Chapter 92 Come on, take advantage of it!

"Floods can still be controlled, but the most serious are still water robbery and plague," the governor of Zhuozhou said helplessly. He had been governing Zhuozhou for more than three years and knew how to deal with floods, but he could do nothing else.

His ability is indeed questionable, and the people sent by the court are nothing but dead bodies.

So what if he is the crown prince? He cannot save Zhuozhou.

Shen Zhi's jade-like face turned red when he was drunk, his eyes were blurred, and when he looked at people, his passion was floating and seductive. Even the prefect couldn't help but sigh at the prince's good looks.

But what good is that? When faced with a plague, you are still just a sick body withered bones.

Shen Zhi did not give the prefect the words he longed to hear, and the prefect was inevitably disappointed again. It was feared that Zhuozhou would not be in good shape.

"Your Highness, please return home and rest," the prefect bowed in greeting.

Shen Zhi was helped up by Zhong Wenyan and staggered away.

Zhong Wenyan held Shen Zhi's arm tightly. Shen Zhi waved his hand to brush away the people beside him, "Master Zhong, go back."

Shen Zhi and Zhong Wenyan are not the same kind of people, so there is no need for him to tell Zhong Wenyan what he is going to do, even though they are now in a cooperative relationship.

Zhong Wenyan clasped his empty hands. The residual warmth from before seemed to still remain, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Your Highness, that woman is strange, please be cautious," Zhong Wenyan frowned and looked anxious.

Shen Zhi took a few steps back, folded his arms and glanced sideways at Zhong Wenyan. The cold moonlight cast a chilly halo on him. The soft red lips on that noble and arrogant face seemed to be the only touch of brightness.

Shen Zhi raised the corners of his lips, his eyes sparkling, seemingly affectionate but actually heartless.

"Lord Zhong, you have overstepped your bounds," Shen Zhi said with a smile but his expression was very cold.

He doesn't need anyone to teach him how to do things, and Zhong Wenyan is just someone he can work with, nothing more.

Zhong Wenyan pursed his lips and pleaded guilty in a deep voice: "I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

Shen Zhi was drunk and walked past Zhong Wenyan lightly, leaving behind only the excessive humidity of Zhuozhou and a cool fragrance.

Zhong Wenyan looked up and saw Shen Zhi's thin figure disappearing in the moonlight. The immortal floated away, leaving behind only his deep eyes.

The bright white moon was hiding behind the dark clouds, like an amorous girl who was shy when she saw her lover.

The moonlight passed through the dark clouds and sprinkled on the earth, sparkling in the places where the floods had occurred, bringing endless fear. The powerful and wealthy were there to add to the atmosphere and entertain themselves by singing and playing with the wind and the moon.

"Girl, dance for another song?" Although Shen Zhi asked in a negotiating manner, his firm tone told the dancer who climbed onto the bed tonight to dance again and again without stopping for a moment.

Until she fell heavily to the ground.

Shen Zhi leaned on the couch, and tilted his head when he heard the sound. His eyebrows and eyes were filled with worry, as if he was the one who fell down, which made people feel particularly sorry for him. "Miss, you are tired, why don't you take a rest? What if you are injured?"

The dancer was sweating profusely, with a stiff face, trying hard not to look so grim, and cursed the Dog Coin Prince out loud.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I am not tired." The dancer danced until her hands and feet were weak. Who can watch dancing until late at night? You are a rubbish prince, and you are doomed to die early.

Shen Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Hmm," "I don't think I have asked the lady's name yet?"

The dancer got up from the ground, lowered her head and said softly, "My dear, it's sunny."

Shen Zhi subconsciously glanced out the window. There were thunder and lightning in Zhuozhou. He was afraid that it was going to rain again. The name "Sunny" was inappropriate.

"What a nice name," Shen Zhi praised inexplicably.

Qinglang explained softly, "I grew up in Zhuozhou. My parents also experienced a flood and were separated from their loved ones forever. Giving me this name was also my parents' earnest hope."

Shen Zhi closed his eyes and looked more serious. He rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. The strong alcohol corroded his brain. He suddenly felt a headache and his eyes were not clear.

Looking forward to it? The people only wanted stability, but the court could not give it to them. Shen Zhi thought it was a little ridiculous.

"Get out!" Shen Zhi got angry for no reason and smashed the vase on the bedside. The broken pieces of porcelain exploded on the ground and flew everywhere.

Sunny and busy leaving.

Shen Zhi's headache became even worse. Countless people were testing him, causing him great pain.

My nerves were tense, pulling on my fragile brain, and my vision went dark.

A pair of broad, warm hands pressed on Shen Zhi's forehead, massaging it neither lightly nor heavily. Shen Zhi's frown slowly relaxed, and his breathing also became steady.

It was a moonlit night, and the shadow at the head of the bed was so faint that I couldn't see the face clearly.

Shen Zhihun relaxed his body. He was tired after running around for a long time. He smelled a bloody smell at the tip of his nose, but he calmed down. It was very familiar, so familiar that Shen Zhiwen had smelled it thousands of times.

When doing more intimate things, this smell permeated Shen Zhi's breath and his body.

"Who?" Shen Zhi opened his mouth, not intending to delve into the matter further, as if asking casually.

It was a female voice, and it sounded unclear at night, as if it was mixed with the roughness of the storm outside.

"Bed warmer."

Shen Zhi closed his eyes and couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this. It was an interesting statement.

Shen Zhi couldn't resist the deep sleepiness and fell into a dream.

The next day, after Shen Zhi sobered up, the person he saw was still the dancer, the one called Qinglang.

Her neck was wrapped in gauze. I didn't see her clearly last night, but when I looked at her today, I found that this sunny girl looked lively and lovely.

"I will help Your Highness to wash and dress," Qinglang half-knelt, lowered his head and looked submissive.

Shen Zhi picked up a handkerchief and wiped his face. His eyelashes were wet and his pupils looked even darker and brighter. "Was it you last night?"

Qinglang remained calm and said nervously, "But the bloody smell on my body is too strong. Did it disturb Your Highness? It's really my fault."

Shen Zhi carefully observed Qinglang's expression, and spoke after a while, "No, it's just that I feel your hands are too rough, and they hurt my skin."

Qinglang's ears instantly turned red, and he stammered to explain, "My family is not well off, and I often do farm work, so my hands are a bit rough."

Shen Zhi didn't say anything else, as if he accepted Qinglang's words.

Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Zhi packed up and walked out the door.

Zhong Wenyan came forward and saluted, "Your Highness, are you going to the east of the city today?"

Qinglang, who followed, frowned and refused, "Your Highness, those victims of the plague are all gathered there. I'm afraid you won't be able to come back if you go there."

Qinglang looked very conspicuous when she spoke, just like a beautiful concubine who was unwilling to endure hardship and was spoiled because of her pampering.

Zhong Wenyan's eyes were as dark as ink as he advised, "Your Highness, only if we understand the people can we provide them with better treatment."

"That must be tiring. How can your highness, who is of such noble status, go to such a place?" Qinglang retorted to Zhong Wenyan. Every time Zhong Wenyan said something, Qinglang would retort.

It was Shen Zhi who interrupted them.

"Since Lord Zhong said so," Shen Zhi paused.

Qinglang tried to dissuade him anxiously, "Your Highness must not go..."

Shen Zhi looked from Qinglang's face, who was pretending to be worried, and changed his tone, "I will listen to Miss Qinglang and go to the south of the city. If I really get the plague, what will the Cang Kingdom do if there is no one to succeed it?"

Qinglang's words got stuck in his throat and he tried hard to smile with a stiff face.

This damn prince is so greedy and afraid of death that he refuses to go just because I give him a few words of advice. He is really something.

Shen Zhi walked away, and then turned to Zhong Wenyan and said, "From now on, Miss Qinglang will be my concubine and will always be by my side. I don't want to see the quarrel we had today happen to Master Zhong."

Zhong Wenyan tightened his jawline and said in a deep voice, "I will take note of this."

Qinglang, who was taken as a concubine in a daze, left Shen Zhi in a daze, but then she changed her mind.

Fortunately, the prince did not go to the east of the city, otherwise he would have been skinned as well.

Even though going to the south of the city won't end well.

Shen Zhi didn't bring many people with him, only a few guards, as he was afraid that someone would recognize him as he was traveling in plain clothes.

I never thought that the pirates that the prefect talked about last night would happen today.

They originally lived on water, and taking advantage of floods to rob people in distress became an important source of livelihood for them.

In the end, it's all about fighting, and fighting on water is the same as fighting on land.

Shen Zhi brought a sword, and Zhong Wenyan's boxing and kicking skills were not good enough, so Shen Zhi had to fight off the enemy while protecting Zhong Wenyan.

Qinglang was smart. He hid somewhere early during the melee.

Shen Zhiyi's movements were graceful, and the sword in his hand flashed with cold light. Soon, sticky blood flowed down the sword.

The white robe was also covered with scars.

"Run out," Shen Zhi covered Zhong Wenyan's evacuation. He thought that if Zhong Wenyan held on, he would not be able to hold on for long, so it was better to let Zhong Wenyan run first.

Zhong Wenyan obviously knew his own limitations. If he hesitated any longer, he would not be able to save a single person.

Zhong Wenyan took advantage of Shen Zhi's fight and found an opportunity to escape from the scene.

Shen Zhi gradually became exhausted, his vision went dark, his hands and feet felt weak, and he accidentally stepped on some gravel on the ground. His body became unstable and he staggered and fell.

Shen Zhi's waist was held tightly by someone, who carried him away.

The man's martial arts skills were much stronger than Shen Zhigao's. After defeating a few more people, he rode away without any desire to fight.

Shen Zhi was staggering on the horse's back. The man was masked so he couldn't see his face clearly. Shen Zhi felt dizzy and fell limply onto the chest of the man behind him.

The man was tense, so he sped up the process and took Shen Zhi to the prefectural government.

Shen Zhi's condition was not optimistic. The knife wound caused his body to become hot and he suddenly passed out.

It is difficult to determine whether Shen Zhi was also infected with the plague.

When Shen Zhi opened his heavy eyelids, he saw Chu Cunjian.

"Your Highness, I never thought I would see you again," Chu Cunjian pulled out the needle from Shen Zhi's arm.

The prince was in a coma, and the prefect was shocked and hurried to ask for a doctor. Chu Cunjian happened to be in Zhuozhou, so the task of treating the prince was handed over to Chu Cunjian.

Shen Zhi coughed twice, his pale face turned red and he looked a little weak.

Chu Cunjian knew that Shen Zhi didn't want to hear it, but he still wanted to say, "Your Highness, your coma this time is not only due to the knife wound, but also because of the inside of your body..."

"It has nothing to do with you." Shen Zhi was sick and had no energy to hide it.

There was no need for Shen Zhi to hide anything from Chu Cunjian, as no one knew his body better than Chu Cunjian.

Shen Zhi said indifferently: "Doctor Chu, just remember to shut up."

Chu Cunjian swallowed the rest of his words, and the two of them were silent for a long time.

There is nothing more embarrassing than being a spy and being exposed by the master, and then meeting the master again.

"How about the plague?" Chu Cunjian came here to treat the plague. Shen Zhi didn't waste his words on him, and there was no need for him to beat around the bush.

Even though Chu Cunjian was loyal to Shen Zhaoheng, as a doctor, Chu Cunjian would not deceive him about such a matter.

Chu Cunjian shook his head with a heavy face. This plague was more severe than the previous ones. Once infected, the face would swell and die within a few days, and there was no way to find out the cause.

Not to mention treatment.

Shen Zhi's eyes trembled slightly.

But Chu Cunjian brought more news, "Your Highness, the Fifth Prince is leading the disaster relief money and food, and will arrive soon."