Jun Huailang was awakened by Jinbao.

He only felt drowsy this night. He was busy late last night and fell asleep.

After falling asleep, it was like being trapped in a dark dream and could never wake up again.

Jinbao struggled to wake him up.

Jun Huailang woke up dizzy, and his vision was blurred. He only vaguely saw a person in front of him and called him eagerly.

"His Royal Highness, please wake up! The servant has already sent someone to call Langzhong, and he will come soon!" Jinbao said anxiously.

Jun Huailang woke up a little.

"What's wrong with me?" He frowned, resting on the bed with one hand and covering his forehead with the other. But now, his palms are as hot as his forehead, and he can't even test the temperature.

Jin Bao was so anxious that his tears were about to fall.

"Don't panic, Your Highness, it's just a little feverish." Jinbao's voice was trembling, and he brought him a cup of hot tea.

Jun Huailang frowned at him.

"Fever?" he asked. "Then why are you panicking?"

Jin Bao was trembling, his eyes were red, and he didn't dare to speak.

If this is really an epidemic... it is an epidemic, how can it be good!

This disease doesn't recognize people, no matter what kind of royal family you are, once you get infected, you can't cure it!

In those days, many officials who went south to control water all died of this disease. What's more, if Jinling really had an epidemic this time, it would have no source or clue at all. Such a strange disease would be more frightening than the epidemic caused by the dead.

Every time something like this happens, it is a sign that God is about to perish the imperial court!

Jun Huailang stared at Jinbao's expression, and after a while, he paused.

"Why is this situation?" He was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth. "Is there an epidemic?"

Jinbao hurriedly said: "No! His Highness is just feverish. I want to be exhausted for the past two days and suffer from the wind and cold..."

But his voice was clearly choked up.

Jun Huailang barely supported his body and stood up.

"Get back," he said.

Jinbao is puzzled.

"I told you to step back, didn't you hear me?" Jun Huailang said.

Jin Bao had never seen him look so stern, and was taken aback, and he hurriedly stepped back several steps.

"From now on, no one is allowed to come and serve me. This is an order." Jun Huailang barely supported his body and sat up and said in a hoarse voice. "If you have any orders, stand there and wait, remember?"

Jin Bao was stunned and knew what Jun Huailang meant.

Jun Huailang was sure that he had contracted the epidemic, and this strict order was to avoid infecting others around him.

Jinbao's tears fell down.

"The slave's bad life, what is it!" Jin Bao choked and knelt down and kowtowed. "Master has a fever now, how can you leave someone to serve you!"

"Don't say more." Jun Huailang held his forehead, resisting the dizziness of the high fever, and said. "Did someone come to report? Now, call him in immediately. As for the doctor, don't let him in, just let him wait outside."

Jinbao knelt down on the ground.

"Also, put up a screen where you are standing now." Jun Huailang continued. "After that, no one is allowed to cross the screen for half a step."

Jinbao just cried.

If someone has the intention to harm the prince, to kill him, to harm him, there will be no way out.

But such a disease alone is completely helpless. Not to mention that he is the treasure, even if his master is here, what can he do?

What's more, it now seems that His Royal Highness is the first batch of people to get sick. Even if the epidemic is cured, the first people to get sick will never wait for that time.

If God doesn't want Taiping Taiping and wants to bring disaster, why not open his eyes and let a good person like His Royal Highness be at peace?

Jin Bao couldn't stop crying, and then he heard Jun Huailang's voice.

"Jinbao." His voice was hoarse and tired, lacking in breath, like a gossamer, and floated to Jinbao's ear.

"Do as I order," he said. "I don't have much energy, I can't be bothered, and I can't waste it."

Jin Bao wiped a handful of tears, choked up and agreed, turned around and ran out.

After a while, the screen stood up.

Jun Huailang awkwardly and slowly opened the bed tent.

Since he was born, he has been served by a large group of servants, and he has never done such chores by himself.

But now, the bed tent was pulled open, and there was no one there, and the gradually bright sunlight outside the window was blocked by a screen.

Jun Huailang fell into deep thought.

The plague in the previous life, in the records of the imperial court, was due to disasters, turmoil and famine, which made Jinling corpses all over the place, which caused the epidemic. In this life, he was careful and did not let this happen. Even the people who died on the day the dyke burst, he immediately asked Shen Zhifu to send someone to bury them.

The epidemic has always been caused by the decay of dead corpses, but now, how can it appear earlier when everything is peaceful?

If this is put in the mouths of everyone, it will definitely become a disaster from heaven, and it will kill Dayong. But Jun Huailang knew that all the strange phenomena in Jiangnan could never have come from heaven, they must be man-made.

Therefore, this sudden epidemic must also be caused by people.

He resisted the dizziness of the fever and began to recall the few words from the historical materials of his previous life.

According to historical data, in this epidemic, the infected people will have a series of fever, and it is difficult to get better. And the epidemic is extremely contagious, and those who come into contact with it have a 50% chance of being infected.

The epidemic lasted for more than a month from the end of July, and many famous doctors were dispatched from Beijing, but they were helpless. Until autumn entered the south of the Yangtze River, the epidemic disappeared inexplicably.

After that, Jiangnan never had such a strange disease again.

However, it has not yet entered the seventh month, and patients with high fever will die due to high fever for as long as half a month, at least seven days.

In the previous life, Jinling took a month, and there were heavy casualties, and countless people died. If this life is dragged on until then, not to mention whether Jun Huailang is still alive or not, if he wants to come to Jinling, he will also become a dead man. city.

Just then, the official came in.

"His Royal Highness?" His voice trembled a little.

He heard from the father-in-law just now that His Royal Highness also had a fever this morning. Now is not the season to be susceptible to wind and cold at all, and now, there is a chance that this noble person is also infected.

There are already some serious situations, and this makes it even more difficult to handle.

Jun Huailang heard his voice and hummed.

"How's it going now?" he asked.

The official said hurriedly: "The doctor and the workers have a lot of fever, but they haven't been cured in the past few days, but the infection has spread... The officials in the next two days realized that something was wrong, and they asked Langzhong. I just came to report to His Highness, I wasted time, it is really a crime that deserves death..."

What he said was to take the blame on himself.

Jun Huailang said: "It has nothing to do with you. I just ask you, since it is contagious, where are those people who are feverish now?"

After all, it is the most common thing for someone to have a fever and get sick. Unless there is a large-scale infection, it is difficult to attract the attention of officials. Because of this, epidemics are often aggressive and cannot be prevented and controlled. It is always too late to wait until they are discovered.

Now, only to find a way to control the remedy.

The official said hurriedly: "It's already concentrated in one place."

Jun Huailang hummed.

"Go and report to Shen Zhifu, prepare their daily meals and medicines, ensure their daily needs, and comfort them. Otherwise, if a sick person escapes from the resettlement, it will spread the disease again. ."He said.

The official hurriedly took notes.

Jun Huailang continued: "There are also medicines and a doctor. Just ask them to prescribe the most common heat-clearing and detoxifying prescriptions, and it will always be useful."

After all, in the previous life, according to the records in the historical materials, only the most common heat-clearing prescription had some use in the epidemic, and even if it could not be cured, it could be delayed for a while.

The officials responded quickly.

Jun Huailang paused for a while, then continued: "I will report the situation to me every day. Tell my father that we must first control the spread of the epidemic, soothe the people, and then immediately play Chang'an. Also, go to various places to find a husband. Come on, no matter what, as long as there is a silver lining to find an antidote, don't give up."

The official responded again.

"Nothing else... As for the officers and soldiers guarding the resettlement, they must be kept away from the sick," he said. "Stay far away. If you have to get close, you must wrap your body as much as possible and don't touch it directly."

He didn't know if this approach would work or not, but that's what it is now. After all, the disease will spread among the living, and it will not spread to the dead, right?

Just had to try it for now.

The official should go.

Jun Huailang said: "Nothing else. These words must be brought here."

The official paused and said, "...Then, Your Highness, what are you going to do?"

Jun Huailang looked at the screen.

"I'm fine," he said. "Just call someone to deliver meals and medicines as usual every day."

The official hesitated for a while, then tentatively said: "His Royal Highness, why don't you invite the doctor outside to come in and take a look? What if you didn't contract the disease, but just caught a cold?"

Jun Huailang laughed softly.

"A disease or a cold, can the doctor tell it?" he said. "If it's cold, you'll be fine, don't worry."

Having said this, he paused.

He is now in chaos in his mind, and after arranging the important things, there is only one person left.

"...Wait." Just as the official was about to withdraw, Jun Huailang suddenly said.

The official stopped quickly.

"If you want to rush to Shandong from the day you receive the imperial decree..." Jun Huailang asked. "Where should we be today?"

The official didn't know why he asked this question, but after careful consideration, he replied, "If you rush, maybe today will already be here."

Jun Huailang paused for a while, then hummed after a while.

"No one is allowed to spread the word about my illness," he said. "Especially if someone wants to send a letter out, they must stop it."

The official was puzzled: "This..."

Jun Huailang withdrew his gaze and quietly looked at the strands of sunlight that leaked in under the screen.

"Don't ask too much, just do as I say," he said.

Xue Yan is all in his mind now, but he doesn't want to see him at all.

Because he knew that his orders could stop everyone, but only him.

No matter how much he has the ability to go to the sky and enter the earth, he is also a mortal child, unable to stop such a turbulent epidemic. Even if he is reborn, he has no certainty that he can control the epidemic. He only knows that he can give it a shot, but he also needs a premise.

He wanted Xue Yan to be well.