Chang'an is good

A soldier waved his hand towards the child and said: "Go, go, go, you are sick and you are still moving forward, get away..."

The child shrank his neck. He wanted to say that he was not sick, but out of fear, he walked away.

Seeing the child leave, the soldier who drove him away laughed loudly: "What a little fool, he still has to help carry firewood!"

"They are all fools..." the soldier pouring the kerosene said without raising his head: "These firewood are all chopped and collected by them."

Those people didn't have a long brain or a long memory at all, and they believed whatever they heard. Ever since the imperial court declared that the plague was caused by Bian Jun and promised to treat them, these people were only grateful to the imperial court.

Some people are so sick that they can't walk steadily, but they kowtow every time they see them. They are as thin as firewood, and they still help them collect firewood diligently.

Little did they know that these firewood were not used to boil water for them to cook food, but to cook them.

"Have you all raised donkeys before? It seems to me that they are almost the same..." The soldier pouring the kerosene continued in a self-consciously superior tone: "Donkeys are easier to feed than horses, tamer than horses, and more hardworking than horses... When I was a child, my family Having raised one, it became humane. When my father went to work in the mountains, it would go home and carry water and food for my father to send up the mountain. Later, when the donkey got old and wanted to kill it for meat, my father took a knife. Kill the donkey, guess what? It didn’t even try to hide, it just stood there and looked at us, its blood almost drained before it fell down...silly!"

The two soldiers beside him laughed.

There was a young soldier who didn't want to laugh. He didn't think it was funny. Instead, he thought the donkey was pitiful and should not be ridiculed like this. But if he said such words, he would become a joke.

This world is often like this, especially today's world. Many times he can't tell how to judge right from wrong.

But looking at the ignorant people through the cracks in the shack, he couldn't help but said: "But... aren't the people sent by the imperial court to treat them already arriving? Why must..."

"Treatment?" The soldiers beside him sneered: "What to use for treatment? If we really need to resettle them all, at least 20,000 or 30,000 people would need to eat, drink and take medicine every day. When will we be the boss? My military salary is tight. How can there be so much money to fill the bellies of these useless people?"

The soldier still felt uncomfortable: "But General Xiao has confessed..."

This time, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a cold glance: "Don't forget, our coach's surname is Li."

As if he was afraid that the stupid-looking young soldier wouldn't understand, the speaker added: "He is the saint's nephew!"

Isn't it obvious enough that the saint's attitude is tilted?

In the current situation, if you follow orders, you will definitely not make any mistakes.

Another companion patted the young soldier on the shoulder and "comforted": "There is nothing we can do about God punishing people to death..."

As for the thorough investigation and investigation afterwards, it is naturally Bian Chunliang's fault.

"Now Bian Jun's strength is almost exhausted. When we win the battle, we can return to the capital to receive the reward..."

When people die cleanly, things will naturally become clean as well.

The soldier lowered his head and looked at his palms, which were dirty and black from carrying firewood, with a confused expression... Are they clean?
After everything was ready, a soldier lit a torch.

At this time, the little boy who had left just now came over with an old man. When the old man saw the torch, he couldn't help but was stunned. He quickly bowed his waist and bowed: "Little old man, I have a troublesome question. I don't know if you are a military master." This is……"

He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, and was wearing a shabby long gown. Several soldiers recognized him. This man had some prestige among this group of people. It is said that before Bian Jun entered Yuezhou City, he was also a wealthy and philanthropic member. External.

The people living in these rows of shacks basically followed him.

Seeing that the old man had clearly realized something at this moment, but was still careful to please, the soldier who had just talked about the old story of the family donkey smiled jokingly: "Except the old man, my brothers are about to help you treat your illness!"

As he spoke, the soldier holding the torch lowered the torch and lit the dry firewood sprinkled with kerosene.

The fire spread with a "boom", and the old man was shocked and asked in a panic: "Masters, why are you doing this! This is absolutely impossible!"

In desperation, the old man rushed forward quickly and was about to seize the torch. The smiling soldier dropped his smile and kicked the old man back to the ground.

The child was so frightened that he cried: "...Zuo Yuanwai!"

The old man said to the child: "Little jacket, hurry up... let everyone run away!"

When the child heard this, he turned around and ran away, crying and shouting: "The military master has set a fire, Zuo Yuanwai told everyone to run!"

"Old man!" The soldier stepped on the old man's back, drew his sword and said, "Guard them all. If you dare to run away, kill them all and throw them back and burn them clean!"

The old man who was trampled on the ground cried and begged: "Please, military masters, be kind. These are innocent people who suffered, and there are many children who have not been infected..."

No one paid attention to his words, and the spreading fire quickly surrounded the shacks built on three sides into a sea of ​​flames.

There are hundreds of people settled here alone, and dozens of steps away, there is another shack gathered, where preparations have begun to light a fire.

The people were crying and trying to escape, but there were soldiers guarding the exit with swords raised, like Yama guarding hell.

The deputy general sent by Li Xian was watching. At this time, his subordinates came to report that the imperial envoy had arrived.

The deputy general turned his head and saw that a team of carriages and horses was indeed approaching. He frowned slightly and took a few steps forward to meet them.

These imperial envoys arrived faster than expected, and they went directly to the place where the people were settled, which was more convenient than he expected.

The leader was Song Xian. When he saw the fire in front of him, his expression immediately changed. He got off his horse and walked forward quickly. He opened his mouth and immediately asked: "What happened!"

The deputy general glanced at his official uniform and said in a kind and friendly tone: "Please be patient, sir. It's just that the water in the shack accidentally leaked."

Song Xian's intuition was wrong: "Then why no one put out the fire!"

He looked closely and saw people crying and running away, but they were blocked by the fire. There was a buzz in his head and he blurted out: "...are you going to set fire to these people?!"

The deputy general's face darkened: "Sir, be careful what you say!"

Song Xian wanted to speak again, but he followed Fang Ting, the minister of etiquette, who got off the carriage and came over. The deputy general raised his hand to salute Fang Ting: "I have met the imperial envoy. His humble position is Yan Chenglu, the deputy general under the command of the Korean prince."

The intention of self-reporting one's identity in this way is self-evident.

Fang Ting frowned quickly, and then immediately signaled to his subordinates to tell the team of doctors behind him to move slowly and not to approach this place in a hurry.

This move made Song Xian's eyebrows beat wildly: "Master Fang, they are setting fire to the people affected by the epidemic!"

Fang Ting raised his hand and interrupted Song Xian's words.

The deputy general named Yan sneered and glanced at the stunned young official, cupped his hands towards Fang Ting, turned around and walked away.

Song Xian was very anxious: "Fang Shilang..."

"Does the Censor of the Song Dynasty know what kind of sacred orders we have come under for this trip?" Fang Ting looked at Song Xian and said, "Suppress the chaos and prevent the spread of the plague."

The anxiety in Song Xian's heart suddenly seemed to be frozen.

What does this mean?

Is the way to quell the epidemic is to kill everyone?

"Although this method..." Fang Ting sighed: "But it is the safest."

Moreover, this place is under the jurisdiction of the military, and Duke Han is the nephew of a saint. If they have a dispute with Duke Gu's subordinates, it is not a good choice, and it does not make much sense. "It's safe..." Song Xian's eyes turned red as he asked in a low voice, "Dare I ask, is this an instruction from a saint?"

Fang Ting looked at him, shook his head, and reminded in his eyes: "Song Yushi, you and I both know that a saint has never given such an instruction—"

The saint simply asked them to deal with the plague.

Song Xian suddenly understood - the sage will not express it clearly, but there is no shortage of ministers who can figure out the sage's will and act... In this way, no matter what the result is, the sage will never make mistakes.

Is this the best way to be a king?

"The Yushi of the Song Dynasty came here on his own recommendation. The reason why the saint agreed is enough to show the saint's intention to promote and reuse..." Fang Ting sighed and reminded: "After returning to Beijing for business this time, Mr. Song will definitely be promoted again..."

He would be happy to give a few words to such a promising young man.

Song Xian's mind was just buzzing, "Jiaocha?" There is no need to do anything, just watching these people being burned alive is enough to make a good deal, right? Then this job is really "easy".

Song Xian felt the fire scorch and deform the air, and heat waves rolled in, but he felt an endless chill from the soles of his feet.

Fang Ting raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and finally said: "Master Song is still too young...Everything needs to be carefully considered and the overall situation should be the most important thing."

Song Xian took a step back, lowered his eyes, and raised his hand to salute: "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for reminding me. The pros and cons are all clear to my subordinates."

Fang Ting felt relieved, nodded and said, "Let's go back to the car and talk with me in detail..."

As he spoke, he turned around, and Song Xian followed him back with his head lowered.

The ten fingers of Song Xian's sleeves were clenched into palms, and countless voices were mixed in his mind. Official career, future, emperor's heart, the overall situation... These are all very important. If you put them randomly, they are like a big mountain, enough to make a noble person in the court. Officials of the sixth rank who have no foundation will be shattered to pieces and will never recover.

The heat wave was scorching behind him, and Song Xian still felt that every inch of his body was cold and stiff.

A shrill shout came from behind, and Song Xian suddenly froze, as if he felt a stone being aimed at his face with a slingshot.

When he listened again, the cries for help became thicker and thicker, and it was like more and more stones hitting his face and body - just like when he was bullied by Ming Jin in the past.

The humiliation and powerlessness felt at that time suddenly came to my heart again.

What flashed in his mind was the old appearance of the young prince riding back to the capital.

In the past, the man returned justice to him because the other party had the ability to do so, but now his power is still weak...

Song Xian closed his eyes fiercely.

"...Master Song!"

The officials' exclamations rang out, and Fang Ting looked back, only to see Song Xian suddenly get on his horse.

"drive!"

Song Xian drove his horse and galloped towards the direction of the fire.

Now his ability is still very little...

But if he is not willing to use his meager strength to seek justice for others today, even if he is in a high position in the future, he is destined to be just a corpse-like person!

He won't be that person!
The child who was tied to a tree and bullied in the past would not allow himself to become that person!

"I am Song Xian, the imperial envoy. The sage has an order not to harm the people affected by the epidemic at all! Anyone who disobeys the order will be regarded as disobeying the order and will be severely punished!"

Song Xian rode his horse and shouted loudly, pulled off his official badge from his waist and said loudly.

Seeing that he was wearing official robes, the soldiers in charge of guarding were all panicked after hearing this - the saint is not allowed to kill people affected by the epidemic? Could anyone be mistaken?

When it comes to sacred orders, no one dares to be careless. The common people whose clothes were burned also heard this cry and saw the soldiers put away their swords in a panic and hurriedly rushed out.

Song Xian jumped off his horse and showed his "official power" that he had never shown before: "Put out the fire! Save people!"

"I am here with the holy order! Let's see who dares to cause trouble and hurt the people!"

As he walked quickly and shouted, he pushed away a dazed soldier and picked up the old man who was trampled on the ground.

The old man stood up with difficulty, with tears streaming down his face: "This sir..."

While Song Xian was helping him, he whispered urgently in the old man's ear: "Let's go...go quickly!"

The old man's body stiffened for a moment, and when he looked at Song Xian, his eyes were even more grateful. He didn't bother to salute, but limped into the fire and directed the people to escape.

Fortunately, the shacks here were built in the open air. Although many people were injured, they were not incapacitated due to inhalation of heavy smoke.

Fang Ting sighed anxiously: "You're so confused...how dare you pretend to preach the holy will!"

In this way, no matter how it ends, even if Song Xian will not be punished on the surface, there is absolutely no chance that he will be reused by the saint again!

Han Chuang studied hard for more than ten years, and once his future was ruined, he was really confused!

Therefore, we cannot let these stupid young people be put directly into actual work without being tempered and settled!

The deputy general named Yan cursed his mother and tried to re-direct the soldiers, but the situation was chaotic and the voices were mixed. As the people kept running away, the situation seemed to be out of control.

Song Xian knew that he could not really save these people on his own. In a panic, he grabbed a soldier who was helping the people out of the fire and tried to ask: "...Are you a member of General Xiao Minxiao?"

As expected, the soldier nodded repeatedly.

Song Xian said hurriedly: "Report the situation here to General Xiao quickly!"

Because he was concerned about the plague, he knew more about the situation here. He knew that Xiao Min had taken the initiative to save and resettle thousands of people affected by the epidemic.

The soldier was choked and said with tears in his eyes: "Someone has gone to report to the general!"

They were ordered by General Xiao to properly resettle the people. The reason why they did not stop Li Xian's men this time was not because they were disloyal to General Xiao. On the contrary, they did not dare to replace the emperor because they saw the emperor's attitude. General Xiao, who was ill, made a decision——

Some people do whatever it takes to do meritorious deeds but have no scruples, while others are forced to survive between humanity and power.

Song Xian: "I'm afraid someone will intercept me. To be on the safe side, you should go and report it again!"

"Yes!"

Just as the soldier was about to leave, Song Xian asked hurriedly: "Wait a minute, how many shacks are there like this one?"

"...There are more than a dozen places!" On the other side, the child who ran out to report the news at first answered the girl on the carriage, pointed forward, and cried: "From this village, to that village! There are many people!"

"Don't be afraid, don't cry!" The girl stretched out her hand to him: "Come on, get in the car and lead the way, and let's go report the news together!" (End of Chapter)