The next day, early morning.

Baoxiang Temple.

"Feng'er, get up, after eating vegetarian food, we're back to the royal city."

Tang Yu's voice came into Chu Feng's ears from outside.

"You guys go first, I'll come later."

Chu Feng opened his eyes, put on his robe, put on his mask, and walked out the door.

When Chu Feng went to the place where Baoxiang Temple had vegetarian food, Chu Zhan, Tang Yu and Chu Linglong were already here. In addition to his familiar family, there were also senior officials and young monks in Baoxiang Temple.

"Brother, come and try this red date wolfberry rice porridge, it tastes very good."

Chu Linglong pointed to the red dates, wolfberry and rice porridge on the table, and signaled Chu Feng to sit next to her.

"Yeah, I'll try it."

Chu Feng sat next to Chu Linglong, and then Chu Linglong immediately served Chu Feng a bowl of rice porridge, with few red dates and more wolfberry.

“It tastes really good.”

Chu Feng tasted it and nodded in contemplation.

"Master, this time we came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything. These things are just for our incense money."

Chu Zhan signaled the butler outside to come in. After the butler came in, he immediately took out a large stack of silver notes, two bottles of elixirs, and some precious medicinal materials.

"Mr. Censor, you are so polite, this cannot be done."

"You can come to Baoxiang Temple to be glorious, why do we dare to ask for your things?"

The little monk waved his hands and refused, but his eyes were always staring at the silver notes, elixirs, and precious medicinal materials on the table.

It seems that monks have pure six senses, and it seems that this is not the case.

In fact, it is not their fault. There are many wealthy families who come to Baoxiang Temple to burn incense and make wishes, and there are also nobles in the court. These people occasionally tell about some luxurious lives, which invisibly made the monks of Baoxiang Temple also have a slight yearning for luxurious lives.

"Master, don't refuse. If we don't accept the incense money, our wish will appear insincere."

Chu Zhan signaled the little monk to accept it.

Although Chu Feng, who was standing beside him, didn't say anything, he didn't agree.

If you want to appear sincere, do you have to contribute all your wealth?

Of course, Chu Feng would not say this.

"My Censor, it's hard to refuse the kindness, so we Baoxiang Temple will accept it."

The little monk smiled and then took the silver notes, elixirs, and precious medicinal materials on the table.

After a while, Chu Zhan and his family finished their breakfast, got on the carriage and went back to the royal city.

On the road, the jade slip on Chu Zhan’s waist was slightly shiny.

"Master, do you have official duties?"

Tang Yu asked.

"I don't know, I'll take a look."

Chu Zhan opened the jade slip, and when he saw the contents of the jade slip, he frowned without a trace.

"There was news from the court that there were plagues in some counties in the south, and more than half of them died. The king would hold a meeting tomorrow to discuss countermeasures. The people in the palace asked me if I could rush back tomorrow."

"Master, count the time, we should be able to rush back to the royal city tonight, and tomorrow's church should be fine."

Tang Yu looked at the sky outside and then calculated.

"Um."

Chu Zhan nodded and replied to the people in the palace.

"Dad, the south of the Tang Dynasty royal city is a commercial area. If a large-scale plague occurs, it may have an impact on the national strength of the Tang Dynasty."

A hint of worry suddenly appeared on Chu Linglong's face.

Now that she is in love with Tang Chen, she will naturally think about Tang Chen.

"Yes, it is an important area bordering the Southern Song Dynasty and the Western Regions. There is a prosperous trade. One-third of the tax revenue of the Tang Dynasty was obtained from there. If something went wrong there, it would be a bit of a damaging problem for the Tang Dynasty."

Chu Zhan also showed a solemn look on his face.

If he was just the lord of Qingcheng City who was originally in peace, he would not have thought much, but now he is a censor who is a great minister, so he would naturally consider things from the perspective of the Tang Dynasty.

Next, everyone had nothing to say and continued to rush back to the royal city.

...

And at this time.

The Tang Dynasty, the southern county town, the upper city.

Shangcheng is a prosperous area of ​​trade in the Tang Dynasty. There should have been many hawking and trading vendors here, but now there are no vendors.

As for why?

It was entirely because of a sudden plague that happened a few days ago.

The plague came fiercely and took 10,000 lives in just two days, scaring many vendors from the Southern Song Dynasty and the Western Regions hurriedly left Shangcheng and returned to their original place. Therefore, there are no people on the streets of Shangcheng now, and even many people in Shangcheng stayed behind closed doors, fearing that they would get infected with the plague.

Uptown, the city lord's mansion.

In the past, there were endless guests in the City Lord's Mansion, but now the gate of the City Lord's Mansion is very deserted.

That's all, many of the city lords' servants have resigned and left the city lord's mansion.

The butler of the City Lord's Mansion and the City Lord were also very helpless. These servants were just working in the City Lord's Mansion and did not sign a contract to sell their bodies. They could only nod and agree to let them leave. If they were forced to stay here, they would probably be secretly recorded by those who covet the position of the City Lord and then reported to the court.

By then, although the city lord of Shangcheng would not be allowed to step down immediately, in the eyes of the court, the city lord would also be embarrassed by the great task.

The servants who stayed in the city lord's mansion also wore thick hats to prevent themselves from getting infected with the plague.

"My Lord City, the officials from Shangcheng have not come to the City Lord's Mansion for a meeting today."

In the front hall of the city lord's mansion, the butler whispered after seeing an old man with gray hair coming in.

This old man with gray hair is no one else, but the city lord of the city now named Tang Hong, who is a royal family. If he really counts it, he can be regarded as Tang Chen's distant relative, although Tang Chen may have never seen Tang Hong.

"In the face of the plague, it is normal for them to come to the City Lord's Mansion to have a meeting rashly."

"If you get plague along the way, your life will be gone."

Tang Hong was not angry that his subordinates did not come to the meeting and slowly sat in the main seat with the help of the butler.

The housekeeper also made a cup of ginseng tea for Tang Hong at the right time.

"Butler, how many more people died in the upper city today?"

Tang Hong asked hoarsely after drinking ginseng tea.

Since the plague in the upper city, Tang Hong has been ten years older and his voice is not as loud as before.

"According to incomplete statistics, another thousand people died."

The housekeeper replied in a low voice.

Because many people evacuated the upper city, compared with the plague just beginning, there were much fewer people who died, but Tang Hong was still frowning.

Although a thousand people cannot be said to be fragmented by a thousand families, many families have lost their relatives.

"Mr. Lord, you have reported the plague here to the court. Haven't the court said anything yet?"

"Don't you send someone to help?"

The housekeeper hesitated for a while and asked carefully.

"This won't be the case. The palace has already sent me a message. The king will hold a meeting tomorrow to discuss countermeasures."

"I believe that after tomorrow, the royal city will send people down."

Tang Hong said slowly after drinking the remaining ginseng tea.
Chapter completed!