Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 225: No Culture Is Terrible

Hibiscus cream is actually something extracted from poppies, and Jia Cong knows what it will look like even if he has never smoked it before.

He still doesn't know who is so frenzied, the only thing he can do is to forbid the entry and exit of Zhengdongfang, and wait outside bitterly.

This will directly rush into Zhengdongfang to investigate and arrest people, that is, the gourd baby saves grandpa...

dong dong dong...

da da da da...

Morning bells and evening drums, but horseshoes bursting.

In the capital where the curfew had just started, all the hustle and bustle had not subsided, and the ground seemed to be trembling. Those officials and people hiding at the door were all guessing in their hearts, what kind of trouble would the Forbidden Army attack.

Fortunately, the imperial army has strict discipline, and everything is in accordance with Jia Cong's instructions. After setting off from the camp, they galloped all the way to the outside of Zhengdongfang, and drove to the east of Zhengyang Street, east of Qinghua Temple, south of the inner city wall, and north of the Temple of Heaven. The small half of Zhengdongfang was surrounded.

All intersections are blocked, and the strange smell floating in the air and the direction of the smoke are observed at any time.

Cao Jiugong finally received the news and led the brigade of Dragon Guards to the inner city wall.

Jia Cong climbed up and looked far away, but unfortunately the sky was only the crescent moon and the stars blinking, so he couldn't see clearly what was going on at the Anguo Temple.

"Your Majesty said that you found traces of hibiscus ointment here, where is it?"

Hearing Cao Jiugong's question, Jia Cong pointed forward: "Hey, the sky above Zhengdongfang is all over!"

Cao Jiugong didn't understand, so he asked, "What do you mean?"

Jia Cong smiled wryly and said: "There is a lunatic who is burning hibiscus ointment in Zhengdong Fang, and the amount is huge. So far, the smell has not dissipated, but is blowing to the inner city along the southeast wind. I plan to send the dead to investigate. "

After taking hibiscus ointment for a short period of time, Jia Cong can't guarantee whether it will make people addicted, the amount is too much, and the smoke in the air, who knows if it will make people overdose, it will really kill people.

It took too long, and there are so many people in Zhengdongfang, not to mention whether they are addicted or not, if they die from an overdose, something big will happen.

At the foot of the emperor, the land of the first beneficence, if the people of a workshop have an accident, the emperor will have to issue an imperial edict if he can't make it right.

Cao Jiugong gritted his teeth: "I can't wait any longer, tell me, what should I do?"

"Cao Dudu, you ask me? I don't know either!"

Jia Cong really didn't know how to deal with this matter. The nine years of compulsory education in his previous life only taught the dangers of product D, and he stayed in a safe environment in his short life. How could he know how to deal with it.

It seems to use quicklime mixed with water...it seems to be...

Cao Jiugong's heart was bleeding, and his sons were all elite dragon guards, who were good at spying on intelligence, guarding and killing enemies.

Folding in such an intangible and unreachable place is really frustrating.

But he couldn't wait any longer, the whole capital would fall if he waited any longer.

"Come on, rush in with Ben Du..."

"and many more!"

Jia Cong grabbed Cao Jiugong's sleeve: "Cao Dudu, you want to go in person? You'll die if you don't!"

"Old Cao's man, when was he afraid of death?"

Cao Jiugong's answer made Jia Cong really want to curse, the heroic Cao Dudu corresponds to Jia Xiaosan who is afraid of death.

"Even death is worth dying for!"

Jia Cong stomped his feet: "Prepare cotton cloth, clear water, refreshing sachet medicine..."

He couldn't think of many things, and using limited conditions, he made a simple gas mask.

Without rubber, even airtightness cannot be achieved.The gas mask, which is similar to a large mask, is filled with various herbs and spices to isolate the strange smell in the air.

There were not many people, plus Cao Jiugong, Jia Cong, and Jia Shiyi, there were only [-] elite Dragon Guards.

Only the north side of Zhengdong Fang is the common people's residence, all the way to the south, there are people who have fallen into hallucinations everywhere, roaring, giggling, tearing...

Bang!
Jia Shiyi kicked another demented person who rushed up, and the group hurried towards Anguo Temple in silence.

According to the earliest information, the last place where hibiscus ointment may be burned is in Anguo Temple.

"Cao Dudu, look..."

Jia Cong's voice was unreal because of the large mask, but Cao Jiugong still got a rough idea.

Following the direction Jia Cong pointed, a cloud of smoke rose into the sky and drifted north with the help of the night wind.

"Right here..."

Cao Jiugong immediately drew his sword, Jia Cong also drew the dragon head dagger from his waist, and the rest of them all drew their swords to be alert, and quickly ran towards the direction of the smoke column.

Sure enough, it was in Anguo Temple. The gate of the temple had been demolished long ago, and blood was still flowing out from under the gate.

With the light of the torch, Jia Cong vaguely saw the corpse of the monk under the gate.

The door panel was full of footprints, and it was impossible to see how many people rushed in through the messy footprints.

There are ruins and rubble everywhere in the temple, as if it has experienced a great war.In front of the Daxiong Palace, there are a lot of firewood piled up.

From the pile of firewood burning beside it, thick smoke kept coming out, exuding a pungent and strange smell, the aroma was extremely strong, and it was so strong that it made people sick.

Jia Cong picked up a "soil bump" under his feet, it was square and dark brown, exactly the same as the hibiscus ointment found in Zhou Guiren's bedroom.

"Brother Cong, what should we do?"

"Extinguish the fire! If the fire continues, the entire capital will be destroyed!"

There is a small river outside the Anguo Temple. The monks in the temple opened a stream of running water in order to make the small bridge flow, which is regarded as a solution to the plight of fire-fighting water.

More than [-] people did not stop, they found tools and poured water on the firewood pile desperately.

The fire was huge, but it had been burning for a while. About two quarters of an hour, the last spark was extinguished.

"Don't pick it!"

A tired and paralyzed Brother Long Jianwei was about to take off his mask, but Jia Cong stopped him with words.

"Anyone who takes off his mask will be hit with a hundred army sticks!"

Now Jia Cong can confirm that this simple gas mask is still somewhat useful, at least until now, it is only slightly nauseated and dizzy, and there is no feeling of ecstasy.

It's just short of breath, which makes people feel a little suffocated.

Jia Shixi had already led a few people to conduct a simple search around the Anguo Temple, and shook his head.

"Get out first!"

Jia Cong stuffed the scattered piece of hibiscus ointment into his arms, exchanged a glance with Cao Jiugong, and led the exhausted people back quickly.

When he returned to the edge of the inner city wall, the emperor had already stood on the city wall under the guard of a large number of imperial guards.

The silver-armored general next to him was none other than Mr. She who was worried about his son.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Just as Jia Cong climbed up the city wall, he was hit twice on the head.

Liu Heng scolded: "If a gentleman doesn't stand under the dangerous wall, who told you to go to Zhengdong Fang?"

After Master She slapped his son's head, he rubbed it with distress: "San'er, are you okay? Let the imperial doctor take a look..."

Mr. Li Shiqian, who was invited by Mr. She, pulled Jia Cong's wrist and began to feel the pulse.

"There seems to be an external evil entering the body, but it shouldn't be a serious problem..."

Mr. Li opened the medicine box, took out a pill from a small porcelain bottle, and stuffed it into Jia Cong's mouth.Jia Cong took the water bag and swallowed it with a thud.

"The old man made a prescription, you all have a bowl first, and see the situation..."

Li Shiqian is a cautious person. Although he is [-]% to [-]% sure, he will never say enough.

The 23 people, including Jia Cong, were all placed on the top of the wall, around a bonfire built with various medicinal materials, and smoked "bacon"!
Is this a big moxibustion?

"Your Majesty, the smell is gone!"

The latest news came from the scouts, and Liu Heng nodded to Jia Amnesty.

With an order, the war drum team beat the war drums, and the drums in the capital immediately after the curfew were loud.

I don't know how many people couldn't sleep tonight, but the people in Zhengdongfang didn't realize it at all. When they woke up from the hallucinations, the imperial army had already searched the whole Zhengdongfang.

Jia Amnesty kept receiving reports from all over the place, 37 people were killed or injured, some fell to their own death from the attic, some jumped into the river and drowned themselves, and some died at the hands of their relatives...

"Except for the two dead monks of the Anguo Temple, all the monks staying in the temple have been arrested. Nine people are missing. According to Yuanming, the abbot of the Anguo Temple, it was his disciple Yuantong who led people to burn the forbidden things, causing Zhengdong Chaos!"

The fish-white shimmer is revealed, and the sky is about to dawn.

Liu Heng asked, "Did you catch Yuantong?"

"Return to Your Majesty, not yet, but I have already arranged for people to follow the clues to chase them, and they can't escape Zhengdong Fang."

Jia Amnesty was very confident about this point. The entire Zhengdongfang was surrounded by the imperial army, and even the waterways were blocked. Even if Yuantong and the others put on wings, they would not be able to fly out.

Sure enough, shortly after the morning bell rang, several bald heads were tied up in a string by the imperial guards and thrown at Jia Amnesty's feet.

The emperor sat on the top of the wall, pursing his lips tightly.

The whip in Jia Amnesty's hand is not capable of explaining Buddhism to the big bald head, and Yuantong explained everything when the whip was pulled down.

It turned out that he was entrusted by others to destroy the hibiscus ointment of several carriages.

The person who entrusted him with the work did not tell them what these things were, only that they were forbidden things.

Originally, Yuantong was afraid of the national law and worried about being implicated, but that person gave too much.

And as long as he does this without anyone noticing, the reward he gets is enough for him to enjoy himself for several years.

So how can anyone not notice it?Yuantong glanced at the incense burner in front of the Buddha. The Buddhas probably wouldn't mind him giving some strange incense.Ever since, Yuantong started a fire on a whim.

It doesn't matter if the fire burns, it almost makes the whole capital go crazy!

Jia Cong flew up and kicked over. When a monk, he should eat fast and chant Buddha. If he is uneducated, don't come out to harm others.

Good guy, in order to make money, the people in the city almost became addicted to D. If the Buddha knew it, he would send you to the [-]th hell to enjoy it one by one!
Jia Amnesty picked up the irritable little fat man and threw it back to Li Shiqian, and bowed to report to the emperor.

After Liu Heng was silent for a long time, he said in a cold voice: "Go and investigate, find out the people behind the scenes, and punish the clan!"

"Block Zhengdongfang and order the Imperial Hospital to settle in to treat the victims. The Ministry of Households allocates food and medicinal materials, and no one can be given up."

"Cao Jiugong, Jia Cong and other 23 people have made great contributions to the country without fear of life and death, and ordered the cabinet to formulate rewards!"

"Ring the Jingyang bell, and the civil and military officials of the seventh rank and above in Beijing will meet in Fengtian Hall!"

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　Sleep, sleep, sleepy!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)