The refugees under the city tower were choked by the smoke and coughed, so they could only retreat, Lu Bochu's words also played a stabilizing role, and the refugees begged hard under the city tower, and the cry was deafening.

Lu Bochu was very anxious and went to the garrison of the plague personnel to check the situation, all the simple tents were set up here, and before he could get close, he heard the ups and downs of coughing and moaning in pain.

Ah Gui followed Lu Bochu's side and said worriedly: "Lord Wang, the servants go in to see what the situation is now, you don't want to go over, everyone inside is infected with the plague, you have to take care of yourself, the people of Jingyang rely on you to preside over the overall situation." ”

Lu Bochu frowned, it was already impossible for him not to go in, and he still had the plague purse given by An Qien, and in his heart he felt that he should not be infected.

"This king is now in charge here, how can he be a turtle with a shrunken head and disappoint the people?"

Lu Bochu walked steadily towards the shed without hesitation, and as soon as he entered the shed, he saw rows of patients lying on the ground covered with thin quilts, dying.

The doctors were all in a hurry, and when they saw Lu Bochu coming, an experienced Lang Zhong came over with a sad face and reported: "Lord Wang, the situation is not optimistic, there are more and more infected people, there is still no medicine to treat, Lord Wang, don't come in again, you have to take care of yourself and preside over the overall situation." ”

Lu Bochu was even more worried, the officers and soldiers outside were still sending people here one after another, and the place would be full soon.

He was thinking thoughtfully about something, not realizing that a plague-stricken boy not far away was staring at the purse on his waist.

The little boy's symptoms were very mild, except for a little high fever, there was no other reaction, and the child was very energetic, even if he was sick, he had the strength to run around.

After the little boy was an old pickpocket staring at the purse on Lu Bochu's waist, he took out his special knife, and cut the rope and stole the purse the moment he passed by Lu Bochu unconsciously.

Lu Bochu's mind was all about how to control the situation, so he naturally ignored the child who passed in front of him.

The doctor told Lu Bochu that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, although everyone wore masks and hats, there was still a risk of infection.

Because two more doctors have been infected with adequate precautions and are dying.

Lu Bochu felt that he couldn't go on like this, so he immediately said to Agui: "Go and tell Shi An to strengthen management, and there must be no people moving everywhere to increase the risk of infection." ”

"Yes."

Agui Ling's order was done immediately.

Lu Bochu didn't stay here for long, and immediately ordered his subordinates to convene all the civil and military officials in Jingyang to discuss the matter.

What Lu Bochu didn't expect was that half of these civil and military officials were infected with the plague.

The remaining half were also helpless, and an official proposed: "Lord Wang, since ancient times, the plague has not been cured, either the whole city will be destroyed, or all these people infected with the plague can be burned to death now to isolate the source of infection, although cruel but the last resort." ”

As soon as this method came out, all the ministers agreed, and if this method was not adopted, I am afraid that it would not be long before the entire Jingyang would be infected.

Lu Bochu couldn't bear it, he really couldn't make this decision if he burned people alive and were still angry, but the current situation really couldn't be better.

He was anxious and helpless, so he could only say that he should think about it for two days.

After the discussion, Lu Bochu was still not idle, and ordered An Shi'an to go out of the city overnight to Qiguo to buy herbs in his purse to avoid plague.

If everyone has a purse, does that mean fewer infections?

At present, he can only try this method first, and when he returns to the mansion, Lu Bochu ordered the maids in the mansion to cut the purse overnight.

An Qien is not idle here, the whole house is making purses, and there is a room in the house that is specially used to store herbs.

An Qien used all the herbs that could be used to ward off the plague, and he was busy until the second half of the night.

The next day, An Qien got up again early in the morning, and last night she was uneasy when she heard that something happened at the city gate and wanted to go and see, because An Shi'an went out of the city overnight, and now there is a plague everywhere outside, and she is also worried that An Shi'an is negligent in protection.

As soon as she left the house, she saw Agui coming in a hurry, panting and crying: "Lady An is not good, the prince has a high fever, go and take a look." ”

An Qien's heart tightened and he asked worriedly, "How long has it been?" ”

She was afraid that the prince had a fever in the middle of the night, and she didn't want to disturb her rest before letting Agui come, and the longer it dragged on, the more dangerous it would be.

Ah Gui said with red eyes: "The slave doesn't know, the prince didn't let the little vigil, the slave went to serve the prince to change his clothes at dawn, only to find that the prince had a high fever." ”

An Qien's face became even more nervous, and he hurried to the palace.

When she arrived at Lu Bochu's bedroom, Lu Bochu's face was pale, his forehead was full of sweat, and he was still asleep.

The maid said, "The prince woke up once and drank the antipyretic medicine and fell asleep again. ”

Lu Bochu heard the sound of someone talking in a daze, and when he opened his eyes weakly, he saw An Qien wearing a hat and a mask.

An Qien was leaning over to take his pulse.

"You're here." Lu Bochu looked at her weakly.

An Qien withdrew his white and slender hand, his heart was like a hemp rope, and he was very worried and complicated.

As if her throat was blocked, she let out a low voice with difficulty, "Hmm." ”

"Ahem, cough, cough........" Lu Bochu coughed uncomfortably a few times, and his face became even worse.

An Qien was even more anxious, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to help him pat his chest, but when her hand was in mid-air, she retracted her hand when she realized her gaffe.

An Qien tried his best to calm his mind, and told the maid beside Lu Bochu: "The house should be ventilated, and the palace of the prince should be disinfected once every three hours." ”

The maid bowed respectfully: "Yes, Mrs. An." ”

An Qien said to Lu Bochu again: "Lord Wang, Qi En will go to boil herbs for you, although the symptoms of the epidemic are not so serious, Lord Wang relaxes and doesn't think too much." ”

Lu Bochu sat up and leaned against the head of the bed with difficulty, looking at An Qien with half-squinted eyes, the current situation may not be controllable.

He wanted to explain the rest while he was still alive: "Qien, you told Shi An that if this king can't survive, you will let him burn all the people infected with the plague to death, this is no way, you can't watch all the people infected." ”

An Qien was anxious when he heard this, and Lu Bochu was anxious: "What did the prince say, don't say such unlucky things, the prince will get better, don't be so depressed." ”

This was the first time she had spoken to Lu Bochu in such a serious tone.

Lu Bochu's face under the hat gently curled, and his voice was hoarse to tease her: "Are you concerned about this king?" ”

An Qien was stunned for a moment, and her face under the bib immediately turned red, she didn't want to deny it at this time, and she was afraid that Lu Bochu would not be able to survive this hurdle, so she acquiesced to relieve Lu Bochu's mood.

Two seconds later, she whispered, "Lord Wang, rest first, and Qi'en will go to decoct the medicine for you." ”

When the words fell, she retreated.

Lu Bochu's medicine was boiled by herself, although the next person could boil the medicine according to the recipe, but she was not at ease, and it seemed that only by doing it herself would her heart not be so panicked.

Qingbi followed An Qien's side, and said distressedly: "Lady, the slave and maid look at the medicine, the slave and maid who have been worrying about labor these days are afraid that you will be tired." ”

An Qien sighed heavily: "It's nothing to be tired, I'm afraid that everyone will die from this plague in the end." ”

Her tone became heavier and heavier, and she said slowly: "I heard that there was a plague in the palace twenty years ago, which prevailed for more than two months, and there were not a few eunuchs and maids in the palace who died, and the entire Tai Hospital was wiped out, and Emperor Changshun had no choice but to order that all those in the palace who were infected with the plague, even if they were not infected with the plague, as long as they were all burned to death with symptoms of wind and cold, and only after comprehensive disinfection did they save the few people in the palace." ”

Qingbi also sighed: "Lady, I'm afraid Jingyang's situation will also be crowned with this." ”

An Qien didn't speak, the potion in the medicine stove in front of him was already boiling, and the lid was making a hot sound.

After the medicine was ready, she immediately got it in the bowl and brought it to Lu Bochu.

Lu Bochu was still sitting, and although he was already sick, he still remembered the people of the whole city in his heart.

When An Qien came in, Lu Bochu had just finished explaining what Zhao Yan was doing, and Zhao Yan was withdrawing with his fists in his hands: "Don't worry, the prince will definitely handle this matter." ”

Seeing An Qien coming over with the medicine, Zhao Yan had complicated emotions in his heart, but he could only forbear and restrain himself, and in the face of life and death, the love between children and daughters was all trivial.

An Qien bowed his head slightly and greeted Zhao Yan: "Zhao Gongzi." ”

Zhao Yan: "An Niangzi." ”

He wanted to tell her to pay more attention to her body, but because the prince was here and the ambiguous affair between An Qien and the prince, he also heard a few words, and the words of concern could only be swallowed back into his stomach.

After a simple hello, Zhao Yan went to get busy.

An Qien sat on the stool in front of Lu Bochu's bed with the carefully brewed medicine, and she said softly while stirring the smoking coffee-colored decoction with a spoon: "Lord Wang, drink the medicine." ”

Lu Bochu coughed lightly a few times with his fist against his lips, his white face flushed, he didn't take off his hat and said in a dumb voice: "Put the medicine here, this king will drink it himself, you go back, now this plague can not be touched without contact, and it will not be good to infect you." ”

An Qien continued to stir the decoction and didn't listen to Lu Bochu, she asked, "How could the prince be infected?" Didn't the prince wear a purse to remove the plague? ”

This purse is very effective, according to her observation and historical records, the purse of herbs to go to the plague that is generally worn, plus the protection of the mask with a bib, is generally not infected.

Lu Bochu recalled the scene last night, and was instantly laughed at: "It was stolen by a pickpocket." ”

He never thought that he was so responsive, and anyone who could detect anything was actually stolen by a little hairy child......