Chapter 33

She thought for a while and asked: "It has been four days since Xueyi entered the door. Although there are three incense sticks every day, Xueyi still doesn't know anything about the person on this tablet. Mr. Jing is the master of Lord Jing. Presumably he is the one who understands the prince best. How about Mr. Ruo telling me about King Jing’s life, so that Xue Yi can learn more about the people on this tablet. Only the filial piety and incense burning can be more pious, and King Jing’s heroic spirit under the nine springs can rest in peace , sir?"

I remember that she asked Liu Ying when she served tea yesterday, but Liu Ying didn't answer her directly. Today, the assassin happened again, and she didn't have time to ask Liu Ying in detail.

She burned incense for a few days, except that the person on the tablet was the prince of Dongling Kingdom, named Shangguan Fenglan, but she didn't know anything about it. Thinking about it, she felt a little outrageous.

He looked at her deeply, his eyes were as thick as a starless night, so dark that he couldn't see through, "What do you want to know?"

She thought he agreed, so she asked: "Xue Yi wants to know, why did the prince die?"

He replied: "Passed away."

She tried to ask again: "What disease is it?"

"malaria."

She was shocked suddenly.

Malaria is an unusual disease, but it is a deadly infectious disease. Once infected, the possibility of treatment is extremely low. Malaria may come from the invasion of evil insects, or inhalation of miasma from swamps and forests.

I still remember what Niang once said, among the nomadic tribes in the northern grasslands of Beicang Kingdom, the Qiyan tribe used to be a large tribe, but all the tribesmen were infected with malaria and died overnight, leaving no one left!
Mother said, there are rotting corpses everywhere, and the world is miserable.

Once the fire burns, there will be no more star grass on the grassland where the Que Qiyan tribe lives. The mother said, there is a curse hovering over that grassland.

She remembered that her mother was still holding her small body in her arms, and said with compassionate eyes: ...Little Axue, if mother is by his side, mother will definitely be able to save him.He died so badly, his flesh and flesh were rotten, stinking and maggot-like, swarms of goshawks came rushing down to nibble on him, swallowing him bit by bit, until finally there were no bones left... nothing... "Niang would murmur to herself every time she finished speaking:
"It's terrifying...it's terrifying..."

At that time, she was too young to understand who the "he" in her mother's mouth was, and she couldn't get the answer now, but she knew that that person must occupy a very important position in her mother's heart.

In my impression, Niang never really smiled.

She first withdrew her thoughts from Chen Shi, and she didn't forget to ask after being shocked: "My lord has lived in this prosperous imperial capital for a long time, how could he contract such a disease?"

Seeing him pondering for a while, she said: "The Eighth Prince has been ill for three years, and his health is getting worse and worse. Since last month, when he returned to the mansion from worshiping his ancestors, he was attacked by refugees who fled to the imperial capital. After that day, he contracted malaria and died. and die."

"My lord has been ill for three years? What is the disease that has not been cured for such a long time? I heard in the Beicang Kingdom that there are groups of imperial doctors in the palace of your Dongling Kingdom, all of whom are experts in medical practice, and some are heirs of medical families , how can the prince's illness not be cured?"

What disease kept King Jing lying in bed for three years without dying?

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(addition completed~)

(End of this chapter)

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