Bai Yanhui was a little melancholy, although Si Chenye had rushed eight hundred miles to send a letter in need of medicinal materials and more imperial doctors to the capital, but as Wen Yue said, I don't know the source, and the trouble is still there.

The streets that used to be bustling are now silent, and even the fallen leaves are all over the ground and no one cleans them, and everyone is unable to protect themselves, and people are panicking.

Bai Yanhui raised his head, looking at the clouds rolling in the sky, but he didn't know what kind of tomorrow this land in the south of the Yangtze River would be, and suddenly a flower called Huazi came out of nowhere and crashed straight into Bai Yanhui's body, and then ran away with his head down and hurriedly disappeared.

Wen Yue was two steps behind because he had been thinking of a suitable recipe until he called ......

"The Regent, He Always Has a Crush on Me" Chapter 87 The White Goose is sick and is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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