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The people of the empire who fled to Xinling vented their anger and fear for days.

Thousands of people gathered together, opened their mouths, countless accusations and insults, countless resentful eyes were like arrows in front of the two armies, and they shared the same hatred for the enemy.

All the spearheads were pointed at one person.

Thousands of people point out and tens of people curse.

The huge refugee wave gathered for the first time, pressing against the girl in a purple dress and bleak face.

Xueer's smooth and pink face was a little pale, and her agile eyes that were not dirty with the fireworks of the world were filled with indescribable sadness. She pursed her little mouth tightly, swallowed alone after suffering all her grievances.

, as if he was about to bite the soft lip and bleed.

Step by step, he kept retreating under the pressure of this refugee wave.

Behind her was the younger brother.

Tears flashed in autumn eyes, looking at her people. She shook her head and wanted to explain something, but found that these rational people who were blinded by anger and fear could not listen to anything.

"What doctor are you? You still don't recognize him after the doctor died! He also said that he was cut off his energy, who should he be fooled?"

"I clearly saw you cut the third brother's wrist with a knife, and cleverly said it was bloodletting, but what happened? The blood was dry, and I didn't see you have any treatment!"

“That’s it…”

"The plague has been outbreak for a few days now, and more and more people have been infected. Look at me... Look at my back of my hands and arms. After so long, I haven't cured a person, but I have cured someone to death.

Many people have infected the plague, you little girl is safe and sound. I think this girl is not a doctor at all, but a witch!"

"Yes, it's a witch!"

"The witch, the witch..."

"Driving away the witch! She stays here and will only kill more people..."

The crowd was excited.

At least one-third of the people who were plagued by the disease were almost crazy. The bags, dry cakes, water bags, etc. in their hands were thrown at Xueer.

After throwing the things in their hands, they picked up the gravels on the ground and threw them wildly.

Fearing to hurt the two children behind him, Xueer firmly protected the pair of sisters and brothers behind him. They retreated to the gate of the county town, and the rocks that flew over and hit Xueer's forehead.

Bright red blood flowed down her white forehead and her pity for cheeks.

Purple dress.

Fair skin.

Pale pretty face.

Rich red blood.

Xue'er turned around and protected her two children in her arms, and let the wind and rain be blown behind her under the city gate.

Seeing that Xue'er no longer retreated, she just knelt there with two innocent and implicated children, and the irrational refugees rushed over.

The dozen men who rushed to the front picked up wooden sticks from somewhere. Everyone surrounded the girl who could not bear to hurt their people. More than ten wooden sticks were raised above their heads, and they were about to stick the innocent three people in a mess.

Beheaded to death under this broken city gate.

The crisp sound of iron hooves treading on the ground outside the half-covered city gate came.

A dark shadow enveloped through the narrow crack in the door.

The broken city gate opened with a loud bang.

The shocked people saw a young general wearing a tall horse wearing silver-white armor gathering his reins under the city gate.

Behind the young general was the iron cavalry rolling in smoke and dust.

The refugees, who had been scared by the war and the soldiers, saw the unknown army coming into the city, and did not care about Xueer, the witch, and fled in panic and fled.

More than a hundred light cavalry flew out of the rolling smoke and dust, and they lined up quickly and in an orderly manner, like a straight vertical line, penetrated straight into Xinling.

"Don't kill them." Xue'er shouted in panic.

The general in the silver robe holding a red feather silver spear dismounted.

The man walked up to Xueer, looked at the two frightened children in Xueer's arms, and then looked at the blood on Xueer's forehead.

The general handed out a clean handkerchief: "Miss, don't worry, girl, I am not a random killer!"

Xueer, whose eyes were wet, was slightly stunned.

After those autumn eyes looked at the general with silver armor and silver spear for a long time, she relaxed her guard a little, stretched out her fair and slender hand to take the veil, and gently wiped the blood marks on her cheeks.

The young general smiled slightly: "I haven't asked the girl for her name yet."

"Call me Xueer."

"Xue'er..." The general with silver armor and silver spear clasped his fists and said, "He is born in Weiyang, from Nanzhanzhou!"

Xueer, who had been kneeling on the cold ground for a long time, got up.

A severe pain came from her forehead that made her look dazed and she almost fainted.

Seeing this, the young general who claimed to be Weiyangsheng hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Miss, are you okay?"

In desperation, he held Xue'er's jade arm.

A soft and smooth coldness came from the palm of the meticulous Wei Yangsheng's palm.

He looked down and frowned slightly: "Miss, you have the plague?"

Xueer quickly retracted her arm.

It seemed like a frightened cat hugged herself tightly, with tears flashing in her flowing eyes, but she was stubborn and unwilling to drip.

She is the princess of the Great Yan Empire.

She didn't want to cry anymore.

She knew she had not been infected with the plague.

She did not heal the people to death. She cut the man's wrist with a dagger, allowing the blood of the plague patient to stick to her. She just tried to get sick.

She is not the saint Shennong in the ancient legend who tasted all the herbs, she just wanted to heal her people.

The young sisters and brothers of Chen seemed to be a little afraid of the general with silver armor and silver spear, hid behind Xueer timidly, and occasionally looked out his head.

Rolling smoke and dust filled the city tower.

The iron cavalry with the word "Religion" came to us.

A general with extremely special weapons in his arms jumped off his horse: "General."

After the man called the general, his eyes subconsciously slowly moved away, and then fell on the girl in a purple dress.

The man's clear eyes became extremely bright.

There is surprise, even incredible hidden in the brightness.

A moment later, the general who was wearing a sword and his staff frowned.

Wei Yangsheng, who was known as the General of Confucian, did not notice the abnormal expression of Su Xiaofan. He waved his hand and said, "Xiaofan, you will lead two hundred light cavalry to catch up with the Flying Cavalry Captain, and you will be ordered to encircle and not kill.

Refugees are likely to be infected with the plague, so it is best to trap them in a place and separate them, so as not to get close to them easily. Then let the accompanying military doctors treat them."

"Xiaofan receives the order!"

After leaving the academy, Su Xiaofan, who joined the army, couldn't help but look at Xue'er a few more times.

After taking a deep breath, Su Xiaofan put his stick on his horse and led two hundred light cavalry to gallop away.

Wei Yangsheng looked at Xue'er, who had already been dirty and messy in his purple dress, but had a look of a country-willing look, and sighed and shook his head: "The girl is obviously cultivating, but why doesn't she resist those troublemakers?"

Xueer, who was seen at a glance, was indeed a little afraid of this Nanzhanzhou genius who had appeared on the 13th place in the Tianque New List not long ago. She stroked the little heads of the two children, and the tears flowed in her eyes finally

slide.

She was thinking of resisting, but those... were all their own people, the people of Dayan!