"Mr. Qin, don't resist." Lan Xiaoyuan pouted.
"What happened? Why did you hit me with this?" Qin Yuesheng was puzzled.
"This morning, a group of disaster victims from the west entered Yangzhou Prefecture. Later, it was discovered that among these refugees there were patients suffering from the epidemic. To prevent the spread of the disease, the entire city is searching for them. Master Qin, this is sticky rice that can cure disease and eliminate disasters. It can clear away any disease that may have come into your body."
"You have a lot of arguments. Okay, I won't resist." Qin Yuesheng said with a smile.
The next moment, Lan Xiaoyuan grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and threw it at him, but there was no reaction.
"That's great, Mr. Qin, you are normal." Lan Xiaoyuan said with a smile.
"You continue, I'll go back and rest first." Qin Yuesheng shook his head helplessly and walked directly into Yixin Residence along the cobblestone path.
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The situation in the world is very bad now. There are natural disasters and man-made disasters everywhere. There are either floods in the south or droughts and locust plagues in the west. Sometimes there are earthquakes and hail in some places. After being written into memorials and sent to Chang'an, there are so many of them that they can fill up an entire desk in the imperial study.
However, the imperial court did not come up with any response to this situation. The memorials on public sentiment sent to Chang'an from all over the country seemed to fall on deaf ears, without even a ripple.
After a long period of accumulation, public resentment boiled over, and some negative voices appeared more or less in all parts of the country.
However, the situation is not obvious enough. If no one is paying attention to discover it, it may not be noticed.
The north gate of Yangzhou Prefecture.
A luxurious carriage slowly drove into Yangzhou Prefecture. When the city guards raised their guns and tried to stop it for inspection, one of the four mounted guards immediately produced a token and raised it, saying, "Look carefully! You can't stop this carriage."
A soldier guarding the city who looked quite old looked at the token intently, his expression changed instantly, and he quickly and silently stepped aside, respectfully watching the carriage drive into the city.
"Brother Zhou, where do these people come from? They are so arrogant." Looking at the back of the departing carriage, a young soldier immediately came over and asked stealthily.
"I'm going to teach you this today. You have to remember this: these adults are from Chang'an. They are officials of the imperial court. They usually work in the palace and don't leave easily. If they do, someone will be killed. Do you understand?"
The young soldier nodded, not quite understanding. "Brother Zhou and other important figures have come to Yangzhou Prefecture this time. Could it be that something happened here?"
"Don't think about things you shouldn't, or you'll get yourself into trouble. Come to my house for a drink tonight, and I'll teach you the ropes." The old soldier patted the young soldier on the shoulder and said, "Remember to bring roast chicken and some wine. I've got peanuts."
"Brother Zhou, why do I have to buy roast chicken and wine every time we eat?"
"Stop talking nonsense. I've already contributed peanuts. What else do you want?"
As the largest city in Jiangnan, Yangzhou Prefecture has a status equivalent to that of a provincial capital, so the population in the city is naturally quite large.
The carriage moved slowly along the street, and the copper bells hanging on both sides rang slightly as the wheels rolled.
There were four people riding horses beside the carriage, three men and one woman.
Except for a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, the rest of the people were wearing light armor and had weapons on their waists. It was obvious at first glance that they were not to be trifled with.
The scholar held an octagonal copper plate in his hand, sometimes looking up at the sky, sometimes looking at the ground, and kept muttering something in his mouth.
"Mr. Wang, have you discovered anything? We have been traveling for many days." The short-haired woman turned her head and asked.
"You can't blame me, Miss He. I observe the sky every day, but I don't see any movement of dragon energy. I'm really powerless." Wang Chengfeng smiled bitterly.
I was a fortune teller from the Imperial Observatory, but was summoned by the gentleman in the carriage to go with him to the south of the Yangtze River to find out the owners of the seven dragon auras in the south of the Yangtze River and kill them one by one.
But ever since he came to Jiangnan, his qi-gazing skills have become like a frost-bitten eggplant, with no response at all.
As a result, he was urged to ask questions every day, which really made him feel a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the adult in the carriage had always maintained an indifferent attitude and never urged him at all. He did not give him any military orders such as he must find it within a few days, which made Wang Chengfeng secretly grateful.
This time, their group went to the south of the Yangtze River, not to kill people, but rather to enjoy the mountains and rivers.
"What? If we hadn't discovered it, wouldn't we have to wander around Jiangnan forever?" He Rui sighed. She looked quite young, at most twenty-five or twenty-six, but she had a restrained aura and her spirit, energy and mind were one. It was obvious that she was a master of internal force.
"Xiao He, Lord Yuwen hasn't spoken yet, why are you in such a hurry? We've been staying in the palace for too long, and the red walls, high tiles, and solemn imperial city are boring. It would be interesting to come south to see the legendary beautiful scenery of the misty Jiangnan." A one-eyed young man said with a smile.
"You're the only one who enjoys it." He Rui rolled her eyes.
The one-eyed young man was named Wu Fan, and was about the same age as her. The other calm and taciturn man was called Huang Tianhu, who was the strongest among the four and a master of the fifth level of internal strength.
Watching the two of them bickering, Wang Chengfeng once again immersed himself in looking up and down at the sky.
Dragon energy is something that is invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people. Only people who are born with spiritual eyes or who have mastered the method of opening their eyes can see it.
Those who are able to enter the Imperial Observatory as meteorologists must have one of these two abilities in terms of spiritual vision, without going into details about their other abilities.
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