Feiying, who heard Liang Zhao's words on the side, remained silent on his face, but he also remembered Yan Xi in his heart.

But what Feiying thought and what Liang Zhao thought were just the opposite, after so many things before, he already had a good impression of Yan Xi, but Yan Xi drugged them, and he always couldn't let go.

The prince is so attentive to her, why does she still sneak away? That woman, in the end, has no heart, or has never taken their prince to heart.

Tonight, Xiao Zhihan was furious because he saw the letter sent by the Second Department of Qiankun and learned that Yan Xi had still not been found, which directly triggered the blood curse in his body. Seeing that this time the blood curse was more serious than any previous one, Feiying's dissatisfaction with Yan Xi increased by two points.

After another quarter of an hour, Xiao Zhihan's movement in the room gradually laughed. When Feiying and Liang Zhao, who were standing in the courtyard, could no longer hear any sound coming from Xiao Zhihan's room, the two of them walked towards Xiao Zhihan's room.

Pushing open the door, there was a faint trace of killing intent from Feiying's body, which was fleeting.

Their prince is the son of the emperor, and he should have been glorious and wealthy all his life, and he was respected by others, but because of a heavenly oracle received by the national teacher, he ended up in such a situation.

After calming down, Feiying and Liang Zhao walked to Xiao Zhihan's bed.

Xiao Zhihan's limbs were chained by wrist-thick chains, and his movements were restricted to the greatest extent.

Because of the blood curse just now, Xiao Zhihan had already exhausted his physical strength and fainted in pain. The black clothes on his body had long been soaked with sweat, his hair was scattered on his cheeks, and there were a few strands of sweat-soaked hair, sticking to his pale face without any blood.

Feiying and Liang Zhao quickly and carefully untied the chains that locked Xiao Zhihan, and helped Xiao Zhihan who had fainted to lie on the bed. Putting away the chains beside the bed, Feiying and Liang Zhao walked out quietly.

As for Xiao Zhihan's sweat-soaked clothes, they were not unwilling to change Xiao Zhihan, but they didn't dare.

Once, Xiao Zhihan couldn't bear the torture of the blood curse and fainted in pain. Feiying, who went to untie Xiao Zhihan's chains, couldn't bear Xiao Zhihan to fall asleep in wet clothes, so he was ready to change into a clean set of clothes for him.

But as soon as Feiying's hand touched Xiao Zhihan's clothes, he was slapped away by Xiao Zhihan, who suddenly opened his eyes. If it weren't for Xiao Zhihan's blood curse just now, his body was still weak, and he would definitely not have seen the sun on the second day after receiving Xiao Zhihan's palm. But even so, the flying shadow who suffered that palm was injured for half a month before he could walk on the ground.

From then on, no one dared to be presumptuous in front of Xiao Zhihan no matter what the reason was.

"The emperor is angry."

Above the court hall of Xiao Guo, hundreds of civil and military officials knelt neatly in the main hall. The crown prince Xiao Chenyu was wearing a prince python robe, and stood at the front of the hundred officials with a serious face.

On the ground paved with blue bricks, there is a book that has been thrown down, and the words "Pingcheng Plague" can be faintly seen on the fold.

At the very front of the main hall, on the steps of the nine-step carved dragon and phoenix, there is a dragon chair cast in pure gold and an imperial book case.

After the imperial book case, on the dragon chair, sat Xiao Deyong, the emperor of Xiao State. The five-clawed golden dragon embroidered by the best embroiderers hovers over the dragon robe, showing the majesty of the emperor.

Xiao Deyong glared angrily at the hundred officials in the court, and the twelve crowns on his crown shook slightly.

"What's the use of raising you? But a plague has made such a big fuss! ”

Xiao Deyong slapped his palm on the imperial book case, and there was a slight collision sound from the tea cup placed on the imperial book case, and a few drops of tea in the tea cup spilled and fell on Xiao Deyong's hand.

Fang Cai said that the plague in Pingcheng was out of control, and more and more people died, so it should not be ignored. And there are already people in the market who have spread it in private, because God can't see Xiao Deyong's cruelty, so this plague has been sent down as a warning.

When he heard this, Xiao Deyong was angry, and directly asked the speaker to be put out and killed on the spot.

Although the hundred officials were accustomed to Xiao Deyong's tyranny, but at this time, seeing him just because the official relayed a few rumors in the market, he immediately killed him, and the hundred officials still couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

"The emperor is angry, and the plague in Pingcheng is fierce, which is different from the plagues that have appeared in previous years. Doctors from all over the country have gone to Pingcheng to rescue, but there has been no significant progress so far......"

Song Xiuming, the city lord of Pingcheng, saw Xiao Deyong angry, gritted his teeth and knelt and took two steps forward, telling Xiao Deyong about the situation in Pingcheng.

The plague broke out suddenly a month ago, and the symptoms were extremely obvious. The infected people were first covered with red rashes all over their bodies, and their bodies were cold as if they had just been fished out of the river on a cold day, but those people were talking about heat in their mouths. As the disease becomes severe, the symptoms of those people will disappear little by little, but the person will fall into a coma. When all the symptoms were gone, the man died in a coma.

Those who died of the plague had their skin like tissue paper, torn by touch. Pus and blood will flow from the place where the hole is broken, and it will have an unbearable stench. But anyone who touches the pus and blood will be infected with the plague in an instant.

From the beginning of the disease to the present, almost half of the people in Pingcheng have been infected with the plague, in order to prevent the entire Pingcheng army from being wiped out, Song Xiuming has completely isolated the infected people from the people who are not infected under great pressure.

Song Xiuming's excerpt about the plague had been handed to the capital as early as the beginning of the outbreak of the plague in Pingcheng, but the capital did not respond for a long time.

The surrounding cities were worried that the plague of Heicheng would spread to their city, and after consulting with each other, they sent heavy troops to surround Heicheng, and they were not allowed to enter or leave.

Seeing that those doctors who came to support were helpless against the Pingcheng plague, some people even accidentally contracted the plague in the process of treatment and lost their lives. An unprecedented fear brewed among the people of Pingcheng, but they were not allowed to enter or leave the city, so those people stayed outside the city lord's mansion every day, asking Song Xiuming to give them an explanation.

couldn't wait for a reply from the capital, and Song Xiuming, under the cover of several henchmen, escaped from Pingcheng with great difficulty. But when he arrived at the capital quickly, he found that none of the folds he handed over were not presented to the emperor.

In desperation, Song Xiuming found a few old friends who were officials in the same year to help, and only then did he get such an opportunity to face the saints in the court.

Even if Xiao Deyong is angry now, he may be killed if he is not careful, but for the sake of the people of Pingcheng, he can't help but do nothing.

"I beg the emperor to have mercy on tens of thousands of people in Pingcheng."

Song Xiuming told the truth about the current situation in Pingcheng, and in the end, he couldn't even control his voice and trembled. As soon as he finished speaking, he was in the main hall, constantly kowtowing to Xiao Deyong.

If nothing is done above the court, almost none of the tens of thousands of people trapped in Pingcheng will survive.

Even if those who are infected with the plague have only one way to die, but those who have not been infected with the plague, they are the great luck in this misfortune, why should they be deprived of them together.

"Xie Lin, I remember that when you were in Wuzhou, there was also a plague. Why don't you tell Song Xiuming how to solve it! ”

After listening to Song Xiuming's words, Xiao Deyong's anger gradually calmed down because he heard the rumors about the Pingcheng plague in the market.

It's just some pariahs, who die when they die, and they dare to proclaim in private that he, the emperor, is mediocre, which is simply a great rebellion!

"Your Majesty, the plague in Wuzhou is too serious, and no one in the city has been spared. In order to prevent the plague from flowing out of Wuzhou, the minister closed the city with heavy troops, gathered all the people who died from the plague in one place, and set fire to the corpses. ”

Xie Lin, the young secretary of Dali Temple who was named by Xiao Deyong, trembled slightly, and only then did he use some flattering words to say the solution to the plague in Wuzhou.

Hearing what Xie Lin said, several of the hundred officials kneeling on the ground let out a low sigh, and some raised their heads and glared angrily at Xie Lin.

The plague in Wuzhou back then had clearly found a way to treat it. But this Xie Lin, in the plague in Wuzhou, not to mention the closure of the city, but also killed all those who were not seriously infected with the plague, and burned their corpses with a fire.

That year, those who failed to escape from Wuzhou stayed in Wuzhou completely.

Probably even God is taking pity on those people in Wuzhou, after the fire and the corpses were burned, it rained heavily in Wuzhou for a whole month.

Xie Lin was reprimanded by the officials, and half of the hundred officials disdained his actions, and asked Xiao Deyong to blame him.

However, after Xiao Deyong clearly understood the causes and consequences of the Wuzhou plague, not only did he not blame Xie Lin, but praised him for his decisiveness, and directly transferred him to the capital and became the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

Now Xiao Deyong asked Xie Lin to instruct Song Xiuming on how to deal with the plague in Pingcheng, I am afraid that Pingcheng will also end up in the second Wuzhou.

"Your Majesty, half of the people of Pingcheng have not been infected with the plague, if you follow Lord Xie's method, I am afraid that it will be inappropriate."

Hearing Xie Lin's words, Song Siming only felt that the blood in his whole body had become cold.

"Lord Song, as far as this official knows, the plague in Pingcheng is much more serious than the plague in Wuzhou back then. Lord Song, if you don't hurry up and deal with it, once the plague flows out of Pingcheng, it will not be the tens of thousands of people in Pingcheng who will suffer, but the entire Xiao Kingdom! ”

Seeing that Song Xiuming still wanted to fight for a glimmer of life for the people of Pingcheng, Xie Lin sneered in his heart.

This Song Xiuming is really stubborn, the emperor's attitude has been expressed so obviously, he still wants to fight for it.

The plague in Wuzhou back then, he didn't want to do that, but the two of the disaster relief silver allocated by the emperor, not to mention disaster relief, was not even enough to buy medicinal materials, what could he do?

Because the plague in Wuzhou has not been solved for a long time, rumors have already flowed out that the emperor is a faint king, if this matter reaches the ears of the emperor, as the lord of Wuzhou, he will only have a dead end. So, he didn't stop doing anything, and in one night he killed all the people infected with the plague, and burned their corpses with a fire.

His approach was too angry, and the rumors in the market naturally transferred to him.

These things are naturally clear in the emperor's heart.

What was decisive in that plague, it was clear that he used his reputation to maintain the emperor's reputation, and he was exceptionally promoted to the position of Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

"Just do what Schelling does!"

When Xiao Deyong heard Song Xiuming's words, a touch of impatience flashed in his eyes.