Wan Yuanye frowned and walked around, not wanting to touch the cup of tea at all.

It's just that at this time, he can't help but make his own decisions, and as Wen Xiuting clapped his hands, several figures flashed by, surrounding Wan Yuanye's side.

A sense of crisis arose, Wan Yuanye got up and wanted to run, and several people immediately besieged him.

After three or two moves, Wan Yuanye was defeated by the other party and was finally pressed to his knees.

"What do you mean, Young Master Wen? Could it be that you want to unload the mill and kill the donkey? Wan Yuan also gritted his teeth.

Wen Xiuting smiled coldly and took a sip of tea indifferently, "Isn't it okay?" People don't do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, since the imperial court has sent an army, do you think you can still run away? In this world, this son only believes in the dead. ”

As soon as Wen Xiuting's words fell, someone immediately took a piece of rope and put it around his neck from behind.

Wan Yuanye struggled desperately, but everything was in vain, and the other party put his knee on the back of his neck and strangled the person to death.

Subsequently, under the instruction of Wen Xiuting, a group of people carried Wan Yuanye's body on their backs, secretly sent him back to Wanhe Mountain, and faked himself as hanging.

After sending Wan Yuanye away, Wen Xiuting changed into a tattered shirt and took the people around him out for disaster relief.

The three princes led their soldiers to besiege Wanhe Mountain, although they did not fight, but the layers of siege had already made the disciples on Wanhe Mountain afraid.

A person with a little seniority on the mountain immediately went to consult Wan Yuanye, and as soon as he pushed the door, he saw Wan Yuanye hanging on the beam.

In desperation, everyone could only open the mountain gate and surrender, after all, they were just a Jianghu sect, although it was not good to hear it, but it could save the lives of the disciples in the sect.

Wan Yan learned that the third prince led his troops to besiege Wanhe Mountain, and rode over overnight.

And as soon as she went, she saw her second uncle being carried out, still covered with a white cloth.

"No, how so? How is this possible? Why did the second uncle die? ”

When he said this, Wan Yan glared at the third prince with a pair of red eyes.

The third prince looked innocent and hurriedly explained to her: "This has nothing to do with this king, this king just led a large army to surround Wanhe Mountain, and he didn't do anything!" ”

After the words of the third prince, Wan Yan looked at his disciple suspiciously.

"Miss, this is the suicide note left by the master of the Ten Thousand Hall, please take a look." One of the disciples took out the letter and handed it to Wan Yan.

At the same time, the old housekeeper on Wanhe Mountain came out and explained to Wan Yan: "In fact, the hall master has always felt very guilty in his heart, over the years, Wanhe Mountain's status in the Jianghu sect has been extremely low, first, the number of disciples is not large, and second, there are not enough financial resources. ”

"That's why not long ago, Master Wan Tang thought of selling medicinal materials at a high price to make money, but he couldn't pass the conscience level, and it is reasonable that he will commit suicide now."

The third prince looked at everything in front of him, although he didn't know whether what they said was true or not, but he knew very well in his heart that this matter could only be a confused case.

Wan Yan reluctantly accepted this fact, and when he looked at the old man in the hall again, he saw that the other party's eyes were earnest, and Wan Yan was finally smart.

"I see, now that my father is seriously injured, and there is no one up and down Wanhe Mountain, I, as my father's only daughter, should lead the disciples in the sect to continue disaster relief."

As soon as Wan Yan's words came out, the old housekeeper immediately took all the disciples to kneel and kowtow, admitting Wan Yan's identity.

Although Wan Yan was indecisive, he still had an inch of the people in his heart, and as soon as he accepted it, Wan Heshan immediately ordered to open a warehouse and release medicine.

"All the disciples listened to my order, immediately opened the storehouse, moved all the medicinal materials out, and sent them to the bottom of the mountain for disaster relief, and the remaining disciples went to the mountain to continue to look for two kinds of medicinal materials."

At first, the commercial banks hoarded Artemisia annua and Artemisia annua at high prices, thinking of taking the opportunity to raise prices at the most critical time, but they didn't expect Wanheshan to suddenly release a large number of medicinal materials to the market.

And it is provided to the people free of charge, so that the medicinal materials under cohabitation are easy to lose money.

In desperation, the major commercial houses could only sell medicinal materials at low prices, and a large number of Artemisia annua and Artemisia annua instantly flowed into the market, and the people were finally saved, and the plague was also controlled.

The second and third princes couldn't help but sigh.

"The second brother knew that it was so easy, and he would have asked me to call it a long time ago, we were about to die of sorrow in those two days, and so many people died."

The second prince looked at the ledger in his hand, which was like the book of life and death of the king of Hades.

After someone began to fall ill, the second prince arranged for someone to register each of their families in this account book.

Now that the ledger is updated daily, the number of dead and wounded is clear.

"Fortunately, according to what Xiaomei said before, this plague should have killed and injured tens of thousands of people, but now we have controlled it greatly, only seventy-nine people have died, and most of them are old, weak, sick and children, we have done our best."

In the face of such data, the third prince is still a little dissatisfied.

"What do you mean by doing your best, if we had gone to Wanhe Mountain earlier and forced them to take out the medicine, maybe we wouldn't have to kill these seventy-nine people."

The second prince knew that he felt sorry for those people, so he just sighed and didn't think too much about it.

"Don't just know how to fight and kill, this time we besieged Wanhe Mountain, the people on the rivers and lakes have already complained about us, and it won't be long before the imperial court will buy war horses on a large scale, and I don't know how to solve this matter!"

As soon as these words came out, the third prince had a headache, he had more days in the business field than the two royal brothers, and he did it every year to buy war horses.

This year, he led his troops to besiege the Jianghu sect, but he was afraid that those friends on the rivers and lakes would avoid him when they saw him.

"Hey, I'm going to buy a war horse this year, I'm afraid it's not so easy!"

"Once there is a problem with our war horse, the Chixiao Kingdom will be proud."

This is really the turn of the third prince to have a headache, and the second prince's brows are also furrowed.

The troubles of the royal family do not affect the people.

The plague was brought under control, and people even began to go out of their homes to do farm work, and for ordinary people, it was a blessing in life to be well fed and clothed.

It's just that as the days settle down, some people can't help but wonder, who proposed that Artemisia annua and Artemisia annua can cure the plague?

Even the people who had good deeds asked all the local healers, and all of them only told them that it was the two princes who proposed that these two herbs could cure the disease.

However, there were also those who expressed different opinions.

They thought that it was the miracle doctor brought by Wen Xiuting who improved the method of treating Artemisia annua, and that must have been proposed by him.