After the left guard finished speaking, Vice General Chen said, "Actually... Actually, the last general also wants to meet with the Imperial Master."

Chu Yu looked sideways at the two of them, and under the two pairs of expectant eyes, he frowned and said, "No."

"General, it's not very kind of you to live in the Imperial Master's house and not let us visit you." Vice General Chen complained carelessly.

Chu Yu was amused and pretended to hit him on the head, but Deputy Chen quickly retracted his head.

Vice General Chen chuckled and saw Chu Yu retracting his hand, so he confidently stuck his head out, only to be hit unexpectedly.

"Ouch!" Vice General Chen exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Vice General Chen rubbed his head and muttered: "The commander-in-chief of a country is so unstable, he is not afraid of being laughed at if he spreads the word."

The left guard shook his head: "Vice General Chen, Chu has been dead for two thousand years."

Vice General Chen choked, and then said in a rough voice: "Huh, I can't defeat you literate people anyway!" "Vice General Chen, this is not a question of illiteracy, but common sense. Each descendant of a monarch is more corrupt than the last.

Sooner or later, the country will be subjugated. We must learn to accept the reality..."

The two of them exchanged words with each other. Zuo Weiwei, who had been silent during his lifetime, had stayed in the cemetery for two thousand years and actually learned how to refute theories with others.

Chu Yu rubbed his ears and said, "Stop arguing and take me to find the military advisor."

The conversation stopped suddenly, and the left guard said: "General, we are waiting for you downstairs."

Immediately afterwards, the two of them held the window with both hands, moved little by little to the left, then jumped up and slid to the bottom of the building holding the pipe.

That's right, the two climbed up along the pipes and air conditioner.

After all, ghosts can be injured if they jump directly from a high place.

Chu Yu was quiet for a moment, walked out the door, then entered the elevator gracefully and pressed the button to the first floor.

Guard Zuo and Deputy General Chen who were waiting downstairs paused for a moment when they saw Chu Yu coming out of the elevator.

As promised, the Ghost King is all-powerful. Shouldn't he use his awesome ghost power when going downstairs? Why take the elevator?

Chu Yu was strolling in the courtyard like an old man. The two looked at each other in confusion. They always felt that the style of painting was wrong and they couldn't tell the specific place. Vice General Chen muttered and didn't know what he was talking about. The left guard silently led the way.

Sensing that the three auras had completely gone away, Chu Hanxing closed his eyes again and rested.

…

"Princess, it's your birthday today. Many guests have come outside. Please help me dress you up."

With a smile on her face, the maid held the hairpin on Chang Le's temples and said with a smile: "The princess has become more and more handsome since she was born. I don't know which young master is so lucky to become the prince's horse in the house."

Another maid also smiled and said: "The prince said that the princess is only eighteen, so there is no need to rush to find a husband. The princess has a noble status and beautiful appearance. Anyway, I feel that there are few men worthy of the princess."

"Marriage requires a good match, so the princess can choose the one she likes."

After tying her hair, the maid put down the comb. Chang Le looked at the bronze mirror and helped her hair bun. She raised her lips slightly and stood up with the help of the maid. She said: "Although it is important to marry a son-in-law, it is important to be of the right family, but if both parties have no intention of marrying, they will force it together."

How can a couple be considered a good match?"

The maid smiled and said: "The princess is joking. The men from Youzhou are eagerly waiting for the news of a son-in-law in our house. There are also rumors that there is a son of a wealthy businessman who is so in love with the princess that he even skips meals and meals every day just to catch a glimpse of the princess."

Lord Fangrong..."

The maid in charge scolded: "Who allowed you to say such nonsense in front of the princess!"

The maid who said those words hurriedly knelt down and admitted her mistake.

"That's all, get up."

Chang Le stood on the porch. It was the beginning of winter today, with heavy snowfall and silver coating. Chang Le looked at the snow in trance.

"I don't want to get married."

Her eyes fell into the distance and her voice was very low, as if she was talking to herself.

"The princess doesn't want to do it if she doesn't want to. With the prince here, no one can force the princess." The maid said.

Chang Le slowly lowered his eyes. Although he was as young as a flower, his whole body was shrouded in a touch of sadness.

"My father will find a son-in-law for me one day."

The maid opened her mouth, exhaled slowly, and asked softly: "In the heart of the princess...but you can't let go of Prime Minister Ji?"

Chang Le was stunned for a moment and said nothing. She stared at the snow without blinking. It wasn't until her vision gradually blurred that she raised her head, closed her eyes, and suppressed the emotion.

"Is Miss Wang here? She told me two days ago that she was engaged. Let's go and have a look..."

The sun came out, and the snow slowly melted away, revealing the tender green grass underneath, but the empty corridor remained deserted.

…

Guests from the palace gathered together, chatting and laughing, and it was very lively. Occasionally, one or two coughs were lost in the crowd.

Everyone ate and drank, and they all left in the evening.

Not long after Changle's birthday party, the servants in the mansion began to cough and have fever one after another.

The old prince had gained a foothold after a bloody storm over the heir apparent, so he immediately sensed something was wrong and immediately invited a doctor to see him.

The doctor diagnosed that the weather was too cold and the wind and cold had invaded, and prescribed a prescription to remove evil spirits and sweating. The old prince asked the housekeeper to give the order for free, and allowed the servants not to go to work until they recovered.

However, the incident happened too quickly. Overnight, the whole Youzhou began to cough and cough, and officers and soldiers discovered corpses on the street one after another.

The old prince felt something was wrong, and the spies reported that an epidemic broke out in the capital.

He immediately ordered people to check the people around Changle and take away those who coughed. He also ordered people to seal Changle's courtyard and not allow anyone to enter or exit.

The old prince then ordered the city to be sealed, summoned all the doctors, ordered him to study the prescription, and sent people to inquire about the news at all times.

A large number of people died. The old prince was so anxious that he returned home from the city every day. He only glanced at the small courtyard where Chang Le was from a distance and never came close. He began to arrange the affairs of the city to ensure that even if he was gone, Chang Le could still be there.

Youzhou is established.

Chang Le, who was locked up in the courtyard, had no idea what was going on outside, but the uneasiness in his heart was getting bigger and bigger.

On the third day of the epidemic, the capital announced a prescription for treating the plague. The old prince got the prescription from the spies and summoned the doctors to discuss it.

The doctor stroked his beard and said slowly: "Cold syndrome means excessive yin and weak yang, evil qi entering the body, and damage to the defensive qi. This prescription can definitely be used to replenish yang and reduce yin."

"Prescribe the right medicine to the case. Everyone's body constitution is different. If you use one medicine, the plague will enter the next stage. At that time, this prescription will be ineffective. Treat it based on syndrome differentiation, and you need to treat the same disease with different treatments. One person can use the same medicine.

Alas, plague has broken out wherever there are traces of human beings. The number of doctors and their abilities are limited, so how can they be saved?

The prescriptions in the capital can only solve the urgent needs of the moment, and the rest depends on each person's fate."

"Have you never heard?" said a slightly younger doctor, "the imperial preceptor sits at the gate of the capital and provides free medical treatment and prescriptions to the people.

Three days after the plague broke out, the Imperial Guard had not slept for three days and three nights. Now there was a long queue. The Imperial Guard treated everyone equally, and even the sick officials had to line up honestly.

This prescription was summed up by the national master based on the actual situation of the people, and is the most corroborative.

I believe that as long as I work together, we will be able to overcome this difficulty!"
Chapter completed!