Ji Duoyou thought for a while, but still put away the Tianyue Sword, and sighed lightly, "I'll let you go!"

Although he had a faint premonition in his heart, when he heard this, Tu Ge still didn't dare to believe it: "Brother Duoyou, don't you really ------ you want me to go back and ask King Zhou for credit?"

"Who do you think of me?" Duoyou stood up angrily, and the bronze scabbard on his waist refracted the afterglow of the setting sun into a dazzling sharpness: "If you lead the crowd to intercept any of my soldiers and civilians in the Great Zhou at this time, I will not show mercy, and the Tianyue Sword will take your head as the leader." But you are only ----- the rest of your life after the catastrophe, how can I take advantage of the danger of others?"

He thought for a moment, let go of the reins in his hand, and patted the yellow hussay's buttocks. The horses have been together for a long time, and they have a very tacit understanding, and they immediately understand and slowly gallop into the depths of the trees on the side of the road. Duoyou handed the whip to Tu Ge and whispered, "When I am far away, you will go to the forest to find the yellow horse and ride it back to the lynx grassland." Don't set foot in the surrounding soil again in this life! If not, I will not spare any mercy!"

Tu Ge was deeply moved, and took the horsewhip with tears in his eyes. He touched his slightly lame right leg, and his competitive heart suddenly turned cold. The grassland people have always revered the strong, but they only returned from being captured with a broken leg, and the elders of the country talked about it, and almost everyone felt that he Tu Ge could no longer be regarded as a lynx warrior, and he was not qualified to inherit the throne at all. But why did he refuse to accept his fate like this?

Thinking of this, the tribulation of the grassland prince sighed deeply, and solemnly swore an oath: "Immortal Heaven is above, and I, Tu Ge, swear here, that I will never set foot in the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty again in this life, and never be an enemy of Brother Duoyou!" If you break this oath, there will be five thunderstorms in the sky!"

Ji Duoyou nodded, suddenly only felt a little tired, and walked silently in the direction of the team, refusing to look back at him------

There is still a distance from seeing the main wall of Hokyo from a distance to actually entering the north gate. By the time Ji Duoyou entered with more than ten riders, it was already the beginning of night. Under the moon-hung sky, the city was lined with gray-white walls, straight streets, and dark shadows of trees, as if they had never been disturbed by the footsteps of wanderers or the barking of dogs.

"Is there a curfew?" Ji Tayu asked, as a person who had been confined in the palace for many days, his impression of Hokyo was still stuck in the way it was before the pandemic.

The general replied flatteringly, "General, you don't know. In the past two months, it is not said that it is night in the capital city, and it is so deserted in the daytime. Those who can't come out won't come out, and they're all afraid!"

As he spoke, he suddenly said "Huh", and Ji Duoyou followed the prestige, but he was also suspicious. This road leads to the long street, turn the corner, but see the long street people coming and going, not to say that it is noisy and extraordinary, but it is also in and out, endless.

After quietly observing for a while, I saw that the flow of people seemed to be coming in and out of a certain pavilion on the other side of the long street, and all those who entered were full of hope without exception. What can come out of this seems to be two moods, one is elated as if it is about to be amnestied, and the other is depressed, like mourning------

"Let's go and see what's going on?" Ji Tayou commanded.

After a while, the young general returned, with an unbelievable look on his face, and he bowed his hand and said, "General, there was a medical hall in the original Fengmingtai, and there was a divine doctor sitting in the consultation. It only takes a glance for him to know whether the infected person can be saved, and if he is saved, he will prescribe medicine, go home and take three or five servings, and he will be fine; If they are not saved, they are called home to prepare for the aftermath, so these people are mixed blessings."

"What?" Ji Duoyou straightened up on the horse: "There is such a thing? Did it work? Don't be some charlatan, right?"

"I can't. The last general has inquired clearly." The general came closer and whispered, "There are rumors in the city that when the Son of Heaven was unable to escape the palace, he discovered this medical hall by chance. These days, the Imperial Physician's Office in the palace is taking medicine from here in a cart, and the word spreads throughout the city."

"Oh, I see." Ji Duoyou breathed a sigh of relief, whether the epidemic prescription handed over by Tu Ge was true or false, now it is like falling into the clouds, if King Zhou can really get the way to solve the epidemic from other channels, it is also God bless me Zhou! Luckily!

According to Ji Duoyou's heart, his first priority after entering the city is self-reliant

I wanted to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to see if Zhao Bohu and his family were okay. But his subordinates reminded him that he was ordered by the king to quell the rebellion, and now that he came back, the first priority was to return to the king of Zhou, and the general of the ministry had heard that everything was fine in the Prime Minister's Mansion. He relieved himself and galloped in the direction of the palace.

"General Ziliang, it's your fault! It turns out that the epidemic prescription you brought back is real, and it turns out that the gang of people from the Tai Medical Department are useless!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as they met, Zhou Li Wang Jihu praised him clearly, which flattered him.

It was only when he talked about the fourth prince's royal father that Ji Hu showed a worried look on his face: "The fourth brother was born and had a bad fate. It's all because this brother is useless! If the queen mother is still alive, with her wisdom and wisdom, how can there be such a catastrophe?"

Only when mentioning his dead mother will Ji Hu reveal a rare look of sadness, like a helpless child. Ji Duoyou only then thought that although the young man in front of him was already the king of the supreme throne in the world, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy in the final analysis!

He said two words of comfort in a clumsy tongue, and Ji Hu probably saw that he was in a hurry overnight, dusty, and tired, so he asked him to go back to the house to rest for a while.

"My lord," the chamberlain turned out from behind the screen like a ghost, holding a cup of fragrant tea in his hand, and raised it respectfully above his head. Ji Hu couldn't bear it, so he quickly took it: "Aja, why do you have to be like this? It's just a matter of letting the people below do these small things, so why do you need to do it yourself?"

"The king's drinking and eating are all things bigger than the sky, and the disciples below are still young and still need to be trained before they can enter the eyes of the king." The chamberlain Jia Bi replied respectfully.

"You-" Ji Hu let out a long sigh, put the fragrant tea to his lips and took a sip, and said with great satisfaction, "It's exactly seven points hot, okay!"

"The Great King—" The chamberlain Jia glanced in the direction of Ji Duoyou's exit from the palace, bowed his head and muttered, "You say, what's going on with this plague recipe? Why can't the palace doctor save a life, but Mr. Rongyi can?"

"Lone didn't understand it at first, but now I finally understand it." Ji Hu put down the teacup and said slowly, "It turns out that its joints are only effective for people who have just been infected with the epidemic and have certain symptoms, but if it is delayed for a long time, the evil qi will enter the body deeply, and it will be invalid. The palace people treated by the imperial doctor in the palace have all been infected with the epidemic for a long time, and they can't be saved if they don't know what to do. But Mr. Rongyi has mastered this trick, and he will hit every shot with every shot."

"Isn't that right?" The chamberlain Jia smiled and said, "This Rongyi is now the savior of our pickaxe capital! If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have been able to use this recipe, would we?"

Ji Hu chewed carefully, feeling that this sentence was quite profound, and his brows gradually tightened------