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It had been a long time since she stretched her hands and feet, but this did not prevent her from blocking left and right to kill these assassins.

Huo Ying watched them for a while, then decisively rushed out of the yard to call for someone, and Mu Lin followed suit.

The thunder and lightning beat more and more frequently, and the heavy rain poured on the face very obstructed the line of sight, but the fight between the two sides was not delayed at all. Two assassins had already fallen on the ground, and the other assassins became more cautious.

When the yamen servant rushed in, the assassins panicked for a moment, but they didn't take the yamen servant seriously, and still dealt with Song Yuan wholeheartedly. During the fight, Song Yuan was stabbed in the arm and injured her, and the assassin withdrew immediately However, it was futile for the yamen servants to chase them. They could only watch helplessly as they disappeared into the night.

Song Yuan was very suspicious, looked at the injury on his arm, and suddenly didn't understand what the purpose of this group of people was, but Huo Ying rushed over quickly, grabbed her arm and dragged her into the room.

"Hold it, hold it firmly and don't move." His tone was very serious, and Mu Lin held it obediently.

The candle was lit, and Song Yuan noticed that the blood color of the wound was not right. Huo Ying put the candle very close, and went to find out the band that tied his hair, and tied it tightly on Song Yuan's arm.

"Come here, hurry up and get the doctor." He shouted at the yamen servant outside, and the yamen servant ran away immediately.

Mu Lin wiped the rainwater off his face, and his tone trembled slightly because of the nervousness and coldness: "Poisonous? Huo Ying, you."

Before he finished speaking, Huo Ying fell headfirst. Song Yuan didn't have time to hold him back. He fell down and found that his back shoulder was bloody. Mu Lin was so frightened that he immediately came over to help him, but no matter how much he called There was no movement, and the color of his lips also changed.

"Poison" Song Yuan felt dizzy, and the pain in her stomach was unbearable. She shook and grabbed Mu Lin: "No matter what happens, the seeds have to be sprinkled."

Even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, she can't delay her important event of farming!

After struggling to finish speaking, she also fainted.

"My lord, my lord!" Mu Lin rushed to help her again, but couldn't wake up, and was in a panic for a while.

Song Shi, who had already fallen asleep, was also alarmed. Seeing the unconscious Huo Ying and Song Yuan, he asked his followers immediately after asking the reason: "Hurry up and get the antidote pills in my room."

The attendants responded and came back soon. Song Shi poured out two pills and stuffed them into their mouths. It took a lot of effort to make them swallow.

"Is this all right?" Mu Lin's nervous expression changed drastically.

Song Shi shook his head and noticed the hair band on Song Yuan's arm: "I don't know what kind of poison it is, this pill can only be postponed, and I have to ask a doctor to look at it."

"It's too crazy." Mu Lin cursed in a low voice, "It's too crazy."

Song Shi kept silent, he had already guessed who the person who made the move was, but this move would only anger Emperor Taikang, and there would be no delay in the reform of the farm policy.

What are these people planning?It's not so anxious to jump over the wall that you can't tell the situation, right?

The county magistrate was assassinated and fell into a coma. This is not a trivial matter. Mu Lin immediately sent a letter to Jingzhao, and Wei Yan was also found. When he learned that Song Yuan was assassinated and poisoned, he did not dare to delay for a moment and flew to Jingzhao immediately. The pigeon passed the letter to Song Chun.

Song Yuan was injured in a timely manner, and his symptoms were not very serious. He was drowsy and somewhat conscious, but he couldn't wake up. Huo Ying had less air intake and more air output. It had only been a few days, and he was hanging by the pills Song Shi gave him. in one breath.

After the heavy rain, An Zhoushi also brought back the wheat seeds. According to Song Yuan's instructions, Mu Lin called all the county magistrates and arranged for officials to sprinkle the seeds according to An Zhoushi's instructions.

The season waits for no one, and if you don’t sow seeds, the season will pass. Although Song Shi was worried about Song Yuan, he was delayed in Leping for too long, and he felt that the assassination was very strange, so he had to go back to Jingzhao to investigate carefully. So, confirm Song Yuan would have nothing to do for a while, so Song Shi immediately set off and returned to Jingzhao.

After the busy sowing, the autumn harvest finally came to an end. The people who opened up the land continued to be busy, and the people who raised cattle and sheep were preparing forage for the winter everywhere. Can start work.

During the short leisure time, several fast horses galloped past the road, they rushed all the way into the county town, and stopped at the gate of the yamen.

"Master." The guards who had already received the news were waiting at the door early in the morning.

Song Chun quickly got off his horse and strode into the yamen. He hurried to Song Yuan's room, and Wei Yan, who was beside the bed, immediately stepped aside.

Going forward to look at Song Yuan, she saw that her face was pale, her lips were dark, and she was much thinner.

Song Chun frowned, and immediately motioned for the accompanying imperial physician to treat her. The imperial physician pulled up Song Yuan's sleeve and carefully looked at her wound. The wound was rotten, and the blood was black and stinky.

"Bring a bowl of wine." The imperial doctor ordered, sat down and took out a delicate knife and put it aside, and took out the hemostatic powder and the needed pills.

When he was ready, he took the pulse carefully, then wrote the prescription, and took out a pill: "After the medicine is boiled, it will be dissolved in the medicine soup. Prepare two bowls."

"Yes." The guard immediately went to boil the medicine.

Wei Yan quickly brought a bowl of wine, and the imperial physician blew on the torch to ignite the wine in the bowl, then carefully roasted the knife, and then began to cut off the rotten flesh next to the wound.

Even in a coma, Song Yuan frowned in pain. Before she could struggle, Song Chun held her down. The imperial doctor cut it very carefully. Wei Yan squatted aside holding the plate, looking at the cut carrion with the same expression. It's hard to say.

After the wound was treated and the medicinal soup was ready, the imperial physician stood up and said, "My lord, let the young master drink the medicine first."

"Well, go and see Master Huo." Song Chun took the medicine bowl and sat down.

The imperial physician went out with his things. Huo Ying's condition was much more serious than Song Yuan's, and he also had to remove the carrion. Fortunately, after two or three hours of taking the medicine soup, he had more air intake, but then he had a high fever.

After drinking a few soups and medicines, by the time Song Yuan could sit up and eat by himself, the weather had completely turned cold and winter was approaching.

Wei Yan entered the house with hot chicken soup, and the cold wind outside blew, but it felt bitingly cold, Song Yuan hugged Mrs. Tang, lying flat on the bed in a daze.

"My lord, let's eat something." Wei Yan moved the tables to the side of the bed so that she could eat under the covers.

Song Yuan was helped up, her body was so weak that she felt tired just sitting up: "Has the water conservancy started?"

"The work started three days ago. The craftsmen, blueprints, and civilian husbands were all arranged in advance. Master Mu ordered the work to start early." Wei Yan filled the chicken soup for her: "The son went to see it in person, so don't worry, my son. .”

Song Yuan took a sip, but she couldn't taste the taste for a while, and she didn't have any appetite, so she was in a daze before asking: "Is Huo Ying awake?"