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    ?In the autumn of the thirty-second year of Anping, a plague broke out in the north, and the plague was prevalent. Every family felt the pain of zombies, and every room was crying.  Either close the door and die, or lose the family and die.

    Among them, those with serious epidemic diseases are especially in the pass!  Emperor Anping issued an order to the world to do his best to prevent and control the epidemic, and allocated funds to send people, which he attached great importance to.

    Although he paid attention to it, the effect was very little. Emperor Anping dealt with many people who were not good at preventing the epidemic, which caused local officials to change their colors when they heard the epidemic.  Burning to death is so cruel that people can't bear to see it.

    The withered and yellow leaves swirled with the wind, blowing past the frightened and pale faces. Under the gloomy sky, the blazing flames formed a terrible bright red circle, and the burnt smell filled every person.  The man's nose was on the tip of his face, and he was standing close to him, and the corner of his clothes curled up with a little spark, and it was scorched black again.

    "Get us out!"

    "My lord, I beg you, the little one didn't get the plague, and the little one is in good health! Look, look!"

    "My lord, my lord, please be merciful"

    "There is no reason!"

    "God, look, look at these heartless people!"

    Humble begging, vicious curses, unwilling roars, all kinds of beings, constitute a tragic picture, but those officers and soldiers who drove the crowd into the circle of fire time and time again, their faces are insensitive. They have seen  Too much, I have heard too much of this kind of tragedy, no matter how much blood, no matter how much feeling, it has long since disappeared without a trace.

    "The troublemakers are a bunch of troublemakers! Anyone who dares to attack again will be killed on the spot!"

    The official standing far away covered his mouth and nose with a veil, as if he saw something dirty.

    "Ahem!"

    Coughing twice, Liu Moyan carefully avoided the spear that almost brushed his arm, and swayed his feet. Because of the unhealed typhoid fever, he was still a little dizzy and couldn't stand upright. His face was indifferent, but he was in harmony with  It is not the insensitivity of the people around who are about to burn to death, but a kind of indifferent indifference.

    He stared straight at the high platform where the officials stood, with a cold light in his eyes, let him live for a while.

    Because, he is waiting for someone, someone who has been waiting for a long, long time.

    There was already thick smoke billowing in the circle of fire, more and more people fell down, tears streaming down their faces, Liu Moyan stood straight, he was standing in the middle, so no one will notice him yet, they will wait here,  Just want to know one thing.

    "Stop!"

    With a stern voice, the voice was clear and magnetic. If it wasn't for this kind of time, it would definitely be a good voice that would make women fall in love with it. Just by hearing its voice, one could already imagine the person.

    With the sound of horseshoes, a group of people and horses stepped over the dust on the side of the road and rushed towards this side.

    The man in Tsing Yi is covered in dust and dust, but he can't hide his handsome and gentle face. Mo Shangren is like a jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world. He wears a green shirt and a bunch of black hair. He doesn't have any luxurious decorations. He is clean and simple like an ordinary person, but  , when he held the Shangfang sword and held down the high-spirited officials on the high platform with strict justice, in this gloomy and dim sky, the whole person exuded a dazzling light.

    Because of the incident on the high platform, there was another commotion in the crowd below. The man stood in the middle of the high platform and shouted loudly to ask everyone to be quiet.  You can feel the natural dignity and aura of the man on stage, Liu Moyan narrowed his eyes slightly, it's really been a long time since I saw you, Duan Jinrong!

    "This king is Duan Jinrong, the ninth son of His Majesty. He was ordered by His Majesty to inspect the treatment of epidemic diseases in various places I have a few royal doctors with me, who will treat everyone carefully. As long as you don't give up, I will definitely do my best."  With great efforts to prevent and control the plague, some people may die, but at least no one will be innocently killed"

    The man talked eloquently on the high platform, and within a few words, he gave everyone hope and engraved his name in everyone's hearts.

    Duan Jinrong has always been a good player in buying people's hearts. He didn't provide money or medicine. It was just a tent built on the outskirts of the city to house plague patients. He just called in a few doctors from the city to treat the people and determine whether it was a plague.  Spread the reputation of caring for the common people and being upright in dealing with things. This place, after all, is in the pass, with a large population and close to the imperial capital.

    Many people were separated. Those with obvious symptoms, those who looked healthy, and those who seemed to be wrong were arranged by the officers and soldiers to be checked by the doctors. Liu Moyan lowered his head and followed the queue to a doctor. Suddenly, a line of sight fell  On the body, he made a wrong step, trying to avoid the wind around him, but was still supported by someone.    "careful!"

    His eyes darkened, he looked up at the person who was supporting him, his smile was as gentle as the man in the spring breeze in March, Liu Moyan also smiled, his smile was less gentle than the man's, and more enchanting: "Thank you!"

    Thank you for making me sure so quickly. The meeting between you and me was not accidental. Thank God for allowing me to meet you again.

    "The grassroots are fine, can Prince Rong let go?"

    With a little banter, Liu Moyan raised his wrist slightly, clasping another hand with a slightly darker complexion on it, holding them tightly together, with a very different taste.

    Duan Jinrong's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and instead of letting go immediately, he looked a little worried, and ordered the guards around him: "Take this little brother to Doctor Du for a diagnosis and treatment"

    Duan Jinrong was interrupted before he finished speaking.

    "Cao Min is the same as everyone else, no special treatment is needed!"

    The smile on Liu Moyan's lips was gentle and shallow, and compared to the enchanting one just now, it was a little more quiet, every movement and every stillness, each with its own charm, Duan Jinrong was taken aback, and the person in his palm took advantage of the situation to make a beautifully shaped hand  , followed closely by the people in front of the queue, and had no intention of talking to Duan Jinrong.

    "Don't be self-willed, this king sees you in your prime, so"

    Duan Jinrong blocked the behavior of the attendants behind him who wanted to reprimand, shook his head, and looked at Liu Moyan, just like looking at a child who doesn't know the importance.

    "How old is the prince?"

    The young man raised his brows and eyes slantingly, with the spirit of a young man. Even though he was a little pale because of the illness, he still couldn't hide the strength in his bones.

    "My king is double ten this year!"

    "Well, Caomin is seventeen this year, and there is only a three-year gap between him and the prince. It shouldn't make you want to be an elder, right?"

    The snow-white teeth were exposed, crystal clear and moist, dazzling the eyes.

    Duan Jinrong found that he couldn't take his eyes off the face of the young man in front of him. He was so beautiful, charming, and his demeanor was ever-changing. After just a few meetings, he had already remembered the young man.

    "Eh!"

    Duan Jinrong snorted, and came back to his senses. Liu Moyan smiled comfortably and moved his feet away from the opponent's toes. On those exquisite boots, there were deep footprints on them.

    He made no secret of the little bad things he had done, but seemed to be very proud of them.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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