As the king of Yue, Li Hui saw tens of thousands of people kneeling in worship on many occasions.

For example, in the Winter Solstice Heaven Sacrifice held every three years, members of the royal family, civil and military officials, and ordinary people of Chang'an face the southeast to worship the sun and pray for good weather, peace and prosperity for the country and the people;

For example, when I went to the military camp with my father to review, the hundreds of soldiers who returned in triumph, with strong evil spirits on their bodies, knelt down on one knee and shouted long live the mountain;

For example, when I went to Taihao Mountain for further training not long ago, Haotian believers from different countries and regions knelt down at the foot of the towering Taihao Mountain, worshiping step by step, moving forward to worship the mountain.

Compared with those scenes, the people of Taiyuan Prefecture kneeling on the ground in front of them,

He does not have a prominent position, nor does he have outstanding military exploits or material resources. Compared with the monks in his palace, they can be said to be as weak as ants.

But at this moment, standing on a high-rise building in the cold autumn wind, looking at the heads below that are knocking on the ground,

However, Li Hui felt an emotion that he had not experienced for a long time.

Fear.

He was not the only one to feel this way. Li Leling, Qiu Feng, the Taiyuan Prefecture Governor and a group of bureaucrats, and the people on the high-rise buildings turned pale and could not say a word.

"You, are you seeking death?!"

The military attache at the gate of the prefecture's mansion subconsciously took a step back, but then he realized that the prince, princess, and the prefect were looking at him from the high building, so he had no choice but to shout: "Besieging the prefecture's mansion is equivalent to conspiracy, which is trivial.

Then he will be exiled thousands of miles away, bringing disaster to his descendants.

In more serious cases, behead your head and show it to the public!

Think carefully! Don’t delay your children!”

"People are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death?"

A rural sage raised his head with red eyes and shouted: "Surround the prefect's mansion and commit the death penalty for Yu Lu.

But staying at home is the same as waiting to die of illness.

We just want a way to survive!"

"Stay at home and don't run around!"

The military attache stood on the steps, pointed the long knife in his hand downwards, pointed at the stone bricks, and shouted sternly: "Believe in the imperial court, don't cause trouble to the imperial court, and don't become a mob!"

"What is a mob?"

A scholar laughed sadly and said: "When we followed the government's arrangements to close the city and stayed at home, we were not a mob.

When we listened to calls in newspapers and periodicals to actively curb the plague and donated money and materials, we were not a mob.

But now, we just knelt down in front of the prefect's mansion and did not do anything to smash, smash or burn, but we are classified as a mob? Will it affect our descendants?"

Without waiting for the military attaché to answer, the scholar then said: "The relatives of the bureaucrats in the city secretly packed their luggage during the day yesterday and were ready to evacuate with the dignitaries at any time.

This Shangguan, can you also be taken away?

If not, what are you trying to protect by fulfilling your duties here?"

Not only was the military attache speechless, but even the soldiers beside him looked at each other with hesitation on their faces. The simple sword he pulled out in his hand subconsciously lowered it.

Click.

Li Hui unconsciously used a little force with her palms to make fingerprints on the wooden window sill.

The Taiyuan prefect wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said softly, "Let me go and have a look."

Then he quickly ran downstairs with a few people.

He walked through the courtyard, walked out of the gate, came to the military attache's side, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Dear fellow villagers, I am the prefect of Taiyuan.

Please keep your eyes open and don’t be deceived by traitors and demons.

I pledge my wealth and life below,

Whether it's the previous leaflets, the plague ghost charm not long ago, or the rumors circulating in the city in the past two days that the so-called prefect and other bureaucrats want to withdraw and leave the people in the city alone,

They are all concocted by traitors,

We just want to cause chaos in Taiyuan Prefecture, and we just want to harm more people in Taiyuan Prefecture!"

"Lie!"

The prefect's words were ruthlessly interrupted. A woman in colorful clothes stood up and called out: "I am the madam of Yilu Tower in the city. Last night, I heard with my own ears that the servants of the prefect's house came to Yilu Tower.

, looking for the singer Du Jiuniang.

It is said that at this time today, most of the officials in the Taishou Mansion will follow the prince and princess to find an opportunity to evacuate Taiyuan Mansion.

Du Jiuniang and the other governor's lovers have now been secretly taken to the mansion, put on maid clothes, and prepared to leave the city together.

Dear fellow citizens, he would rather escape from the city with his karaoke lover than spend more time protecting us common people."

The Taiyuan prefect's face changed after being slapped in the face, he stamped his feet and angrily shouted: "Nonsense, this is a frame-up!

Come on, arrest this nonsense bustard!"

"..."

The soldiers beside the prefect looked at each other, but no one listened to the prefect's words and took a step forward.

"What are you doing standing still? Do you also want to rebel?"

Thinking that the prince was still watching him upstairs, the prefect became furious and shouted: "One hundred guan, no, one thousand guan. I will give you one thousand guan to detain her!"

"Prefect,"

A young soldier bravely raised his hand and said: "I don't want money, just, can you take me with you when you leave the city?"

"You..."

The prefect was so angry that he couldn't say anything. His finger pointing at the soldier hung in the air, trembling back and forth.

"We just want to see Mr. Li Xiaolang once!"

The rural sage who spoke first stood up from the ground and said loudly: "Why was it that he was able to make medicines so quickly for blood carbuncle, water poisoning, and malaria before, but this time the plague was delayed?

So long.

We just want an explanation."

A Confucian scholar stood up and said, "Yes! We followed Mr. Li Xiaolang's arrangement and sealed off the city. But now, every family is crying, every household is mourning, and even the court has given up on us. We just want justice!"

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"That's right, fair! Mr. Li Xiaolang is the reincarnation of the Little Medicine King God. He will not ignore us. There are traitors who have blinded his ears and eyes!"

More and more people stood up from the ground, including Zhuo San, who was carrying his mother on his back.

He has a cold expression and a plain knife on his waist.

The huge crowd crowded towards the gate of the prefect's mansion.

As soon as Zhuo San took a step, his arm was grabbed.

"Sanlang!"

The yamen servant Sun Er appeared quietly behind him, lowered his voice and said sternly: "What are you going to do?"

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"Do what I have to do,"

Zhuo San said expressionlessly: "Save my mother."

His mother seemed to be even more sick than yesterday. She was lying on Zhuo San's back, her hair was messy, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her eyes were hard to open.

"Don't be stupid, you can't save her."

Sun Er, the yamen servant, advised: "The prefect's mansion is protected by monks, and you can't even see Mr. Li Xiaolang's face."

As if to verify Sun Er’s words,

On the steps, Taiyuan's prefect turned pale when he saw the crowds of people approaching. He turned to look at the Zhenfu Division monk beside him and said loudly: "Brother Su, stop them!"

After these days of observation, the image of the prefect has fallen to the bottom in the eyes of the Zhenfu monks.

However, duty is duty.

The monk surnamed Su curled his lips imperceptibly, took a step forward, pursed his lips, and recited a spell.

Buzz——

The effect of the spell spread along the ground, and the originally solid rammed earth road in front of the prefect's mansion immediately became soft and muddy.

Like a shallow swamp, it firmly traps the people's feet.

This is the power of magic,

As long as you control the people at the front, you don't have to worry about the situation getting out of control when the crowd is excited...

Just as the monk surnamed Su was about to end the spell, an inexplicable force forcefully penetrated his spell.

His lips continued to murmur involuntarily, and he continued to release the spell regardless of his sudden change in expression.

Puff puff puff——

There were dense waves in the mud swamp, as if being hit by a downpour.
To be continued...