At the entrance of the deserted village ten miles outside the city, there was a deep pit washed out by heavy rain. The whole village had already escaped, some went to the capital, and some went to other places. The village had long been deserted, and the houses that were not strong had collapsed one by one. Looking around, there was no complete and still standing house.

Feng Yuheng was taken to the entrance of the village by Wangchuan. While walking, Wangchuan said to her: "Last night, Your Highness ordered the soldiers to transfer all the bodies here, and after gathering, they started to burn. But the refugees refused to do it. The dead were their relatives. They insisted on burying the soil. But now it rains so heavily and the ground is full of water and mud, so where is the soil?"

Feng Yuheng frowned tightly, accelerated his pace and quickly arrived in front of the crowd.

There were many refugees around the entrance of the village. Those who rested in the tent for a night, drank hot porridge and rice, ate anti-inflammatory drugs distributed by Feng Yuheng, and got raincoats. Their bodies had initially recovered. At this time, the spirits had already come out to stop the Brahma corpse.

She heard many people crying, some crying, some crying their parents, some crying their wives, some crying children. There were also accusations, all of which pointed to Xuan Tianming and Dashun’s officers and soldiers who were cold-blooded and ruthless and inhumane. They formed a wall of humans, isolated the soldiers, and did not let the tincture oil in the hands of the soldiers onto the bodies. Feng Yuheng looked in through the cracks and found that many people simply sat in the pile of corpses. A woman was holding a child who had been dead for many days in her arms and cried loudly, shouting: "If you want to burn, burn me to death together!"

Xuan Tianming stood in front of the crowd, with his back to her, not wearing the raincoat she made for him, nor was he allowed the soldiers to hold an umbrella. Just standing in the rain, Feng Yuheng could see his trembling shoulders. She knew that this person was already so angry that he was about to go crazy by the ignorant refugee.

He quickly stepped forward, rushed away the crowd and walked to Xuan Tianming. He turned around to look at her, frowned, and said, "What are you doing here? Go back quickly!" As he said that, he was about to push her out.

Feng Yuheng shook his head at him, held his hand with his back, and sang: "I won't leave, I'll sleep well, we have to face the next thing together." Seeing that Xuan Tianming still disagreed and wanted her to go back, she simply pointed at the refugees who were piled up around the bodies and said to him: "Why do you need to burn the corpse? What is the time of epidemic, or the cremation of the land? I believe me!"

She spoke very loudly, not only Xuan Tianming could hear it, but also refugees could hear it, so someone immediately refuted it - "What's the reason? Of course, I have to be buried in peace!"

Feng Yuheng turned around and was facing the refugees. After thinking about it, he simply reached into his sleeve and took out the loudspeaker from the space. People saw her put a strange thing on her lips, and when she spoke, her voice suddenly became so loud that everyone could hear it clearly in such heavy rain. Then Feng Yuheng said, "Can you be safe? Look, where is the soil now? It's all mud! It's raining raining up and down, and even if you can barely bury it into the mud, you may be washed away after sleeping for a night, and you can't even see it!"

Someone retorted loudly again: "Can we see it if it burns?"

Feng Yuheng shook his head, "I can't see either, and I tell you, so many people burn together, even if there are ashes, they can't tell who is who!"

"Then you still have to burn!" The woman holding the child became excited: "I can't let you burn my child. I hold him. He will be wherever I am!"

Feng Yuheng's face turned cold and he shouted: "Yes! But it's not where you are, but where he is, you are!"

For a moment, not everyone realized what she meant, but she was also very smart. After thinking for a while, she said, "What do you mean is that if we want to protect the bodies of our relatives, we can only stay in this big pit?"

Xuan Tianming held her hand tightly and wanted to yell, but was stopped by Feng Yuheng. Then she strode forward and said coldly: "That's right! The dead are gone, and it's a different path from the living. Since someone is unwilling to separate from his relatives, then stay. It's absolutely impossible to bring the body back to the tent!" She was tired recently and her voice was a little bit slashing, but the sound of the roar was shocking people.

The sound from the military loudspeaker was unimaginable to the ancients, just as the sound came from the sky, rootless and without a source, but could expand to all directions. Such a vision had a certain shock, not to mention that the person who spoke was Feng Yuheng. Everyone knew that she was a miraculous doctor. When she heard her say this, the smart person immediately asked: "Why can't you bring the body back to the tent?"

Feng Yuheng was right and finally led his words to the topic. She asked people--"Have you ever thought about why we had to take medicine and get injections after we set up a rain tent and delivered porridge? Have you ever thought about why we had to carry the corpse so far? Why were we insisted on burning? I tell you that floods are not scary, and corpses are not necessarily cremated, but if the corpses are allowed to be thrown away at will, it will be sunburned after the heavy rain. At that time, the corpses will rot and the epidemic will be rampant. Your Highness and I risked our lives to go out of the city to save you. It is so hard that we exhausted manpower, material resources and financial resources, but you will eventually go alone because of your own will.

To keep these corpses, and then die one by one in the face of us, will our hard work and efforts be wasted? I said that the current situation cannot be buried deep. The corpses will still be washed out by floods. The corpses that have been buried after being buried and then washed out will rot faster, and the consequences are more terrible than leaving them alone. The county lord wants to ask you, compared to cremation, are you willing to watch the corpses of your relatives rotting little by little in front of you? Or are you willing to be passed on to the decay of the deceased and follow their footsteps? Do you have any thoughts on their feelings about them in such a disregard for the dignity of the deceased?"

Feng Yuheng said louder and louder, and finally stopped the conversation, and then heard Xuan Tianming using his internal strength and said again: "The dead people hope that the living people can live well. If I don't believe this, you won't understand!"

Their words gradually calmed down the refugees who were originally in chaos. Even the woman holding the child stopped crying. People were thinking about Feng Yuheng's words and the authenticity of those words.

A middle-aged man who was a little versatile in the crowd stood up and bowed deeply to Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng, then turned to the refugees and said, "You all recognize me, some of them are my fellow villagers, and some of them met on the way to escape. You all know that I am a doctor. Although I only practice medicine in mountain villages, I have treated you many times. I just heard all the words of the Lord of Ji'an County. She was right. What was terrible is not a flood, but an epidemic that could break out at any time after the flood."

Not everyone can hear his words clearly, but when the people in front of him hear them, they will spread them to the people behind him. Gradually, people knew that the doctor on their side also agreed with the statement of Ji'an County Lord, and his previous determination to defend the bodies of his relatives to the death began to shake.

Feng Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief, walked a few more steps forward, walked through the refugee pile, and walked to the deep pit, and stood up to the woman holding the child. She shouted: "You can survive so that you can continue the life of the child. Every year, someone can set him a water lamp on the Zhongyuan Festival, and someone can burn him some paper money during the New Year. If you die together, who should do these things? How can he feel at ease when he is below?"

Finally, the woman burst into tears like thunder, but her hands loosened the child a little bit. Feng Yuheng quickly ordered Wangchuan Huangquan: "Go down and bring the person up!"

The two girls understood and rushed into the pit and pulled the woman out. At the same time, several soldiers rushed down and dragged the people who were also in a relaxed mood to rescue them.

People stopped resisting, and the blocked walls automatically dispersed. The mountain village doctor said to Xuan Tianming: "Your Highness, burn it!"

Xuan Tianming nodded and said, "Thank you." Then he waved his hand and ordered the soldiers around him: "Put the tincture."

In the heavy rain, it would not be ignited without adding tincture oil. The soldiers poured buckets of tincture oil into the corpse pit and threw torches one by one. Suddenly, the flames soared into the sky. The people who watched the scene started to cry again, but no one rushed forward again.

Xuan Tianming took two steps forward, lifted his robe, and knelt on one knee on the muddy ground.

His actions stunned all the refugees. Before the people could react to the reason, they saw Feng Yuheng kneeling beside him as he was like him, and then there were Feng Yuheng's two girls, and then the officers and soldiers. Everyone knelt in front of the fire. Then Xuan Tianming said loudly: "They are my Dashun people. Today, I will send them a ride!"

People suddenly realized that His Highness Ninth and the Lord Ji'an County were leading the entire army to attend the funeral of the dead. They were completely shocked, so shocked that they didn't even bother to kneel down. They looked at this scene blankly, completely unbelievable.

Is this the legendary Ninth Prince who kills people without blinking, acts recklessly, and is completely unreasonable? Some people call him the Nine Hell King, but who would have thought that such a person could put down the prince and prince, kneel down with his future princess, and funeralize ordinary people with his future princess?

People's noses were sore. This soreness was not because of the pain of being transformed by relatives, but because of the touch and sadness of the ninth prince and the lord of Ji'an County.
Chapter completed!