In the private room.

The gray-haired storyteller smiled as brightly as he saw the hated lady.

"Xiao Lao'er has seen Miss, I heard that Miss has a question to ask, Xiao Lao'er is not talented, nothing else is good, but I know a lot of news in the capital, I hope to work for Miss."

Murong Suzaku, who was wearing a white curtain, nodded, "Let me ask you, in this capital, in addition to the medical hall, where else are there a large number of injured people?" ”

After a pause, he added, "It's okay if you're sick." ”

Of course, she was not happy to use the patient to upgrade, the problem is that the capital is not a battlefield, as long as there is no group brawl, it is true that there are not so many injured people.

Mr. Storyteller was stunned in place – what is the problem?

"Ah, this ...... The security in the capital is still good, there are not so many injuries......"

Murong Suzaku took out a tael of silver and threw it over, "Thank you," and then turned his head and said, "Durian, let's go, go to the next one." ”

The storyteller was frightened and hurriedly shouted, "Wait, Miss! Miss, don't go yet, let the little old man think about it! ”

How could he rub shoulders with the God of Wealth? Miss Fortune can give Xiao Er and Twenty Five taels of silver at will, how can he earn fifty taels on the God of Wealth, right?

If you don't have fifty taels, you have to get twenty taels!

Murong Suzaku sat back down.

Mr. Storyteller racked his brains, "hurt...... Injured ......" and then cautiously asked, "Miss, how many injured people do you want?" Three-five...... All right? ”

"No, at least twenty," Murong Zhuque, "Three or five still need to look for you?" I'm walking around the capital and I still can't find anyone injured? ”

She really couldn't find it, so she asked Zhu Liulian to hurt people.

Thinking about it, he glanced at the woman beside him.

Zhu Liulian always felt that he saw a trace of ill will in the eyes of the young lady.

Mr. Storyteller continued to think wildly, for the sake of rewarding silver, he also fought hard!

The emperor lived up to his wishes, and it really made him think of one.

Thinking of the news he was about to say, a cold sweat broke out on Mr. Storyteller's spine.

Seeing that cold sweat slowly flowed from Mr. Storyteller's forehead, Murong Zhuque took out a silver ticket of one hundred taels from the space and put it on the table, "Mr. thinks of something, but it doesn't matter, don't worry, I won't betray you." Besides, there are no outsiders in the room, and when the time comes, you grit your teeth and deny it, and there is no physical evidence, and this matter will not be on your head. ”

Finally, the storyteller was moved.

Looking at the tempting one hundred taels of silver, the storyteller bit his molars and his heart crossed, and said, "Miss, there is really a place with many patients in the capital." ”

"Where?"

"Nanli Lane."

Murong Suzaku was stunned for a moment, "Nanli Lane? What is it? ”

Zhu Liulian said in a low voice, "Miss, Nanli Lane is an alley not far from the south gate of the capital, and it is inhabited by some poor people who come to the capital from other places and want to take root and develop. ”

Murong Suzaku is clear - an urban village!

Mr. Storyteller pale and whispered, "Recently, there has been an unknown plague in the South Alley, and people who don't know where they came from have moved in, and then dysentery began to occur in the alley. At first, everyone only thought it was dysentery, so they treated it according to dysentery, but who knew that it was not easy to use, and now four people have died! ”

Mr. Storyteller's voice was even quieter, "Because the incident happened in the capital, if it spreads, the impact will be great, so the Son of Heaven was furious and personally sent someone to deal with this matter, and I heard that a very big official came!" ”

But I don't know if it's professional habits or what, Zhu Liulian only thinks that when this storyteller is talking about serious things, he also seems to be talking with emotion.

"And then? Is it managed? How do you know? Murong Suzaku didn't care about how big an official she was, she was very curious about the source of Mr. Storyteller.

Mr. Storyteller didn't want to talk about his news channel, but he was still greedy for the one hundred taels of silver tickets, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and finally said in a heart, "Xiao Lao'er also bought the news with silver, and the one who provided this news was the concubine of a imperial doctor in Beijing...... Miss, please forgive me, the little old man can only say this, too much, this is going to lose his head. ”

Murong Zhuque guessed that the treatment of concubines in ancient times should not be very good, so they had to run out to make extra money.

"Sir, don't worry, I won't leak this news, because it's not necessary, it's just that I don't understand, it's a good thing that the emperor is in charge of the plague, why are you so afraid?"

The storyteller smiled bitterly, "Miss, you are still young!" That Nanli Lane is in the capital, once this plague spreads, the turmoil in the capital is not a trivial matter! What do you say about the plague that even the imperial doctor can't cure, and you still want to control it? ”

Murong Suzaku suddenly realized, "Surround the alley, wait for the people inside to die cleanly, and then burn it down?" ”

"That's right." The storyteller nodded.

"As for it?" Although Murong Suzaku complained on his lips, he knew in his heart - as for!

Modern people think that a bad stomach is not a serious disease, just take two pills at home, the big deal is food poisoning and go to the hospital, I haven't heard of anyone who has a bad stomach and dies.

But in ancient times, dysentery was a fatal disease!

Why did ancient people have so many children? Because the survival rate is too low, a child who is still playing crazy on the street one day may die of dysentery the next day.

Don't talk about the people, let's talk about the royal family, Emperor Yongzheng had a son who died of dysentery.

Murong Suzaku's eyes lit up suddenly, "Nanli Lane, is it?" Now Nanli Lane has been fenced off? ”

The storyteller was surprised, "This ...... It's surrounded, Miss, what are you going to do? ”

"It's nothing, just ask." As he spoke, he pushed the hundred taels of silver ticket to the storyteller, then got up and said, "Durian, let's go." ”

"Yes, miss." Dressed in a water-green dress and wearing a hat of the same color, Zhu Liulian got up with the young lady, and the two went out of the teahouse.

"Miss, you're not going to Nanli Lane, are you?"

"Didn't you ask knowingly? If I want to treat a disease, I must go to a place with a lot of patients, and where to go if I don't go to Nanli Lane? ”

Zhu Liulian was taken aback, "But...... But Nanli Lane is dangerous! ”

Murong Suzaku glanced at her with a smile, "If you don't want to change your appearance, you're also in danger." Don't talk nonsense, Miss, I'm a bold artist, just shut up and keep up. ”

“……”

Zhu Liulian knew that the young lady was in danger for her.

She was able to escape death, and she was able to meet a young lady who was so kind to her, and she didn't know what words to use to thank fate.

Where the young lady goes, she follows.

Not to mention Nanli Lane, it's hell, she's not afraid.

It's just that Zhu Liulian didn't expect that Miss didn't go directly to Nanli Lane, but went to the pharmacy first, and bought a lot of dysentery powder, as well as oil paper for medicine, and two medicine boxes.

took her to the inn again, opened a room, closed the door, and pulled out the strange pill from his sleeve.

Zhu Liulian asked curiously, "Miss, what is this?" ”

Murong Suzaku took off his hat and picked up one of them, "This is called norfloxacin capsules, it cures your stomach, don't ask about other things, just remember, take out four pills, unscrew them like this, pour the medicine powder on the paper, and then grab some herbal medicine powder casually and fool around, and then wrap it." ”

Murong Zhuque knew that the capsules could not be dismantled and taken orally, which would stimulate the oral esophagus, but she couldn't help it, as long as this medicine was the cheapest, the amount was enough, and those patients were going to die, so don't care about any stimulation, it is important to save your life.

"Yes, miss." Zhu Liulian washed his hands, shook off his arms and began to dry.