If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Wen Renshu put the teacup back to its original place and sat down.

Song Chuyi flew to the stone table with petals in his hands and placed them in front of him.

"If one petal is not enough, I can pick a second petal."

Wen Renshu picked up the petals placed in front of him and gently twisted them with his fingertips.

The juice seeped out and touched his fingertips.

Somewhat sticky.

"There is a plague in Xintian City."

He suddenly spoke, as if talking to a little person, or talking to himself.

"The only way to eliminate it is to destroy the city."

In the early Song Dynasty, an ear was pierced, a plague? Destroy the city?

It is indeed ancient! A plague will destroy a city.

[Xiaotong Xiaotong, call Xiaotong! 】

Xiao Tong: [Host, I am here. 】

Song Chuyi quickly asked: [Is there any way to solve this plague? 】

Xiao Tong quickly checked and said, [Host, there is a flower in this garden that can cure this plague. 】

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up, "Where is it?" 】

Xiao Tong directed his host to pick flowers.

In Wen Renshu's eyes, the little man with transparent wings hated the method of "destroying the city", so he kept away from him in his imagination.

Song Chu flew and flew, and under the command of Xiao Tong, he stopped in front of a light green flower.

[Xiao Tong, are you sure this can really cure the plague? 】

Xiao Tong: [I’m sure! This is the answer I spent all my energy on! 】

Song Chuyi felt relieved, energy was very precious to Xiao Tong.

It says so, so it must be useful!

Song Chuyi picked off a petal, held it in his hands and slowly flew to Wen Renshu.

"This." Song Chuyi pointed at the petals, "It can cure the plague."

Wen Renshu picked up the light green petal and asked, "Where did you find it?"

Song Chuyi pointed to the patch of flowers and said, "There are only two flowers there."

He took a step forward and stood in front of Wen Renshu's fingertips.

He nudged his fingertips with his head.

Unfortunately, his strength was too weak. To Wen Renshu, this strength was like a gust of wind blowing across his fingertips.

Can't bring any touch.

When Song Chu saw that he had no reaction, he raised his voice.

"This can cure the plague."

"Yeah." Wen Renshu responded lightly, not sure if he heard this sentence.

Song Chu felt a little tired after shouting such a sentence.

He sat down, and the petals around his waist were a little loose.

He quickly grabbed his "pants" with both hands, "Hurry up and try it."

"Don't waste time."

Wen Renshu lowered his eyes and gently twisted the light green petals with his fingertips.

The wind blew, and the petals on the little figure were blown away, almost falling to the ground.

He flew up and disappeared at an unexpected speed.

Wen Renshu stood up and looked into the flowers.

Two light green flowers stand out among a sea of ​​red and pink flowers.

He bent down and picked one, then turned and left.

After he left, Song Chuyi quietly poked his head out of a bright rose.

Almost! He was almost gone!

Although he can't see anything now that he's gone, this is a matter of man's dignity, and he will protect his dignity to the death!

The pants made of petals were really weak, so he had to get something else.

Song Chuyi looked around and started thinking.

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In Yangxin Hall, Gong Ji, the current emperor, summoned the prime minister to discuss the plague in Xintian City.

When the prime minister heard that the emperor wanted to destroy the city, he was shocked and quickly stopped him: "Your Majesty, you must not do it."

Gong Ji said in a deep voice: "The Imperial Master has invited the gods today."

"This is God's command."

The Prime Minister was stunned and his expression became decadent.

God...God's command.

At this time, the eunuch came in from the outside and said, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Preceptor wishes to see you."

Gong Ji: "Please."

Wen Renshu stepped in from outside the door.

The Prime Minister saluted him, "Master of the State."

Wen Renshu held a light green flower in his hand and looked cold.

"Your Majesty, is there anyone suffering from the plague?"

Gong Ji was overjoyed, "Master National Preceptor, do you have other methods?"

"Try it." Wen Renshu said calmly.

Gong Ji quickly sent people to look for people suffering from the plague.

Soon, news came from Tai Hospital.

Gong Ji quickly took Wen Renshu to the Imperial Hospital.

In Taiyuan Hospital, everyone was in danger and their faces were covered with a layer of cotton.

As the Lord of Nine Dragons, Gong Ji could have avoided entering this dangerous place.

But Gong Ji thought about the people, so he also covered his face with a layer of cloth to isolate the breathing communication in the air.

Wenren Shu is a national teacher, so he does not need these external protection.

In the dim room, the doctors stood on two sides.

Wen Renshu stood in front of the bed. The sick man's face was pale and he was already unconscious.

He pulled off a petal and gently twisted it with his fingertips. The juice dripped down his fingertips and onto the patient's lips.

That drop of juice entered the patient's mouth.

A group of imperial doctors didn't dare to raise their heads, so naturally they didn't know what Wen Renshu had done.

Only Gong Ji saw Wen Renshu's movements clearly.

A trace of worry appeared on his face. Can this petal alone really cure the plague?

Time passes little by little.

The pale patient remained comatose and seemed to show no signs of improvement.

Wen Renshu lowered his eyes gently.

Is it really just a figment of his imagination?

He slowly squeezed the flower tightly, and the juice seeped out from between his fingers, dripping into the patient's mouth, and some even splashed on his face.

The originally delicate petals lost their juice and became wrinkled and lost their vitality.

Wen Renshu lowered his hand and said, "Your Majesty, please carry out God's orders."

Gong Ji was shocked and was about to speak when he saw the unconscious patient move his fingers.

Gong Ji took a step forward and said, "Master Imperial Master, this matter can still be discussed."

"You guys go down first." He waved away the doctors, "This man seems to be conscious."

His eyelashes trembled when he heard the book.

The patient lying on the bed seemed to hear voices and opened his eyes with difficulty.

"I..." He opened his mouth and felt a bitter taste in his mouth, "What's wrong?"

Although his voice sounded weak, he did regain consciousness.

This is clearly a sign of improvement.

"Master Imperial Master, come out with me." Gong Ji ordered.

Wen Renshu walked out of the dim room, and the dusk light fell on him, as if covered with a layer of blood.

Gong Ji had already ordered the imperial doctor to go in and check his pulse, while they were waiting for news outside.

Not long after, the imperial doctor trotted out from inside in surprise.

"Your Majesty, although the person's pulse is weak, the plague has been resolved."

Wen Renshu's eyelashes quivered twice quickly.

Gong Ji said in surprise: "Really?"

"Yes, yes." The imperial doctor responded repeatedly, "Your Majesty, Xintian City can be saved."

"Okay, okay," Gong Ji said repeatedly, and saluted Wen Renshu, "Thank you, Master Imperial Master."

"I'll send someone to look for this flower right away."