Then, Ning Wenxian sat by the bed and wanted to hold Su Chengyu's hand, but Su Chengyu was frightened and quickly retracted his hand back into the quilt, preventing Ning Wenxian from holding it.

"Your Highness..." Ning Wenxian was a little injured.

Su Chengyu said: "Ming Juechen is looking for a way to cure the plague. Maybe it can be cured. My hands are broken and pus is drained. You'd better not touch it."

Ning Wenxian immediately shook her head: "Your Highness, Wenxian is not afraid."

"I'm afraid!" Su Chengyu shouted. "I'm afraid that before I die from the plague, you will die from the plague!"

"Your Highness..."

"obedient."

"Yes, Your Highness." Ning Wenxian couldn't help but smile, her smile full of sweetness, as if they were talking about love and love to travel around, and they were not in this terrifying plague city at all.

Su Chengyu looked at Ning Wenxian and smiled sweetly and secretly swears in his heart: If I could return to the imperial capital alive, I would definitely be better for this person.

...

With Ning Wenxian's company, Su Chengyu was in a much better mood than before. Even though the plague still tortured, he felt uncomfortable and wanted to end his life and die immediately.

...

On that day, Qin Er entered Nanshen City and brought a lot of blue grass roots in, with fifty sacks.

Xiao Changyi left five sacks and placed them in the palace. Xiao Changyi asked Meng Zhuqing to send the others to the medicinal dining room.

Meng Zhuqing received the order and went to the palace to deliver the forty-five sacks of blue grass roots at the entrance of the palace to the medicinal kitchen, but he just went to the palace and happened to meet Tuoba Yao who had returned from outside.

"Princess." Meng Zhuqing first saluted respectfully, and then couldn't help but say, "This city is too dangerous. It's better for the princess to stay in the palace and not walk around."

Tuoba Yao said nothing, but Qingqing glanced at Meng Zhuqing coldly, and continued to carry on the palace without stopping.

But Meng Zhuqing saw that the sachet on Tuoba Yao's neck was gone. The sachet contained various anti-epidemic drugs. He immediately asked in shock: "Princess, where is your sachet?"

Tuoba Yao subconsciously looked down and saw that there was no sachet on her neck. She was stunned at first, then said lightly: "I don't know when it fell off."

Meng Zhuqing was so angry that she was dying. How could this thing fall off!

Although she was very angry, Meng Zhuqing didn't scold anything, let alone show it. Instead, she hurriedly took off the sachet on her neck and gave it to Tuoba Yao.

"The princess first uses the last general. When the last general comes back, he will find someone to make a new one for the princess."

Tuoba Yao didn't answer.

But Meng Zhuqing didn't care whether he was wrong or not, so he forced him to Tuoba Yao.

He didn't talk to Tuoba Yao anymore. As soon as Meng Zhuqing stuffed the sachet to Tuoba Yao, he took someone to send Lancaogen to the medicinal food hall.

In the medicinal hall, people who were infected with plague died in it every day. When Meng Zhuqing went, two more died.

Apart from having someone carry the body out and cremate, Meng Zhuqing can't do anything.

"Zhuzhu, you are here just right. Come here quickly and help give everyone some ice." When Gong Juechen saw Meng Zhuqing, he asked Meng Zhuqing to help ice the patient infected with the plague.

Once this plague is infected, the symptom is high fever. Although bluegrass roots can help relieve a little, they are only a little bit. I am afraid that these people will be fooled by the high fever, so I can only use ice to cool down the bodies of these people.

It turns out that the ice in the ice cellar in Nanshen City was not enough. Fortunately, An Jing knew that saltpeter made ice so that the ice supply was sufficient.
Chapter completed!