"Taibai, do you know Bian Que?"

Yang Mo asked, who took the lead.

"I only know that I am a miracle doctor."

Li Bai, who is less than twenty years old, likes to do three things every day: playing sword, drinking, and writing poetry.

Reading history books is not his interest.

"Brother Yang, how much do you know about him?"

"I know Bian Que, he is a mage..." Yang Mo regretted why he was so obsessed with games in his previous life that when he mentioned Bian Que, his mind was full of strange knowledge: "Short legs, you can play mid laners, and it is a late stage."

"What?"

Li Bai couldn't understand, and Yang Mo glanced at him: "Actually, I haven't told you that in our era, when many people talked about Li Bai, the first thing they thought of was that you were an assassin and were lovers with Wang Zhaojun."

"What's the matter?"

Li Bai looked question marks.

Until the government office, Li Bai never stopped asking Yang Mo why in his era, people thought that he and Wang Zhaojun were husband and wife. Did people in that era have no historical knowledge?

Yang Mo did not explain and tried hard to search Bian Que's information in his brain.

When he arrived at the government office and entered the lobby, everyone's attention was attracted by him.

"I've met Miss Li."

He first bowed to Li Xiuning, then sat down directly, without any politeness: "The epidemic is like a fire. I dare to ask my wife why the soldiers from the three camps were temporarily suspended from entering the city?"

Li Xiuning was also in a dilemma. What Yang Mo said to himself was very reasonable, but what Taiyuan magistrate and the miracle doctor named Bian Que in front of him made more reasonable.

"Is this the Yang clan brother?"

A man in his thirties next to him suddenly greeted him.

Yang Mo was stunned, brother?

Are there people from the Yang family? Apart from the King Qing family, they all have themselves, and not all the others have been killed?

Seeing him confused, Zhao Hong, the governor of Taiyuan, introduced: "Young Master Yang, this is Yang Zhao, the uncle of Fenzhou. To be counted as you, you are brothers of the same generation."

Ma Sanbao next to him immediately said to Yang Mo: "His ancestors were given the national surname for their military achievements and were hereditary to Fenzhou Bo."

It turns out that they are not an authentic Yang family, no wonder they live well.

"It turned out to be a Fenzhou Bo, and I have heard of the famous name for a long time."

Yang Mo was polite, thinking about the epidemic, and looked at Li Xiuning again.

"Brother Yang is indeed a talented person. The day before yesterday I saw the poem given to Miss Yunrong by his brother, which was really wonderful... I thought about it in my mind that those who can write such quatrains must be..."

What is it? Before he could finish his words, Yang Mo directly retorted: "Fenzhou Bo, disaster relief is like putting out a fire. If you are polite, it will not be too late for us to say it in the future."

Although he didn't know about malaria, Yang Mo also knew that in ancient times, plague was an extremely terrible thing.

During the Three Kingdoms, Li Bai admired the Seven Sons of Jian'an and the top group of people in the Wei Kingdom were taken away by the plague.

Five of the seven sons died directly, and even the nobles were like this, let alone refugees who were difficult to guarantee food and clothing.

Yang Zhao choked by him and drank a cup of tea to cover up the embarrassment.

Li Xiuning was also surprised. Yang Mo was still low-key in daily life. Apart from drinking too much, he hardly liked to interrupt when interacting with others.

Today is abnormal.

"I have watched this young man personally. As long as the epidemic is handled properly, it will not be a big deal for Taiyuan."

The middle-aged man sitting next to Fenzhou Bo said, his tone was a little unkind.

Yang Zhao, a Fenzhou Boss, looked at Li Xiuning and said, "Miss Li, Mr. Bian Que's medical skills, is a personal experience. If the teacher had not taken action, I was afraid that the official would have died long ago."

He immediately told the process of acquaintance between himself and Bian Que. When he heard that Bian Que had cured Yang Zhao's terminal illness in three days, Li Bai couldn't help but look up to him.

"So, Mr. Bian Que means, will these refugees die on their own?"
Chapter completed!