The princess is going to run away

Chapter 225 The Plague
When Feng Chudie was so busy dealing with the mess that she was dizzy, bad news came from all over the country one after another. Due to the hot weather after the continuous heavy rain, plagues appeared in many places, which made her vitally injured for a while and has not recovered. Nanzhao fell into extreme chaos.

In ancient times, the plague was a catastrophe that would destroy cities at every turn, and because of the backwardness of medical treatment and the lack of general public knowledge, as long as the plague appeared, the speed of its spread would be devastating.

If it weren't for Nanzhao's vast land and sparse population, the death would be unimaginable, but even so, the damage caused by the plague has reached a shocking level.

Nanzhao marked it with Gu poison. It stands to reason that most people should have some common sense of medicine, but in the face of this menacing plague, everyone is helpless.

Even the capital city far away from the epidemic area has fallen into panic, and even in some places closer to the epidemic area, the people have fled their hometowns one after another, and all of them gathered in the direction of the capital city.

Not to mention whether those who fled had the virus, even if they didn't, once a large number of refugees flooded into the capital, it would be immeasurable what kind of panic it would cause.

The problem Feng Chudie is facing now is no food, no money, no one.

Few people are willing to go to places where plagues are rampant, even if they are supposed to be witch doctors who cure diseases and save people. All witch doctors in the imperial city are either voluntarily or forced to be sent to places where plagues are rampant. Treatment, but that is just a drop in the bucket, and the move of recruiting witch doctors among the people has almost no effect.

Feng Chudie was already in a state of desperation, and every day she received news of a plague in a certain place and how many people had died. She only had a deep sense of powerlessness.

Even in modern times with relatively advanced medical care, how many people died of SARS?How heavy a loss did it cause?Let alone in this time and space.

"The spread of the plague must be controlled by all means, and preparations must be made for the resettlement of those refugees who have left their homes. Otherwise, once a large group of people rush out of the capital, the consequences will be unimaginable!" Feng Chudie stayed up all night. The inside was covered with blood, "But now we have no one. What caused the plague has not been found out, and no medicines that can be used have been researched. More and more refugees are flocking to the capital, and the violence is increasing. People in the capital have already started to panic, natural disasters are followed by plagues, God is so kind to me, ha..."

Regarding natural disasters, no matter how capable people are, sometimes they can only stare blankly. Although they watched Feng Chudie's hair turn gray because of these worries, Wei Feng was helpless, and could only comfort him dryly, "Everyone is thinking about it." There are also witch doctors among the people who have voluntarily gone to the plagued area for treatment, don't worry, they will pass."

"The death toll is increasing day by day, and a large number of people are fleeing to the capital. How can I not be in a hurry?" There are even vague rumors in the capital that all these disasters are God's punishment for Nanzhao. The incumbent is not wise...

I don't know how this damn rumor spread. When she ascended the throne, didn't some people say that she was a messenger from the heavens to save the earth because of the clear weather?

These weeds that follow the wind to cross the river and demolish the bridge will really drive the living to death!
"The most important thing is that our treasury has no money, no money! The treasury of such a huge country can't even raise 1 taels of silver. What has Murong Qingrou been doing for so many years?" Feng Chudie thumped the table next to her, and the teacup on it crackled wildly.

The state treasury is so poor, it's really unprecedented, it was completely defeated by that woman Murong Qingrou, and although Yingyue had a good income because of privately fiddled with a lot of industries, the secret deployment of the Wei family these years has cost a lot of manpower and material resources The price is not small, and there is no accumulation at all, so that now I want to spend some money for emergency, but I can't make up much.

What's more, most of those industries are in Nanzhao. Nanzhao was affected by the disaster, and now the economy is extremely depressed. Those shops are no longer profitable, and it's good if they don't close down.

The top priority now is to have money. Only with money can we have manpower and material resources to fight against the plague. Only with money can we buy food from other countries to relieve victims of disasters. Only with money can we find a way to accommodate homeless refugees who have fallen into riots...

Money is not a problem, the problem is no money!

"Lord Wei, the virtuous king of Daqing, the war king of the northern border and the crown prince of Dongling, please see Your Majesty the Empress!"

A servant rushed in to report, Feng Chudie frowned, why did they come together?
Wei Feng glanced at Feng Chudie, who nodded slightly, and said, "The subordinates go down to meet them."

Feng Chudie's eyes consciously avoided Situ Zhuoran's figure, she was already very confused and irritable, and she didn't want to add trouble to herself, so she raised a dignified expression, Feng Chudie exchanged a few words and then had nothing to say.

It was Luo Lang, Crown Prince of Dongling, who opened up the topic, "I heard that there is a plague in your country today, is the epidemic still serious?"

Are they here for this matter?Feng Chudie glanced at Situ Zhuoran calmly, and sure enough, his gaze didn't even glance at herself, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"That's true, but the three of you are trapped here. I'm afraid it will be troublesome for the three of you to return to China in a short time. I'm really sorry."

"Does the Queen have a solution?"

"There is no need to speak so politely. According to this king, the plague in Nanzhao is difficult to control. A large number of mobs have been born in various places and are gradually rushing to the capital. I am afraid that Empress Ning is helpless?"

Tu Zhan, the king of war in Northern Xinjiang, poked at people's scars as soon as he opened his mouth, and gave Feng Chudie a sideways look with an expression of looking at trash, which made Feng Chudie angry.

But what he said is also true, isn't she helpless?
"Why is this so necessary for Prince Zhan? Empress Ning encountered a plague that has not happened in a hundred years just as she ascended the throne, and she is still trying her best to save her. Such a woman is worthy of our admiration. We must know that Jiaohua needs to be pitied. Prince Zhan's words are too much. You're being mean!" The unique "compassion for fragrance and jade" of Dongling people made Feng Chudie flamboyantly shudder, and Luo Lang's eyes made her feel very uncomfortable. He is obviously an elegant and gentle person, so there is no need to have a look in his eyes. Is it a lustful breath?

"This is a matter of my Nanzhao Kingdom, so I don't need to bother you!" Seeing that the King of Zhan was aroused by Luo Lang's "provocation" with a trace of anger and hostility, Feng Chudie hurriedly spoke.Please, she is already having a headache, don't come and make trouble for her, if you want to quarrel or fight, please don't deliberately choose the battlefield in front of her.

Damn, is this trying to add insult to injury or what?

(End of this chapter)