Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Wang Tingyue took the sword in her hand.

Lu Xiu also put down his hands and no longer looked at her. He only put his hands behind his hands and scanned the crowd with cold eyes: "I have been ordered by the Lord to come here for inspection. If there is any malicious trouble or obstruction of epidemic prevention, Ling Chi will Put him to death to serve as a warning to others."

The fairy-like jade appearance is paired with a purple robe and gold belt, showing a body of thousands of gold, with a calm expression, and the sound of gold is vibrating, not slow or slow.

The low voice caused everyone present to hold their breath and remain silent.

A group of generals knelt down to accept their orders, and the officials' family members also followed suit.

If the ordinary people had not fled to the capital, they would never have known such people in their entire lives, nor would they have had the opportunity to witness this battle. When they woke up from a dream, they knelt down in panic, and could only dare to raise their eyelids and peek secretly with their peripheral vision. That proud and erect figure.

Liang Huan was a little dumbfounded. Wouldn't this be more effective than her climbing up and down?

She was about to kneel down when she was pulled by Lu Xiu, but she heard him say: "General Wang Zhonglang, we need to explain the epidemic in detail."

Wang Tingyue then stood up and said, "Yes, Da Sima can follow the general to camp."

Lu Xiu only responded and took Liang Huan to the tent.

Wherever he went, he only heard the sound of footsteps.

Liang Huan glanced at him without trace. After spending time with him in private, she almost forgot his original appearance...

The tent was as warm as just now.

Wang Tingyue ordered people to prepare tea.

Lu Xiu glanced at the half glass of water on the small table and sat down expressionlessly.

Seeing that Liang Huan was still standing, he just patted the soft cushion beside him.

Liang Huan sat next to him.

Wang Tingyue moved all the records of the refugees.

Lu Xiu browsed roughly.

Liang Huan was slightly surprised.

Lu Xiu turned his face to look at her, with a smile in his eyes: "I do have the emperor's life in my heart."

He glanced at her lips, grabbed the half glass of water and put it in front of her: "It's not hot, the temperature is suitable."

After saying that, he just focused on looking through the records.

He was always serious and focused when handling affairs, and she knew that.

Liang Huan silently looked at the two people standing and sitting together, one was taciturn and the other was calm and composed.

This feeling is very strange. She has not forgotten that in Dali Temple Prison, Wang Tingyue was tortured to the point of being scarred and almost killed...

The two people who should have been at war with each other now found themselves in the same room, surprisingly calm. But she, on the other hand, had secretly been sweating since the beginning.

Liang Huan lowered her eyes. After all, she was worrying too much.

"Did you just find out?"

Lu Xiu put down the volume in his hand and turned his head to look at her.

Liang Huan nodded and asked, "When did you come?"

There was a smile on his lips: "When you say why."

Liang Huan looked embarrassed.

He didn't intend to continue this topic and just asked: "What do you think?"

Liang Huan was a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the other people in the tent. In addition to Wang Tingyue, there were also several captains and attendants.

Normally they would be fine behind closed doors, but now in front of so many people, they felt a little hesitant.

Liang Huan only looked at Wang Tingyue: "Can I borrow a pen and paper?"

An attendant presented pen, ink and paper.

Liang Huan unfolded the paper and said as he wrote: "I come here to give porridge every day. I pass by a place about five miles away from here. It should be an abandoned camp. Houses can be built on this basis and the healthy people can be moved in. Here, management is carried out according to the order of the military camp, and houses are built, except for the old, weak, sick and disabled, all have to participate. Seeing that the weather is getting colder, it is better to prepare for the winter. "

"As for those who are suspected of being sick, they should continue to stay here. After the current residence is roughly organized, anyone who gets sick will be sent here, and someone will be assigned to provide food and medicine..."

Liang Huan stared and thought for a while, not everyone in the previous life had money to buy medicine, and most people died without even having the chance to receive treatment.

She glanced at the big tent, then looked at Lu Xiu, "Do you still remember the prescription I wrote for my second brother? There are definitely not enough medicinal materials for such a large number of refugees. Let's keep our hands and feet intact before the weather gets too cold. I go out every day, collect local materials and cook..."

She wrote on both pages, "Those who are sick should use this detailed one, and those who are not sick should use this simple one. As for how to build it and who will heal it, it should be——"

Lu Xiu nodded, "Of course it will be handed over to the responsible department. This porridge giving should stop."

Wang Tingyue was very surprised, "How do you know how to take medicine without giving them a diagnosis?"

Just now I was just talking eloquently and completely forgot about this loophole.

Unexpected prophet?

Liang Huan pursed her lips. She was not the one who prescribed this prescription. It was after so many people had died and the epidemic was almost over that...

Before Liang Huan could speak, Lu Xiu said nonchalantly: "When General Chariot and Cavalry went to conquer Wuzhou County, he encountered an epidemic. He has used this method before, so you can give it a try."

Wang Tingyue didn't ask any more questions and ordered someone to take the prescription to the military doctor.

Liang Huan raised her eyes and glanced at the person beside her: "If you don't want to continue giving porridge, it's time to donate some money. Life or money, you have to choose one."

Lu Xiu paused for a moment and smiled lightly.

Liang Huan stood up and said in a calm tone: "What I just said was just that I didn't hold back my words for a moment. The adults only listened to it as a joke. You all have serious business to discuss, so I won't interrupt you."

Lu Xiu nodded lightly: "Go to the car and wait."

Liang Huan bowed and took Bai Lu out of the tent.

Bai Lu followed behind and looked at her silently. Liang Ji's behavior today was really different from her usual behavior at home.

Liang Huan walked towards where Lu Xiu's car was parked.

"It's her. I recognize her. She is the one rumored last year, the witch who can cast spells to make flowers bloom in winter! She must have gone against the will of heaven and caused disasters from the sky——"

Passing by a group of refugees, someone suddenly made a sound of surprise.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the sound was neither high nor low, causing people around to talk.

Some people have heard of that rumor, and some have not.

There were quite a few powerful women serving porridge, and they were not very eye-catching with their hairpins and plain clothes, but they had just stood on the high platform, which made people see clearly.

It's like a pot exploding!

In an instant, the pointing turned into an uproar.

The crowd was even more confused than before, jostling to get a look at the rumored monster.

Even without realizing it, she was surrounded in the middle.

Who caused them to lose everything? Who caused them to be displaced, who caused them to suffer from hunger, and who caused them to be suspected of being infected with the epidemic...

This is the culprit in front of me!

She wears gold and silver and is glamorous, but she is short of food and clothing, and her life is precarious. Why? !

The long-term backlog of unwillingness, resentment, grief and anger, fear...the double torture of body and soul have already made them full of rage and ready to explode at the first touch.

Suffering from not having an outlet, the current was like a flood bursting its banks, and the angry shouts and curses were getting louder and louder.

Someone shouted and burned her to death.

The chaotic crowd suddenly had a direction.

The people who were half-dead just now are now full of power, with red eyes and roars. They wish they could pounce on him immediately, kill, tear and trample this evil culprit with his own hands to vent the hatred in his heart!

Guards and soldiers armed with sharp weapons stepped forward to drive away the clamoring crowd.

Second update today~