Ning Yuxuan laughed loudly: "Since when have you cared about other people's reputation?"
Ning Mingjie pursed his lips, the silver mask looked a little gloomy. Mo Yuhou also knew that it was not appropriate to joke, so he stopped laughing. It's just that I occasionally think of what happened last night in my heart, and I can't help but smile from the corners of my eyes and brows.
The water conservancy project in Lizhou is actually a moat, but because of years of drought, it has almost stopped flowing. The water that people can use is very little, either they have dug deep wells, or they have brought water back from dozens of miles away.
When the emperor brought the prince and his ministers over to watch, there were countless people kneeling by the dry river, weeping and kowtowing, the emperor frowned slightly, and glanced at Lizhou Inspector Zhang Jin, who immediately knelt down and said in a trembling voice, "Your negligence. "
If it doesn't rain, besides asking the court to allocate funds for disaster relief, is there any other way? But not much money for disaster relief actually went to him, let alone to the hands of the common people? Zhang Jin was also helpless, he didn't want to be ashamed of the people, so he didn't follow the orders of his superiors, and locked up the people to prevent Shang Datian from listening.
He has done his best.
The emperor watched the scene for a while, then turned to ask the prince, "Zhe'er, how do you think this kind of thing should be handled?"
The prince put away the cynical expression on his face, stepped forward and bowed: "Father, my son thinks that Lizhou is only suffering from drought in recent years, and the imperial court can continue to support it to tide over the difficulties and encourage the people to sow dry crops to maintain their livelihood."
The emperor nodded, and then asked the third prince: "What do you think Jue'er is?"
Zhao Jue glanced at the dry river, and said, "This river is a branch of the Lijiang River, a hundred miles to the east is the Lijiang River. There was an earthquake half a year ago, and the mountain cut off the river, so the moat stopped flowing. The son thought that the father only It takes manpower to excavate rocks to re-flow the moat, which is the solution."
The people around were filled with admiration, and even Mo Yuhou nodded slightly.
The emperor asked in surprise: "How did Jueer know that the moat was cut off because of this?"
The third prince smiled slightly: "Half a year ago, my son happened to travel through the Lijiang River. He heard the old man by the river talk about moving mountains, so he wrote a letter to his father, saying that there might be a drought in Lizhou. But his father didn't see the letter. ?”
In the eyes of Concubine Nie, Zhao Jue's traveling in the mountains and rivers has always been an act of avoiding the world by not caring about the government. But they didn't know that the three princes had traveled all over the Song Dynasty in these years, keeping all the customs and customs in their hearts, and even wrote a travel note and sent it back to the emperor. Although the emperor loves the third prince, he also thinks that he is too leisurely and has no interest in government affairs. I only read a few pages of that travel note and then put it aside and forgot about it.
Now that it was mentioned, the emperor suddenly realized, with a look of surprise in his eyes, he nodded several times, and then recruited the local ministers, accompanying important ministers and Lizhou governor to discuss the matter.
The prince's expression didn't change, but he patted the third prince's shoulder with a smile: "The third brother is very knowledgeable."
"Brother, thanks." Zhao Jue folded his hands and lowered his eyes: "It's just that there is too much distance to walk."
"It's a good one to walk a long way." Zhao Qi squinted his eyes: "Brother Yu has been in the palace for a long time, but he is not as good as the third brother."
Zhao Jue was distracted and didn't answer his words. Zhao Tuo's eyes were not very friendly, but he turned around and took the rest of the people to continue watching.
Ning Mingjie felt a little sleepy. He had been having nightmares for some reason these days. In his dreams, there was always a thick white fog, and then a voice kept shouting: "You are wrong, you are wrong, you are wrong."
What's wrong with him? Ning Mingjie yawned, got on the prepared horse, and walked along the river with the two princes and Mo Yuhou.
Even if something serious is wrong, let him know. Keep yelling that he's wrong so he won't look back.
Thinking of the dishes that Nie Sangyu cooked himself that day, he chose three meat and four vegetables, not because of anything else, but because there was a jug of Lizhou local sake on the tray.
He loves to drink, and when he was in the fief, he would often get drunk for days and nights, which is why Jing Wenhou often said that he had no rules. But rules are such a thing, life is only for such a long time, if you don't take it off after wearing it for a long time, life is quite boring, isn't it
He still savored the food that day, it was much better than the food in the mansion, it felt like a folk restaurant, but it was cooked with more care than in the restaurant. If one day he can enjoy the mountains and rivers, there is such a person beside him who can cook for him, a pot of wine, a light boat, and a bright moon in the water, how unrestrained and comfortable it would be
After thinking about it, Ning Mingjie felt sleepy. He leaned lightly on the horse's neck, but was uncomfortably bumped. Just as he was about to change his position, he heard a guard in the distance shout: "There is an assassin!"
Among the people who were kneeling and crying, suddenly a dozen people jumped up, holding swords, and rushed towards the crown prince and third prince in front.
Nie Qingyun didn't come out today, it is said that he was spoiled by the snacks made by Er Rong yesterday. Apart from the guards, only Mo Yuhou and him were present at the martial arts demonstration.
Ning Mingjie frowned and flew to pull the third prince off the horse to protect him behind him, while Mo Yuhou on the side also protected the prince.
The surrounding people scattered, screaming and jostling, both Ning Mingjie and Ning Yuxuan were unable to move an inch. The guards seemed to be in control of the situation, but suddenly there was a sound coming from afar. Ning Mingjie wanted to avoid it, but once he did, the Third Prince was behind him.
Ji Man leaned against the window, shivering suddenly. Looking at the empty room, she remembered that Ning Yuxuan had gone out today, so it's good if she's not there, so as not to disturb her by looking at it.
Regarding what happened last night, she didn't take it to heart at all. I don't know how many couples share the same bed and different dreams, and this is not her body, so don't worry about it. It would be best if she could conceive a child, and Nie Sangyu would also like this child. If you can't... then treat it as being bitten by a dog.
Looking at the time, it was almost time for them to come back, so Ji Man dragged himself to make lunch. As soon as it was finished, I heard a servant rushing back, looking left and right to see that there was no one in the house, and hurriedly went to the kitchen and shouted: "Mrs. Ning, Mrs. Ning, Young Master Ning is injured, go and have a look!"
Ning Yuxuan was injured? Ji Man raised his eyebrows, didn't he say he knows martial arts? Still injured? After Mo Mo walked out of the kitchen, Ji Man asked the man, "Did he sprain his foot or his waist?"
The servant is from the house, he stared at Ji Man for a long time before he said: "There are assassins outside, I heard that Mr. Ning was injured in order to protect the third prince, and he is bandaging him in the Wanjin Hall in Lizhou City."
He just came back to report a letter, saying that Mr. Ning was injured, but in fact he didn't know who Mr. Ning was.
Trouble with assassins? Ji Man raised his eyebrows, it's worth checking out.
After changing her clothes, Ji Man went to find a sedan chair, and hurried to Wanjintang.
Ning Yuxuan and the two princes were sitting in the pile of herbs, and when they looked outside inadvertently, they saw Nie Sangyu got off the sedan chair and came here slowly.
"Master Hou?" Mo Yuhou who was sitting at the door looked unharmed, and Ji Man asked curiously, "Didn't you encounter an assassin? Are you seriously injured?"
The corner of Ning Yuxuan's mouth twitched, and he pointed to Ning Mingjie next to him: "Mingjie is the one who was injured, you want me to look injured?"
Um? Is Ning Mingjie hurt? Ji Man hurriedly lifted up his skirt and came in to look. The man was still wearing a mask, half of his clothes were off, and he was bandaging the wound on his shoulder blade. Seeing her coming, he turned his head away coolly.
Are you still angry about what happened last time? Ji Man thought that this person should not be so stingy, but it was a bit scary to look at the wound, which was still bleeding after several layers of wrapping.
But in the end it was disheveled, she took a look, then retreated to stand next to Mo Yuhou, and said: "The servant said that it was Mr. Ning who was assassinated, and it seems that he made a mistake."
Ning Yuxuan was so annoyed: "Is it because you heard that I was assassinated that you walked so slowly?"
As soon as you heard that it was Ning Mingjie, you went in with your skirt in hand
Ji Man smiled slightly: "Master Hou, please be considerate, I haven't had lunch yet."
The prince next to him smiled and said, "Don't tell me, Sang Yu, I forgot about it. Let's go back to eat after Mingjie is finished bandaging."
Ji Man glanced at Ning Mingjie who said nothing, and asked, "Master Biao, is the injury serious?"
Ning Mingjie straightened his back slightly.
Mo Yuhou said with a smile that was not a smile: "Mingjie has meritorious escort, and there is no serious problem."
"Oh." Ji Man nodded, seeing that they were about to leave when they got up, she wanted to go back to the sedan chair she had just carried.
Unexpectedly, Mo Yuhou grabbed her hand: "You can't see anything in the sedan chair, how boring? Come ride with me."
Jiman's face turned green, riding a horse? Although she has recovered and the pain is not too much, why is the horse not as comfortable as the sedan chair
"Lord Hou..."
"Come on, I'll carry you up." Ning Yuxuan smiled softly and stretched out his hand towards her.
Ji Man took a deep breath and clapped his hand into his palm. With a bang, the prince and the third prince in front turned their heads.
Ning Yuxuan didn't even move his eyebrows, he helped her by the hand to make her sit up, then sat behind her, and pulled the reins.
"The assassin doesn't know if there are any remaining crimes. Let me open the way first." Mo Yuhou said to the two princes very considerately.
The crown prince raised his eyebrows, and just as the third prince was about to open his mouth to speak, Ning Yuxuan raised the reins: "Drive!"
This horse must have taken a stimulant, and it ran more happily than anything else, and it was so bumpy that it almost threw Ji Man out. Ji Man's face was ashen, and he hugged the horse's neck tightly and did not let go.
"Don't you think my waist is more stable than a horse's neck?" the person behind asked coolly.
Ji Man's bun was about to be blown away by the wind, and he hugged the horse's neck and gritted his teeth: "I think the horse's neck is much more comfortable."
Mo Yuhou snorted coldly, and when the whip was whipped, Ji Man almost screamed.
This is different from the kind of people in the park who lead and ride a 20-yuan horse around the park. If I have to describe it, it is the feeling when the plane encounters strong vibrations from the airflow and is about to crash.
Ji Man's entire face turned pale, and he deeply felt that Mo Yuhou must have done it on purpose.