There is no problem with the dosage and type of medicinal materials.
There is no problem with casseroles and earthenware pots for cooking decoctions.
Why does medicinal soup taste sweet?
"What exactly is the problem?" Mu Nanxi held the lid of the casserole motionless, unable to figure it out.
Mu Nanxi was still immersed in doubts about the taste of the medicinal soup, but her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a scream.
She looked for the sound and saw a man taking the lead. A group of people gathered around the place where the food was stored. The atmosphere was extremely tense.
The man tore up the grain bag and scattered the straw messily on the ground.
He shouted loudly: "There is no food at all, they lied to everyone! They just want us to starve to death here!"
Mu Nanxi recognized the man who was leading the trouble. Before Qi Zhiheng came, this man suddenly appeared in the camp, causing trouble.
There must be something wrong with him!
But she didn't expect that Qi Zhiheng didn't raise food, so he thought of this way to delay time.
Mu Nanxi put down the lid of the casserole and walked towards the place of trouble.
"What they gave us to drink must be poison! They just wanted to kill us!"
"We can't sit still and wait, we rush out!"
Some patients who could still hold on were infected by the man's passionate anger and angrily followed him out of the camp.
Fortunately, Meng Zhixian rushed back in time with a team of patrolling soldiers and helped the guards stop the crowd so that they would not break out.
Now that the plague has not been eliminated, they run out and bring disaster to more people.
Mu Nanxi frowned and her eyes were locked on the man who was leading the trouble.
She didn't hesitate and rushed towards the crowd quickly and decisively.
Before entering the crowd, she accurately grabbed the handle of the knife at the guard's waist, pulled hard, and held the long knife in her hand.
She squeezed into the crowd holding the long knife tightly in her hand.
Facing the troublemaking man, she mercilessly slashed at him with her knife, cutting off his palm in one stroke.
Blood splattered three feet!
Seeing this sudden change, the people around him were stunned and at a loss.
Those who were close felt a sticky feeling on their faces, and when they reached out to touch them, they saw sweet blood splashing on their faces.
"Ah!" The man realized it later, squeezing his wrist and wailing in pain, his face turned pale.
Mu Nanxi glanced over slowly, his eyes as cold as ice, and his tone revealed unquestionable majesty: "This is what will happen to the troublemaker!"
Her words were like a sharp sword pointing directly at people's hearts, making everyone tremble with fear.
They never imagined that this miracle doctor who was barely wearing clothes to treat them would be such a ruthless person.
The blood on the blade flowed down, dripping and splashing on the ground.
No one dared to act rashly again.
They just want to live, and they cannot risk having their hands chopped off to cause trouble, just like a grassroots who can act at the whim of the wind.
"Come here! Arrest her!" Magistrate Meng pointed at Mu Nanxi and ordered sternly.
Meng Zhixian glared at Mu Nanxi angrily with a livid face. He determined that Mu Nanxi was persecuting the weak people.
The soldiers responded, immediately drew their swords and pressed forward, surrounding Mu Nanxi.
Mu Nanxi was surrounded by soldiers, the tip of the knife pointed directly at his throat, but his expression remained unchanged.
She raised her eyebrows slightly and asked in a cold voice: "What does Meng Zhixian mean?"
Meng Zhixian stepped forward quickly, with a sullen face, and angrily shouted: "I think you are the real troublemaker!"
"The magistrate thinks that you are a meticulous worker. You must have tampered with it and poisoned the soup!"
As soon as Meng Zhixian said these words, the eyes of everyone looking at Mu Nanxi were no longer full of fear, but more of anger and murderous intent.
The man whose hand was cut off also took advantage of the situation and immediately pulled his neck and shouted: "You poisoned us, so many people died in your hands! You are so cruel!"
"Kill for life!"
"We must take Xizuo's life! Revenge for our fathers and fellow villagers!"
"She poisoned my father, kill her!"
Everyone once again became angry and pointed the finger at Mu Nanxi.
Mu Nanxi smiled coldly, glanced at Meng Zhixian with disdain, and retorted coldly: "Meng Zhixian, do you have any evidence?"
"You helped develop a prescription to treat the plague, and you killed so many people! Today you are so arrogant that you hurt the people of the Zhou Dynasty with a knife! What else can you be if you are not a craftsman sent by another country!" Meng Zhixian's eyes widened. His eyes were full of anger, and he shouted loudly, "Come here, take her down! Wait for punishment!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers wanted to take Mu Nanxi away, but were stopped by a deep voice.
"Wait a minute."
Qi Zhiheng stepped forward leisurely, his calm voice echoing in the camp.
He looked directly at Meng Zhixian with cold eyes, "What does Meng Zhixian want to do with my beloved concubine?"
When everyone heard this, there was an uproar.
Their astonished eyes wandered back and forth between Qi Zhiheng and Mu Nanxi. They couldn't believe what they heard with their own ears, and they only dared to ask people around them for confirmation.
"What is this king's beloved concubine? What does the prince mean?"
"It means that this detailed work is the princess's."
"Then the prince also works carefully?"
"You're as stupid as a pig, you might as well die!"
…
This change of identity was so sudden that they couldn't accept it for a while.
Meng Zhixian stood there, staring straight at Qi Zhiheng, his eyes full of confusion.
When Rongfeng in the distance heard the news, his eyes widened instantly and he couldn't believe his ears.
He originally thought that the girl was just an ordinary woman, but he didn't expect that she turned out to be a princess who had escaped.
"No wonder the medical skills are so superb." Rong Feng whispered to himself, with a hint of pride in his tone.
Qi Zhiheng waved his hand lightly, but in reality it contained profound inner strength, causing the soldier pointing the sword at Mu Nanxi to be knocked back two steps.
The coercion around him was like the God of Death on the Shura Field, making the soldiers afraid and afraid to step forward.
Qi Zhiheng took a few steps forward and stood in front of Mu Nanxi, protecting the petite woman behind him.
"What? Did Mengzhi County not understand what I meant?"
Qi Zhiheng looked at Meng Zhixian, his eyes were deep and cold, as if there was endless ice hidden in them, and there was also a fierce murderous aura in them.
"My beloved concubine went to Youzhou with me. She learned that the plague was raging in the west of the city. Regardless of her own safety, she voluntarily came to diagnose and treat the patients. However, she was mistaken by Meng Zhixian for being a spy from another country."
Qi Zhiheng's words were full of sarcasm and sullenness, which made people feel chilly.
Meng Zhixian's heart tightened, and he quickly put on a smile and bowed to apologize: "It's the official who is clumsy, and the princess is atonement. It's the official who offended me."
Qi Zhiheng took an imperceptible step to the side to get out of Mu Nanxi's sight.
Mu Nanxi snorted softly and said with displeasure: "Mengzhi County will not imprison this princess, so why not imprison and torture the troublemakers."
She paused, with a calm face, and explained in a cold tone: "The man who has repeatedly taken the lead in making trouble must not be an idle person. Besides, I see that he has no symptoms of the plague, and he was not in the camp a few days ago. "
When Meng Zhixian heard this, he bowed a little more and immediately responded respectfully: "Yes, I will do it right away."
