Shen Zecang sat on the stool, his face was still inconspicuous, and he looked very gentle and elegant. The men under him bowed their waists slightly respectfully, standing aside and listening to his words.

The person who came to the newspaper narrowed his eyes, and when he finished speaking, he also put down the teacup in his hand and raised his eyes to look at him, and he quickly nodded in response.

"Yes, Third Prince, don't worry, these people won't make any waves!"

Shen Zecang laughed at this, others said that he didn't fight or grab, and he had the bearing, but he was born in this emperor's house, and everyone wanted that position, right?

"Hehe, well, go ahead. ”

The person who came to report bent down, saluted, and slowly exited the door, while Shen Zecang stared at the tea that kept swaying in the teacup.

Soon it was the time of the last dynasty, and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty stood in their positions one after another, waiting for the arrival of the emperor.

Song Shuyan looked ahead, looking at the dragon chair above without blinking her eyes, and Shen Zecang, who was diagonally opposite her, was wearing a gilded court robe and stood there with high spirits.

Behind him was the inconspicuous Shen Zeyuan, the temperament of the two was completely different, one looked like jade, and the other looked like a lurking beast.

The emperor has not yet arrived, and some officials are close, so they turn heads and ears, greet each other, and talk about the latest hot spots.

Everyone has a headache, and the people complain about it, and as the people above, they have no ability to solve it for a while, so they are naturally uncomfortable.

But in a moment, the eunuch's shrill voice sounded: "The emperor has arrived!"

All the officials knelt down one after another, kowtowed, and shouted: "Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

The emperor, who was lying on his back, was supported by the eunuch and slowly sat down on the dragon chair, his current body was getting worse and worse, and his face was not very good-looking.

After adjusting his sitting posture, he looked at the Aiqing below, raised his hands, and shouted in his mouth: "Aiqing, everyone, is flat!"

The ministers stood up, and the eunuchs shook the dust on the side, shouting in their mouths: "Please play if you have something, and retreat from the court if you have nothing to do!"

Everyone is ready to move, and now the epidemic has reached a critical point, if it cannot be suppressed, I am afraid that more people will die and more manpower, material and financial resources will be wasted.

Song Shuyan stood up, stretched out his hand to tidy up his dress, and then held the plaque in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and lowered his head.

A minister over there stood up and said, "Your Majesty, Weichen has something to play!"

The emperor nodded, opened his mouth in a chatter, and said, "Quasi-play!"

Song Shuyan still stood motionless, listening to the minister speak: "Your Majesty, now that the epidemic is very serious, the people are complaining, and the minister is worried that if this situation continues, I am afraid that there will be a riot!"

Everyone understands this truth, but at present, the DPRK lacks a disaster relief talent who can stand up!

"Your Majesty, Weichen implores the emperor to make a decision as soon as possible and send someone to relieve the disaster!"

As he spoke, many ministers knelt down one after another, and Song Shuyan seized the opportunity and hurriedly stood up and said: "Your Majesty, the ministers think that the emperor can send the Seven Princes, Shen Zeyuan, to relieve the disaster!"

She had already arranged everything a long time ago, gathered a lot of ministers, and just waited for this time to jointly invite the performance, and the ministers listened to her words and agreed.

After hearing this, the emperor did not speak, but looked at the calm Shen Zeyuan, who was calm, on the contrary, Shen Zecang seemed a little flustered.

He listened to the ministers and Song Shuyan asking Shen Zeyuan to ask Shen Zeyuan to go to the disaster relief, and in his mind, he thought carefully and made a conclusion.

If he succeeds and is deeply loved by the people, then his father will definitely favor him, but the matter of the throne will definitely change.

Thinking of this series of consequences, he clasped his hands, stood up, and respectfully refused: "Father, the son thinks it's impossible." ”

His attitude was very sincere, and Shen Zeyuan had no words, and the emperor also waved his hand and refused: "That's it, that's it, this matter has to be discussed again, let's retreat from the court today!"

He dismissed the people, ignoring the ministers kneeling on the ground and pleading, and left on his own, leaving three people with different thoughts.

Song Shuyan saw Shen Zecang's appearance, and without looking at him, he took all the ministers and left, Shen Zecang smiled at Shen Zeyuan very friendly.

"Brother Seven Emperors, do you think what your brother did today is right or not? There are many hardships and dangers in disaster relief, and you should rest for your brother to block a difficulty, I am the one you should rest!"

Shen Zeyuan sneered in his heart, and didn't want to cooperate with him in acting, so he turned around and left.

Shen Zecang was very angry today, with a gloomy face, as if he wanted to eat people, after leaving the palace, he couldn't wait to return home, he commanded his henchmen in the carriage:

"You go and give some warnings to the people below, let them hurry up and think of a way to settle the epidemic, control the death population, if they can't do it, let them be careful to move!"

The henchman lowered his head and responded: "Yes, the third prince, you can rest assured that you will do things in a humble manner!"

Shen Zecang clenched his fists, he was very anxious now, and while he was busy putting pressure on his subordinates, he was also constantly thinking about countermeasures.

At this time, in the capital, there were refugees who showed symptoms of smallpox one after another.

When Shen Zecang hadn't received any good news, the people under his command hurriedly came to report.

"Oh no, no, no, three princes!"

Shen Zecang was pruning flowers and plants in the courtyard, very leisurely, and people outside ran in, sweating profusely and rushing down to him, muttering:

"Third prince, it's not good, not only has the current situation not been suppressed, but on the contrary, it has begun to deteriorate, our people found that one of the refugees today had smallpox, and now several people have died!"

Shen Zecang was afraid of this, now it's okay, he put down the scissors in his hand and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, he didn't know what to do now.

About half an hour later, he looked at the person who came to report it: "You, go and inform the people who lead the troops, take them to drive the refugees to a place, blockade them, and never let them out!"

He resettled the refugees in one place to prevent transmission from person to person, smallpox everywhere, and the capital is now under lockdown.

But smallpox broke out, and many refugees died. The current capital is like a dead city, and the people are complaining one after another, and the people are struggling to survive.

Song Shuyan looked at the desolate and shocking status quo of the capital, and she once again summoned all the ministers to jointly write a letter to the emperor.

"I hope that the ministers will understand the current situation, and if it goes on like this, the consequences are unimaginable. ”