Fourth Lord's Black Moonlight Queen

Chapter 13 Cinnamon
"There was a flood in Yongping Mansion a few days ago, and those victims gathered in the southern suburbs of the capital."

"If you don't get proper resettlement, it may affect the stability of the capital. His Royal Highness ordered you to go to the southern suburbs to appease the victims."

"My lord, wait for your servant!"

Li Jingui was naturally worried about the fourth elder brother, so he hurriedly packed his luggage to go with the fourth elder brother.But I saw that the fourth elder brother had an angry look on his face.

"Nonsense! Such a chaotic place is not a place for you as a woman! Wait for the master to come back in the palace! The most important thing for you now is to stay and study hard!"

Yinzhen solemnly supported Li Jingui's shoulder and said, at this time Ma Qi and Su Peisheng had already prepared their luggage and waited outside the door.

A group of people hurriedly left the side hall.

"Li Jingui!"

With a small bag on her back, Lan Qier climbed over the wall and jumped into the front yard. Even though the door of the side hall was open, she had to climb over the wall to enter the room every time.

"I heard that there were mobs in the southern suburbs, and there were several murders! Is it true that the prince threw this hot potato to your fourth elder brother?"

"Go! Let's go to the southern suburbs!"

After hearing Lan Qier's words, Li Jingui couldn't sit still anymore, so he pulled Lan Qier and rushed towards the direction where the fourth elder brother was leaving.

In the southern outskirts of the capital, compared with the prosperity of the city separated by a wall, the scene on the outskirts of the city at this time is a desolate purgatory on earth.

Every few steps, there are unkempt, sallow and emaciated victims stretching out their helpless hands. There are old and weak women and children, normal people with well-developed limbs, and various disabled people.

Some people are exhausted due to the long journey, so they can only kneel on the ground and kowtow to passers-by, just hoping to have something to eat.

"Kill this kid quickly! Otherwise, everyone will die! Now is not the time to be arrogant!"

Not far away, a group of disaster victims in ragged clothes surrounded a skinny five or six-year-old boy from a distance, filled with righteous indignation.

A middle-aged man lifted up a sharp stone with a painful face, gritted his teeth and smashed it towards the boy's Tianling Gai.

At this moment, a pair of plain hands with thin calluses tightly grasped his murderous arm.

"Why did you kill him? What did the kid do wrong?"

The child is innocent, what kind of hatred wants this child's life?

Lan Qier flew up and kicked the middle-aged man away, while Li Jingui rushed to the boy lying on the ground.

"He got the plague, the disease will be contagious, girl don't become Mr. Dong Guo and don't know it!"

"Bah! You are a sour scholar who knows nothing! If this is your son or your own brother, you can still stand up and make sarcastic remarks!"

"Girl, I am the father of this child, this is my only son!"

The middle-aged man who was kicked away by Lan Qier crawled in front of the still fainting boy.

"My son, Li Zhengdao, the dog Li Wei has a cold and fever, and Tang's genius doctor is helpless. They are right. My son's illness should not endanger other people's lives!"

"After sending my son away, I will commit suicide by the side of my son's grave to apologize!"

"Which quack doctor! It's simply disregarding human life!"

Li Jingui's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard the name of the disease.Really even God pities this child.

In the 26th year of Kangxi, King Louis XIV of France sent five missionaries to the Qing Dynasty to preach.

In order to do as the Romans do, these five people gave themselves Han names, namely Hong Ruohan, Li Ming, Bai Jin, Zhang Cheng, and Liu Ying.

All kinds of knowledge and books they brought were collected and appreciated by His Majesty.

At that time, His Majesty was suffering from a rare fever, vomiting, diarrhea and fever. When the imperial physicians were at a loss, Hong Ruohan and Liu Ying offered Jinji Nashuang.

This medicine actually has a miraculous effect on the cold and fever of Yaoshi Wuling.His Majesty recovered quickly.

"Shut up! What do you know, a woman with long hair and short knowledge?"

A boy in black robe asked in a bad tone with his arms crossed.

"Lanzier!"

Li Jingui signaled Lan Qier to come to her side, and the two whispered to each other for a long time. At first, Lan Qier just shook his head and refused, and finally struggled for a long time, nodded with difficulty and turned to leave.

"Girl! Don't hurt us!"

"You little whore! How can you be so vicious at such a young age!"

"Or you might as well beat her to death and bury her together! Don't leave any harm behind!"

"I can save this child! Give me one day, if you can't save this child, you can do whatever you want!"

Some hungry people in the crowd began to argue emotionally.

"Hehe, what a joke! You, a slut, are brazenly talking about a strange disease that our young master can't cure. Even if you are beaten to death, you don't deserve sympathy!"

"Tang Lei! Shut up!"

A man in white with a black drapery hat appeared in front of everyone carrying a medicine box.Although the face under the veil could not be seen clearly, the voice was deep and hoarse, which made people stare sideways.

Under the veil, Tang Haoqing was looking at the overconfident woman in front of her with inquiring eyes.

"Since she can save a life, give her a day!"

"Tang Miracle Doctor is right! Then listen to Tang Miracle Doctor!"

"Hurry up! The porridge is ready! Go and get it!"

The porridge shed not far away was already crowded with people, Tang Haoqing took Tang Lei, a book boy who was still chattering, to the porridge shed to help distribute porridge.

"I'm so hungry... Dad..."

"Xiao Wei! Daddy is here! You wait for Daddy!"

The middle-aged man saw that his son opened his eyes quietly, and wept with joy, he picked up the broken sea bowl at his feet and squeezed towards the crowded porridge shed.

But soon he returned to the place with a sad face and an empty bowl, dejected.

"There are too many monks and too little porridge. Every time I go back to get porridge, it is always empty! Hey...those wicked people who fish in troubled waters!"

"What villain? Who fishes in troubled waters?"

Li Jingui noticed that there was something unusual in this, it seemed that someone was taking advantage of natural disasters and man-made disasters for personal gain!

"Where are there so many disaster victims, half of them are disguised by the mountain people near the capital, so that they can eat without working and eat the disaster relief food given by the imperial court!"

"No reason!"

Li Jingui put little Li Wei back into the arms of the middle-aged man, and ran to Tang Haoqing who was still serving porridge in three steps and two steps.

"Miracle Doctor Tang! Many of these porridge recipients are fishers in troubled waters!"

"Can you find a way to make these people retreat and ensure that the relief food can fall into the hands of the victims who really need it?"

"There is no way! It is impossible to check their identities and places of origin one by one, it is too time-consuming and laborious!"

Tang Haoqing sighed helplessly, since the first day when he gave out the porridge, he had discovered the disadvantages of this.

According to reliable information, the total number of disaster victims who came to Beijing this time was only more than 5000, but the statistics in the past few days have far exceeded this number. It is roughly estimated that there are at least [-] people.

He also wanted to get rid of those people who wanted to get something for nothing, but because there was no solution, he had no choice but to cook the porridge thinner, but it was a drop in the bucket!
"Hey! You crazy woman! Stop it!"

(End of this chapter)