The mother of the Hou family eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and went crazy, I won by sucking milk

Feng Xingzhi silently looked at the refugees in front of him.

They have all been infected with the disease.

He doesn’t understand…

He also asked: "You are all citizens of the Great Zhou. Since you know that this is a plague, why do you still listen to others and spread the plague?"

These people are obviously doing things according to orders, so they should know what disease they have.

Among the crowd, there was an old man who was the leader and had been diagnosed with illness by Wuxiangzi before. The cloth strip in his mouth had been taken out.

The old man stared at Feng Xingzhi with a trace of indifference on his face: "We are already starving to death, so why should we care about the plague! Now, since someone asked us to do these things, and they promised to give our family a sum of money to feed them, that's enough! We just want to feed our family, and the life and death of others is none of our business..."

The old man's words made Feng Xingzhi and Jiang Wanqing silent.

How can people who are almost starving to death care about other things?

Jiang Wanqing opened his mouth and looked at the old man: "But have you ever thought that if the plague spreads, your family will also be infected and die!"

The old man was stunned, as if he had not expected so much.

After a long while, he gave a bitter smile and said, "At least... I can still live until the day I get the plague."

Jiang Wanqing sighed deeply. She had never expected that in today's world, there are still so many people who cannot get enough food.

Feng Xingzhi's eyes flickered, but he couldn't utter any words of blame.

If it were him, he would be willing to sacrifice his own interests for the sake of everyone.

But, if family members are involved.

Will I still be able to make my own choice at that time?

Everyone has greater or lesser righteousness in their hearts, and the choices are different.

The old man’s choice was right...and not wrong.

Jiang Wanqing turned around and looked at Feng Xingzhi: "See? This is why we work hard, to ensure that everyone has enough food to eat, can go to school, can get medical treatment when sick, and has clothes to wear."

At least, you won’t sacrifice your life for a meal for your family.

Something suddenly appeared in Feng Xingzhi's eyes.

He nodded firmly: "I understand."

Jiang Wanqing arranged a room for these refugees to stay.

Nowadays, I'm afraid that there are already quite a few people who have contracted the plague in the capital, or even in the Great Zhou.

The main culprit behind all this...

Zhou Zigu, or the person behind him, His Royal Highness Prince Cheng'an!

Jiang Wanqing chuckled: "Shuiyun!"

Shui Yun came to Jiang Wanqing's side.

Jiang Wanqing continued to give orders: "Take a piece of clothing from the refugees and send it to the room of His Royal Highness Prince Cheng'an and Zhou Zigu's room. They will have to bear the consequences of the plague they created."

Shui Yun nodded: "Yes!"

Jiang Wanqing still said with concern: "Be careful not to touch the clothes of these refugees directly."

Although Jiang Wanqing knew that Wuxiangzi could concoct an antidote for the plague, she was still a little worried.

After all, Wuxiangzi could have been prepared in the previous life, but she didn't know how much time it took to prepare Wuxiangzi.

After Shuiyun left.

Feng Xingzhi's expression changed again and again.

Every word Jiang Wanqing said just now was enough to cost him his life.

I couldn't help but take a breath: "You want to attack King Cheng'an, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Jiang Wanqing shook his head: "Shui Yun's skills are good enough, and this plague was caused by them in the first place, so they are afraid of discovering something."

Even if he had doubts, His Royal Highness Prince Cheng'an should have suspected Zhou Zigu.

But this time, they got the plague, but couldn’t find Wuxiangzi. I wonder if they would be afraid?

Feng Xingzhi said in disbelief: "You mean, these plagues were caused by His Royal Highness Prince Cheng'an?"

Jiang Wanqing nodded, then shook his head: "Yes and no, it was his subordinate Zhou Zigu who did it, but His Royal Highness Prince Cheng'an should also know about it.

They want to pin the blame of the plague on the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion. These refugees are hiding in the ruined temple just to cause trouble on the day when the Jiang family army returns to the capital."

Zhou Zigu?

Feng Xingzhi just felt that this person's name sounded so familiar.

When she realized what was happening, she couldn't help but ask, "Is Zhou Zigu... the person with the same name and surname as your husband?"

Jiang Wanqing smiled, turned his head and looked directly at Feng Xingzhi: "No, it's him, he's not dead."

This news shocked Feng Xingzhi for quite a while.

Zhou Zigu faked his death and sought a job beside His Royal Highness Prince Cheng'an.

However, he married Jiang Wanqing and helped His Royal Highness Prince Cheng'an deal with the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

This is really... complicated!

Jiang Wanqing then said, "Master Feng, our road is not so easy to walk. However, you have already boarded my pirate ship, and there is no way to go."

What Jiang Wanqing has torn apart now is just the tip of the iceberg.

Feng Xingzhi might have never seen anything dirtier than this.

Feng Xingzhi smiled and said, "I am happy with it. We should do something in our lifetime. So what else do you need me to do now?"

Jiang Wanqing said, "Don't worry, let's go see if the miracle doctor has any clues first."

After saying that, Jiang Wanqing walked towards the pharmacy, and Feng Xingzhi followed beside her.

As soon as I walked into the room, I saw the miracle doctor Wu Xiangzi. He was holding a book in one hand and looking for medicine with the other. From time to time, he stopped and wrote something on the book on the table.

There are all kinds of medicines in the room.

It was quite easy for the miracle doctor to find the medicine.

Jiang Wanqing just stood there quietly, leaning against the door, watching this scene.

Feng Xingzhi, who was standing by, saw that Jiang Wanqing did not move, so he stood aside without saying a word.

I do not know how long it has been.

Wuxiangzi gradually became a little irritable.

Keep pacing back and forth.

"There should be something missing."

"What exactly is missing? Think about it carefully. Think about it carefully."

Wuxiangzi rummaged through the medicine box in front of him, as if looking for something.

Leaning against the door frame, Jiang Wanqing slowly opened his eyes and yawned.

He said at the right time: "Godly doctor, there are red peony root, forsythia, Shuanghuanglian and other medicines at the door, why don't you go and take a look."

When Wuxiangzi heard Jiang Wanqing speak, he stopped.

Suddenly he slapped his thigh: "Yes! And these medicines!"

Then, he hurriedly left the house.

Previously, the uncommon medicines such as red peony root and radix paeoniae rubra were piled in a corner.

Jiang Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief.

She remembered that Xiaoxiao had said that the key ingredient was red peony root.

She was waiting here tonight just to remind Wuxiangzi that there was such a medicine.

She couldn't remind him too deliberately.

Finally, Wuxiangzi came to Jiang Wanqing with a dose of medicine in his hand.

He said excitedly: "Now, I have prepared a medicine for this plague!"