After hearing these words, Rong followed behind him and hurriedly looked at Ji Qirui worriedly, and found that his face was already pale. Because he is most accustomed to comparing himself with others, and that person is still someone he does not like.

Afraid that Ji Qirui would lose his temper here, Rong men spoke first and persuaded him: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, they are all some people who don't understand anything, and you have to take everything you say and do to your heart." If you don't say that, I'm afraid Ji Qirui will blame them, and then make a fuss.

"How could Prince Ben have a problem with them? These Diao people are short-sighted, and they will also think of the good of Lao Jiu for a while, and when they know what Prince Ben has paid for them, they will definitely come to thank Prince Dadeben." Ji Qirui originally really wanted to be angry, but since Rong had already said this, he couldn't really have a seizure, so he used these words to hide his emotions.

Now they breathed a sigh of relief, and they didn't care what Ji Qirui said, they just felt that the most important thing was to appease him.

But at this time, I heard a passing person say, "These Nine Emperor Princes help the needy and do everything themselves. It really has the look of the co-lord of the world." As soon as these words came out, Ji Qirui's anger was instantly ignited. After all, the crown prince is him, and the future prince and emperor will be him, but now some people say that Ji Qimu has the look of being an emperor, and he is naturally unwilling.

Rong sighed helplessly after being surprised, it seemed that the words of comfort he had just made were all in vain.

"How can it be! It's presumptuous!" Ji Qirui looked at the figures of the people in the distance, and just wanted to step forward to condemn them, but they were stopped by Rong. "Your Highness, don't be impulsive. The most important thing at the moment is not to care what they say, but to leave them with nothing to say. The real source is not in them."

Recently, there have been rumors in the court that Ji Qirui's position as the crown prince is not guaranteed, and the emperor has indeed shown some of it, and he is not as close to the queen Xiao Xirou as before, and some things are no longer remembered to let Ji Qirui handle it for the first time, but are handed over to others, so the position of the prince is so precarious, if Ji Qirui is detained as tyrannical at this juncture because of the punishment of the people, this prince will have to be handed over.

Finally, Ji Qirui finally calmed down again.

"Then you say, how can we get them to shut up? This prince has a noble status, how could they have made up their backs to commit crimes and arbitrarily arrange them? And this Lao Jiu, who actually stole the limelight from what this prince was going to do, there are really no rules." Ji Qirui was angry in his heart, but because he was concerned about his identity and face, he could only roar in a low voice.

He looked at Ji Qimu who was handing out porridge and water in the distance, and suddenly thought of an idea when his eyes turned, so he hurriedly asked the Rong people beside him, "For a hundred years. Are many officials dying of infections in the suppression of the plague?"

Rong didn't expect him to ask such a question, so he nodded and responded, "Yes, because this plague is extremely contagious, and if you accidentally touch it or handle it improperly afterwards, you may be infected. Because it was discovered late and did not receive timely medical treatment, many people died here. Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, don't do stupid things, this kind of thing is not child's play, if you really get infected, it will outweigh the losses."

According to his understanding of Ji Qirui, he knows that it is easy for him to do some extreme things because of comparing himself with Ji Qimu, and it is good to be able to fight, but if he is not careful, he is not worth it.

"Why is it so ugly? Stupid? When has Prince Ben ever done something stupid? Come up." Ji Qirui said unhappily, and immediately prepared to get into the carriage and discuss this matter with him again.

Do you do less stupid things? Rong thought in his heart and hurriedly followed.

After returning to the carriage, Ji Qirui said with confidence and boldness: "Since it is easy to be infected with the plague, then you can find an opportunity for Lao Jiu to also contact them, remember to be unaware." He was now murderous, and this plague was his chance.

Rong frowned slightly, he didn't expect that Ji Qirui was so bold now, and he actually began to think about this kind of thing.

"Yes." It is indeed not easy to be found if this juncture is moved, but there is still a risk, after all, there are still Ji Changye and Song Qian here, if they are caught, it will be unclear.

But look at Ji Qi

Rui's determined appearance, Rong didn't have much to say, so he could only agree to do it later.

Ji Qimu raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and when he raised his eyes, he found that Song Qian and Ji Changye were walking from not far away.

"Nine Emperor Princes, it's been a hard work." Song Qian poured a bowl of water for him and said.

"Thank you, sister-in-law. I'm just a porridge, no harder than you were in that place. Have you ever eaten? If you don't have one, drink some porridge, at least to replenish some energy." After saying that, he was about to go to Sheng, but was stopped by Song Qian.

Looking at the thin people around him, Song Qian shook his head: "That's it, we're not hungry yet. These porridges are prepared for the people, don't be enough, thank you to the Nine Emperors."

Ji Changye also chimed in and said, "That's it, let's leave it to the people."

Ji Qimu had no choice but to put down the spoon.

At this moment, Ji Qirui got out of the carriage casually and came to the three of them, because Song Qian and Ji Changye were standing beside him, so he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief in fear.

"His Royal Highness the Prince."

The trio saluted.

Ji Qirui responded, then looked at the porridge with less rice and more water, and his eyes revealed disgust, and then said to the attendants who followed behind him, "Go and bring a bag of grain and rice, add it to the pot, make the porridge thicker, and distribute it to the people." He deliberately said it very loudly, in order to let others know that he had done this, thinking that he could be a head taller than Ji Qimu.

Ji Qimu, who knew his careful thoughts, didn't say much, after all, he could make the people eat better, no matter what, it was good, so he praised him according to his thoughts: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really sympathetic to the people's feelings, and the people will definitely praise you now."

Maybe Ji Qirui will be happy, he can add two more bags, so that the people can eat more.

Song Qian looked at Ji Qimu, and the two of them really thought of this.

So Song Qian also spoke: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cares about the world, and he is full of virtue, and the grass people admire him."

Ji Changye knew what the two of them were going to do when they sang and cooperated, so he watched the show quietly on the side without saying a word.

Sure enough, Ji Qirui's face gradually became joyful, and finally he couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, obviously using their words, so he waved his hand and asked people to bring two bags of grain and rice. Although the attendant reminded them that this was their rations, Ji Qirui was so dazed at this time that he couldn't listen to it at all and insisted on boiling porridge for the people.

Afterwards, listening to the praise of the people, Ji Qirui was satisfied, and at this time, Rong rushed back to report his progress, but when he learned about it, he was very helpless about Ji Qirui's actions.

"Your Highness the Prince, what should we do on our way back? It's going to take at least three days to get back."

Listening to Rong Men's words, Ji Qirui came to his senses after knowing it, but it was too late, and there was no way to save the rice left in the pot. Only then did Ji Qirui realize his impulsiveness, but in order not to lose face in front of Ji Changye and them, he pretended to be calm and said, "What are you afraid of? It's the people who matter right now, and besides, we're going to be here for a while, so what's going on with this thinking so early?"

Before he could finish speaking, he turned around to hide his expression. How could he really stay here? After all, the plague is still raging here.

Rong chased after him and answered for him.

When he returned to the carriage, Ji Qirui's speechless forehead only felt dizzy in front of him, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "You go to Tu Ren, he must have a lot of food at home. No matter what method we use, we must find enough rations to allow us to return to the imperial capital smoothly." Why did he do such an impulsive thing just now?

And the three people who were watching the show outside looked at each other and smiled.

Sure enough, Ji Qirui is easy to coax.

was busy until late at night, and Song Qian and Ji Changye didn't plan to go back.

Sitting in the carriage, Ji Changye suddenly found that Song Qian's face was ugly.

"Song Niangzi, are you uncomfortable?" He reached out and measured the temperature on her forehead, and it was actually a little hot.

Thinking that people infected with the plague would be like this, Ji Changye suddenly became worried and panicked, and hurriedly helped Song Qian to let the coachman drive to find Langzhong.

At this time, Song Qian leaned on Ji Changye's chest, and when she was delirious, she heard his nervous heartbeat, she slowly raised her head, looked at Ji Changye through a blurred line of sight and said, "Lord Wang, I'm fine."

"Stop talking, we'll be there soon."

The cold wind outside was howling, but the tip of Ji Changye's nose was covered with a layer of fine sweat because of worry, and he took off the cloak on his body and put it on Song Qian, so that she could warm up, because she kept shouting cold.

Finally came to the medicine hall, Ji Changye hugged Song Qian, although the stride meteor was very stable, and Song Qian was not bumped.

After putting the person down, Ji Changye asked uneasily, "Lang Zhong, is she infected with the plague?" Or what's wrong? How could this be all of a sudden?"

Lang Zhong took Song Qian's pulse, and after checking it, he said to Ji Changye, "Don't worry, no. But don't take it lightly, she is infected with wind and cold this time, if she accidentally loses qi and blood, her body is weak and she is easy to be infected with the plague, so I prescribe a prescription for her, and take it every day, remember not to be greedy for cold, and don't go out to beware of the plague." After that, he quickly wrote down the prescription and handed it to the medicine boy below to grab the medicine, and told Ji Changye what to do next.

Because he didn't catch the plague, this was a blessing in misfortune. At this time, Ji Changye breathed a sigh of relief and left here with Song Qian.

After returning to the residence, He Yujin and Changfeng looked at Song Qian, who had fainted and had not woken up, and hurriedly stepped forward to help and put her on the bed.

"Mrs. Song must be too tired, so she must find a good life to rest." And Yujin proposed, there is no doubt that the two of them should be reconciled.

"That's what Lang Zhong means, since that's the case. You all go and rest, just leave me here to take care of Song Niangzi." Ji Changye said to the two of them, otherwise there was a risk of infection here, or their movements disturbed Song Qian.

The two of them looked at each other and understood what Ji Changye meant, so they left with interest, leaving only Song Qian and Ji Changye who took care of him.

Ji Changye instructed the kitchen to boil the Chinese medicine, and then came to Song Qian, and covered Song Qian's forehead with a wet towel, so that she could cool down and avoid burning her body and bones.