sealed off. I will allow anyone to withdraw by means of thunder. It is to see anyone who wants to make connections and intercede. Those who come are kind."

"If I saw your appearance, I would definitely send you back to the isolation ward?"

Wang said with a smile: "I dare, it's Taiyuan, Taiyuan Li Ang's Taiyuan.

With your support, I think it is possible to accomplish anything in Taiyuan Prefecture. "

"Ah."

Qiang Jianhou nodded noncommittally. Li Ang, Taiyuan has been around for thousands of years, and has already penetrated into every corner of the city, and its authority among the people is far better than that of the government.

Even Qiang Jian, who holds a small power in Hedong Road, must sell Li Ang's face.

"He should take care of his illness first,"

After thinking for a moment, Wang Anlian said, "You go to see me. The wedding was a multi-ethnic and family friend who came from Lidi to attend. We need to settle down.

In addition, it is best for the elderly and children who are physically strong in the clan to be sent out of the city first. "

Members of the small family, because they eat well and live well, use hard work, couple with marriages from generation to generation, optimize blood,
The average physical fitness is far less than that of civilians.

But for epidemic diseases, it only reduces the fatality rate by a few percent, or even [-]%.

The plague in the 77th year of Jian'an, Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, made "every family have no pain of weak corpses, no room to cry and mourn, or close the door and die, or the whole family dies."

Seven of Jian'an's sons died.

The plague will treat people equally based on their bloodline, high or low birth, and talent or learning.

Wang Anlian asked his son to take good care of his illness, and read less. When he went out, he locked the door again, called a carriage, and drove to the eunuch's mansion.

Did I notice that before I left the room,

The door of the closet outside the room opened with a creak, and a flirtatious and handsome man came out of the closet with a smile, moved his body, sat under Qiang Jian's calf, stretched out his slender fingers, and removed the lock from Wang's hand. Books, "What book are you reading? I'll see you."

"hey-hey."

Qiang Jian put his arms around the handsome man, who was also my father's concubine, triumphantly took out a key from his sleeve, and said to his lover: "The old man still knows that you have hidden a key.

Cough, being stuck outside the house every day is slowly driving you crazy."

While talking, Mrs. Wang stopped doing her hands and feet.

"Oh, what is he doing~~"

The lover smiled and pushed my head away, just like my lover, he stopped coughing, "cough cough."

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A curfew has been imposed outside the city.
Sun Qi and other yamen servants that Wang Jie had seen during the day were patrolling the street, and there was not a single figure who was half-short for many years among them.It was Zhuo Hachiro.

Implementing the curfew required a small amount of manpower, so the government selected Xu Shaoliang's family and temporarily assigned them to the yamen, and Zhuo Ba was one of them.

"Brother Sun Qi, there is no car outside!"

It was the first time to participate in the curfew night patrol, and Zhuo Bageli was so excited that he saw the carriage approaching from a distance, "Come on, stop me?"

Sun Qi didn't speak, but stood on the spot and squinted his eyes to observe, and then gave Zhuo Ba a hard time, and said in a good mood: "What's the blockage, this is the Wang family's carriage. it is good."

"Hey."

Zhuo Ba covered the front of his head and explained: "Why, did you also stop the Wang family's car during the day?"

"He'll have to see the clothes under the car."

Sun Qi said: "Small clans in aristocratic families have few rules and few etiquette. What class of people can ride in what class of car.

What kind of car can be stopped, and what kind of car can be stopped, so there is little outside knowledge."

Did Wang Anlian, who was sitting outside the carriage, hear the conversations of those big shots? I rode all the way to the gate of the prefect's mansion, got on the carriage, and respectfully handed out greeting cards to the guards.

When I was young, no one came out and invited me into the prefect's mansion.

Before he reached the small hall, Wang Jie's scolding came to his ears.

(End of this chapter)