Ink Burns

Chapter 58: The Replaced Civet Cat

Shan Yue's breathing was dazed for a moment, he took a deep breath, and quickly calmed his mind. Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, he put down the butterfly bone knife, and looked directly at Cheng Xingyu: "Do you still want to save the people in Songjiang Prefecture?"

When Cheng Xingyu saw He Shanyue in front of him, his emotions changed in an instant. The fragility he had just revealed was like a castle in a dream. With a blink of an eye, the mirage quickly dissipated. He was tenacious and quickly put on protective armor from head to toe.

Although she is only in her teens, she looks like a weathered swordsman.

Cheng Xingyu's eyes softened, and his voice was weak but firm: "As a doctor, I will do my best to save you no matter what."

Shan Yue looked at her and thought that if she was a qualified assassin, she should have killed him when she first met him and he guessed that she was the one who planned the Cheng family father and son to kill each other.

But she's not.

The assassin only trusts his own sword, but she can still trust her own eyes.

"Five days later at 9:00 p.m., go to the Dongchizi warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Bring Miss Wei and three or two trustworthy young men with you. Whether Songjiang Prefecture and other counties can be saved depends on this." Shanyue said in a low voice.

Cheng Xingyu did not ask any more questions and immediately said, "Okay!"

Shanyue turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped.

"Miss He." Cheng Xingyu's eyes were warm and pure, and his expression was sincere: "Thank you."

Shan Yue knew what he wanted to thank her for, but she sneered at it. It was just a matter of convenience. Compared with saving people, she was more concerned about how to use the force to kill the Cheng family.

Shanyue turned his head slightly and was about to speak in a perfunctory and cold voice, but he caught a glimpse of the cramped hut, where dozens of medical books, silver needles, half a cold and hard bun and a pot of steaming herbal tea were scattered on the desk and bed.

It was sloppy but clean, and there was even a hint of sweet medicinal aroma in the air.

Looking at Cheng Xingyu again, his coat was loose, his long hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, the two dark circles under his eyes and the piled-up bedding showed that he had not slept for a long time.

There were more than a dozen pages of yellowed hemp paper on the table.

Shanyue picked up one and looked at it. Some of them were prescriptions.

There are more than a dozen prescriptions, with markings, additions and subtractions, all carefully considered.

Some are drawings of the human body, with densely packed acupuncture points, some marked in red, some in black, and extremely elaborately detailed.

He was racking his brains to find a way to survive the impending plague and the people of Songjiang Prefecture.

Even if he was just an unappreciated bastard of the Cheng family, when the plague came, he could abandon his dignity and hide at home, at least his life would be safe.
In the final analysis, he was just a poor, sickly creature who had lived under someone else's roof since childhood. How could he have the sense of justice to save others? How could he have the responsibility to save others? How could he have the ability to save others! ?

Even those people who were in the pharmacy in the morning, Cheng Xingyu, a powerless country doctor, must have spent a lot of effort to gather these people one by one, right?

Shan Yue suddenly felt an indescribable emotion, and all the cold words were stuck in his throat: How could a person work so hard for others?

Is it because I am too stupid? Or because I haven't suffered enough?
Shanyue didn't want to investigate further and turned away.

The next day, the fifth day arrived. During these few days, Lin Yueyue, who had opened her spiritual power and gained her heart, was brought to the main courtyard. People were not allowed to act openly during the mourning period, so he gave Lin Yueyue the title of "servant of writing" and kept her by his side.

For several days, the two of them didn't even leave the main courtyard.

No one in the yard dared to criticize him for being "absurd".

Shanyue, however, only enjoyed his "absurdity".

It was precisely because Cheng Xinghe was so "absurd" that, firstly, the eldest lady Jiang of Yingtian Prefecture would never come back in a rage, and there was no one to take care of the backyard, so she could act like a monkey and dominate; secondly, Cheng Xinghe was distracted by others and had no time to take care of things, so Shanyue's plan could proceed smoothly.

At night, Jiang Er drove the carriage, followed closely by seven or eight empty carriages. The carriages were shaking, but Wang Erniang and Zhou Liniang insisted on going together and squeezed into the same carriage.

In the cramped carriage, four people sat shoulder to shoulder, as if they were on a picnic.

Wang Erniang was a little excited: "It's getting dark, go kill someone!"

Zhou Liniang was scared, she pouted and cried while grabbing the corner of Wang Erniang's clothes: "I, I dare not kill you! At most I can help you bend your shoulders, cover your head, plug your nostrils or something like that."

Shan Yue: So, why do you have to come?

Shan Yue held his forehead with his hand.

No, she was led astray by this group of friends - who said they were going to kill someone?

The only reliable one, Xiao Huangzhi, looked calm and confident. He randomly drew a few leaf cards from his hand and they were straights of the same suit. He drew a few more cards and they were leopards of the same color, which made Zhou Liniang cry and clap her hands at the same time.

Shanyue:.
"Today, we've agreed to play dice." Shan Yue said expressionlessly.

Xiao Huangzhi's expression froze, and a crack appeared on his calm face: Damn, I guessed the wrong question.

Zhou Liniang turned her face away: "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

He laughed very loudly and didn't care about the lives of the people around him.

The Dongchizi warehouse on the outskirts of the city is not far away. The rice fields are cut evenly across the plains. The smoke from cooking rises up and covers the sky, just like a puff of white mist exhaled by an old man smoking a pipe.

The opponent has arrived. The card table is set up behind the warehouse. Five old men from the opponent drag seven or eight racks of fake medicine and have been waiting here for a long time. Shan Yue and the cheating opponent take turns to be the banker. Both sides spread out their bets. Huang Zhi pulls up his sleeves to act as the main force to attract firepower.

While everyone was in high spirits, the mountain moon shrank back and then disappeared into the darkness of the mountain.

Outside the warehouse, there were fifteen or sixteen horse-drawn carriages parked. The horses were untied and tied to wooden stakes, and the carriage frames were parked on both sides.

Taking advantage of the hazy dusk, Shanyue counted them carefully. There were eight horse racks on one side, just the right size. Moreover, they were rented from a horse shop. The specifications, sizes, and types of wood were exactly the same. When he got closer, he saw numbers engraved on the ruts to distinguish the goods being loaded.

Shan Yue bent her index finger and put it into her mouth, making two short and one long sounds like the cuckoo's call.

From the moonlight, three or four figures walked out from the setting twilight.

Cheng Xingyu was walking in the front, with a thin figure and a pair of eyes like gems embellishing the dim twilight. The last two strong men were obviously herbalists who made a living in the mountains, and they were scattered on the left and right.

The only girl, following behind Cheng Xingyu, was always in high spirits, like a little deer bending its head to drink water, or a sheep standing on tiptoe on tender leaves. Her eyes flickered, overshadowing the gems beside her, and brighter than the Big Dipper at the end of the sky.

Shan Yue restrained his gaze, focused on Cheng Xingyu's face, and lowered his voice: "The person who sent the inferior medicine was a gambler. He didn't have time to unload the goods and was gambling in the warehouse;"

"The good medicines have already been packed and loaded onto trucks, ready to be sent to the capital, to be used as reserve medicines for the rich and powerful."

"There are now sixteen racks, with good medicine on the left and bad medicine on the right. We just need to swap the medicines on the racks—"

Shan Yue paused and said, "They are playing a trick of replacing the prince with a cat, sending the inferior medicine to the capital and leaving the good medicine in Songjiang Prefecture - even if the plague cannot be stopped, more people will definitely survive!"

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