[Quick Transmigration] I have nothing to do with it, I am forced to hang up

After all, the systems are different, and there is more or less suspicion between the two parties.

Prime Minister Li, who has always been cautious and prudent, would appear here, which was a bit beyond Mu Qinghua's expectations.

Prime Minister Li didn't beat around the bush, he explained his purpose straightforwardly.

Without him, he was also looking for Mu Qinghua for the "miracle medicine"!

Since the beginning of spring in the seventh year of Chongyuan, it has not been very peaceful. There have been droughts, floods, and plagues, and the frontiers have not been stable.

Especially in the northwest area, the epidemic has been spreading for several months, and people are dying every day. One third of the treasury has been filled there, but it has not been effectively controlled yet.

If it continues to develop, it will definitely be detrimental to Tong Chao.

He already knew about the new national teacher's good medicine from the moment the convoy arrived in the capital, but he knew it. The two-point suspicion was completely gone before it was maintained until today.

He saw with his own eyes a colleague who had resigned from office a long time ago due to illness, after taking his medicine, his body, which was already rotten, was revived with vitality.

That is not just a simple cure, but a transformation of the person from the inside out, how could he not be shocked!

After he saw the changes in his colleagues, he hurried to the Lanyue Hall without even eating, which shows the urgency in his heart. He just wanted to ask for a "miracle medicine" to confirm it, and then just waited for tomorrow. The court can propose to send the medicine of the national teacher to the northwest to relieve the suffering of the people.

For Prime Minister Li's request, Mu Qinghua did not refuse, even after he left, he locked himself in the room and concentrated on refining medicine.

The demand this time should be very large. No matter how many materials he has, he can't afford such consumption. After thinking about it, he still went to see Ye Chonglan, told the matter, and then asked him to look at the batch in the name of the court. Buy the medicines he needs.

This is not difficult, but Ye Chonglan suddenly blamed himself a little. He hugged Mu Qinghua and said with gloomy eyes: "I can't be a good emperor. Obviously, the original owner remembered the Northwest Plague from time to time, but I I never even thought about them..."

His waist was hugged tightly, obviously very dull, but now Mu Qinghua could clearly feel the sadness coming from the other party.

He raised his hand, and finally patted his back lightly, stroking him back and forth several times like comforting a child. His movements were gentle, but his voice was still as calm as usual, and he only retorted lightly. : "Why are you not a good emperor? If it wasn't for your sake, I wouldn't bother to practice so much medicine."

Ye Chonglan laughed softly, because the heaviness gathered between the brows of this smile finally dissipated, and it became a little brighter.

This kind of Ye Chonglan was the Ye Chonglan he liked, Mu Qinghua couldn't help but quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

Then I heard him say: "No way! Daoist would help them refine medicine without me. Daoist is a good person, I know!"

Mu Qinghua who was issued a good person card: "..."