"Displaced people in the west of the city?" Ye Qinzhu was slightly stunned, "Are you trying to expose yourself?"

"Exposed?" Yang Qingjue's eyes turned to Ye Qinzhu, and a smile crossed the corner of his eye.

"If they can find me, it's their job. ”

"What the people here remember is my face, my person, not His Royal Highness King Zhao. ”

"Wow, that's great. Ye Qinzhu clapped his hands meaningfully, then turned his little face sideways, supported his cheek with his left hand, and looked at Yang Qingjue.

"Jue, I suddenly feel that I seem to treat you as a tool. She was a little embarrassed, and commented, "Pulling you out of the palace is just for my own careful thoughts, it's really unbearable." ”

Yang Qingjue couldn't help laughing, reached out and scraped the tip of Ye Qinzhu's nose, pretending to observe whether the medicine was decoctioned, and there were words in his mouth.

"I'm worried about bamboo, I have long wanted to cure the plague in the west of the city, but I have never found a reason.

This visit by bamboo gave me a good excuse to come to the door. If you want to talk about tools, it is still affordable to use bamboo. ”

The girl next to her raised her eyebrows, and scolded with a pretended angry smile: "It's been a long time, are you bullying me?"

As she spoke, she stepped forward and moved to untie Yang Qingjue's cloak.

"I think you have no conscience, so many children in the house are still freezing, you are comfortably wrapped in a leather jacket, and you still don't take it off to help the suffering. ”

"Stop bamboo, I'm not in good health, I'll freeze out. ”

"You're not in good health because of me, it's none of your business. ”

If it weren't for the fact that the medicine jar just happened to emit a white air flow and make a sizzling sound, Ye Qinzhu was really ready to do it on the spot.

"Medicine, medicine is good!" Yang Qingjue accidentally glimpsed the way of life, and hurriedly tightened his cloak.

The girl had already rushed forward, took the medicine jar from the fire, filtered the medicine residue, and gave it to the little girl in blue who was guarding the door.

The girl named Lan'er looked at Ye Qinzhu gratefully, and went in with a cigarette in her hand.

Ye Qinzhu stared patiently at the door for a long time before seeing Lan Er walk out with a smile.

"Miss, Ying'er is asleep, and she sleeps comfortably. She danced and couldn't find the words to express her excitement.

For the first time in so many days, Ying'er fell asleep with a smile.

"Where are most of the patients here?" Ye Qinzhu asked.

When she came here, she saw a few groggy people lying on the side of the road, but she wasn't sure if they were sick.

If it is a plague, it will inevitably spread in large quantities, but not only did there be no piles of sick people in this place, but only one of the dolls in a yard was infected, which shows that this is not a gathering place.

"Eighty paces to the west, there was a clearing in the clearing, and there was a soup in that clearing. A lot of people got sick and thought that someone would come there to save them, so they went there. ”

When there is nothing you can do, your heart can only be pinned on the gods.

"Then why don't you go?" Yang Qingjue asked rhetorically.

"Sir said that we don't need handouts to feed us yet. Lan Er puffed up her chest proudly, "We can also go to the Beast Ridge to pick herbs and sell them for money, and we can support ourselves." ”

Ye Qinzhu raised his hand and pinched the tip of Lan'er's nose, coldly stuffed a candy into her mouth, and then stood up lightly, looking at Yang Qingjue's eyes.

"If you want to go, you can go now. ”

Yang Qingjue nodded, and said to Lan Er: "At noon tomorrow, this sister will come to deliver medicine." ”

After that, he naturally left under Ye Qinzhu's gaze.

Ye Qinzhu followed behind with Nashi containing herbs, muttering to himself in his heart.

Yourself, have you really become this guy's tool?

The farther west he went, Ye Qinzhu found that the flow of people gradually increased.

From the scarcity around the yard, to the gradual discovery of groups of people squeezing each other, piled up in the corners, and even glimpsing motionless torsos, not knowing whether they are dead or alive.

The smell in the air also ranged from abnormal at the beginning to disgusting at the end.

Although he knew that he shouldn't show it, Ye Qinzhu still wrinkled his nose.

Seeing her desperately patient, Yang Qingjue handed over a pill, and Ye Qinzhu held it in her mouth, so she felt a lot more comfortable.

Two brightly dressed people suddenly appeared in the crowd and immediately became the target of the audience.

The living, the dying, or the dead were blind, their eyes widened, and the figures of the two men were reflected in their eyes.

When they reached the clearing, someone stepped forward to free the half-dead men and stared at them eagerly.

The people of Dongcheng are finally willing to come to them?

"Bamboo, take a medicine pod out, ask for the biggest one. Yang Qingjue's Nashi was all in Ye Qinzhu's hands, what he wanted, he naturally opened his mouth.

And the girl next to her also accepted her identity as a tool man, and without saying a word, she took out a medicine pod similar to a big iron pot for cooking porridge.

The next thing, Ye Qinzhu had no teacher, put herbs, poured water, and made a fire.

She used rosin wood, which was scented as soon as it was lit, dispelling the stench in the air.

"If you want to cook porridge, do you have enough rice?" The conversation between the two was brief, as if their identities were really Childe and his subordinates.

"It's not just a day, it can take days. ”

Ye Qinzhu counted with his fingers for a long time, looked at the homeless people who raised their faces one after another, and gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Enough. ”

"It doesn't matter if it's not enough, I have it in the stone. Yang Qingjue said lightly.

"Give them some stomach cushions first, and drink the medicine directly, which hurts the stomach. ”

The homeless people watched the two people who looked like gods walk to the center of the west of the city, decocting medicine for a while and cooking porridge for a while. He quickly straightened up and looked at the two of them expectantly.

Eventually, the fairy filled a bowl of white porridge, knocked on the wooden bowl, and looked at the people prostrate on the ground with a smile.

"Let's eat. ”

At the same time, a powerful spiritual force exploded, throwing out several homeless people who were relying on their strength and trying to grab food.

The fairy was condescending, smiling, but not angry.

The medicine over there was still cooking, and Ye Qinzhu used the soup spoon manipulated by spiritual power to distribute the white porridge familiarly.

"Line up, come over one by one, if you want to do the right thing, no ......"

The few people who were thrown out were still lying on the ground screaming, naturally no one dared to continue to make trouble, Ye Qinzhu walked towards Yang Qingjue while observing the homeless people.

"If you guessed correctly, Jing Zhaoyin already knows that we are cooking porridge here, how are you going to deal with him?"

"Don't deal with it. Yang Qingjue shook his head and said with a smile, "There are so many big families in the capital, Lord Jing Zhaoyin can't be busy. Since I led people to clean up the rebels in the west of the city, I began to push the affairs of the west of the city to me, how could I still pay attention to the situation in the west of the city. ”

"The west of the city and the east of the city are separated by a wall, isolating a lot of eyeliner, and in addition to the recent plague epidemic in the west of the city, the people in the east of the city want to stay far away, how can they care?"

"Even if there is a mind, the subordinates may not have a mind. Yang Qingjue glanced at the empty roof and stretched out his finger, "Look, even Yang Qinghan's people are gone." ”

is powerful under the nose of the emperor, it can be said that it is the two of them. Ye Qinzhu sighed silently and sent out his spiritual power to detect the fluctuations of spiritual power around him.