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Chapter 63 The Death of Wan Yuanye

Wan Yuanye frowned and walked around, not wanting to touch the cup of tea.

But at this time, he couldn't help but make the decision himself. As Wen Xiuting clapped his hands, several figures flashed past and surrounded Wan Yuanye.

A sense of crisis arose spontaneously. Wan Yuanye stood up and wanted to run away. Several people immediately surrounded him.

After three or two moves, Wan Yuanye lost his opponent and was finally pushed to his knees on the ground.

"Mr. Wen, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you want to kill the donkey?" Wan Yuan also gritted his teeth.

Wen Xiuting smiled coldly and took a sip of tea calmly, "Isn't it possible? If you don't care for yourself, heaven and earth will destroy you. Now that the imperial court has sent troops, do you think you can still escape? In this world, I only believe in dead people. "

As soon as Wen Xiuting finished speaking, someone immediately took a piece of rope and put it around his neck from behind.

Wan Yuanye struggled desperately, but all was in vain. The opponent put his knee on the back of his neck and strangled him to death.

Later, under the instruction of Wen Xiuting, a group of people carried Wan Yuanye's body and secretly sent him back to Wanhe Mountain, pretending to hang himself.

After sending Wan Yuanye away, Wen Xiuting changed into rags and went out to provide disaster relief with the people around him.

The third prince led his soldiers to besiege Wanhe Mountain. Although there was no fighting, the layers of siege had frightened the disciples on Wanhe Mountain.

Someone with some qualifications on the mountain immediately went to ask Wan Yuanye for advice. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wan Yuanye hanging from the beam.

In desperation, everyone had no choice but to open the mountain gate and surrender. After all, they were just a martial arts sect. Although it would not sound good if the news spread, it could still save the lives of the disciples.

Wan Yan learned that the third prince led troops to besiege Wanhe Mountain, and rode over there overnight.

As soon as she went there, she saw her second uncle being carried out, still covered with a white cloth.

"No, how could this be? How is this possible? Why did the second uncle die?"

When he said this, Wan Yan stared at the third prince with red eyes.

The third prince looked innocent and hurriedly explained to her: "This has nothing to do with me. I just led an army to surround Wanhe Mountain and didn't do anything!"

After the third prince finished speaking, Wan Yan looked at his disciple with suspicion.

"Miss, this is the suicide note left by Hall Master Wan. Please read it." One of the disciples took out the letter and handed it to Wan Yan.

At the same time, the old housekeeper from Wanhe Mountain came out and explained to Wan Yan: "Actually, the hall master has always felt guilty. Over the years, Wanhe Mountain's status in the Jianghu sect has been extremely low. Firstly, there are not many disciples. Secondly, There are not enough financial resources.”

"That's why Hall Master Wan came up with the idea not long ago to make money by selling medicinal materials at high prices, but he couldn't pass the test of conscience. It is reasonable that he would commit suicide now."

The third prince looked at everything in front of him. Although he didn't know whether what they said was true or false, he knew in his heart that this matter could only be a confusing case.

Wan Yan reluctantly accepted this fact. When he looked at the old man in the hall, he saw his sincere eyes, and Wan Yan finally became wiser.

"I see. Now that my father is seriously injured, there is no one up and down the Wanhe Mountain to make decisions. As my father's only daughter, I should lead my disciples to continue to provide disaster relief."

As soon as Wan Yan said this, the old housekeeper immediately led all his disciples to kneel down and kowtow, recognizing Wan Yan's identity.

Although Wan Yan was indecisive, he still had a place for the common people in his heart. As soon as Wan Heshan accepted Wan Heshan's decision, he immediately ordered the warehouse to be opened and the medicine released. "All disciples listened to my order and immediately opened the warehouse, moved all the medicinal materials out, and sent them down the mountain for disaster relief. The remaining disciples went to the mountain to continue looking for two medicinal materials."

Wanheshan finally released the medicine. At first, various trading houses stocked up Artemisia annua and Artemisia annua at high prices, hoping to take advantage of the most critical moment to raise prices, but unexpectedly Wanheshan suddenly released a large number of medicinal materials to the market.

And it is provided to the people free of charge, so it is easy to lose money on the medicinal materials under the cohabitation.

In desperation, major commercial banks could only sell medicinal materials at low prices. A large amount of Artemisia annua and Artemisia annua instantly flowed into the market. The people were finally saved and the plague was brought under control.

The second prince and the third prince couldn't help but sigh.

"If my second brother had known it was so easy, he would have asked me to do it. We were almost worried to death in those two days, and so many people died."

The second prince looked at the record book in his hand, which was like the book of life and death of the King of Hell.

When someone started to get sick, the second prince arranged for people to register each of their households in this account book.

Now that the account book is updated every day, the number of casualties is also very clear.

"Fortunately, according to what my little sister said before, this plague should have killed and injured tens of thousands of people. Now we have greater control and only 79 people have died, and most of them are the elderly, weak, sick and children. We have tried our best."

Faced with such data, the third prince was still a little dissatisfied.

"What does it mean to try our best? If we had gone to Wanhe Mountain earlier and forced them to take out the medicine, we might not have to kill these 79 people."

The second prince knew that he felt sorry for those people, so he just sighed and didn't care too much.

"Don't just do everything to fight and kill. This time we besieged Wanhe Mountain. People in the rivers and lakes are already complaining about us. It won't be long before the imperial court is going to buy war horses on a large scale. I don't know how to solve this problem. !”

The third prince had a huge headache when these words came out. He spent more time in the business field than the two royal brothers, and he was responsible for purchasing war horses every year.

This year he led troops to besiege the Jianghu sect, fearing that his friends in the Jianghu would avoid him when they saw him.

"Hey, I want to buy a war horse this year. I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"

"Once something goes wrong with our war horses, Chixiao Kingdom will be proud of it."

Now it was the third prince's turn to have a headache, and the second prince's brows were also furrowed.

The troubles of the royal family cannot affect the common people.

The plague was under control, and people even began to go out to do farm work. For ordinary people, having enough food and clothing is a blessing in life.

But as life settles down, some people can't help but wonder, who on earth proposed that Artemisia annua and Artemisia annua can cure the plague?
Even the people who had good intentions asked all their local doctors, and everyone only told them that it was the two princes who suggested that these two herbal medicines could cure diseases.

However, there were also different opinions.

They believed that the miracle doctor brought by Wen Xiuting had improved the method of treating diseases with Artemisia annua, and it must have been proposed by him.

(End of this chapter)