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

After the coalition forces in Tongguan defiled the princess and female soldiers of Huainan, they tried their best to prepare for war.

Some went to the people's homes to steal food, some continued to kill and burn, and some countries studied how to return to the country by detour. If nothing unexpected happens, Prince Duan will lead his troops to attack the city tomorrow. As for the various treaties signed with the little emperor, it is obvious that they are just pieces of waste paper because Prince Duan will not agree to them.

The next day.

The thing that Murong Yue least wanted to see happened. Half of the soldiers in Hangu Pass developed high fever, and some even suffered from vomiting and diarrhea. The spring weather was already chilly, and after being soaked in the flood, it would be strange if they didn't have a fever.

Anmuxi was not surprised when he received the news, because after a major disaster there will be a major epidemic, and he also knew that eating rice soaked in water was unhygienic, but there was no way, there were too many people who needed to eat.

She followed Murong Yue to the warehouse and moved out all the food, herbs, liquor, and ginger stored in the space. Although these could not save everyone's lives, they could save as many as possible.

Dozens of large warehouses were filled to the brim. It seemed like there were a lot of supplies, but there were too many people. The herbs that had been soaked in yesterday's flood could not be used at all because they had lost their medicinal properties.

Anmuxi had no choice but to take out some modern antipyretics, virus spirits and masks, hoping that these soldiers only had a common cold rather than a plague.

At this time inside Hangu Pass, there were sounds of violent coughing in all the tents. Outside the tents, there were more than a dozen large pots filled with thick medicinal soups.

Gu Qingzhou and all the military doctors wore masks distributed by Anmuxi. Everyone had a bag of white wine in their pocket. After each contact with a patient, they wiped their hands with white wine in time, and even the pulse pillow was sprayed with white wine for disinfection.

At Anmuxi's initiative, the clothes of sick soldiers had to be boiled in water before they could be worn again, and those with serious illnesses were all burned and buried.

As soon as this system was implemented, there was an immediate resistance in the military camp. In this chilly spring weather, when would the clothes be dry after washing? What would they wear if they were burned? Although Wang Pozi, along with Murong Wenshuo's concubines, palace maids and eunuchs, made a lot of cotton jackets and trousers, they still couldn't make up for the burned clothes.

Three days later,

The soldiers' conditions worsened instead of improved. The mountains of herbs and food were consumed bit by bit. Murong Yue and An Muxi were extremely anxious.

If they continue to consume resources like this, their soldiers will die of disease or starvation before they can drive away the enemy.

Looking at the prince who had lost a lot of weight, An Muxi felt distressed, "Prince, everything is in God's will. We have tried our best." When she put one hand on her belly and hesitated whether to tell him the news of her pregnancy, a soldier ran over happily.

"Your Majesty, Princess, Master Moli and some common people brought a lot of food and herbs!"

"What?" Murong Yue stood up, his eyes shining, "Xier, I'll go and take a look." After that, he strode out of the barracks.

An Muxi glanced at Murong Yue's back and didn't follow her out. She was already hungry, and the baby in her belly still needed to eat.

Mei Lan came in with a tray containing two bowls of steaming beef noodles with golden oil beads and green coriander floating on top.

Meilan put the tray on the table, "Princess, the prince hasn't eaten yet!"

"Let him be!" Mu Xi picked up the chopsticks, pulled the beef noodles, picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it into his mouth. For him, eating is the happiest moment in life. He has been in a panic these days and his body has not secreted dopamine.

Soon, her fair cheeks turned pink, a fine layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and her pink little mouth was covered with oil stains.

Mu Xi glanced at Mei Lan who was helping him make his bed, "What did you eat?"

"Princess, Steward Shi has sent someone to cook porridge. We will eat porridge and pickles later.

"Didn't I distribute some extra rice and beef to the palace? Why don't you eat it?" An Muxi picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth, savoring it carefully. Fortunately, he had space, otherwise how could he eat this fresh and delicious meat.

Mei Lan smiled and said, "Princess, Steward Shi said that we won't go into battle to kill the enemy, so we can just eat some porridge. The beef will be kept for you and the prince!"

Mu Xi picked up the big bowl and took a sip of the soup. He thought to himself that he had done his best and it would not be his problem if he didn't eat it.

Cuizhu walked in quickly, "Princess, the second and third masters of the An family also sent a lot of food and herbs!"

"What?" Mu Xi was stunned for a moment, "Is my father here?"

"I didn't see Master An."

Mu Xi put down the big bowl and stood up. "Go get a food box, I'll take the meal to the prince." After that, he pressed the beef into the noodles with chopsticks, so as not to let other soldiers see it, as if he and the prince were having a special meal.

After a while,

Mu Xi brought two maids and came to the outside of the military camp carrying food boxes.

There was a lot of traffic outside, all of which were food and herbs sent from various states and counties. The long convoy stretched as far as the eye could see. Dongfeng was directing the soldiers to transport food to the military camp, while Nanfeng and others were holding pens and registering.

After searching around, he found that Murong Yue was saying something to him and Mo Li with her back to him, and Mo Peilan's eyes were wandering around the prince again.

"Xie'er!"

A familiar voice came into my ears.

Mu Xi looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was his second uncle An Jinshan and his third uncle An Jinhe. Behind them was a huge convoy, and the carriages were full of food and herbs. He didn't expect his father to be so generous.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, why are you here?" Mu Xi handed the food box in his hand to Mei Lan.

Mei Lan carried the food box and walked towards Prince Duan.

An Jinshan and An Jinhe walked over and saluted together, "Princess!" Their eyes were full of seriousness.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, why are you here?" Mu Xi ran over happily and glanced at the convoy behind him.

"Where's father?"

An Jinshan took the lead in bowing, "Princess!" His eyes were full of smiles.

"Hey, hurry up, how could father not come with you? How is Kyoto?"

Third uncle An Jinhe chopped off the mud on his boots, "Xi'er, big brother is fine. Everyone in the mansion has moved to the countryside, including the Sixth Princess and Cheng'en. However, the Red Flame Army is now evacuating Kyoto in batches. Big brother guessed that the prince would be short of food and herbs, so he sent me and your second uncle to rush here day and night."

"Oh, that's good!" An Muxi felt relieved and looked at his third uncle carefully. He found that he was getting more and more handsome. He had come to Prince Duan's Mansion to pay his respects at the funeral of Concubine Xiao last year, but he didn't take a close look at him at that time.

He was tall and straight, and his face was very similar to his father's, but much younger. Especially his deep eyes, angular face, high nose bridge, and sexy thin lips, which made people unable to look away.