节奏大师电脑版

Chapter 307

Ye Qingchi no longer hesitated, carried her horizontally, put her on the carriage, and went directly back to Qingjiang Manor.

But as soon as the carriage reached the gate of the manor, Gu Ying heard the crying and shouting of the patients kneeling at the gate outside, making her head buzz.

She reached out to lift the carriage curtain, and Ye Qingchi\'s face sank as he stopped her.

Gu Ying leaned weakly against the carriage, looking puzzled and said softly, "Cousin, what\'s wrong?"

The dense crowd knelt in front of Qingjiang Manor, and recalling the recent rumors, Ye Qingchi pulled at the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed, "Don\'t look, I\'ll take you in through the back door."

Gu Ying didn\'t say a word, her face pale, her slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking like a transparent and fragile porcelain doll.

Ye Qingchi immediately ordered the driver to turn around and head for the back door. He didn\'t know where the voice came from, like a stone thrown into the water, instantly arousing waves.

"The Eldest Prince\'s Consort has finally returned!" "Everyone please ask the Consort to save us!"

"Madam, please save our lives!"

"Madam! Only you can save our lives now!"

"Don\'t go! If the Eldest Prince doesn\'t care about us, you must take care of us!"

The patients quickly surrounded them, like a tide blocking the carriage. They grabbed the shafts, and those who were emotionally excited simply took the whip from the coachman\'s hand. The frightened horse kept turning nervously on the spot. If it weren\'t for the layers of people, the horse would have run away in shock.

The carriage shook violently. Gu Ying lost her balance and had to cover her belly with both hands to protect the baby, trying to calm herself down. "Cousin, hasn\'t the Eldest Prince come back yet?"

Hearing the noise outside, Ye Qingchi\'s anger suddenly surged up.

He jumped and kicked the people clinging to the carriage, protecting Gu Ying in his arms, his handsome face cold.

Gu Ying leaned on his shoulder, exhausted.

Ye Qingchi was also unwell seeing his sister in pain made his chest fill with anger, but he also understood that now was not the time to force things. After all, these were the patients he had helped day and night. He couldn’t watch them jump into the fire pit either, and he himself...had not found a cure for the "plague poison" in his body, and had no strength to contend with so many patients.

"Ying, what do you think we should do?"

Gu Ying breathed heavily for a while, enduring the faint pain in her lower abdomen, and stretched out an arm to clench her teeth, "Cousin, help me out."

Ye Qingchi had no choice. "Okay, I’ll help you out."

Gu Ying got out of the carriage, staggering as she stood outside the curtain. Ye Qingchi picked her up and leapt off the carriage with her in his arms.

He was already poisoned, the toxicity was not cured, it had spread to his heart and lungs. Now he didn’t have much strength left either, just trying his best to protect Gu Ying.

Gu Ying grabbed his big hand tightly. The siblings leaned on each other in the crowd to steady themselves.

When someone saw her come out, he shouted hoarsely, "Consort! You must help us!"

As soon as he shouted, everyone followed and clamored.

"So many of us have been tortured here in this quarantine for more than ten days. What wrong have we done? We are just ordinary common people. We have done nothing wrong. Do we deserve to die? "

"Now, heaven has sent down punishment, wanting all the people in Yueyang City to die. We can\'t just accept our fate!"

"I have elders and children. My daughter is only ten years old and my son is less than five years old. Even if I die, what about them? They are still children!"

"You always tell us that life is equal. Now at this critical moment, please...save us. Looking around Yueyang City, only you can save us..."

"We don\'t want to be like this either, but...who made you...who made you the Nine Yin Constitution!"

Gu Ying listened quietly with her eyes downcast, listening carefully for a while to understand.

It turned out that someone had secretly spread the rumor that she was the Nine Yin Constitution, in order to get her to sacrifice for Yueyang.

Now that everything was revealed, it also answered the questions that had puzzled her for a long time.

She sneered and laughed lightly.

Ye Qingchi was furious when he heard this, his eyes cold, "Things that are unverified, how can you talk nonsense! Who said Sister Ying is the Nine Yin Constitution? Who spread the rumors? Who caused trouble?"

"The Eldest Prince\'s Consort has the fate of the unique Nine Yin Constitution. Master Ye, please don\'t hide it from us... We already know."

Ye Qingchi gritted his teeth and protected Gu Ying. His eyes were cold and gloomy. Just as he was about to say something, he was stopped by the person in his arms.

"Ying!" He narrowed his eyes.

Gu Ying shook her head and shouted for everyone to calm down. Her calm eyes slowly swept over the eyes eagerly hoping to survive, slowly saying, "I understand what everyone means. A hundred years ago, Yueyang City overcame a once-in-a-hundred-year drought by sacrificing with the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Constitutions. Now you want me to follow the example of the past and sacrifice as the Nine Yin Constitution to appease the gods to spare those present?"

Gu Ying smiled. All of Jiang Yin\'s sinister conspiracies were laid out in her mind. She was no longer as confused as being in the fog, but could clearly see through his purpose.

He had set up a big game, turned Yueyang into a graveyard, and wanted to put her and the Eldest Prince to death.

On the contrary, she felt relieved, just coldly mocking in her heart. Her lips parted slightly, but her voice was as warm as water, "I guess the Eldest Prince must be the one who can sacrifice to save everyone as the Nine Yang Constitution, right?"

Facing Gu Ying\'s clear eyes, everyone\'s eyes flickered uneasily as they averted their gazes in shame.

They knew the efforts the Eldest Prince had made for Yueyang City to get through the plague, and his Consort wasn\'t afraid to come to the quarantine for their sake when she was six months pregnant.

But...it was Heaven, the gods, who wanted to punish them.

If the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Constitutions were not sacrificed, the entire Yueyang City would be destroyed!