On this day, Hua Xiong took Guo Jia and his party to drink and have fun outside the city.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that they turned back into the city.

Hua Xiong rode the dragon horse Xiaobai, chatting casually with Guo Jia, Li Ru, Jia Xu and others in the carriage on the side.

At this moment, there was a sudden cry of pain in front of me.

Hua Xiong looked up.

I saw a long funeral procession coming out of the city under the city gate not far away.

The few people who took the lead were dressed in linen and filial piety, and their faces were full of grief.

"Hey, what's going on these days? People died for days on end. ”

Zhang Xiu next to him muttered to himself.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Hua Xiong's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked,

"You just said that people have died in the last few days?"

"Not bad."

Zhang Xiu was also puzzled.

"It's strange to say, the weather has been normal lately, but people in the city have been dying of illness one after another.

I've heard of more than a dozen of them, and most of them are young and strong. ”

Hua Xiong frowned.

If it is the alternation of spring and autumn, or the cold winter wax moon.

The elderly can't bear the heat and cold, so it is understandable that they will die.

But if the weather is normal and the people who die are still young and strong, then there is a problem.

"Go, go, this is the car of the imperial master.

Don't let your bad luck be passed on to my family! ”

A few soldiers who took the lead drove the funeral procession.

Ancient people were more superstitious, and if they went out and met a funeral, they would feel extremely unlucky.

The group of people was startled and hurriedly made way for Hua Xiong.

But Hua Xiong was not in a hurry, but turned over and dismounted and found an old man who took the lead.

"Old man, who are you the dead?"

When the old man saw Huaxiong's majesty, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak.

"Don't be afraid, old man. This is the master of the court, who loves the people like a son. ”

Guo Jia comforted on the side.

Seeing Hua Xiong's gentle attitude, the old man put his mind at ease and explained honestly,

"Lord Hui, the one lying in the coffin is the son of the grass people."

"How old is he?"

"Thirty-five."

"How did he die?"

"A few days ago, I suddenly had a high fever, headache and nausea, and died violently a few days later."

The old man looked sad when he talked about these things.

Seeing the white-haired man sending the black-haired man, the others were also embarrassed.

Hua Xiong's brows furrowed.

Thirty-five years old is the time when you are young and strong.

However, he died suddenly in just a few days, which is really strange.

Everyone else was comforting the old man, and Guo Jia noticed that Hua Xiong's expression was wrong.

He asked in a low voice,

"Lord, what's wrong?"

"I think the old man's son died too strangely.

It's not the plague. ”

Although Hua Xiong's voice was light, it was like thunder to everyone's ears.

"What? Pestilence? ”

"Impossible!"

"If it's a plague, it's miserable!"

When everyone present heard this, their faces changed.

In ancient times, medical skills were not developed, and there was often no good way to deal with the plague.

During the Three Kingdoms period at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty alone, more than 20 plagues broke out.

Every time a plague breaks out, countless people die.

Men and women, young and old, as well as powerful civilians, could not escape the clutches of death.

Among the seven sons of Jian'an, except for Kong Rong and Ruan Yu, who died from other reasons,

The other five were all in the midst of the plague!

Therefore, when the people talk about the plague, they all talk about the change of color!

Everyone looked at Hua Xiong with nervous eyes.

"My lord, if it's a plague, then it's going to be troublesome."

Guo Jia said with a serious face.

The plague is not a joke, once it breaks out, the entire Wancheng is afraid that it will become a dead city!

Hua Xiong shook his head,

"I'm not sure yet. Old man, can I open the coffin and examine your son's body? ”

The old man hesitated.

His son's coffin had been nailed to the ground, and according to tradition, the coffin could not be opened.

"Old man, what are you hesitating about?"

Zhou Cang shouted on the side,

"Why don't you hurry up and let my lord take a look at it to determine if it's a plague or not."

The old man gritted his teeth,

"The grass people obeyed."

Zhou Cang, Huzi and several other personal soldiers stepped forward and prepared to open the coffin.

At this moment, Hua Xiong suddenly stopped them.

"Wait, you take out a piece of cloth first, dip it in water, and cover your mouth and nose."

A few people were stunned, but they still did it honestly.

After the coffin was opened, Hua Xiong glanced at it from a distance, and his face instantly became serious.

The skin of the corpse was bleeding with black spots.

Hua Xiong couldn't help but gasp.

He didn't expect that it would be the famous plague in history, that is, the Black Death!

You know, this thing, in the Middle Ages in Europe, took a third of life!

"Cover the coffin and burn it on the spot!"

Hua Xiong commanded sharply.

"Yes, my lord!"

Huzi and the others rarely saw Hua Xiong's serious appearance, so they immediately covered the coffin and began to look for firewood.

"My lord, this is unacceptable!"

The old man was in a hurry.

The ancients paid attention to entering the earth for peace, and never cremated.

"If you don't want to kill the whole city, listen to me!"

Hua Xiong said in a deep voice.

Seeing that his attitude was so resolute, the old man suddenly didn't dare to speak.

"Huzi, immediately control all the people that the deceased came into contact with before his death.

Be careful not to have direct contact with them.

Also, keep your mouth and nose covered with a damp cloth, you know? ”

Hua Xiong ordered.

"Understood!"

Huzi, they immediately took action.

Hua Xiong and his party returned to their residence and held a meeting.

"My lord, just now I asked my subordinates to investigate.

Nearly a hundred people have died in the city in the past few days, and the symptoms are similar to those of the previous one. ”

Zhang Xiu's face was a little embarrassed.

It was now certain that there was indeed an outbreak of plague in the city.

Hearing this, everyone present gasped in unison.

There was a look of fear on their faces.

"Lord, if it doesn't work, let's withdraw first!"

Yu Jian suggested uneasily.

Although the others didn't speak, the expressions on their faces were deeply agreed.

If they are allowed to go into battle and kill the enemy, they are not afraid.

But in the face of this terrible plague that kills invisibly, they are indeed afraid.

"Withdraw?"

Hua Xiong shook his head,

"If we can withdraw, what will the people of Wancheng do?

Do you want to let them stay here and die?! ”

"The people of Wancheng are also the people of the imperial court, I won't leave them alone!"

Hua Xiong's words made Yu Ban and the others look a little ashamed.

In the face of the terrible plague, they were all intimidated.

However, Huaxiong loves the people like a son and is unwilling to abandon the people.

In this comparison, Huaxiong's image is so tall and majestic!

"Then my lord, what should we do now?"

Guo Jia frowned and asked.

Everyone else also looked at Hua Xiong with expectant eyes.

After all, they are good at marching and fighting, not fighting the plague.

Hua Xiong thought for a moment and looked at Zhang Xiu, "What kind of doctor is there in the city?" ”

Zhang Xiu nodded, "There is a filial piety named Zhang Zhongjing, who is good at asking people. ”