"Sir Wu, patients need food to recover. Go and make some porridge and send it to the temple. I want to visit the victims there."
"Ah, look... look at those people..." Governor Wu was trembling with fear and quickly stopped his nephew Qiao.
"Sir, you can't go there. People die there every day."
"Sir, rice porridge won't cure them, so forget it."
[Although this governor is annoying, what he says is true.]
[Quickly calm his frantic heart and don't disturb us from saving people.]
Nephew Qiao stopped while holding Jing Qiaoqiao. "I came from Kyoto and brought a miraculous medicine. Also... do you see the child in my arms?"
Wu Pingyong looked at Jing Qiaoqiao seriously.
Nephew Qiao added, "This is the pretty little fairy from Kyoto, and also my aunt. Now that she's here, don't worry."
"Pretty little fairy?"
Looking at Wu Pingyong's expression, you can tell that he has heard of Qiaoqiao's reputation.
He rolled up his sleeves and happily agreed, "In that case, I'll go make porridge right away."
"Aunt, see, you are the best excuse." Nephew Qiao's face was full of pride, and then he carried Jing Qiaoqiao to the temple.
The temple gate has not been opened for some time.
When someone came to see it, the abbot was a little suspicious.
"I think the people sent from Kyoto have arrived."
The abbot happily ordered, "Quick, open the door and let the person in."
Nephew Qiao held him in his arms and strode in.
The abbot welcomed the person in and explained his plan.
The bodies of those who had died of illness were burned, while those who were still alive relied on herbal medicine to stay alive.
But everyone's condition is not good and they are getting weaker day by day.
Nephew Qiao walked to a well and asked hesitantly, "Abbot, is this the drinking water?"
"Exactly."
Nephew Qiao took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and poured the water from the source into the well water.
[Luckily it was my nephew Qiao. If it was my niece Zhu Zhu, she would probably feed the spiritual spring directly to others and then cry in front of Mu Qingran that it was not enough.]
[However, if Zhuzhu's niece cries, Mu Qingran will definitely give it to her. After all, the way these two look at each other is not innocent.]
Nephew Qiao blushed again: It turned out that his aunt also felt that something was not right with sisters Zhuer and Qingran.
"Abbot, hurry up and let everyone drink the water from the well."
"My Lord, what you just dropped into the well water was..."
Nephew Qiao cleared his throat and looked at Jing Qiaoqiao's face in his arms: "That's the magic medicine my aunt sent me."
Qiaoqiao: When the gods were still babies, I was whatever they said.
[Ah, this is really exaggerated.]
[This kind of flattery is too scary.]
But the abbot believed it without hesitation.
But after everyone drank the well water that had a drop of spiritual spring water in it, they vomited crazily...
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