But An Jing took out two blue grass roots and put them in front of Gong Juechen, "This is blue grass roots. My husband and I used to eat this when we were sore and sore in our hometown. It worked very well. You can try it."

Gong Juechen didn't say anything, but just picked up a blue grass root and stuffed it into his mouth to bite it.

After carefully savoring the taste of blue grass roots, Gong Juechen vomited it out and said, "It's bitter and cold in nature. It may be really useful. I will put it in my recipe now and let someone cook it to see if it really works."

After drinking the potion with bluegrass roots, the body's heat really dropped a little, but the other symptoms of the plague did not change at all.

Drinking for four days, it's still the same.

Gong Juechen then concluded: "This will be relieved at most and cannot be cured."

An Jing and Xiao Changyi also knew that it was difficult to cure the plague by relying on blue grass alone. When they heard Gong Juechen's words, An Jing and Xiao Changyi were silent and said nothing.

Gong Juechen continued: "There have been a lot less people in the city these days. This medicine soup with blue grass roots has a greater effect on preventing epidemics than treating epidemics."

In the past few days, An Jing and Xiao Changyi have asked someone to distribute the medicine soup with isatis root to those who have not yet been infected with the plague. The effect is quite obvious. Now there are only a few new cases of people infected with the plague every day.

"How can this plague be cured..." Suddenly, Gong Juechen sighed deeply, looking very powerless. He was also very tired.

After living for so many years, his body has not been as tired as he is now.

In the past, I was tired at most.

Now it is not only my heart is tired, but also my body is also tired, which is simply a double fatigue of the body and mind.

An Jing was also very powerless, "We have nothing to do, it depends on you."

"Don't you...Don't you..." Gong Juechen murmured softly at first, and then laughed, laughing so much, "I think I shouldn't find a way. What should I do? We're all dead here."

Although it is a questionable tone, it is a positive sentence.

Neither Anjing nor Xiao Changyi paid attention to Gong Juechen like this and just turned around and left.

Watching An Jing and Xiao Changyi leave, Gong Juechen's smile on his face gradually became bitter and smiled, and he opened his mouth again, muttering softly: "Really..."

And An Jing and Xiao Changyi, who had already walked out of the medicinal kitchen, also understood that Gong Juechen's words were true, but they didn't want to pay attention to Gong Juechen's cynical appearance.

That night, Yin Jing sat on the highest stairs of the palace with her knees in her arms. She first looked at the bright moon in the sky, then looked in the direction where the imperial capital was, and her eyes were redder little by little.

She missed her children...

I don’t know if her children are living well now, I don’t know if her children are thinking about her and her husband, I don’t know if her children are obedient, I don’t know if her children cry because she and her husband did not come to the palace to pick them up...

I really miss her children...

As soon as Xiao Changyi came, he saw An Jing sitting there with her back to him and her knees. His slender and thin back made him feel distressed. He knew where she was looking. He knew who she was thinking about.

"Jing'er." Xiao Changyi walked over and sat next to An Jing, gently wrapping his shoulders around An Jing, so that An Jing could lean in his arms.

Quietly feeling the warm embrace, my throat choked, and said, "Mr., I miss the children..."

"I know." He paused, "I want to." As he said that, he still printed a kiss on her.
Chapter completed!