Lu Bochu is bedridden now, and it's a mess outside. An Qien is also in a panic. She wants to go out and stabilize the situation for Lu Bochu, but she has no identity or qualifications, so she naturally has no say in what she says.
Seeing that Lu Bochu was seriously ill, he had to worry about this matter and lost his strength. The officers and soldiers who were making noise outside could not suppress it at all. Without anyone to take charge of the overall situation, those people would probably rush into the palace.
After careful consideration, An Qi'en asked Lu Bochu seriously: "Does the prince really want to marry me as his wife?"
Lu Bochu replied without hesitation: "Yes."
An Qi'en's eyes became more determined: "Since Qi'en will be the princess and the prince can't go out to take charge of the overall situation, let Qi'en go. We can't let them all rush into the palace."
Lu Bochu hesitated that he didn't want her, a weak woman, to face such a bad situation. The infected people outside would do anything to survive, so letting her take charge of the overall situation would be a disaster.
"No, Ziyun should be fine if he suppresses it outside. You, a woman, can't suppress this situation at all."
"Now people are panicked. My brother hasn't come back yet. There are not many doctors left because of the lack of medicine. At this time, no one is stepping in to stabilize the situation. The situation will only get worse. Your Majesty, we can only fight with our last ditch. We can't let them destroy the palace. When the time comes, At that time, Qi En was still facing a dead end, and the two powers were harming each other, whichever was the lesser, so the prince had no other choice."
An Qien Xiaozhi persuaded Lu Bochu with emotion and reason.
Lu Bochu thought over and over again and finally handed the seal to her, and took the initiative to hold her hand. He looked at An Qien with a thoughtful look and said, "I wanted you to enjoy happiness as a princess, but I didn't expect that you would suffer this irreversible suffering."
His hands were big and warm, and he held An Qi'en's hand tightly in his palm. An Qi'en's heart was pounding like a deer, and he firmly held Lu Bochu's hand.
"Even if I don't become the princess, I still have to endure the seven hardships. At least the prince is the man who recognizes me the most in the world besides my brother."
Their eyes met, as if they had a thousand words to say. After looking at each other for a few seconds, Lu Bochu gave the seal to An Qien.
An Qien told her servants to take good care of Lu Bochu, and she took the seal and went out.
The maids and servants in the mansion were all guarding the courtyard with sticks in their hands. The three of them, Qingbi Bailu Minghua, lit lanterns and followed An Qien to the door.
The officers and soldiers outside the gate were suppressing the people, but because there were too many people, they could not act as a deterrent.
Ziyun grabbed his throat and yelled angrily with a long sword in his hand: "If you take another step forward, you will be killed without mercy!"
Countless people outside were infected with the plague, and they were yelling: "We want to see the prince and give us medicine!"
An Qi'en asked someone to open the door. Ziyun was surprised when he saw An Qi'en coming out. The people infected with the plague were so excited that they rushed into the house when they saw the door of the palace opened.
These people all thought that the prince didn't care about them. Myrrh and the doctor didn't show up for a day.
An Qien tensed her nerves, raised the seal given to her by Lu Bochu and said loudly: "The seal here means that the prince is here. The prince is infected with the plague and cannot come out to see everyone. I can understand everyone's mood. Now everyone is in danger and needs medicine." , Doctor, but there is no right medicine at present, and it will not help if you surround the palace."
"If the prince's treatment is disturbed and the prince cannot recover, all the people in Jingyang will really sit and wait for death. The prince has not given up on anyone. He ordered my brother to go out to Qiguo to buy medicine, and ordered the ministers to go out to find a doctor. , even if you can’t protect yourself, you are still worried about the people of Jingyang, can you afford to cause trouble like this to them!”
This was the first time she yelled at everyone in an angry voice.
These people who were infected with the plague no longer wore masks or hoods. They were all very sick, and it felt like they were all dying together.
An Qien then said with great momentum: "Who is distributing food to the people in the city? Who is building canals in Jingyang, who is building orphanages for orphans in Jingyang? Who is it that after the plague appeared in Jingyang, Working day and night to think of a solution! None of these things were done by the prince!"
"Look what you are doing! The prince's benevolence has not resorted to the method of burning alive people, which is why you are so wanton. Do you really need to order that all people infected with the plague be burned to death so that you can stop making trouble?"
"He thinks of the people in everything, and now he himself is suffering from the plague, but you still accuse him of not doing anything and destroying the palace! I don't see who has the guts. Here is the seal. Anyone who doesn't retreat will be killed!"
A man asked with a guilty conscience: "There is nothing we can do. Do we have to wait to die? When will the court come to save us?"
An Qi'en looked at the man seriously: "My brother, he hasn't had a single sleep in the past few days since the plague appeared in Jingyang. He was either disinfecting or maintaining stability, or buying medicine for everyone. Until now, he has brought None of the brothers came back.”
"The senior officials and doctors in Jingyang are dead and sick, and the remaining ones are still holding on to Jingyang. Is this what you call inaction? They have been running for you until now, what are you doing!"
Everyone was speechless after being asked. There were constant coughs and wailing in the crowd, and no one was messing around anymore.
Ziyun took the opportunity to lead his brothers to drive away the plague personnel: "Go back quickly, otherwise we will be killed without mercy. Don't cause trouble to the prince!"
The people retreated one after another, thinking that no one was taking care of them before causing trouble. Now that there is someone taking care of them, there is no need to continue making trouble.
Especially knowing that Lu Bochu also got the plague. If Lu Bochu was really killed by the trouble, people like them who live like ants would really have no one to care about.
It is better for the people to remember Lu Bochu in their hearts, otherwise they would not retreat so easily.
When An Qien saw these people leaving one after another, her tense nerves relaxed and she felt like she was being evacuated. She never thought that one day she would be in charge of the overall situation like a man.
At first, she was still scared, worried that she would not be able to persuade these people to retreat, but she did not expect that the result was far beyond her expectation.
An Qien quickly returned to Lu Bochu's place. Lu Bochu was lying weakly on the bed. He was relieved to see that she was brought back safe and sound.
It was already late at night. Lu Bochu was sleepy after taking medicine. He told An Qien: "Thanks to you, otherwise my palace would not be safe today. It's getting late, so you should rest early."
An Qi'en sat on the stool in front of Lu Bochu's hospital bed, put the seal on his bedside and said softly and firmly: "I will guard the prince here, and when the prince is well, I will sleep well for three days and three nights. "
Lu Bochu looked at her with emotion and distress: "I am afraid that you will not be able to bear it."
An Qi'en pretended to smile casually and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I know how to treat you. If you don't feel well, I will go and rest myself."
Lu Bo didn't say anything when he first saw that she insisted on doing this. He was so sleepy that he fell asleep within two minutes.
An Qi'en stood guard in front of his bed, checking his pulse once an hour. She asked Agui to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for her.
Then An Qi'en recorded all the symptoms of the plague and made a summary of which drugs were useless and which drugs had a slight effect.
She concentrated on organizing these things, and before she knew it, in the middle of the night, Lu Bochu had a high fever again. An Qi'en prepared a new pair of detoxifying and antipyretic medicines for him.
Lu Bochu was so burned that she didn't even have the strength to speak. She could only feel An Qi'en giving her medicine.
Just after An Qi'en gave Lu Bochu the medicine, Bai Lu and Qing Bi suddenly had a high fever and had difficulty breathing. An Qi'en checked their pulses. Unexpectedly, the two people who brought the plague-removing bags were also infected with the plague.
An Qi'en felt even more desperate, which meant that she might have been infected but hadn't gotten sick yet. She didn't have time to panic and quickly sent Qingbi Bailu to the room to rest. The prescription An Qi'en gave them was the same prescription Lu Bochu drank.
Minghua stayed to take care of Qingbi and Bailu, and An Qien returned to Lu Bochu's ward.
Since removing the virus could only delay the infection but not eliminate it, she felt that she didn't even need to wear a mask.
But the moment she wanted to take it off, she stopped. She stayed by Lu Bochu's bed and stared at the man sleeping on the bed in a daze and exhaustion. Unknowingly, exhausted, she lay down beside Lu Bochu's bed and fell asleep... ....
She tilted her head and rested her arms on the side of Lu Bochu's bed. The man raised his hand and gently touched her face through the white mask.
The tingling sensation made An Qien open her eyes. Suddenly realizing that she had lost her composure, she straightened her body and shouted nervously: "Your Majesty."
Lu Bochu was looking at her sideways. An Qi'en saw that the man's face and eyes were very bright, and asked in disbelief: "Is the prince still feeling uncomfortable now?"
"Kind of."
Lu Bochu's voice was as usual, not sounding as pale and weak as a patient's.
An Qi'en nervously checked his pulse and asked, "What's wrong with you, Your Majesty?"
Lu Bochu deliberately teased her: "I'm hungry and want to eat white rice."
An Qi'en's nervous expression gradually relaxed, and his face gradually became filled with joy and disbelief. Judging from Lu Bochu's pulse, he had recovered!
An Qien asked in disbelief: "Is your body still sore? Do you still have strength? Is your chest still tight? Are your lungs still uncomfortable?"
The interest in Lu Bochu's eyes became even stronger, and his tone was low and hoarse: "Didn't you take your pulse? Why don't you believe in your own medical skills?"
An Qi'en really didn't believe it anymore and wanted to know the answer eagerly: "Your Majesty, don't betray me."
Lu Bochu stopped teasing her and said seriously: "I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. I feel very comfortable. What did you give me to eat last night?"
An Qi'en was overjoyed and hurriedly said without answering Lu Bochu's question: "Your Majesty, I'll go check on Qingbi and Bailu first. They were also infected and took the same prescription."
After saying this, An Qien hurriedly went to find Qingbi and Bailu. If this recipe could be used, the people of Jingyang would be saved.
An Qien came to Qingbi and Bailu's room. The two maids were also awake. Minghua was taking care of them and continued to drink medicine.
