After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

An Muxi walked up to the medicine shelf, opened a drawer and looked around, and found that there were only a few common cold medicines.

There are mulberry leaves, chrysanthemums, almonds, forsythia, mint, platycodon, licorice, and reed roots that can dispel wind and heat, promote lung function and relieve cough.

There are Belamcanda chinensis, Ephedra sinica, Ginger, Asarum, Aster tataricus, Coltsfoot lily, Schisandra chinensis, seven jujubes, Pinellia ternata, etc., which can clear the lungs and eliminate phlegm.

Anti-inflammatory painkillers did not help at all.

Yunxiang watched Muxi's every move and said, "Sister Anxin, these herbs are so few and pitiful. They were bought with money donated by kind-hearted people passing by!"

"Where can I buy medicinal herbs?" After saying that, he walked out of the counter and went to the clinic next door.

"There is a big market in the east. The medicinal herbs sold there are relatively cheaper, but the food there is not cheap at all." Yunxiang followed behind Muxi, wishing to explain everything again.

Mu Xi glanced at the clinic and found it was very simple, with a set of tables and chairs, a screen, and a wooden bed behind the screen. There was a small kang in the room, and the smoke from the stove in the outer room came out from under the kang.

"Sister Yunxiang, what are you going to eat for lunch?" she asked in an inquiring tone.

Yunxiang smiled awkwardly, "Sister, I had dinner last night, so I'm not hungry yet. Just drink some hot water. Don't you know that our clinic has no shortage of firewood? The big kang in the east room is always warm. It's all brought by the brothers from the mine!"

Mu Xi looked at Yun Xiang's gloomy face, knowing that she was only saying nice things, "Sister, I'll go out and buy some food and herbs so that you can have a full meal at noon."

After saying that, he pulled Murong Yue out of the clinic.

I came outside and exhaled a breath of white air.

"Your Highness, we were all exiled. Some broke stones, some weaved cloth. What did you do?" I haven't heard this prince mention anything in the past few days, nor have I seen him go out to work.

Murong Yue glanced at a teahouse across the street and said, "I am a clerk in the government office."

"Civil servants, why?" Mu Xi was a little unhappy. These royal nobles in exile were also higher in rank than ordinary people.

"According to custom, the court should pay me a salary based on my noble status, but I haven't seen a penny in all these years!"

"Humph, your royal brother is a vampire, a shameless person. Forget it, it's unlucky not to mention them!"

The sound of clanging and knocking was heard again in the distance, "Your Highness, is there a mine nearby?" A probing look appeared.

"Yeah, it's very close to here!"

Murong Yue pulled Mu Xi toward the back mountain, walked through a forest, and saw an empty valley.

The valley was filled with large rocks, and at the foot of the mountain were rows of low stone houses with branches and other firewood piled outside the houses.

The valley was full of working prisoners. They all wore shackles and wore thin clothes. They held heavy hammers and beat the huge rocks on the ground. Some of them lit fire on the rocks, trying to use thermal expansion and contraction to make the rocks explode. Some prisoners carried rocks in baskets, and some were so tired that they were gasping for breath on the ground.

Several vicious soldiers whipped the prisoners gasping for breath on the ground.

"Hurry up, you don't want to eat dinner tonight, right?"

"Sir, please let me rest for a while. I really can't do it anymore." The prisoner begged.

"Snap!" There was the whistling sound of a whip, followed by several more lashes.

The beaten prisoner struggled to stand up and picked up the stone basket on the ground.

Mu Xi turned his head away and didn't look at them. He felt that they were not as good as refugees, because refugees could still steal food and were free.

"Your Highness, they are so pitiful. They are so skinny and yet they have to move stones! By the way, what are they chiseling those stones for?"

“Rest on the city wall!!!”

"It's so cold, and you're still chiseling stones by hand. When will it end?"

Suddenly, the beaten prisoner spat out a mouthful of blood, fell backward violently, and the stones in the basket scattered all over the ground.

"Dad, Dad, how are you?" The two young men rushed over.

Two soldiers came forward to check and kicked him a few times. "He's dead, carry him to the pit and bury him!"

The two boys cried and glared at the soldiers in front of them, "My father starved to death because of you. You are murderers!"

"Are you looking for death?" A soldier raised his whip and started whipping him hard.

The two teenagers were beaten so hard that they screamed and rolled over on the ground.

Looking at the bright red on the snow, Mu Xi couldn't bear it anymore. A surge of hot blood rushed to his head. He grabbed a stone on the ground and threw it down hard.

"Who is it?" The officer pointed angrily at the top of the mountain.

"Fuck you!" After cursing, Mu Xi pulled Murong Yue and ran quickly.

After running for a long time, he didn't see the officers behind him catching up, so he lay down on the snow out of exhaustion.

Looking at the blue sky and the birds flying freely, I feel that this world is beautiful. But why are there refugees who are looting everywhere and those skinny prisoners swinging hammers in the mines? After thinking about it for a long time, I found that God has given me a compassionate heart, but not the ability to save the people. The food in the space seems to be just a drop in the ocean. I have no choice but to sing loudly,

"I have come to this world, no matter how blizzards and snowstorms swirl, it is your promise of love that makes me see the sunshine shining..." A tear slid down the corner of his eye, and Sanlangtou spit out blood before he died.

"Xi'er~"

Murong Yue turned An Muxi over to her body and stared at the tears in her eyes. This little woman used to be heartless, but she became sentimental after she left her.

"Your Highness, I want to help them. They look so thin, yet they have to do such heavy work!" An Muxi sniffed, and another tear rolled down the corner of her eye. She felt that they were all three hammers.

"Xier, just do whatever you want to do, but there are too many people like this, we can't help them all!" A big hand wiped the tears from the corners of Muxi's eyes.

"I can even help them get through this cold winter and be the brief sunshine in their hearts!" After saying that, he struggled to stand up and took out a large amount of herbs, ginger, flour, and root vegetables stolen from the Tianqi Kingdom military camp. "Let's go back to the Jixiang Pharmacy, steam buns, make pickles, and then secretly throw them down to them."

Looking at the thing that suddenly appeared, Murong Yue's dark eyes changed again and again, and her eyes patrolled the surroundings vigilantly, "Xi'er, you are so careless, what if someone sees you?"

"Don't we have the prince's protection?"

"What if the King is the evil one?"

Mu Xi's expression was suddenly stunned for a moment, he raised his big cheek and stared at Murong Yue's dark eyes. His eyes were unfathomable and it was impossible to read the thoughts behind them. The scene of the two quarreling flashed in his mind.

"My Lord, if one day you no longer trust Xier, please let Xier go, okay?"

Murong Yue did not respond. What was she talking about? In the entire Great Xia Kingdom, women must be faithful to their husbands, but this woman was the only one who always wanted to leave her.