"Sir, Fahua Temple is quite famous, and the relationship is complicated. If you bring them back rashly, will it be...?"

Seeing Xiao Zicheng ordering to take people, a yamen runner said with some concern.

Xiao Zicheng glanced at him lightly. He had some impression of the rumors about Fahua Temple.

Since the Manichaeism rebelled in the early years of Jingping, the current emperors have a great disgust of Buddhism.

Although there was no large-scale destruction of Buddhism, many temples of all sizes were demolished. In the end, only three temples were left in Kyoto, and Fahua Temple was the most special one.

Under such circumstances, the number of monks in his temple increased instead of decreasing, and Jingzhao Mansion actually agreed to this matter.

"Sir, it's better to warn the people to drive them away according to the villain's opinion."

The yamen runners thought that they had figured out Xiao Zicheng's thoughts, but they were just because they were not good at face, so they were smart now.

Xiao Zicheng snorted coldly, turned to look at the carriage behind him, and suddenly a hint of cunning appeared in his eyes.

It is indeed unknown how deep the water of this Fahua Temple is, but he has a scapegoat who is among the top in the Great Zhou Dynasty, so he may not be afraid of him...

"Your Highness the Crown Prince has an order to take all the monks to Jingzhao Mansion to await trial!"

After saying that, he ignored the expressions of the yamen runners and turned around and walked towards the carriage.

In the carriage, Zhu Ying's expression on his face was very wonderful. If he had not been influenced by Emperor Jingping, he would have had no affection for these bald donkeys, so he would have been shattered in public.

Xiao Zicheng arrived at the side of the carriage, took a deep breath and lifted the curtain, and stepped forward.

"Old Xiao, why have I ever given such an order? You are not authentic..."

Zhu Ying stared at Xiao Zicheng with her eyes fixed on her face, showing a sarcastic look on her face.

Seeing his expression, Xiao Zicheng laughed awkwardly:

"Your Highness the Crown Prince doesn't need to thank me. Who will be with us brothers?"

Zhu Ying was stunned for a moment, and forgot to get angry for a moment. He had seen many thick-skinned people, but like Xiao Zicheng, it was really the first to be the one.

"You think, the Kyoto plague has just been suppressed. If this good situation is destroyed by these bald donkeys...

When you want to go out to the palace to play, you have to consider whether there is a risk of infection."

After all the words, Zhu Rong was a little indignant. If he hadn't had to go to the palace to express his condolences, he would have been so crazy these days.

"Why are you still standing there?" Zhu Ying gritted her teeth and lifted the curtain, "Take all these damn bald donkeys back to me!"

When the imperial guard saw His Royal Highness opening a golden mouth, he ignored the threat of the general monk of Fahua Temple and directly put it on chains and took it to Jingzhao Mansion.

......

Until late at night, no one of the people who attended the blessing of Fahua Temple had symptoms of fever.

After receiving the news, Xiao Zicheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, blown the ink on the paper, and said loudly:

"Don't sleep anymore, everyone gathers!!"

When the yamen runner heard the noise outside, he hurried in and reminded him:

"Sir, it's almost time for curfew. I'm afraid I'll go out at this time..."

Xiao Zicheng glared at him, "Where did you come from so much nonsense? Just prepare."

In the past two days, he has studied the symptoms of epidemics for a long time. Most of the patients have developed symptoms of fever, headaches, and swelling of the neck.

All the symptoms are consistent with the symptoms of the epidemic recorded in a book "Xian Ni Ji" he once read.

This medical book written by Li Wenbing, a famous Qing Dynasty doctor, also records in detail the prescription for treating the epidemic. He vaguely remembers it called Epidemic Soup.

Unfortunately, the time was too long, so he could only think of a rough idea of ​​the specific recipe for the anti-epidemic soup.

After a day of hard thinking, Xiao Zicheng came to a conclusion that instead of quizing here whether the prescription is effective, it is better to find someone to try it out.

The yamen runners had already gathered at this time, and Xiao Zicheng waved his hand: "First get the medicine in the Imperial Hospital, then go to the relocation office."

The gate of the Imperial Hospital was closed at this time. Due to the order of the emperor, all the doctors were told to go to the relocation site in the northern suburbs, and there was no one inside.

Xiao Zicheng knocked on the door for a long time but no one responded. In a hurry, he raised his foot and wanted to kick the door.

But he was stopped by the yamen runners, "Sir, this is the Imperial Hospital. If you kick it out, you will have to pay for it..."

Xiao Zicheng was stunned. When he thought about it carefully, he slowly lowered his feet.

The yamen runner volunteered, "Sir, you are here later, I will climb the wall in."

After saying that, he ran to the yard side, rushed to the yard wall with a run-up, and quickly opened the door.

In the warehouse, Xiao Zicheng looked at the whole room of Chinese medicine and various bottles and jars, and couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed:

"Mainly looking for Atractylodes, Chuanqiong, Gan Ge..."

When Xiao Zicheng and his group arrived at the relocation site, they expressed their intentions, but they attracted ridicule from the imperial physicians.

"Young Master Xiao, if you have specialized in your skills, don't make trouble."

"What kind of prescription is this? I've never heard of it. It's effective for the epidemic?"

"Mr. Xiao, this is not a place to find happiness for you. I hope you can leave quickly!"

To be honest, Xiao Zicheng was not sure.

"Based on the symptoms, this epidemic can eliminate dysentery, smallpox, and plague, but to be honest, I am not very clear about what the cause is.

However, judging from the patient's symptoms, the prescription I provided is certainly useful. As for how effective it is, I dare not boast about Haikou."

The in charge of the affairs here, Zhang Xuanrui, the envoy of the Imperial Hospital Hospital, heard the movement and walked out with an unhappy expression.

"Mr. Xiao, do you have such skills? It's really unheard of."

It was an old man with white hair and a thin body, with sharp eyes like an eagle, spinning back and forth on Xiao Zicheng.

"Mr. Xiao, since I was appointed to the Imperial Hospital in danger, I have never relaxed for a moment. I have worked hard to develop the prescription. Although I am in charge of the epidemic, my hands have stretched too long."

I look down on others, right? I am the legitimate son of Yongyi, you are the envoy of the Imperial Doctor, so why are you pretending to me?

Xiao Zicheng was not polite either. He imitated the other person's appearance and stretched his face to the point of being too long, and said with a slight smile:

"It's a mule or a horse, pull it out and slip it. If Doctor Zhang doesn't believe it, you'll be clear."

Doctor Zhang was so excited that his forehead was leaping with blue veins, and he snorted coldly:

"How can pharmacology be a joke? Who knows if your medicine will poison people?"

He said that the medicine was like poison.

"Since you know that Your Majesty ordered me to command the epidemic, it is related to the epidemic situation, even if you have to obey my orders, can I do not want to disobey Doctor Zhang?"

When Doctor Zhang heard this, his eyes suddenly became angry, and he wished he could burn Xiao Zicheng to death.

Just as he was about to reprimand, he heard Xiao Zicheng say such big words, and his eyes rolled:

"Since the adults are so confident in their prescription, I have handed over some of the patients to the adults."
Chapter completed!