Chapter 4365 It Hurts Like Hell!

Shui Yijun whined incessantly, covered his face, and pulled the child to make a fuss.

"It hurts me so much!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll blow it for you." The child looked at his beautiful face, which was visibly red and swollen, and felt a little regretful.

After all, pretty faces are for her to admire.

How can it be better if your appearance is ruined?

"This way, and this way..."

Shui Yijun complained endlessly, enjoying the care of the little fairy, and felt happy in his heart.

Qian'er handed over a bottle of ointment: "Fortunately, Imperial Physician Ouyang and I asked for more medicine. This should work. Let's try it."

Shui Yijun has great medical skills, but it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.

The child carefully painted the stung area on his face.

Qian'er scolded: "Don't do such nonsense again in the future. The second prince-in-law is a noble Hanlin, and you are teasing him like this. What will it look like if word spreads about it?"

"Okay, okay, I will never do this again."

The child smiled and winked at Shui Yijun, "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

Shui Yijun said: "It hurts, it hurts like hell!"

"Still so squeamish!" The toddler pinched his face, causing him to hiss.

After such a fuss, Qian'er's mood became much more normal and she was no longer blindly immersed in the depression and anxiety caused by the flood refugees.

The rain also stopped.

Although the sky was getting dark, they decided to travel at night after some discussion.

First of all, the weather is hot, but it can be cooler at night.

Furthermore, the number of victims encountered at night is small, which can reduce the chance of contracting the disease, and the marching speed will not be greatly affected.

If you stay in a temple for one night, it will not only delay your trip, but also if it rains heavily the next day, it will be difficult to leave.

They were all very worried about Xiao Er, wondering if Xiao Er had contracted the plague at this time.

Qian'er is even more concerned.

I don’t know where Xiaozhuang is, whether he is alive or dead.

However, whenever the anxiety surges up, there will always be children making jokes and making noise, and Qian'er's melancholy will be completely dispelled.

Traveling like this day and night, hurrying and slowing down, the entire army arrived in southern Xinjiang in only one and a half months.

And none of the soldiers got sick.

It's a miracle.

It's early autumn here, the weather in the south has become cooler in the morning and evening, and the floods have gradually receded.

The plague is raging.

The houses and fields were in chaos, and dead people could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

It can be described as hell on earth.

Even as a child, this is the first time to see such a scene.

She was very worried that Qian'er would not be able to bear it anymore and would suffer an emotional breakdown. Unexpectedly, she was always calm and actively helped people on the road. Because she was too tired, she did not suffer from insomnia at night.

This puts children at ease.

Qian'er sighed: "The country is too big and it is too difficult to govern. Even though the two generations of emperors, my father and my brother, worked hard, they could not make all the people live a good life."

"Yes." The child was sitting in the carriage, looking at the situation outside. His usually lively temperament also felt a little depressed.

If you don't go to these places in person and live in the prosperous areas of Kyoto, you will have the illusion that the world is really so rich and peaceful.

In fact, there are many people who are still suffering.

Qian'er gritted his teeth: "What is hateful is that the money and food allocated by the imperial court to tighten their belts were exploited by greedy local officials. All such officials should be killed!"