Ministers, look at me, look at you, and look at you, all of them looked embarrassed.

What can they do about the plague?

The Imperial Hospital is helpless.

Mo Yan stood in the crowd and looked quietly at Jiu Qiansui, who was still dressed in white. Even if he was named the crown prince, he did not wear the crown prince's wardrobe. Although he had been secretly accused of going to court in disheveled clothes and not being able to show the crown prince's example, His Majesty didn't care at all.

Jiu Qiansui was wearing a white robe with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was resting.

A faint malice flashed through Mo Li's eyes. He curled his lips and took a step forward: "Father, my son-in-law thinks we must first find out the source of the plague, and then ask the Imperial Hospital how to prevent the spread of the plague, concentrate the infected people together to manage, or directly kill the infected people to completely eliminate the plague."

"This is the best way to prevent the plague from expanding. As long as the source of the infection appears, it will be killed, cremated or buried immediately." Mo Li's words lit up Mo Sangdi's eyes, and his expression became a little calmer, "You continue."

"There has been a plague in our history. A record has been left before that the infection of plague is the transmission between people or between people and animals. If the plague occurs, it means that there is a source of infection. As long as the source of infection is cleaned up one by one, how can the plague spread?"

Mo Li paused for a moment, with a faint smile on his eyes, "These things happened when the prince and the prince were enthroned just now. Someone will definitely promote and slander them with great fanfare. My son thought it would be more appropriate to hand over the literary and artistic matters to the prince and the prince, so that everyone in the world knows that the prince and the prince have the country and worry about the people, and will definitely be a trustworthy king in the future."

Jiu Qiansui's eyes, with his eyes closed, trembled slightly, and his slender eyelashes flapped gently like a butterfly's wings. He looked at Mo Li with a malicious look on his face, but Jiu Qiansui didn't ask.

I only said one sentence; "I am not interested!"

"The prince and the prince should not be willful. As the crown prince, he must bear his own responsibility. Rumors outside cause unrest among the people. Unilaterally sending troops to suppress the people will lead to negative effects. If the prince and the prince can personally show up to benefit the people, the rumors will be broken."

"I also know that the prince and the emperor are not interested in miscellaneous matters, but it is related to the glory of the royal family. I also ask the emperor to go and handle it in person."

Mo Li said it very well. Even if the emperor who was unwilling to let Jiu Qiansui take risks was moved, he was worried that Jiu Qiansui would be infected with the plague at first, but now he thinks about it, as long as this matter is handled, who else in the world dares to say that his son is a disaster star?

As the prince, how can you do without prestige?

His Majesty believed Mo Li's words, then looked at Jiu Qiansui and said directly: "Xuanye, the plague in the capital will be left to you to deal with, gather the infected people together, kill them in unison, and completely eliminate the spread of the plague!"

Jiu Qiansui's eyes were calm and he nodded for a long time.

Seeing this, Your Majesty waved his hand, "Come on, the plague in the capital will be left to the prince to deal with. The imperial guards of the palace will all obey the prince's orders. The six ministries and the prefect of Jingzhao must cooperate. Seeing the prince is like seeing me!"

"Your Majesty is wise!" The civil and military officials knelt down one by one. As long as such troublesome errands, don't fall on your head.

"Retreat!"

Mo Li followed the people out of the Golden Palace. She stood at the door, quietly watching the nine thousand-year-old who had strideed out, and said quietly: "Congratulations to the Prince Prince, after this matter is over, I believe that the Prince Prince's prestige among the people will be greatly improved."

Behind Jiu Qiansui's hands, the corners of the phoenix eyes glanced gently. Mo Li, who was standing at the door, looked as empty and cold as if he was looking at an ant; "Jumping clown!"

He had guessed what Mo Li had to do.

The source of infection of the plague is not so easy to control. One-sided shooting of the people who are only infected is just a treatment method but not a root cause, and it is easily hated by the people.

Especially the families of those infected with the plague, who can watch their relatives be killed while they are alive?

It seems like a good job, but in fact it is just a resentful thing.

Mo Li's face changed dramatically by Jiu Qiansui's merciless mockery. He held his hands tightly and smiled softly. "I don't know what the prince and the emperor said. I'm here to wish the emperor success!"

Jiu Qiansui's cold eyes no longer gave Mo Li. When he left, he just said indifferently, "The real fourth prince is simply mentally retarded!"

"You..." Mo Li clenched his fists in anger when he heard this, but Jiu Qiansui in front of him had already left.

Mo Li, who returned to Prince Li's mansion, remembered smashing all the teacups in his hand, and even the teapot fell heavily to the ground. He was red with his eyes and hated him, and gritted his teeth. "Mo Xuanye, I will kill you sooner or later, how dare you despise me so much!"

There was a figure in the room at some point. She held the teacup and savored the tea gently, and quietly looked at the man in front of her, like a madman. Yan Ke's eyes were cold: "It's just that she lost the position of the prince, why are you panic?"

"The position of the prince was originally my king!" Mo Li subconsciously growled, and when he found that the woman in front of him was Yan Ke, his face changed, and his distorted face was full of anger.

The man at this moment looked extremely ugly.

"Mo Xuanye's existence is just a coincidence!" A faint sense of gratitude flashed through Yan Ke's eyes. He had already acted early, otherwise the throne would have been suspended if the Nine Thousand Years had firmly settled the position of the crown prince.

"Use this plague to kill Mo Xuanye, the throne is still yours!" Yan Ke's words made Mo Li turn around, and he suddenly smiled.

"Yes, just get rid of it."

Yan Ke flashed lightly and left Mo Li. Even though Mo Li had already had some martial arts, he still couldn't feel Yan Ke's trace.

Outside the yard, Yan Ke waved and a black shadow came over.

"Make the plague a little bigger, and the plague must succeed!"

"yes!"

No one expected that the plague that made people feel terrified was actually spread by man. It was Yan Ke. She wanted to destroy this country. Starting from Emperor Mosang, this was revenge from the Pojun clan.

There are many ways to destroy a country, one is to conquer and kill!

The second is to confuse the king and let the king destroy the world with his own hands.

The third is the plague, which can be called a world-destroying plague. The plague recorded in the Pojun clan has no real solution or cure. Once it spreads, the whole world will turn into a hell of the underworld.

...

When the plague in Mosang Kingdom occurred, Yan Qingyu was busy getting married. The ghost realm was shrouded in a strong celebration. She didn't know anything outside at all. They only knew that the king wanted to marry a wife.

The wife he married was also a member of the Phantom Demon Army.

On the seventh day that he agreed with Si Yucheng, Yan Qingyu woke up and found that the room had been completely renewed. The black curtains turned into a festive red color, and the windows were covered with double joy. The beams, vases and screens in the room were all covered with red silk. Looking around, the red color was full of joy.

When Yan Qingyu woke up, she was woken up by someone outside the door. Her mother came to clean her face and dress up for Yan Qingyu early in the morning, and told me some procedures and precautions for getting married.

The City Lord’s Mansion is where Yan Qingyu got married, and the single palace of Siyu City is located in the center of the city. It is a place where Siyu City has never lived since its repair. There will be their home.

Yan Qingyu listened carefully, and a faint smile appeared between her eyebrows and eyes, and her heart was beating a little fast.

It's probably nervous.

Ziyu and Chishui were waiting by her side, some people were carrying water, and some were preparing makeup. Yan Qingyu didn't like others to touch her, so she could only leave the makeup to the people around her.

Ziyu looked so hard that he could dress up. He had a face that was paralyzed all day long and was wearing black clothes, and had not changed for thousands of years.

Zhang Xin is even worse. She has survived as a man since she was a child. I think she probably doesn’t know how to wear women’s dresses, let alone make-up.

Although Chishui is a man, she usually dresses up as an extremely gorgeous woman. He can put on makeup on Yan Qingyu, but he has never tried the bride's unique gorgeous makeup, and some people don't know where to start.

The husband could only watch and kept talking, but he didn't know where to start helping, and he was suddenly at a loss.

At this moment, a person came in outside, and everyone subconsciously looked at the door and was stunned for a moment.

Little fish?

Looking back, he looked at the ziyu beside Yan Qingyu. Some people looked alert, but Yan Qingyu just temporarily tried it and stood up, "Sister Xuan, why are you here?"

It's a black bee!

The black bee disguised as a ziyu, and then she was unpretentious in the city lord's mansion without being stopped by anyone. She came to Yan Qingyu with a swagger, walked to her side, and hugged her in her arms.

"You damn girl, don't say anything in advance if you want to get married. Do you know what it feels like to span a country in seven days?" Xuanfeng hugged Yan Qingyu hard, and it was clear that she was a little tired from her eyebrows.

In half a month, it was shortened to 7 days and ran day and night, just because I didn't want to miss her wedding ceremony.

"sorry……"

"Don't say these three words in front of us!" Xuan Feng reached out and lighted her lips, then smiled softly.

Waving his hand, Xuanfeng's face no longer looked like a ziyu, but a beautiful face that looked like a lotus. Her eyebrows were light, her cherry lips were not stained but red, and her eyes were as clear as the stream under the ice, without any trace of dust in the world.

This is the true face of Xuanfeng. Yan Qingyu has an impression. Although she has only seen him once, and from then on, every time she sees him, she will never forget that face.

A face that should not have been rolling in the mud of the world, has the beauty and purity of being untainted from the mud, but lives in the most filthy place in the world.

Yan Qingyu will never forget the true appearance of Xuanfeng in her life.

"I will help you put on makeup and ensure that you are the most beautiful bride today!" Xuanfeng pulled Yan Qingyu and walked to the bronze mirror. He pressed his hands on Yan Qingyu's shoulders and asked her to sit down. Then he waved his hand. Alang, who was secretly holding an exquisite big box, walked out and placed it in front of Xuanfeng.

Only after opening the box did Yan Qingyu truly realize the origin of the title of the Black Bee Thousand-Faced Fox.
Chapter completed!