After the rebirth, I was picked up by the prince

In the next two days, the army was forced to temporarily stay in place for a few more days because of the incident in the camp area.

In the past few days, Song Yaoxu ordered people to check the food, grass and water sources used by the soldiers on weekdays, and they were all sure that there was no problem.Later, he also went to another real star official to ask about the weather, and the star official also replied that it should not be affected by the weather.

And during this period of time, the military doctor always refused to let Song Yaoxu go to the camp area to investigate on the grounds that it was likely to be plague.Perhaps Tang Leyuan's visit that night also made them realize that the behavior of sending soldiers to report was easily suspicious. In addition to not letting outsiders in, the soldiers inside also made excuses to stay in the camp and not go out.

The only good thing is that apart from that camp area, there are no reports of soldiers getting sick in other camp areas.

It was Song Yaoxu's first time to really deal with these matters, and he spent almost a whole day thinking about the reasons. He couldn't slack off his usual practice at night, and he was more tired than when he was marching.

And Qi Zizhen followed what he said to Tang Leyuan before, from the beginning to the end, he just watched him deal with it silently, never making a sound or even giving a hint.

On the second day of May, the weather gradually became more sweltering, and the army, which was not well-equipped at first, seemed a little lazy after a short two-day rest.

Song Yaoxu stood in his tent, listening to the military doctor's report on today's situation.

"Some soldiers with low fever turned into high fever this morning, and the condition is likely to deteriorate." The military doctor dutifully reported the situation today, and then continued to say after hesitating for a while, "The continued stay of the army here will affect the progress of the journey too much. The official dared to suggest that the large troops go first, and the sick soldiers be temporarily sent to the nearest city for rest and treatment."

After listening to the military doctor's words, Song Yaoxu nodded: "I will consider this matter myself. I wonder if the military doctor can present a copy of the medicinal materials used by the soldiers recently? The food, grass and water sources have been checked, and the medicinal materials should be checked again just in case. Only then."

The military doctor had no objection to this, and resigned obediently, choosing a copy of all the medicinal materials he needed for the prescriptions he had prescribed to the soldiers in the past few days.

Qi Zizhen sat at the table in the tent drinking tea, watching silently.

He looked up at Song Yaoxu who had changed into a crescent white wide-sleeved gown, and finally suppressed his emotions and still didn't say anything.

After a while, the military doctor came back with medicinal materials and spread them one by one on another temporary table.

According to the usual procedure, at this time Song Yaoxu would order the soldiers to call a special person to check if there is any problem with the medicinal materials.

But this time, Song Yaoxu walked up to the medicinal materials in person, took a look at the medicinal materials, tapped them with one hand, slid from left to right, and said in a calm tone: "Ginseng, Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, licorice, angelica..."

Qi Zizhen who was behind was stunned when he heard it, and looked up at Song Yaoxu's back—this prescription...isn't it the medicinal soup that Song Yaoxu had boiled for him no less than ten times before?

Then he turned his head to look at the military doctor kneeling in front of Song Yaoxu, his expression had changed as expected, his hands on the ground were slightly clenched into fists.

Song Yaoxu didn't seem to notice the change in the military doctor's expression. He finished the names of the eight herbs one by one, and then said with a chuckle, "If I remember correctly, this seems to be the prescription of Bazhen Decoction, right?"

Although there was a smile on his face, his voice was calm and calm, which was rarely seen before.

——This is a sign of when Song Yaoxu is angry.

The military doctor knelt on the spot, lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible for him to imagine that the "trash" prince in their eyes could match the names of the medicinal materials with the prescriptions one by one.

He was trembling for a long time before he could barely hold back a sentence: "It's, it's the Bazhen soup..."

Song Yaoxu didn't let him finish, and continued to say with a half-smile: "If I remember correctly, Bazhen Decoction seems to be mainly used to replenish qi and blood, and people with fever should not use it."

This time the military doctor was lucky, and he kowtowed in a panic: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please forgive me! Your Majesty, your Majesty, it's just...just..."

He "yes" for a long time but failed to "yes" anything.

Song Yaoxu's patience was exhausted, he suppressed the smile on his face, swept all the herbs on the table to the ground with a flick of his sleeve, and said coldly, "Come here!"

"Little is here!"

The soldiers guarding the door immediately came in and knelt respectfully on one knee.

Song Yaoxu turned around with a flick of his sleeves, turned his back to them and said calmly, "Bring all the soldiers from the sick camp."

The two soldiers clasped their fists and went down to carry out their orders.

Song Yaoxu didn't care about the military doctor who was still kneeling tremblingly behind him, he stood with his lips pressed together and his hands folded, and waited until all the fifty soldiers in the tent area were taken outside the tent.

After listening to the soldier's report, he took a deep breath, turned around and walked out step by step, and the military doctor in the camp was also ordered to leave.

A neat group of fifty people knelt outside the tent, all bowed their heads and bowed in humility, and no one dared to make a sound at will.

Song Yaoxu glanced at all the soldiers present, and asked calmly, "Which ones are 'patients'?"

The soldiers below looked at each other in blank dismay, they couldn't figure out what his tone meant, and no one responded for a while.

Song Yaoxu looked at them and repeated in the same tone: "Gu ask again, who are the 'patients'?"

But anyone who has lived in the capital knows that the current crown prince has no airs, no matter who he is in front of, he always calls himself "I". This is the first time he uses the title "Gu".

The soldiers below did not dare to hesitate any longer, and more than 20 people came out one after another, kneeling tremblingly.

Song Yaoxu glanced at them, and said again: "Shichang is out."

Immediately afterwards, among the group of soldiers of the "patient", three more came out.

He was silent for a while, then laughed out of anger, and said in a calm tone, "No wonder the soldiers are so rampant. It turns out that there was a chief who took the lead."

He took a small step forward and looked at them condescendingly: "If you can take the lead in pretending to be a deserter today, will you be able to raise the flag and call for rebellion tomorrow?"

Song Yaoxu spoke slowly, with a smile in his eyes, calmly as if he was chatting about some household chores, but what he said made the soldiers present terrified.

He was labeled as a "rebel" for no reason. Even if the soldiers didn't understand his temperament, they knew that the situation was not good. The three chiefs even kowtowed in a panic: "Your Highness, please forgive me! The little one is Youtian. Even the most courageous will not dare to rebel!"

"Oh?" Song Yaoxu put one hand on the sword at his waist, tapped the hilt lightly with his index finger, and continued casually, "If you don't rebel, then don't you want to stay on the battlefield and bite back?"

The chief minister and the soldiers were all afraid to make a sound when they heard the knocking sound again and again.

Song Yaoxu didn't have the heart to deal with them any longer, so he summoned the soldiers on duty and ordered: "Anyone suspected of pretending to be a deserter will be taken down and punished with sixty sticks. Military doctors who committed the crime of covering up and collaborating with others will be punished with forty sticks. As for the three long……"

He paused, took a light breath, and then said coldly: "Take the lead in deception, drag it out and behead it as a public example, so as to warn others."

The three people kneeling in the front were startled when they heard the words. They never expected that the prince, who has always been famous for his benevolence and righteousness, would really kill him. They hurriedly knelt and crawled forward to beg for mercy: "Your Highness, please forgive me! I really don't want you to die again!" I dare not! I beg Your Highness to spare me!"

"The younger ones have the old and the younger ones, please give the younger one another chance, Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

"..."

The sounds of begging for mercy gradually spread away as the soldiers took them down, but Song Yaoxu kept clenching his hands tightly, almost forcing himself not to make any movements.

When Qi Zizhen came out of the tent, he saw him standing on the spot forcibly.

He didn't say much, and said softly: "Your Highness, come in first."

Song Yaoxu didn't speak, nodded and walked in behind Qi Zizhen, all the while pursing his lips, as if he was very uncomfortable.

After all, this was the first time he personally ordered someone to beheaded.

Qi Zizhen sighed softly, stepped forward and hugged him gently, but didn't say anything, letting him digest the emotions in his heart.

Song Yaoxu didn't say a word, he raised his arms back to hug him, and hugged him so quietly.

After a long while, Song Yaoxu finally calmed down from the emotion just now.

He let go of Qi Zizhen, took a long breath and smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, I made Zizhen laugh again."

Qi Zizhen shook his head and said softly, "Your Highness has done a good job this time."

Song Yaoxu didn't accept his praise, and said with a slight smile, "It's still not as good as Zizhen. In fact, Zizhen should have noticed something wrong a long time ago, right?"

Qi Zizhen didn't deny this, and responded honestly with a nasal voice: "I noticed it when the soldier came to report the first time. Will Your Highness blame me for not telling?"

"Of course not." Song Yaoxu sighed, "Zizhen didn't tell me that there must be Zizhen's considerations. In the final analysis, my ability is insufficient."

Listening to the faint disappointment in his words, Qi Zizhen raised his head to meet his gaze, his dark eyes were full of firmness: "I didn't tell His Highness because I believe in His Highness, and I believe His Highness can handle this matter by himself this time. "

Song Yaoxu was slightly stunned when he heard the words.

Qi Zizhen continued to say seriously: "We still need to learn about the battlefield, but I will not help His Highness in this kind of conspiracy and intrigue. I believe that His Highness is already capable of handling these things. Is it right?"

He stared at Song Yaoxu steadfastly, with only the most sincere trust and affirmation, like a little bit of starlight in the night, dazzling and shining.

Song Yaoxu was able to bump into his pure gaze by lowering his head a little, as if he had found a trace of clarity that could soothe his uneasiness in his heart.

After a long time, he smiled, slowly raised his hand, hugged Qi Zizhen into his arms again, and kissed his hair lightly almost reverently.

"Then I will not disappoint Zizhen."

Hearing the gentle but firm assurance in his ears, Qi Zizhen unconsciously curved his mouth, raised his hand and hugged him.

The light orchid fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, as quiet as ever, making people reluctant to let go, only hope that this hug can last longer.

However, at this moment, another sound suddenly came from the front of the tent.

"Oh right, Prince's Hall..."

In front of the tent, Tang Leyuan, who walked in carelessly after lifting the curtain, was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the two people who were embracing each other inside the tent.

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