On the open-air meadow, the night sky is full of stars, as dazzling and bright as a pearl falling on a jade plate.

Ning Xiyue quietly looked up at the stars in the night sky and asked, "You said, just now those refugees didn't even ask what the decoction was for treatment, so they drank it in one gulp, what are they for?" Aren't you afraid that it's poison? ”

"Even if it's poison, they'll drink it."

A calm and magnetic voice sounded, and Feng Hua Yin smiled: "Because they are hungry." ”

"Eighth Prince?"

Seeing that it was Feng Huayin, Ning Xiyuexiu frowned, she thought it was Zhang Wei here, but she didn't expect it to be Feng Huayin.

Looking around, he didn't see Zhang Wei's figure, Ning Xiyue pulled the corners of his mouth, that guy is always like this, as long as Feng Huayin is with her, he always finds a way to slip away.

"...... Today"

Deeply contemplating the woman's beautiful face, Feng Huayin's thin lips opened lightly, and said word for word: "Thank you." ”

Feng Hua Yin thanked Ning Xiyue for providing prescriptions to save these people.

"What did the Eighth Prince say? Xiyue didn't understand. ”

Ning Xiyuexiu's eyebrows furrowed, and she looked innocent: "What thank you, thank you what?" ”

Knowing that Ning Xiyue didn't want to admit that she had saved these refugees, Feng Huayin also nodded cooperatively: "This king just thanks Miss Ning for her cooperation these days, otherwise the plague is likely to spread to the capital." ”

Ning Xiyue looked sideways and nodded tacitly: "You're welcome." ”

The decoction will not be effective immediately, and it will take at least three or four days to completely eradicate this plague, and I just hope that there will not be too many episodes in it.

After sitting for a while, Ning Xiyue got up and said goodbye: "Eighth prince, it's getting late, I'll go back and rest first." ”

"Okay."

Feng Huayin's thin lips pursed into a straight line and nodded.

Rong Xia was waiting for Ning Xiyue not far away, and when she saw someone coming out, she immediately stepped forward: "Miss, I heard from the little brother who went out to buy medicine this afternoon...... Say ......"

"Say what?" Ning Xiyue asked absentmindedly.

"Say ......"

Gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, Rong Xia said: "There are people everywhere on the street who say that you have been infected with the plague and are terminally ill, and there are even people who bet that you will not live to dawn. ”

After the words fell, Rong Xia still looked at Ning Xiyue cautiously, and saw that Ning Xiyue's beautiful and delicate face was always indifferent, as if it was none of her business, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Miss was not angry, and those people were really idle.

"The mouth grows on other people's bodies, and if you like to say it, you can say it."

Ning Xiyue coldly hooked the corners of her lips: "They said theirs, could it be that Miss Ben will lose two or two pieces of meat because of this?" ”

Reliving a life, there are some things that Ning Xiyue has already seen clearly, she can't control other people's gossip, but she can't control herself not to be angry.

"But ......"

Rong Xia bit the corners of her mouth tightly, very distressed: "Then we can't let them talk nonsense like this, and I don't know who is so boring to spread such words." ”

"Who else could it be!"

The curvature of the corners of his lips was very sarcastic: "Lu Wen's three mothers and daughters returned to the capital at noon, and there was such news in the afternoon, who revealed it, isn't it obvious?" ”

"This ......"

Rong Xia frowned in annoyance, she was so angry when she heard these words, but she forgot about it.

Ning Xiyue shook her head helplessly, Rong Xia is a clever and calm person, the reason why she can't think of Lu Wen's mother and daughter is because she cares too much about her master.

The two walked into the tent, Rong Xia went to boil water for Ning Xiyue, Ning Xiyue sat on the chair alone, looking at the candle flame that was extinguishing and beating, and her amber eyes were complicated.

The plague of the people will be solved soon, and when the time comes, the emperor and Feng Yici will wonder who this 'god man' who cured the plague is, and what she has to do is to quickly dissociate herself from this plague.

A hint of strangeness flashed in her eyes, and Ning Xiyue spoke: "Feng Ming, do me a favor." After all, Feng Ming is Feng Huayin's person, and Ning Xiyue can trust him more than others.

Even if Feng Huayin knew, it wouldn't matter, because Feng Huayin would definitely keep it secret for her.

Feng Ming came out of the shadows and said respectfully, "Miss Ning, what do you command?" ”

Feng Ming was shocked and admired by Ning Xiyue's repeated events, as long as he thought that Ning Xiyue was likely to be their future housewife, Feng Ming had an inexplicable sense of pride.

knows how to heal, knows how to resource, and can predict prophets, where can I find such a master? Only the peerless prince is compatible with Miss Ning!

Ning Xiyue looked at Feng Ming, who didn't know what she was thinking, with a strange expression, and the corners of her mouth twitched faintly: "Feng Ming, what are you thinking?" ”

Being looked at by Ning Xiyue, Feng Ming hurriedly waved his hand, and said with a straight face: "I didn't think about anything, Miss Ning, what did you call me!" ”

"There's something for you to help with."

Frowning, Ning Xiyue continued: "You go to find someone and ask him to act, pretend to be a monk who has attained Taoism, treat these refugees, and I will give me the money, as long as this person can act, he can keep his mouth shut." ”

Feng Ming frowned, and couldn't figure out why Ning Xiyue did this, but seeing that Ning Xiyue's eyebrows were very solemn, he nodded and agreed, and turned to leave.

Ning Xiyue hooked the corners of her lips self-deprecatingly, this day of Fuchen Kingdom, it seems that it won't be sunny for long......

Early in the morning.

Everyone didn't wait for the news that Ning Xiyue was still alive, so rumors began to spread in the streets and alleys that Ning Xiyue couldn't resist the plague and was already dead.

It is even more lively, and even more so, it has made a fortune because of it.

In the General's Palace.

Lu Wen was lying on the pear blossom recliner, and Bishui on the side was waiting for Lu Wen with a fan.

Ning Jiahe sat on the side and tasted, looking at people who couldn't see what they thought.

"He'er, it's been this hour."

Lu Wen sneered: "Now that Ning Xiyue must have been infected with the plague, and like those refugees, she has become a ghost and a ghost, and she is not saved." ”

"Until the last minute, I always don't want to believe it."

Ning Jiahe's face was a little cold, or rather, she couldn't rest assured that she didn't see Ning Xiyue's corpse.

Lu Wen was helpless: "He'er, you are just too nervous, Ning Xiyue can't be lucky again and again." She is not a fairy, and she can predict the prophet. ”

"But she's good luck again and again!"

Ning Jiahe sighed, the first few times they framed Ning Xiyue, every time they felt that things were definitely fine, and when Ning Xiyue had no way to deny it, Ning Xiyue always suddenly turned around.

Come to think of it, it's really unwilling!

Lu Wen stopped talking, making it clear that he didn't agree with Ning Jiahe's words.

Heaven will not always favor Ning Xiyue's good luck, and Ning Xiyue will definitely not be able to escape this time.

As long as Ning Xiyue is dead, then everything will be simple and smooth......

Prince's Mansion.

"What?"

Feng Yici stood up from the chair abruptly and said in a deep voice, "What you said is true?" ”

"It's true."

The guards kneeling on the ground hurriedly bowed their heads and said: "Last night, the people under the Eighth Prince's subordinates bought a large number of medicinal materials in the pharmacy in the capital and boiled them for those refugees to drink. ”