The princess returns strongly, and the divorced regent is busy chasing his wife

Feng Xing and Wushang were outside the carriage, watching it sway back and forth. They smiled at each other and continued to follow the carriage.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped. Wushang went forward to ask what happened. The driver pointed to the road ahead and said, "There are several people who are sick and blocked the way."

Fengxing and Wushang looked at each other and decided to go down and check.

They found that these people were pale, breathing rapidly, and looked very ill.

"What's wrong, Fengxing?" Nangong Mingxuan asked in the carriage.

"My lord, a commoner fell ill in front of our carriage," Feng Xing came to the front of the carriage and reported.

Ouyang Miaoling was resting with her eyes closed when she suddenly heard Feng Xing's report. She quickly stood up, opened the curtain of the carriage, and swiftly got out of the carriage.

"Where is the patient? Take me over to see him!" Her anxious voice revealed her concern and anxiety for the patient.

"Okay...Princess, the person is here." Feng Xing said as he led Ouyang Miaoling to the front of the carriage.

There were about four or five people lying on the ground, their faces as pale as paper, their eyes closed, their lips trembling slightly, and they kept making weak and painful groans.

From their distorted faces, it can be seen that these people are suffering great pain.

Ouyang Miaoling walked forward without hesitation, squatted down, and stretched out her hand to check their condition.

However, just as her fingers were about to touch the pale skin, Nangong Mingxuan's voice came from behind her: "Wait a minute! We haven't figured out what disease this is, why are you so reckless to touch their bodies?"

Ouyang Miaoling stopped and turned to look at Nangong Mingxuan.

His eyes were full of worry and caution, as if reminding her not to act rashly.

Ouyang Miaoling took a deep breath and nodded to show her understanding.

After Feng Xing got the hint, he took action immediately.

He held the sword in his hand and carefully used the tip of the sword to lift up the outer robe of one of the men.

When everyone looked closely, they couldn't help but gasp - the man's body was covered with boils, some of which had burst and oozing disgusting pus and blood;

Some of the sores also emitted a disgusting stench that was creepy.

Feng Xing then lifted the outer robes of the other two people and found that they all had the same symptoms, with pus-filled sores all over their bodies.

Several people present frowned, feeling a strong discomfort in their hearts, and some even wanted to vomit.

"What's wrong with them?" Nangong Mingxuan frowned and asked Ouyang Miaoling in a low voice.

Ouyang Miaoling rolled her eyes at him and replied unhappily, "I haven't taken your pulse, how would I know!"

Nangong Mingxuan shook his head helplessly, took out an exquisite handkerchief from his arms, and gently placed it on the wrist of one of them.

Ouyang Miaoling immediately understood his intention, quickly squatted down, put her hand on the wrist covered by the brocade handkerchief, and began to treat the patient with full concentration.

After a while, Ouyang Miaoling slowly withdrew her fingers, her face became solemn, and she seemed to be thinking hard about something.

Suddenly, she took out a pill from her bosom and carefully put it into the patient's mouth.

Not long after, the man miraculously opened his eyes and looked at the stranger in front of him with confusion, but there was no fear in his heart.

"You saved me..." The man's voice was as weak as a mosquito. If you didn't listen carefully, you could hardly hear that he was speaking.

"It was our princess who saved you. Old man, can you tell us what exactly happened here?" Feng Xing quickly stepped forward and asked with concern.

"There is an epidemic here. Almost all the young and old in the village have died. You must be passing by from other places. I advise you to leave quickly. If you are infected, the consequences will be disastrous." The old man used all his strength to explain to Feng Xing.

"Old man, doesn't your local government care?" Feng Xing continued to ask.

"Of course they should care. Why not? Our officials only blockade our plague areas, allowing people to enter but not leave. They don't care about the lives of the people," the old man said here, beads of sweat the size of beans appearing on his forehead. It can be seen how hard it is for him to say these things.

The old man paused, took a breath, and continued: "We several people wanted to find a glimmer of hope, so we ran out at the risk of our lives. Who knew that we would get here and fall ill. We might die in a foreign land." After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes tightly. It was unknown whether he was tired or for some other reason, but the old man did not open his eyes to speak.

"Is he dead?" Wushang asked cautiously.

Ouyang Miaoling quickly put her fingers on the man's wrist to check, and withdrew her fingers after a moment.

"She's fine, she just fainted from exhaustion," Ouyang Miaoling reported the results of the examination.

At the same time, she concentrated on examining the characteristics of several other people.

She frowned, as if she had thought of something and then overturned it.

"Princess...have you found out anything?" Feng Xing asked as he came closer.

"According to my observation, the symptoms they suffer do not seem to be caused by plague, but rather by poisoning." Ouyang Miaoling presented the results of her own investigation.

"If it's not a plague, who would poison so many innocent villagers?" Nangong Mingxuan also had a serious expression and looked at Ouyang Miaoling with a questioning face.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not sure whether they are poisoned or have the plague. I need to draw some of their blood for testing to get accurate results." Ouyang Miaoling explained with a frown.

"Okay...how do we do the test?" Nangong Mingxuan questioned.

"You know, I'm going to do some tests at the border, the place where I rescued you last time." Ouyang Miaoling deliberately spoke vaguely, wanting him to understand the deeper meaning.

"What place is the princess talking about? Is it far from here?" Wushang was straightforward and impatient, and he actually asked such a brainless question.

Of course Nangong Mingxuan knew where Ouyang Miaoling was talking about.

So he said, "It won't work here. We need to find a place to stay. You can study it."

This was a disguised reminder to her that she couldn't stay here, otherwise her secret would be known by more people.

Ouyang Miaoling understood what he meant. She didn't want to expose her secret to others, especially Wushang and Feng Xingzai, and the guards who followed them to protect them.

"Then let's move forward and find a quiet house to stay overnight, and then start studying their illness," said Nangong Mingxuan.

"Okay." This time it was surprisingly strange that Ouyang Miaoling actually agreed and did not object.

"Why do you agree with my opinion and not object?" Nangong Mingxuan asked the question in his mind.

"Because what you said is right, why should I object?" Ouyang Miaoling said.

"Then...you don't..." Okay, stop talking about these useless things, Ouyang Miaoling interrupted him.

"Hurry up and order someone to move them into the carriage. We will find a place to stay as soon as possible and solve these problems."