"The girl doesn't have to apologize. The girl grew up in Guanzhong, and she didn't know how bad the flooding was in Guannai. The river is a dog, when Mao Shun guards the house, when Mao is not smooth, when he bites his own family, the so-called natural disaster, no matter how many rumors the girl hears, she can't understand the suffering of the people on both sides of the river. Changsheng softened his face, but his pale and unsteady tone betrayed his secret worries.

"Then you transport the herbs back to the house, I will allow you a few days off, and you can bring a letter to the family and ask for peace. Xin Yi reassured.

Changsheng responded in a sullen voice, turned his head and went back to move the vegetables, Xin Yi also called Xin Zhi to help, and a storm subsided, but the word flood spread in the city like an undercurrent.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings. Daming Palace is still singing and dancing, and the uneasy atmosphere is suppressed in the city, and under a deliberate whitewashing, it must be God's anger and slaughter.

End of November. Chang'an flying snow, wrapped in silver.

The people in the city did not tighten their cotton clothes to prepare for the New Year, because as the weather became colder and the water surface froze, a large number of displaced people began to frantically pour into the capital.

The streets and alleys were crowded with ragged people, hungry adults in three steps, in groups of ten, begging all over the street. Children who are not afraid of the sky and the earth either grab the cakes from the West Market stall and run, or snatch the money jars of the street performers and slip away, and the market is full of shouts and chases.

Chang'an, which was prosperous in the past, has become a restless refugee camp.

The most strange thing is to torture a homeless person, all of whom are from the area of Lingzhou, Fengzhou, Kannai Province, and the rumors that spread secretly a while ago made the rumors that "the river is flooded" are rampant.

Finally, the paper couldn't hold the fire.

Lin De Hall Dynasty. The emperor summoned the ministers and asked about the flood in Fengzhou and Lingzhou, and the two were members of the Wang family.

The emperor was furious. immediately dismissed the two Wang family assassins, beat them for 30 years, exiled them to Lingnan, and mercilessly scolded Wang Jian.

People are punished, but God can't control so much.

The Ministry of Industry immediately sent people to investigate the actual situation of the flood and prepared to build a dam to save it, but when the Ministry of Industry Shangshu personally held the fold and told him with tears in his eyes, "It's too late, it's too late to control the water," the faces of the government and the opposition changed.

It's too late. There is nothing more terrifying than these four words.

No one knows better than the people who have struggled with floods all year round what these four words really mean: flood discharge.

Either the flood will be discharged downstream, or the flood will be discharged on both banks. Either way, it's just the difference between one dead person and two dead.

The whole country was immediately shrouded in a panic, especially Guannei Dao, which was starving all over the field, mourning, Daming Palace could hear the emperor's angry scolding every day, and Chang'an City was congested by more and more displaced people.

The emperor played a twist and turn: King Zhao and the Wang family were ineffective, and sent the king of Jin to control the water with full authority.

Li Jingting, the king of Jin, was in a hurry for eight hundred miles and rushed to Guannei Road to check in person. Ten horses died of exhaustion on the way, and finally returned to Beijing on the fifth day, and handed over the water control fold: discharge the flood on both sides of the river.

Kyushu was shocked. The world was in an uproar.

The emperor hesitated. In the middle of the pre-month, the ministers discussed the excerpts of the King of Jin and then weighed the flood discharge matters.

This day, fifteen. It is the day of the Great Dynasty.

Countless eyes in the chess game have been cast on the Lin De Palace, and countless eyes have been staring at the court discussion, the Jin King's water control, the method of ice drainage, and whether the flood discharge on both sides of the strait is allowed or not, all on this day, it is destined to affect the minds of the whole world.

The sky is bright, the snow is falling, the snow under the Chang'an City has not yet woken up, the air is full of tension and depression, the supervision of the imperial history has been shuttling through the palace city, and began to prepare for the dynasty in a few hours.

And at the same time, on the other side, Xin Fu.

Xin Yi sat in front of the bronze mirror, Xiang Pei held her hair for her, and said worriedly: "Girl...... Changsheng is still kneeling...... The snow is knee-high......"

Xin Yi's eyes flashed, and he thought thoughtfully: "Today is the dynasty that has agreed on the method of flood discharge?"

Xiang Pei nodded, combed a cicada wing bun for Xin Yi, and decorated it with a string of jasper beads: "Not bad." Three hours later. ”

Xin Yi glanced out of the door and said in a deep voice: "Changsheng, this kid, is forcing me to die." If you want me to stop the flood discharge on both sides of the river, with my own strength, isn't this an ant beating into the river! I still have Xinfu behind me, and you, if you want to fight with the Wang family, the Jin King, and even with the civil and military officials, I, Xin Yi is not so arrogant!"

Xin Yi said in a hurry, his breath was not breathing, and he was obviously slightly anxious. Bluffing Xiang Pei hurriedly softened her tone: "Girl, don't be angry! Changsheng is a native of Fengzhou, and the flood is at the doorstep." When the King of Jin said that the flood would be discharged on both sides of the strait, wouldn't that be a direct diversion of water to annihilate his family? As long as it is a person, no one wants it! Although Changsheng is confused, it is understandable. ”

Xin Yi sighed, human nature can be understood, but who understands her?

Originally from the Jin Dynasty, the king of the Jin Dynasty wanted to discharge floods on both sides of the river, in other words, in order to protect the downstream livelihood road, and flooded Fengzhou and Lingzhou on both sides of the river.

Changsheng, whose ancestral home is Fengzhou, was so anxious that he went crazy.

He immediately knelt in front of Xin Yi and begged Xin Yi for the right to walk in the inner court, and stopped the fold when he was in court. Although Xin Yi couldn't bear it, he didn't want to, so Changsheng knelt at Xin Yi's door every day, and said with a dead heart that when Xin Yi agreed, he would get up.

"He's really scared...... It is not for me to mention the discharge of floods on both sides of the strait, but for the king of Jin...... Besides, there is only one way to do it...... Either they will discharge the flood downstream, and the horizontal and vertical will suffer the people......" Xin Yi muttered to himself, sighing again and again.

"Yes, yes, the girl is wronged. But if Changsheng kneels down like this, he will kill someone. Champey looked out the window at Flying Snow Nunu, her face full of worry.

Xin Yi glanced at the white courtyard, and threw the jade comb in his hand on the dressing table: "Let him in!

Xiang Pei hurriedly responded, and raised the horizontal curtain to call for longevity. Unexpectedly, the latter came in like a snowman, and knelt in front of Xin Yi with a plop, and couldn't stop kowtowing.

"Pray that the girl will be well...... Inner Court Walk...... Stop the fold...... You can't discharge flood water on both sides of the strait......"

Xin Yi felt a pain in his temple. Hurriedly asked Xiang Pei to help Changsheng sit down, handed over a cup of hot tea, and waited for the latter's frozen purple face to recover a little bloody before she considered speaking.

"Changsheng, you are my Xinfu handyman, and you are also a family. It's not that this girl doesn't help you, it's just that the stakes are very high, this is a government decision, and I can't rely on my own temperament to do politics casually. ”

"But with the girl's past actions, ......" Changsheng glanced at Xin Yi, and before the latter's face became embarrassed, he immediately continued, "The girl is afraid that she is the only person in Chang'an City who can make the emperor of the Wang family and even the courtiers change their minds. ”

"No, no, no, although this girl is causing trouble, she is measured, and she doesn't feel that you cover the sky with such a hand. Xin Yi waved his hand again and again and said.

Xiang Pei on the side couldn't stand it anymore, so she simply answered with angry eyes: "If my girl goes to participate in any excerpts, and says a word about any court, the entire Xin Mansion is afraid that no matter how powerful it is, it will not survive today!"

Seeing that Changsheng's eyes were red and he was about to argue again, Xin Yi hurriedly slowed down his tone and persuaded: "Moreover, Changsheng, if it drags on to this day, there is only one way left to control the water: flood discharge." to the shore or downstream. However, the lower reaches of the river are close to Gyeonggi, with a prosperous population and a population of 10,000,000, while the two sides of the river are only two states, Fengzhou and Lingzhou, and there are oasis deserts in between. In contrast, you still don't know which is more important, where to abandon and where to protect?"