Hello Chang’an

 The child nodded and handed over his hand.

Seeing that the child's face was flushed as if he had a high fever, the driver almost rolled off the shaft and waved his hands repeatedly: "They are all people suffering from the plague... I don't dare!"

Moreover, this situation seemed wrong, like there was some disagreement... If he did something he shouldn't have done or listened to something he shouldn't have heard, his life would be over!

The more the coachman thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he ran away.

The girl sitting in the car is Qiao Yumian.

Because Dr. Sun in the car was not used to sharing the same car with other doctors, Qiao Yumian purchased another carriage and horse. This coachman was also hired by Qiao Yumian at a high price with his own money. He promised to take her to Yuezhou and then left.

Qiao Yumian was just following the team of doctors when she saw a fire ahead and realized something was wrong. She gave the driver more money and asked him to leave the team from the rear to take a look at the situation ahead -

Seeing the coachman leaving at this time, Qiao Yumian gritted her teeth, sat on the coachman's seat, grabbed the reins, and shouted with a trembling voice: "...drive!"

She was previously blind due to a fall from a horse when she was young. Although the eye has healed now, there is still an indelible shadow left over the need to control the horse.

But she couldn't care much at this time, and she was too nervous. She was shaking uncontrollably and crying, while driving the carriage and driving forward to report the news.

Soon, nearly ten thousand people fled from more than a dozen stilts. More than half of the shacks were already on fire. However, because Song Xian disrupted the situation first, the people's desire and courage to survive were aroused, and they were ordered to set fire to it. The soldiers could no longer frighten and suppress so many people.

Lieutenant General Yan Chenglu looked gloomy.

He did not expect that there would be such a situation at this time, so he only brought less than a thousand soldiers. In fact, a thousand soldiers were already quite a lot. There were more than a dozen shacks, each with hundreds of sick people gathered, and they were divided into sixty and seventy. A soldier with a sword for guarding is quite sufficient, even more than enough -

But the bad thing is that here comes a young official who doesn't abide by the rules, pretends to preach the holy will, and acts completely recklessly!

Moreover, this person spoke categorically, claiming that saints are not allowed to harm the common people, which made it difficult for many soldiers to tell the truth from the false. For a while, they did not dare to kill those common people rashly, so they missed the best opportunity to control the situation immediately. The situation quickly became out of control—

Even at this time, many soldiers were still watching uncertainly!

Yan Chenglu was so angry that he sat on his horse, scolded loudly and ordered the soldiers to assemble.

If it was really self-defeating and allowed these people to run away and spread the plague again, he would probably be unable to eat and carry around!

But as he led the people to pursue him and saw the situation clearly ahead, Yan Chenglu laughed sarcastically.

The ignorant people were in a panic, fearing that they would be shot alone, and with someone directing them from behind, they almost all gathered in one place, followed the people at the front, and fled in the same direction—

Most people cannot tell the specific direction when they are in extreme panic. Moreover, this place is a hundred miles away from Yuezhou City. It is not an environment that these Yuezhou people are accustomed to. In addition, in summer, dense vegetation blocks the view ahead. They also cannot I don’t know where the road under my feet will lead, I only know how to survive by running forward.

Song Xian, who was holding a burned child and riding a horse to maintain order among the teams, faintly smelled the hot and humid smell in the air, looked straight ahead, and vaguely caught a glimpse of the situation ahead through the height of the horse, and his face suddenly changed. He changed and shouted: "...Stop! Don't go any further!"

And hurriedly pointed the way: "Hurry through the grass here and go to the left!"

But his voice was like a stone sinking in the sea, making no waves among the restless crowd.

The crowd just ran forward like a flock of sheep being chased by wild beasts.

Until the soldiers from the rear gradually approached, and began to slowly encircle their left and right sides, forming a three-sided siege, and the only remaining front was the fast-flowing Han River.

The river's swollen water level kept flowing in the summer, blocking their only way forward.

They have no way out and no way out.

An atmosphere of panic and despair spread among the crowd.

Song Xian got off his horse and stood in the front of the crowd.

Yan Chenglu drove his horse, approached slowly, and said with a smile: "It seems that this is God's will. God is good at life and does not want to see the plague spread!"

Yan Chenglu said and looked at Song Xian: "My lord, you should be glad that this has not been a big mistake. Otherwise, once the plague spreads, you and I will not be able to bear the consequences!"

"Killing to stop the epidemic is not the best strategy!" Song Xian pointed to the people beside him and said angrily: "Tens of thousands of lives are here today, and the saint has not made it clear, how can you do this to slaughter the people!"

Yan Chenglu chuckled, has the saint not made it clear yet? Does this kind of thing still need a sage’s explicit instruction?

How did these people become officials?

Yan Chenglu didn't answer, and couldn't answer the words. He just looked at Song Xian and said: "My lord, it's better to look back -"

Song Xian did not move an inch: "I was appointed the number one scholar by the sage during the palace examination last year. Now I am serving at the Yushitai. Today, I am here. Let's see who dares to hurt the people!"

Yan Chenglu laughed again in his heart, he was still the top pick!

"I'm sorry." Yan Chenglu raised his hand that was holding the reins without any respect: "Since you are the number one scholar that the saint values, I would like to remind you of my humble position. If you still insist on having your own way -"

As he spoke, he glanced at the common people: "If you despise your position and consider the overall situation, you can only be punished on the spot for deliberately spreading the plague, along with these unscrupulous people with ulterior motives!"

It is true that officials in the government are not someone he can kill casually. If he had not had such scruples, he would not have talked nonsense with them.

But this is not Beijing, and it is not the peaceful years when civilian officials control everything. If the other party really does not know how to praise, he will not be able to kill him!

Seeing that Song Xian could not frighten these sergeants at all, the old man surnamed Zuo said in tears: "The common people are very grateful for your kindness..."

After saying that, he knelt down and bowed to Song Xian: "...God's will is such, please go back!"

There is no way for them to survive, and if this gentleman can survive, he will be a good official who can benefit the country... There are too few such officials nowadays, so he must stay alive.

Seeing Zuo Yuanwai like this, other people could not help but shed tears. There was anger and unwillingness in their eyes, but most of them were unable to accept their fate.

They were too scared and too tired, and no longer had the energy or mental energy to struggle anymore.

At the end, a woman near the water tried to throw her child into the river, but she was held back by the people beside her.

The cries of the woman who was pulled were filled with grief, anger and despair: "...I would rather sacrifice my life to the goddess of the Han River than die under the swords of these evil spirits with human faces and animal hearts!"

Hearing the mention of the goddess of the Han River in her words, many people cried and knelt down towards the Han River.

Many legends about goddesses have been circulated along the Han River. It is said that the two Han River goddesses are intelligent and kind, strong and soft, rescue people in distress, and care about the common people.

"Please, the Goddess, appear... to uphold justice and lead a way out for us!" "Please, the Goddess, show mercy..."

More and more people knelt down and prayed to God with tears.

When Song Xian heard this, his heart felt like a knife piercing his heart, and he couldn't bear to look back.

These people first suffered from war, then suffered from epidemics, and now they are forced into such a desperate situation by the imperial court. They can only kneel down and pray for God's blessing... What kind of rotten world is this? !

After more than ten years of living in poverty, he finally put on this official robe... just to serve such a court and be loyal to such a king!

The king's exercise of power may be a matter of course, and no one like Song Xian can comment on it... But if the king only has the word "power" in his heart, what should the small people do in troubled times?

Song Xianjing stood motionless, but his heart felt like a mountain disintegrating. He felt that his past cognition was completely destroyed, and grief and anger burst out from the bottom of his heart, burning the disintegrated fragments into ashes.

At this time, Yan Chenglu's voice sounded: "My lord, my patience is running out."

Song Xian squeezed out a sad laugh from his teeth, but his red eyes were filled with determination and courage: "Today, Song Xian vows to advance and retreat together with the people of Dasheng!"

It doesn't matter whether he doesn't know how to adapt, he is stupid, or he is crazy for taking his own future and life...

But if people wearing official robes and holding power are unwilling to stand in front of the living people, then this world will surely perish!

If the world is about to perish, Song Xian will die!

He didn't do anything today, just to do what Song Xian was supposed to do!

The people behind him were crying loudly, not only for themselves, but also for the young official who had never met him and risked his life to protect him.

"Okay! Since Mr. Song is so stubborn, I will fulfill Mr. Song's ambition to become a ghost hero!" As Yan Chenglu spoke, he quickly drew his sword and drove the horse.

He had killed many people, but this was the first time he considered himself an upright civil servant.

Normally, he would have to think twice, but this time is different!

The world is in chaos, and the world now belongs to their generals. The court must rely on them to kill the enemy, and the saints must rely on them to put down the chaos!

The pleasure of controlling life and death and being in a superior position shocked Yan Chenglu, causing a strange bloodthirsty light to appear in his eyes.

He killed the troublesome Song Xian first, and then the remaining lamb-like people would no longer dare to resist!

But while he was coming with his horse and sword, many people spontaneously stopped in front of Song Xian, and many people protected Song Xian and retreated.

At this time, among the people in the rear, someone suddenly shouted: "The goddess of the Han River has appeared... she has appeared!"

It started as a child's cry because he saw the windless water making waves -

People are always willing to believe the voice they want to hear. Under the shadow of death, these words of salvation quickly spread among the crowd. They shouted, as if the louder they shouted, the more meaningful the words were. It could become a reality.

Just like those legends that can move the gods by gathering the thoughts of all people.

Yan Chenglu suddenly reined in his horse, stopped moving, and concentrated on distinguishing something.

He never believed in ghosts and gods, and he did not take into account the crazy words of these people before they died, but he vaguely heard the sound of horse hooves approaching, and the ground was shaking slightly -

Sure enough, after a few more breaths, the sound of the horse's hooves could be heard clearly, and it was as powerful as the thunder rolling in on a summer day.

Song Xian, who was pushed into the crowd by the people's protection, suddenly turned his head and looked to the right. If it were General Xiao, he would definitely come from behind those people, not from the side... If it wasn't General Xiao, it would be...

Song Xian, who was already prepared to die, almost stopped breathing to identify the person coming, until he saw a military flag waving in front of the rolling cavalry, and on it was a very eye-catching word "Chang"!

Song Xianjue's face suddenly showed a clear expression that he had never seen before, and it was difficult to distinguish between laughter and tears - he didn't know the purpose of the other party's visit, whether he came for these people, but as long as it was her, it would be the best!

Song Xian hurriedly led the people back to make way for the rolling iron cavalry.

Yan Chenglu was also driving his horse back, and the team behind him were all waiting with their swords drawn and their expressions on guard.

Flying dust floats under the scorching summer sun, and the armor of the cavalry seems to be glistened by the swaying river water. In the distance, there are still people with unknown conditions shouting "The Goddess Appears."

After leading the people back a certain distance, Song Xian pushed aside the crowd and walked step by step in the direction of the visitors.

Those iron cavalry gradually slowed down, but as they got closer, the sense of intimidation they gave people only increased.

The path along the river was narrow, and the cavalry team could not be seen to the end at a glance. More than a hundred people arrived first. After reaching the front of the people, they reined in their reins and turned their horses' heads. The horses and the people on them faced Yan Chenglu and his soldiers. direction.

The leader was very young, wearing a mysterious robe with sleeves and a copper hairpin. His thin forehead was slightly wet with sweat, but his face was more dazzling than the sun, with dark eyebrows and natural aura.

Yan Chenglu's eyes changed slightly. He had met Chang Sui Ning in Xingyang—

Because of this, he, like Li Xian to whom he was loyal, had no good impression of Chang Suining.

But he glanced at the cavalry team that was still following closely, and he was unwilling to easily conflict with them, so he raised his hand and saluted, and said tentatively: "I don't know if Changjie has come all the way. Can you give me some advice?"

The girl sitting on the tall horse didn't answer at all, but asked: "What happened here?"

This condescending tone made Yan Chenglu very unhappy, but he still replied: "Mr. Changjie doesn't know. These are the people of Yuezhou who are suffering from the plague behind you -"

But he did not see the look of fear and avoidance on the girl's face as he expected. Instead, he was interrupted by the other party: "I want Mr. Song to answer."

As Chang Suining spoke, he turned to look at Song Xian.

Yan Chenglu gritted his teeth after being interrupted.

Song Xian's demeanor calmed down slightly, and he bowed deeply to Changsui Ning. Without straightening up, he said bluntly: "The people under the command of the Korean Duke want to burn all the people affected by the epidemic to death. The officials and the people fled here. There is no way out." Let’s go...Wanwang Changjie comes to the rescue!”

Chang Sui Ning nodded as if he was asking for help: "Easy to say."

She agreed very easily. As she said that, she turned back to look at Yan Chenglu and others, and said in an informing tone: "You can't take these people away today."

This reasonable tone made Yan Chenglu unable to suppress his anger any longer: "Is Changjie envoy disobeying the holy order?"

"Holy order? Does the holy order ask you to kill all the people affected by the epidemic?" Chang Suining said in a calm tone: "That's not what the saint said in the edict that was announced to the people of the world."

Yan Chenglu tightened his grip on the reins: "...We are not going to kill the infected people, but we are ordered to bring them back for resettlement. Please don't stop us, envoy Changjie!"

Chang Suining calmly shook his head: "That won't work either."

(I wish everyone a happy Women’s Day, wish Ningning, and wish us independence, courage, abundance, equality, pride, freedom, happiness, and good night!