Divine Doctor's Daughter: Tyrant, spoil me!

What can we do to avoid embarrassment?

Gu Changle can't answer. If it's her, she can't think of a better way.

"If you can't come to the capital. Well... Well, look for a sparsely populated place. Let the people inside withdraw first and settle the refugees... "This is the way Gu Changle can think of. Find a place near Kyoto City to resettle the refugees and cure them first.

If the plague is not controlled, it will only become more and more serious, and more and more people will die.

"Zhaozhao, the Treasury is empty. You know how to transfer these refugees. How much money do people need to move to another place? " The Empress Dowager whispered, "it's too difficult."

What does the State Treasury look like!

"Tell the AI family what the disease is. What are the consequences of the most serious? " Asked the Empress Dowager.

Gu Changle said, "I went out of the city yesterday to treat those refugees. It looks like wind cold. It's just more severe than the general wind cold, and it can be transmitted through contact and breathing. As long as the right medicine is used, it can be cured, but... The most fear is that more people are sick. Wind chill can change. At that time, the common wind cold medicine will be useless. "

All the medicine she boiled yesterday was added with Lingquan. They are worried that after they enter the city, ordinary wind cold medicine will not cure the disease.

"If there is a plague in Kyoto, Zhaozhao, it's up to you." The Empress Dowager said to Gu Changle in a tone of entrusted responsibility.

Gu Changle felt heavy pressure“ Don't worry, Empress Dowager. There are so many doctors in Kyoto, they are also very good. "

"Now the most worrying thing for the AI family is the emperor." The Empress Dowager sighed, "go back again. If Fu Qiao comes back, bring him to the mourning home immediately."

"Good." Gu Changle also wants to see Fu Qiao as soon as possible. If Emperor Zhou had seen Zhou duo last year, maybe many things he couldn't figure out would have an answer.

Gu Changle left the palace. On his way back home, he found that the pedestrians on the road were almost gone. The whole street was empty, and even the shops were closed, as if there were monsters outside.

It's inexplicably frightening.

"They think of refugees as monsters." Hongying sighed. They were all the people of the Zhou Dynasty.

Gu Changle heart bitter sad, "big week really want to end."

No one wants to see his country perish. Hongying doesn't know how to comfort Gu Changle.

"Take a look at the gate." Gu Changle said in a low voice.

"Girl, it's so chaotic outside now. The city gate will only be more chaotic. You'd better go home." Hongying advised that with her to protect nature, she was not afraid that the refugees would hurt the girl, but she was afraid that there was a plague.

Gu Changle shook his head, "let's go."

The third prince ordered to shoot the refugees who hit the gate. On the other side, he sent troops to fill up the loopholes. But is there a gap, or are the refugees constantly squeezing in.

So, the third prince personally led the soldiers behind the wall, no matter men and women, old and young, as long as they stepped over the wall, they were all killed.

The sound of wailing, fighting and killing kept ringing.

It's like purgatory.

"Big week is going to die!" One of the refugees had an arrow in his body. He was covered with blood. He shook his arms and cried out, "people of Kyoto, listen, Emperor Dazhou killed us today and will kill you in the future. We are all the same!"

"We are not reconciled! Not reconciled

"Big week is over."

The third prince's face was livid. He grabbed the sword and cut off the man's head on the spot.