A soldier waved his hand at the boy and drove away: "Get out, I'm sick and still move forward, get farther away......"

The boy shrunk his neck, he wanted to say that he was not sick, but out of fear, he walked away.

Seeing the boy leaving, the soldier who drove him laughed loudly: "What a little fool, you have to help carry firewood!" ”

"It's all fools...... the soldier who poured the oil said without raising his head, "They still cut and picked up all this firewood." ”

Those people don't have long brains or memories at all, they believe what they hear, since the court declared that this plague was the curse of Bian Jun, and promised to heal them, these people have only been grateful to the court for Dade.

Some people are so sick that they can't walk steadily, but every time they see them, they have to kowtow, they are as thin as firewood, and they diligently help them collect firewood.

But they did not know that these firewood were not brought to them to boil water for cooking, but to cook for them.

"You've all raised donkeys, right? I see that it is almost ......," the soldier who poured the oil continued in a tone of self-perceived superiority: "A donkey is better to feed than a horse, more tame than a horse, and more hard-working than a horse...... When my father went up to the mountain to work, he could go home and carry water and food to my father up the mountain. Later, when the donkey got old and wanted to kill it for meat, my father took a knife to kill the donkey, and guess what? It didn't hide, it just stood there watching us, and the blood was running dry before it fell...... Silly or not! ”

The two soldiers beside him laughed.

There was a young soldier who did not want to laugh, and he did not think it was funny, but he thought that the donkey was pathetic and pitiful, and that he should not be ridiculed in this way, but if he said such a thing, then he would be a joke.

This is often the case in this world, especially in today's world, and many times he can't tell how to judge right from wrong.

But looking through the cracks in the shack and looking at the people who knew nothing, he couldn't help but say, "But...... Aren't the people sent by the imperial court to heal them already coming? Why do you have to ......"

"Heal?" The soldiers beside him sneered, "What to heal?" If you really want to settle them all, let alone 20,000 or 30,000 people, eat, drink and take medicine every day, when will it be a leader? Lao Tzu's military salaries are tight, how can there be so much silver to fill the stomachs of these useless people. ”

The soldier still didn't feel good in his heart: "But General Xiao has confessed ......"

This time, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a cold eye: "Don't forget, our boss's surname is Li." ”

Fearing that the stupid-looking young soldier would not understand, the speaker added: "It's the saint's nephew!" ”

Isn't the skewed attitude of the saints evident enough?

In today's situation, you can't go wrong by following orders.

Another companion patted the young soldier on the shoulder and "comforted" him: "God will punish the dead, there is no way to do it......

As for the thorough investigation and investigation afterwards, it is naturally Bian Chunliang's sin.

"Now that Bian's military strength is about to run out, when we win the battle, we will return to Beijing cleanly to receive the reward......

When people die cleanly, things will naturally be clean.

The soldier lowered his head and looked at his palms, which were dirty and black from carrying firewood, with a blank expression...... Is it clean?

When everything was ready, some soldiers lit torches.

At this time, the little boy who had just left walked over with an old man, and when the old man saw the torch, he couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly bowed his waist and saluted: "Little old man has a lot to ask, I don't know what ...... you military masters are."

He looked to be fifty or sixty years old, wearing a shabby robe, and several soldiers recognized him, and this man had some prestige among the people, and it is said that before Bian's army entered Yuezhou City, he was also a wealthy and philanthropic outsider.

Most of the people who lived in these rows of shacks followed him.

Seeing that the old man had clearly realized something at the moment, but was still careful to please, the soldier who had just talked about the old things about the donkey smiled playfully: "Outside the old man, my brothers are about to help you heal!" ”

As he spoke, the soldier with the torch had lowered the torch and lit the dry wood drenched in the oil.

The fire spread with a "bang", and the old man was shocked and asked in a panic: "Ladies and gentlemen, why is this!" This is absolutely unacceptable! ”

In desperation, the old man hurriedly pounced on him, and was about to grab the torch, but the smiling soldier smiled and kicked the old man back to the ground.

The boy was so frightened that he cried: "...... Outside the left! ”

The old man said to the little boy: "Little jacket, ...... quickly Let's run! ”

When the boy heard this, he turned around and ran, crying and shouting: "The military master has set the fire, let everyone run quickly!" ”

"Old thing!" The soldier stepped on the old man's back, drew his knife and explained: "It's all guarded, and those who dare to run out will be killed, and then thrown back and burned clean!" ”

The old man who was trampled on the ground cried and begged: "I beg you to be kind, these are innocent people, and there are many children who have not been sick......

No one heeded his words, and the spreading fire soon encircled the shacks erected on three sides into a sea of fire.

Hundreds of people are housed here, and dozens of paces away, another gathering shack has begun to prepare for a fire.

The people cried and tried to flee, but soldiers stood guard at the exit, like a Yama guarding hell.

The lieutenant sent by Li Xian watched from the sidelines, and at this time, his men reported that the Qin Cha had arrived.

The lieutenant turned his head to look, and when he saw that there was really a procession of chariots and horses approaching, he frowned lightly and took a few steps forward.

These messengers came faster than expected, and came directly to the place where the people were settled, which was more attentive than he had imagined.

The leader was Song Xian, who saw the fire in front of him, his face immediately changed, he got off his horse, walked forward quickly, and immediately asked, "What happened!" ”

The deputy general glanced at his official uniform, and said in a rather kind tone: "My lord is a little safe, but the shack accidentally walked into the water." ”

Song Xian's intuition was wrong: "Then why is no one to put out the fire!" ”

He fixed his eyes and saw that some people were crying and fleeing, but they were blocked by the fire, and with a buzz in his head, he blurted out: "...... Are you going to set fire to these people?! ”

The lieutenant's face was slightly gloomy: "My lord, be careful!" ”

Song Xian wanted to speak again, followed by Fang Ting, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites who got out of the carriage, and the deputy general raised his hand to salute Fang Ting: "I have seen Lord Qincha, and the lowly position is Yan Chenglu, the deputy general under the command of the Korean Gong." ”

The intention of self-reporting is self-evident.

Fang Ting frowned quickly, and then immediately motioned to his subordinates to let the team of healers in the rear slow down and not rush to get close to this place.

This move made Song Xian's eyebrows beat wildly: "Lord Fang, they are setting fire to the people suffering from the epidemic!" ”

Fang Ting raised his hand and interrupted Song Xian's words.

The adjutant surnamed Yan sneered and glanced at the stunned young official, arched his hand towards Fang Ting, turned around and walked away.

Song Xian was anxious: "Fang Shilang ......"

"Song Yushi can know what kind of holy order we came here for this trip?" Fang Ting looked at Song Xian and said, "Quell the epidemic and stop the spread of the plague." ”

The anxiety in Song Xian's heart suddenly seemed to be frozen.

What does this mean?

Is the way to quell the epidemic is to kill everyone?

"Although this method is ......," Fang Ting sighed, "it is the safest." ”

And this is under the jurisdiction of the military, and the Han Gong is the nephew of the saint, if they quarrel with the subordinates of the Han Gong because of this, it is not a good choice, and it does not make much sense.

"Steady ......" Song Xian was irritated and asked in a low voice: "Dare to ask, is this the order of the sage?" ”

Fang Ting looked at him, shook his head, and reminded him with a reminder in his eyes: "Song Yushi, you and I both know that the saint has never been so instructed-"

The saints just let them solve the plague.

Song Xian understood - the saint will not make it explicit, but there is no shortage of courtiers who act according to the holy will...... In this way, no matter what the outcome, the saint will never go wrong.

Is this the wisest way to be a king?

"Song Yushi came to recommend himself this time, and the reason why the saint agreed, it is enough to see the meaning of the saint's promotion and reuse......" Fang Ting sighed and reminded: "After returning to Beijing this time, Lord Song will definitely have another promotion ......"

With such a promising young man, he is happy to mention a few more words.

Song Xian's mind was only buzzing, intersecting? You don't have to do anything, and watching these people burn alive is good enough to make a difference, right? Then this errand is really "easy".

Song Xian felt the fire scorching the air and the heat wave rolling in, but an endless chill came from the soles of his feet.

Fang Ting raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and finally said, "Lord Song is still too young...... Everything needs to be thought out and focused on the big picture. ”

Song Xian took a step back, lowered his eyes, and raised his hand to give a salute: "Thank you Lord Fang for reminding me, the pros and cons of the importance are all clear." ”

Fang Ting was relieved, nodded and said, "Let's go back to the car with me and talk in detail......

As he spoke, he turned around, and Song Xian followed him with his head lowered and walked back.

Song Xian's ten fingers in his sleeves were clenched into palms, and countless voices in his head were mixed, official career, future, emperor's heart, and the overall situation...... These are all very important, and if they are put out casually, they are all like a big mountain, which is enough to make a six-rank official who has no foundation in the court crush his bones and never recover.

The heat wave behind him was scorching, and Song Xian still felt that every inch of his body was cold and stiff.

A terrible shout came from behind him, and Song Xian's body stiffened, as if he felt that there was a stone that was aimed at with a slingshot and hit in the face.

He listened again, and the cries for help grew louder and denser, like thicker and denser stones falling heavily on his face, and on his body—just as he had done when he had been bullied by Ming Jin.

The humiliation and powerlessness at that time suddenly came to my heart.

What flashed in my mind was the old appearance of the young prince who rode back to Beijing.

In the past, the man gave him justice because he was capable of doing so, and now he is still very weak......

Song Xianmeng closed his eyes.

“…… Lord Song! ”

The official's exclamation sounded, and Fang Ting looked back, only to see Song Xian suddenly turn over and get on the horse.

"Drive!"

Song Xian drove his horse and galloped in the direction of the fire.

Now his abilities are still slim......

But if he is not even willing to take out this meager strength to seek justice for others today, even if he is in a high position in the future, he is only destined to be a corpse vegetarian!

He's not going to be like that!

The child who was tied to a tree and bullied in the past did not allow himself to be like that!

"I am Qin sent Song Xian, and the saint has an order not to hurt the people suffering from the epidemic in the slightest! Those who violate the order will be regarded as disobeying the order and will be severely punished! ”

Song Xian rode his horse and shouted, ripped off the official card on his waist, and said loudly.

Seeing that he was wearing an official robe, the soldiers in charge of guarding were all panicked when they heard this-the saint is not allowed to kill the plague people? Could anyone be mistaken?

When it comes to the Holy Order, no one dares to be careless, and the people whose clothes are burned also heard this shout, and when they saw those soldiers hurriedly collecting their swords, they rushed out.

Song Xian jumped off the horse and took out the "official authority" that he had never shown: "Extinguish the fire!" Save! ”

"This official is here by holy command! Let's see who dares to hurt the people! ”

He hurried and shouted, and then jerked away a stunned soldier and pulled up the old man who was trampled on the ground.

The old man got up with difficulty and burst into tears: "This adult ......"

Song Xian hugged him and said urgently in the old man's ear: "Let's go...... Come on! ”

The old man's body stiffened for a moment, and the eyes that looked at Song Xian were even more grateful, and he didn't care about giving a salute, but he limped into the fire and commanded the people to flee.

Fortunately, the shacks were built in the open air, and although many of the people were injured, they were not incapacitated by inhaling large amounts of smoke.

Fang Ting sighed anxiously: "Confused...... How dare you falsely preach the holy will! ”

In this way, no matter how it ends later, even if this Song Xian will not be punished on the surface, it is absolutely impossible for him to be reused by the saint again!

I have been studying hard for more than ten years, and my future is ruined, which is really confused!

Therefore, we can't let these stunned young people be put directly on top of their jobs without tempering and precipitation!

The adjutant general surnamed Yan scolded Shengniang and tried to re-command the soldiers, but the situation was chaotic, the voices were mixed, and as the people kept fleeing, the situation seemed to be about to get out of control.

Song Xian knew that he couldn't really save these people on his own, so he hurriedly grabbed a soldier who helped help the people out of the fire, and tried to ask: "...... Are you General Xiao Min Xiao's man? ”

Sure enough, the soldier nodded repeatedly.

Song Xian hurriedly said: "Quickly report the situation here to General Xiao!" ”

Because he was worried about the plague, he knew more about the situation here, and knew that it was Xiao Min who took the initiative to save and resettle thousands of people suffering from the plague.

The soldier choked on tears and said, "Someone has gone to report to the general!" ”

They were ordered by General Xiao to properly settle the people, and the reason why they did not stop Li Xian's subordinates this time was not because they were disloyal to General Xiao, on the contrary, because they saw the attitude of the emperor, they did not dare to make a decision for General Xiao, who is now sick-

Some people do whatever it takes to make meritorious contributions, and some people are forced to survive in the gap between human nature and power.

Song Xian: "I'm afraid that someone will intercept it, for the sake of safety, you will report it again!" ”

"Yes!"

The soldier was just about to leave, but Song Xian hurriedly asked again: "Wait, how many such sheds are there?" ”

“…… There are more than a dozen! On the other side, the boy who had run out to tell the news, answered the girl in the carriage, stretched out his hand to point ahead, and cried, "From this village, to that village!" A lot of people! ”

"Don't be afraid, don't cry!" The girl stretched out her hand to him: "Come, get in the car and lead the way, let's go to report together!" (End of chapter)