At the entrance of a deserted village ten miles outside the city, there was a deep pit washed out by heavy rain. The entire village had already fled, some to the capital, some to other places. The village had long been deserted, and the houses that were not strong to begin with collapsed one by one. Looking around, there was not a single intact house still standing.
Feng Yuheng was led by Wang Chuan to the entrance of the village. As they walked, Wang Chuan said to her, "Last night, His Highness ordered the soldiers to transfer all the bodies here, and start burning them after they were gathered. But the refugees refused to do so. The dead were their relatives, and they insisted on burying them. But now it is raining so hard, the ground is full of water and mud, where is the soil!"
Feng Yuheng frowned, quickened his pace and walked forward, soon arriving in front of the crowd.
There were many refugees gathered at the entrance of the village. After resting in the tents for a night, drinking hot porridge and rice, taking the anti-inflammatory medicine distributed by Feng Yuheng, and getting raincoats, their bodies had recovered initially and they were now energetic enough to run out and stop the Brahma corpse.
She heard many people crying, some crying for their parents, some crying for their wives, and some crying for their children. There were also accusations, all of which pointed out that Xuan Tianming and the officers and soldiers of Dashun were cold-blooded and inhumane. They formed a human wall to isolate the soldiers from outside, and refused to let the soldiers pour the kerosene on the corpses. Feng Yuheng looked inside through the gaps between the people, and found that many people simply sat on the pile of corpses. A woman was holding a child who had been dead for many days in her arms and crying loudly, and kept shouting: "If you want to burn, burn me to death too!"
Xuan Tianming stood at the front of the crowd, with his back to her. He did not wear the raincoat she had specially made for him, nor did he ask the soldiers to hold an umbrella for him. He just stood in the rain. Feng Yuheng could see his shoulders trembling slightly. She knew that he was almost going crazy because of the ignorant refugees.
She quickly walked forward, pushed through the crowd and walked to Xuan Tianming. He turned around to look at her, frowned, and blurted out: "What are you doing here? Go back!" As he said that, he was about to push her out.
Feng Yuheng shook her head at him, held his hand with her backhand, and said loudly: "I'm not leaving, I've had a good sleep, we have to face the next thing together." Seeing that Xuan Tianming still disagreed and wanted her to go back, she simply pointed to the refugees surrounding the pile of corpses and said to him: "Why do we have to burn corpses, what is an epidemic, is it better to bury or cremate, I will tell you these principles, believe me!"
She spoke in a loud voice, not only Xuan Tianming could hear it, but the refugees could also hear it, so someone immediately retorted - "What's the reason? Of course he should be buried in peace!"
Feng Yuheng turned around and faced the refugees. After thinking for a while, she simply reached into her sleeve and took out a loudspeaker from the space. People saw her put a strange thing to her lips, and then when she spoke, her voice suddenly became very loud, so loud that everyone could hear it clearly in such a heavy rain. Then Feng Yuheng said, "Can you be safe in An? Look, where is the soil now? It's all mud! It's raining heavily in the sky, and the underground is flooded. Even if you barely bury it in the mud, it may be washed away in a night's sleep, and you won't even be able to see it!"
Someone loudly retorted: "Can we see it if it's burned?"
Feng Yuheng shook his head, "You can't see it either. And I tell you, with so many people cremated together, even if there are ashes, you can't tell whose are whose!"
"Then why are you still burning him?" The woman holding the child became emotional: "I can't let you burn my child. I'm holding him. Wherever I am, he is there!"
Feng Yuheng's face turned cold, and he said loudly: "Okay! But it's not that he will be wherever you are, but wherever he is, you will be there!"
For a moment, not everyone understood what she meant, but there were some who were smart enough to think for a moment before saying, "You mean to say that if we want to save the bodies of our loved ones, we have to stay in this pit?"
Xuan Tianming tightened his grip on her hand and was about to yell at her, but was stopped by Feng Yuheng. She then strode forward and said coldly, "That's right! The dead are gone, and they are no longer on the same path as the living. Since someone doesn't want to be separated from their loved ones, then stay. It's absolutely impossible to bring the body back to the tent!" She had been tired recently and her throat was a little hoarse, but the sound of her roar was enough to terrify people.
The sound coming out of the military loudspeaker was unimaginable to the ancients. It was as if the sound came from the sky, without roots or sources, but could spread in all directions. Such a strange phenomenon had a certain deterrent effect, not to mention that the person speaking was Feng Yuheng, and everyone knew that she was a miracle doctor. When they heard her say this, the smart people immediately asked, "Why can't we bring the body back to the tent?"
Feng Yuheng straightened her mind and finally got to the point. She asked people, "Have you ever thought about why we set up a rain tent and sent you porridge and rice, but still asked you to take medicine and get injections? Have you ever thought about why we carried the bodies so far away? Why did we insist on burning them? I tell you, floods are not terrible, and bodies do not have to be cremated, but if the bodies are left lying around, after the rainstorm, they will be exposed to the sun. By then, the bodies will rot and the epidemic will spread. The Ninth Prince and I risked our lives to go out of the city to save you. We worked so hard and exhausted manpower, material resources and financial resources, but in the end, you were killed because of your own will. If we have to save these bodies, and then they get infected with the plague and die one by one in front of us, wouldn’t all our hard work and efforts be in vain? I said that we can’t bury them deep now. The bodies buried in the mud will still be washed out by the flood. The bodies that are buried and washed out will rot faster, and the consequences will be more terrible than leaving them alone. This county lady would like to ask you, compared to cremation, are you willing to watch the bodies of your relatives rot in front of you bit by bit? Or are you willing to be infected with the plague by the rotting bodies and follow in their footsteps? You disregard the dignity of the dead, have you ever thought about their feelings?"
Feng Yuheng's voice became louder and louder, and more and more fierce. When he finally stopped talking, he heard Xuan Tianming's voice, which used his inner strength, saying: "The dead all hope that the living can live well. This truth, I don't believe you don't understand!"
The words of the two of them gradually calmed down the refugees who were originally in a mess. Even the woman holding the child stopped crying. People were thinking about Feng Yuheng's words and the truth of those words.
A middle-aged man who was somewhat knowledgeable in medicine stepped forward from the crowd, bowed deeply to Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng, then turned around and said to the refugees, "You all know me. Some of you are my fellow villagers, and some I met on the way to escape. You all know that I am a doctor. Although I only practice medicine in the mountain village, I have treated you many times. I heard everything that County Master Ji'an said just now. She was right. What is scary is not the flood, but the epidemic that may break out at any time after the flood."
Not everyone could hear his words clearly, but the people in front would pass them on to the people behind them. Gradually, people knew that the doctor on their side also agreed with what Princess Ji'an said, and their previous determination to defend the bodies of their loved ones to the death began to waver.
Feng Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief, walked a few steps forward, passed through the refugees, and came to the deep pit, where she stood facing the woman holding the child. She said loudly, "Only if you survive can the child's life continue. Every year during the Zhongyuan Festival, someone can light a water lantern for him, and someone can burn some paper money for him during the New Year. If you die with him, who will do these things? How can he rest in peace down there?"
Finally, the woman burst into tears like thunder, but her hands loosened the child little by little. Feng Yuheng quickly ordered Wangchuan Huangquan: "Go down and bring the person up!"
The two girls understood what was going on and rushed to the pit to pull the woman out. At the same time, several soldiers also rushed down and dragged and carried the other people who were also in a state of panic to the upper level.
People stopped resisting, and the human wall dispersed automatically. The 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, "Add kerosene."
Under the heavy rain, it was impossible to ignite without kerosene. The soldiers poured barrels of kerosene into the corpse pit and threw torches in. Suddenly, the flames shot up into the sky. The people who saw the fire started crying again, but no one rushed forward.
Xuan Tianming took two steps forward, lifted his robe, and knelt on one knee on the muddy ground.
His action made all the refugees stunned. Before they could react, Feng Yuheng also knelt down beside him, followed by Feng Yuheng's two maids, 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 off!"
People suddenly realized that it was the Ninth Prince and Princess Ji'an who were leading the entire army to bury the dead. They were completely shocked and didn't even bother to kneel. They stared at the scene in a daze, totally unable to believe it.
Is this the legendary Ninth Prince who kills without blinking an eye, acts arbitrarily and is completely unreasonable? Some people call him the Ninth King of Hell, but who would have thought that such a person could put aside his status as a prince and bring his future princess to kneel down and bury ordinary people?
People's noses were all sore, not because of the pain of their loved ones being transformed into Sanskrit, but because of the touching and sad feeling caused by the kneeling of the Ninth Prince and Princess Ji'an.
They also knelt down, but not facing the fire, but facing Xuantian Mingfeng Yuheng. The refugees did not say anything of great righteousness, but only cast their most pious eyes over, and the words that came out of their mouths were the most direct and simple words - "Ninth Prince, Princess Ji'an, live a thousand years, live a thousand years, live a thousand thousand years!"
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