Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

It will take another day to enter the palace to send the greeting card.

Xia Bai'an temporarily stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion for a night, during which Xuan Lanhua and Yun Jing wanted to come and see her, but she refused the door, and when Yun Xue heard the news, she ordered people: "She talks to those people every day. When two sick people are together, who knows what kind of disease they have, they should clean up quickly, so don’t let this lady get into trouble.”

Everyone is very busy.

Xia Bai'an turned a deaf ear to it, she just sat quietly in the room, propping her head to think.

"If I die, what will happen to Mo Che?"

She couldn't help thinking this way, and her mind wandered nine days away.

Although she cherishes her life very much on weekdays, she has always grown up under the guidance of various seniors and elders. She always remembers that there are some things that are worth betting her life on. Even if her life or death is unknown, she cannot retreat.

It's just that in her previous life, she had nothing to worry about, and there was nothing worth betting her life on.

But now, she bet on her own life, but she started thinking about Mo Che again.

Mo Che.

Always him.

It was the first time Xia Bai'an worked so hard for a person, always thinking that he was a man riddled with holes, burdened with many secrets, and walked heavily on the road of life.

The children were afraid that he was a strict father, so they staggered forward, but they did not dare to be their father's drag.

The real Cen Hanshan was replaced by his younger brother Cen Yishan. He didn't have any other relatives or friends, but he always accompanied him through deliberate calculations.

Now that he is in the academy, he is single and weak. If he doesn't become black, how can he beat the fifth prince and Cen Yishan, and how can he avenge his dead colleague, the real Cen Hanshan?

There are thousands of thoughts in Xia Bai'an's mind, but in the end they are only two words.

Mo Che.

She tossed and turned without feeling sleepy, so she simply got up and wrote a letter, and when she was leaving in the morning, she handed it to the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and said: "My husband is Mr. Wuyuan from Baichuan Academy, Mo Che."

"Miss Xia, I'm ready to enter the palace for an audience."

Nanny Shen was shouting.

Xia Bai'an nodded, changed into the brocade clothes that Xuan Lanhua had prepared for him, and followed Yun Hanyi into the palace.

Red walls and green tiles, courtyards and palaces are all things that ordinary people cannot see.

Xia Bai'an lacked interest, but followed Yun Hanyi all the way to the imperial study in silence. Many ministers who could not be named stood aside one after another, and they were all shocked when they saw that she was only a seventeen-year-old woman.

"Crassman Xia Bai'an, kowtow to the emperor."

According to the rules, Xia Bai'an firmly knelt down and kowtowed.

"Get up." The emperor said hoarsely.

Xia Bai'an raised his head slowly, and saw the person on the dragon chair in front of him wearing a dragon robe, with a square face, without the domineering and seriousness of an emperor, but a casual and idle look, and when he raised his hands, he was also lazy. But there was no bruise in his eyes.

The emperor in the book was not a diligent one.

Thinking of this, Xia Bai'an got up, pretending to be timid and looked at Yun Hanyi beside him.

Yun Hanyi immediately stepped forward: "This is the doctor who solved the disease and found the source of the disease. Her surname is Xia. Although she is young, she has outstanding medical skills and is a rare genius in the world. Yesterday she heard Someone set fire to a seriously ill person, and specifically asked to enter the palace to see him, hoping to relieve the disaster of the epidemic."

"Setting people on fire?"

As expected, the emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the father-in-law next to him in confusion.

The father-in-law lowered his head and secretly glanced at a handsome young man standing beside the table.

Xia Bai'an took advantage of the situation and saw the young master kneeling directly on the ground: "Father, my son just wants to share his worries for his father, and it seems that those people can't be saved, and the doctor said that the corpse is easy to infect the disease, my son This is..."

"Forget it, listen to this... girl."

The emperor lazily raised his eyes, but he didn't ask the fifth prince to get up.

The fifth prince had no choice but to kneel on the ground, not daring to raise his head, looking back tremblingly.

And Xia Bai'an was called out, with a calm expression on his face, and spoke softly.

"Your Majesty, the disease can spread on both the dead and the living, and what the doctors say about corpses is easy to infect the disease, which means that new diseases are easy to appear when the dead bodies pile up into mountains..."

"Tsk, pick the important ones." The emperor interrupted impatiently.

Several ministers beside him also whispered: "This little girl only knows how to drop her book bag..."

"Maybe it was found by someone at random."

Yun Hanyi frowned, and was about to speak, when Xia Baian thought about it before continuing, "Setting fire to people will not cure the disease, but will make the people fearful, so they run around, spread the disease, and even endanger the capital by rioting."

"Well, continue." The emperor raised his spirits when he heard the word "capital".

Xia Bai'an said again: "For the refugees outside, let's say less than [-], dare to ask if the emperor's iron cavalry can slaughter them all?"

When this statement came out, everyone was lost.

"Little girl, you actually spoke rudely in front of the emperor!"

"What do you mean by that!"

Everyone stepped forward to accuse.

Instead, the emperor thought about it for a moment, then shook his head: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"If you can't kill them all, the disease won't be cured. If that's the case, it's better to treat the sick, that's the best policy."

"The money in the national treasury is not enough to prepare medicinal materials for so many people." A minister next to him suddenly stood up.

Xia Bai'an raised his eyebrows: "How could this be? The grassroots have heard before that since the emperor ascended the throne, the virtuous corporals have taken the lead in frugality, and the Li country is in a prosperous age, the world is peaceful, and taxes have been raised in the past two years. What do you think, the emperor How can such a wise king empty the treasury with only one palm in his hand?"

"..."

The minister was dumbfounded for a moment, and the minister next to him fell silent for a moment.

This girl is so ruthless.

When the emperor heard her praise, his eyes became a little more happy: "What? Do ordinary people love me so much?"

"Naturally, please think about it, the emperor. The refugees came to the capital to survive because they were displaced and had nowhere to turn. But what they asked for was food in the capital, and they clearly asked for the protection of you, the emperor, and the fathers of the people of the world. .”

Xia Bai'an knelt down slowly, kowtowing reverently.

Several ministers frowned, but the emperor just smiled: "Although you can boast, I also have my own considerations."

"The grass-roots people will trust your majesty's consideration."

Xia Bai'an slowly raised his head, his eyes were full of admiration, "Caomin can see the face of the sky, and he has died without regret."

The smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth grew stronger, and he sighed and told her to get up.

Seeing this, the father-in-law next to him hurried forward to help Xia Bai'an up, and said with a smile: "The emperor wants to hear how to cure the disease when he sees you."

Xia Bai'an pretended to be suddenly enlightened, looked into the emperor's eyes again, and said: "The epidemic is not difficult to cure, the prime minister has already bought a lot of medicinal materials out of his own pocket, but now because of the fire that the refugees set people on fire, they don't care about the emperor. With grievances in their hearts, the grassroots think that the current plan is to make the common people believe in the protection of Junfu again."

"Then how do you win the hearts of the people?" the emperor asked again.

"The emperor sent the officers whom the common people wanted, and they are naturally grateful. As long as they don't run around, the disease can be cured, and it won't harm the nobles in the capital."