MTL - The Fugitive White Moonlight of a Powerful Minister-Chapter 156 he shouldn't have gone

  Everyone knows that Prince Pei has come to Lingnan.

  After Shizi Pei took over the Thirteen Lingnan Cities, they gradually became orderly from the chaos. Xie's army moved in and managed the patients separately from those who had not been infected. Pei Shizi personally led the government to open warehouses to release food to solve the livelihood problems caused by the interruption of labor in the local area, and medicinal materials were also transported to the southwest one after another.

   On the surface, everything is looking better.

  But everyone in the game knows very well that this epidemic is far from over.

  In the prescriptions given by previous experiments, there is a lack of "bush trees". This herbal medicine is not uncommon on weekdays, and the price is very cheap, but I don’t know who spread it among the people. This medicine is the key to the recipe. Other medicinal materials can be missing two or three, but this "bush tree" will be ineffective without the medicine. .

  Even in areas that have not yet been infected, people are buying it wildly, and prices have skyrocketed.

  The saying that "cong tree" is the key to Fangzhong is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even if Xie Jiajun bought it back at the original price in the name of the official, he did not receive much.

   Is the cluster tree the key to the formula?

  Of course not.

  Just changing the bushes, other medicinal materials must be replaced, and Xie Jiajun has to collect the medicinal materials again. The delay here is human life for the people of Lingnan.

  Although order has been temporarily restored in the epidemic area, and the continuous import of medicinal materials has temporarily suppressed the spread of the epidemic, but the lack of a single medicine has indeed weakened the efficacy of the medicine, especially for some old and weak patients, and people die every day because of it.

  In the meeting hall of Wuxi Yamen, it was very quiet.

  Min Shen gripped the knife at his waist again and again, wishing he could rush out of Lingnan and kill those profiteers outside and hurry up!

According to the news that just came out, despite repeated rumors from the Tai Hospital, the Congshu is not the key to the prescription, calling on people who have Congshu at home to donate it to the government, and even republished a new prescription for the disease. This time they received There are still not many bushes.

  "The common people have preconceived ideas, and some people are fanning the flames. They will only think that the imperial court is coaxing them to hand over the medicinal materials in their hands."

  Wen Lan is much thinner than in Beijing, and his complexion is a little pale. He frowned and said, "According to this development, I'm afraid we can only use the new prescription from the Tai Hospital and search for the medicinal materials again."

"But the bulk of the medicinal materials have been collected before, and a large number of our people have already entered the cities to assist, leaving only a small number of people to collect the bushes outside. If the medicinal materials are collected again..." Min Shen will look at the one who has not said a word. Pei You, "I'm afraid I need to ask the court for more people."

  Wen Lan sighed: "But with the news coming and going, and the personnel being transferred back and forth, it will take a month for the medicinal materials to enter the Southwest again?"

   After finishing speaking, he also took a look at Pei You.

  The three sat in front of a table of the Eight Immortals. Pei You used to be reticent, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, listening silently to their analysis of various news, not easily interjecting.

   At this time, both of them looked at him, and he didn't speak immediately, but only gently stroked the wall of the teacup under his hand.

  Wen Lan couldn't help but sighed silently.

  This matter is indeed difficult.

  When Pei You came into Wuxi half a month ago with his men, Wuxi was almost a dead city.

  As the city where the disease was the earliest, Wuxi had seven out of ten people who contracted the disease at that time. The initial symptoms are not severe, similar to those of wind-cold infection, cough, fever, and some patients have vomiting and diarrhea. If they are treated in time, most of them can be cured.

  However, if the medicine cannot be used for a long time, the patient's high fever persists, and if it takes ten and a half months, the patient's life will be in danger.

In terms of the infection rate in Wuxi at that time, luckily Pei You brought a wagonload of medicinal materials. Although it was not enough for the whole city, it was enough for three or four hundred people, so that Wuxi could function a little bit normally. .

  Especially some seriously ill doctors.

   After recovering from illness, they took the local people to the mountains to collect some available medicinal herbs, and cured some people.

   Just a drop in the bucket.

  The surrounding small towns heard that Wuxi was rescued, and rushed into the city one after another. The medicinal materials sent later were short of bushes, and the efficacy of the medicine was greatly reduced.

  The epidemic is actually still spreading slowly. One-third of the first batch of Xie Jiajun who entered Wuxi has been infected.

   There was also news this morning that Yizhou, which has been under good control, has discovered spillovers.

   If this continues, one month later, there will be more and more infected people in Lingnan, and the scope of spillover will become wider and wider. Even if the medicinal herbs are brought in by then, will it be enough?

   And once the epidemic spreads beyond Yizhou, can it be contained?

  Wen Lan coughed twice, took a sip of tea to cover it up.

  He himself just happened not long ago. Although He Luan said that he would no longer be contagious after seven days of recovery, he was still a little worried.

  Anyone can fall, but Prince Pei cannot.

  General Min was also used to Pei You's style of acting after making decisions, and he didn't speak or urge him, but just waited silently.

   After a long time, Pei You finally let go of the teacup in his hand, and raised his eyes: "Continue to collect bushes, I will ask His Majesty to transfer another 5,000 people, and at the same time make up the replacement medicinal materials in the new prescription, but this Lingnan... can't go on like this."

  Wen Lan and Min Cangjiang looked at each other.

  Pei Youfu lowered his eyes again, revealing the small mole on the side of his nose, and said coldly, "There's not enough food."

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  Although the epidemic in Southwest China has slowed down its rapid spread, North Korea and China are still covered by dark clouds.

  In order to maintain the stability in the capital, news related to the epidemic has been completely blocked to the people in the capital, and the capital is temporarily stable.

   But the courtiers knew it well.

  If the supply problem of medicinal materials cannot be solved, this natural disaster is about to lead to a man-made disaster. If one is not careful, the epidemic will spill over to the north, and it will be an unavoidable national disaster.

  In Qinzheng Hall, Emperor Jiahe had just lost his temper. At this time, the courtiers retreated, but the hall seemed to be still filled with unextinguished fire.

   "Your Majesty, the empress is here." Only Fan Zeng, who had served Emperor Jiahe for decades, could speak in a normal voice with his usual expression at such times.

   Emperor Jiahe's brows twitched fiercely, his face became even more annoyed, but he didn't speak.

  Fan Zeng knew what it meant at a glance. With a wave, all the other palace people in the Qinzheng Palace retreated, and then stepped aside a little, and Xie Nanzhi, who was dressed in plain palace attire, walked in lightly.

  People came, but the Hall of Qinzheng was even more silent.

  The anger on Jiahedi spread silently, but Xie Nanzhi was silent.

   After a long time, Xie Nanzhi's low cough broke the silence: "Your Majesty, I don't know how the epidemic situation in the Southwest is going? The concubine is thinking about it, and she is really restless."

   Emperor Jiahe sneered: "When did the queen start caring about court affairs?"

  He casually picked up a notebook on the table: "The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, the queen please come back."

  It's midsummer, but Xie Nanzhi's clothes are not thin. Hearing this, he coughed twice and looked even paler.

   Jia and Di Nong lowered their eyebrows and never looked at her more.

Xie Nanzhi thought to herself: "The epidemic in the Southwest has been going on for a long time. I'm afraid there is not only a shortage of medicinal materials, but also food. Your Majesty, have you ever transported food? The road to the Southwest is far away. If you receive a call for help from there, it would be too late to transport food. Is it too late?"

   Emperor Jiahe sneered again: "The empress is still so exquisite, it's a pity to be relegated to the harem."

   "Your Majesty!" Xie Nanzhi took two steps forward, and lightly put his arm on Emperor Jiahe's arm, "This is not the time to vent your anger, this concubine is discussing with His Majesty."

   Emperor Jiahe raised his eyes, looking at Xie Nanzhi who was over forty and still had a good face.

  The two were childhood sweethearts, a young couple. On the first day they entered the palace, he exempted her from bowing down. He never treated her more than a queen.

  She has never been able to handle his temper well.

   Know how to please him, how to appease his wrath.

   After more than 20 years on the throne, only she has never been afraid of him from the beginning to the end.

   It's just that today is different from the past.

   Jia Hedi got up and shook off Xie Nanzhi's hand.

   Xie Nanzhi had been ill for a long time and was emaciated, so she staggered and barely stopped by leaning on the table.

"The epidemic situation in the Southwest is bad, there is a shortage of food and medicine, and Prince Pei is about to be alone and helpless! Are you satisfied?!" Emperor Jiahe's angry voice filled the quiet Qinzheng Hall, "The courtiers are all factions and have their own thoughts. Some folks are fanning the flames, taking advantage of the situation to make money from the country, and some people in the government are cooperating with each other and obstructing the transportation of food, hoping that the epidemic will spread, and people who went to the southwest will die of starvation and disease, are you satisfied?!"

  Xie Nanzhi's face became paler, and she said with trembling lips, "How... how..."

   "Why not?" Emperor Jiahe is no better than Xie Nanzhi. He has been diligent in government for many years, which makes his appearance far less handsome than when he was young, but the imperial majesty on his body is getting stronger.

  But at this moment, he lowered his brows and eyes, showing a rare irony: "I have expected it a long time ago, and this day will come sooner or later."

   After finishing speaking, she didn't intend to talk much with Xie Nanzhi, and stepped forward to leave the Qinzheng Palace.

"Your Majesty!" Xie Nanzhi tried to stop Emperor Jiahe in three steps, but because of his haste, he wobbled and fell to the ground, kneeling on the ground and grabbing Emperor Jiahe's dragon robe, "Your Majesty, then... Then call him back?"

   Xie Nanzhi's usually calm face showed a little panic, and his eyes were filled with tears: "Call him back, Your Majesty, there are so many people in the court, why did you condemn him?"

  The sarcasm on Jiahedi's face became more obvious, and he looked down at his queen, who had always been the most "selfless" queen: "He? Which one?"

  Xie Nanzhi was taken aback, tears rolled down her face, and the warm tears wiped off the makeup on her face, revealing a small, invisible mole on the side of her nasal bone.

   "Which him?" Emperor Jiahe asked again.

  The aloof and majestic emperor's eyes were also a little red at this time.

  A sore and bloated air blocked Xie Nanzhi's chest, making her unable to utter a single syllable, and only tears rolled down her half-upturned cheeks.

   Jiahedi still looked down at her, the redness in his eyes gradually faded away.

  Xie Nanzhi didn't make a sound, but held his dragon robe tightly and looked at him almost beggingly.

  The folk rumors are true, Emperor Jiahe dotes on the Empress Empress, but she seldom refuses her requests.

  It's just that no matter how hot your heart is, there will be a day when it will cool down.

  Jia and Di Wei pulled away Xie Nanzhi's hand holding the dragon robe without hesitation, and walked away.

   Before leaving, he left a sigh, which lingered in Xie Nanzhi's ears for a long time.

   "Azhi, he shouldn't have gone."

   "It was no matter what, he shouldn't have gone."

  In the empty Qinzheng Hall, the dignified and elegant empress hid her face and wept bitterly.

   (This article is first published in Xiaoxiang Academy, please go to Xiaoxiang Academy for updates.)

   Well, well, well, I will add an update later, and come back at ten o'clock~