Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

The running man suddenly stopped and was pierced through the chest by the dagger flying towards him. He even flew back several meters before falling on his back on the ground.

Then three figures came running over. One of them squatted down and glanced at the person who was still twitching on the ground. The short knife in his chest pierced through his chest and stuck into the ground.

In just a few breaths, the person who fell to the ground died with his eyes rolled back.

"Sir." The two standing men bowed and clasped their fists, their voices tense.

Mu Lanxun narrowed his eyes and looked at the three people, his eyes blazing with cold anger. Three people! How could they let such people get out and talk nonsense!

"I have failed in my duty." The three of them gritted their teeth and bowed. That damn man!

"Sir... when should we..." Before Mu Lanxun could deal with these three people, a timid voice came from behind him.

"If you want to stay alive, stay home! There are diseases everywhere! If you get infected, you'll lose half your life!"

He placed his left arm behind his back and his right arm hung naturally in front of him. His eyes were as sharp as a sword as he looked around at some of the hiding people.

"The prefect has already collected enough medicinal herbs. As long as everyone obeys his orders, Lord Lu will not abandon anyone! But if anyone dares to spread rumors, they will be treated like this!"

The long sword swung with a "swish" sound, and the tip of the sword swept across the ground, leaving a deep sword mark. Next to the sword mark was lying the man who had risked his life.

The air stagnated for a moment, and then fell into deathly silence.

"Take him away, seal the place off, and leave someone to guard it tonight." After saying this, Mu Lanxun only showed his back to everyone.

The officers and soldiers took out a piece of white cloth, simply wrapped up the person on the ground, ordered people to carry him away, and then walked towards the house with a gloomy face.

Bianlu City has been strictly prohibited from entering or leaving for a whole month. Only a steady stream of carriages and supplies line up to enter the city from time to time. Almost everyone in the nearby cities has heard the news, and everyone is keeping silent.

Lu Yanlin had dark circles under his eyes and a sallow face, looking like he was about to die.

Feng Xili looked at him helplessly, "Master Lu, you have worked hard. Now everyone has been checked twice. We just need to wait for the last wave of people to recover before we can restore the city's economy."

Lu Yanlin was stunned for a moment. After a long while, a flash of color suddenly appeared in his originally gloomy eyes, and his lips trembled with excitement.

"Finally, it's finally over?" Feng Xili looked at the moisture in his eyes, feeling mixed emotions.

In the past few months, Bianlu City has really been damaged, but fortunately, most of the people in the city are still honest and simple. Even if they don’t know anything, they are still willing to cooperate and follow orders.

From this we can see that Emperor Qi Zhao was a wise ruler and was quite strict in governing his subjects. Some snakes, insects, rats and ants were inevitable, but he just had to be willing to deal with them.

"Well, Master Lu, go down and rest!"

She finally smiled. The people below were able to take turns and were familiar with this series of arrangements. If they finished the rest properly, there shouldn't be any major problems.

When I opened the door, I saw a familiar figure holding his forehead and breathing slowly.

Feng Xili's heart softened, and she slowed down her steps again. After closing the door, she sat opposite Mu Lanxun, holding her chin with both hands and looking closely at his eyebrows.

Although the two of them still lived under the same roof during this month, they met very few times. He ran back and forth between Xingjin and here, and even went for a walk in the city when he had something to do.

All the things he did for the people of Bianlu City were put on his head. All the supplies were raised by Princess Liyou, and all the arrangements were presided over by Princess Liyou...

Emperor Qi Zhao is taking a roundabout approach. He has pushed Feng Xili's popularity to the extreme and deliberately widened the gap in status between her and Mu Lanxun. What he wants to do is already obvious.

Both of them knew it, but never mentioned it.

She used her fingers to trace his eyebrows and eyes in the air, and her slightly moving fingertips were filled with a hint of tenderness and inexplicable nostalgia.

She came to her senses when she felt warmth at her fingertips. She didn't know when her palm had touched his cheek. Her face turned red, and when she was about to withdraw her fingers, they were held by a warm and dry palm.

"Xier, you can touch me however you want. I can continue sleeping anytime..." There was a smile on someone's lips, his eyes were still closed, and he looked relaxed and comfortable.

Feng Xili raised her eyebrows and glanced at him slightly sideways. She saw that he still had his eyes closed, as if he was really waiting for her to touch him.

Suddenly, a soft finger appeared on his forehead. The warm fingertips brushed along his eyebrows, across his still slightly closed eyes, and then along his straight nose bridge to his slightly chapped lips.

Mu Lanxun's eyelids twitched suddenly. She wanted to open them but couldn't bear the soft touch, so she had to keep her eyes closed unbearably.

Feng Xili suddenly became bolder, rubbing his lips with her thumbs. The cracked lips felt a little rough and scratchy...

The person in his eyes gradually became blurred. Feng Xili finally closed his eyes, stood up and hugged the person in his arms.

The warmth that hit her face made Mu Lanxun open her eyes quickly, but all she saw was a hazy veil.

Something dripped onto his hair, and he froze, about to push the person away.

"Don't move! Don't move...Axun, don't move..." A muffled voice came from above.

Mu Lanxun smiled helplessly. Xier was just acting like a spoiled brat! Was she feeling sorry for herself?

Something was flowing down his temples, and he wiped it away helplessly, "Why are you still crying..."

Ok?

“Xier!!!”