Wang Bang. As the name suggests, he remembers, and he remembers.

"That's not a name that the emperor can call!"

Wang Jian's pupils contracted suddenly, and the whole person lost his mind in an instant, and he burst up from the couch like a tiger and leopard, pulled out his sword on the shelf, and slashed it off with his arm-

There was a piercing sharp thud. The porcelain plate containing the candied fruit was cut in half.

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen brocade guards flashed, and the daggers were on Wang Jian's throat at the same time, and almost at the same time, the Wang family guards also broke in with a hula sound, and the swords and halberds were all out of their sheaths.

The temperature in the chamber dropped suddenly, and the killing intent in the air almost condensed into substance.

However, Li He just looked at Wang Jian who was crazy, and looked at the latter's obviously angry eyes, but somehow, there were faint tears.

"Stand down. Li Heping retreated from the brocade guard, and his voice was a little hoarse.

If the emperor doesn't do it today, he will have to be careful in the future. Destroy all the treasures of the enemy, whether it is life or location, I Wang Jian will do what he says. Wang Jian looked at the retreating Jinyi Wei and laughed contemptuously.

It can't be called a big rebellion, it is simply a clear statement that the enemy and us have declared war, which naturally provoked the Jinyi guard to riot again, but Li He didn't hear it, and stubbornly retreated from the gangsters.

He just got up, stretched out his hand, bent down, and went to pick up the golden peach preserves that had been spilled on the ground because the plate had broken.

In the tense atmosphere, Li He picked up candied fruit as if no one was around, and his back trembled a little, and he only pinched one after a while.

But suddenly, he seemed to think of something, smiled self-deprecatingly, straightened up, and gave up picking candied fruit: "... Astringent...... The taste has changed...... Can't go back...... What's the use of picking it up......"

Li He opened his ten fingers, and the candied fruit he had just picked up fell to the ground again, with a soft click, smashing people's hearts unstable and smashing grievances.

After saying that, regardless of Wang Jian, Li He turned around and left, came to the door, paused suddenly, and dropped a sentence without looking back-

"My brocade guard returned, and Xin Zhou said something before leaving...... I'm getting more and more right...... You're just a person who can't get out of your dreams......"

Trapped in a dream and unable to get out, the dream becomes a nightmare.

And nightmares can eat people.

The last character was lost in the autumn wind that poured in when the door was opened, hula hula, blowing the cinnamon fragrance all over the room, but the man in the yellow robe disappeared.

Wang Jian stared in that direction for a long time, until the Wang family came up to ask for instructions, his eyes refocused, and he said in a trance: "What?"

"Dad, there is a flood in the big river (Note 1) on the Kannai Road. It is my Wang family who is in charge, the matter is very important, and the disaster is quite widespread, and my Wang family is temporarily suppressing the news, and has not yet revealed the saint. Let's ask my dad first what to do. ”

A young man waited for Li He to go away before he entered the room and asked Wang Jian for instructions. Looking at his eyebrows and eyes, he is quite similar to Wang Wenying, Wang Wenying and others.

Wang Jian was stunned by this similarity: "Are you ...... Which son of the old man ......"

A father asks him whose son it is. This is ridiculous, but it is not uncommon to put it on Wang Jian, after all, children are chess pieces, and chess pieces are only useful or useless, who knows them or not.

Therefore, the young man was not angry or angry, but took the initiative to explain: "Dad, I am your ninth son, Wang Wenci. ”

“…… Lao Jiuna...... Your brothers are gone, and it's your turn to take care of things...... Otherwise, the old man won't recognize you......" Wang Jian laughed self-deprecatingly.

Wang Wenhe also smiled, and his eyebrows rose with heat: "Dad has more than a dozen sons, if it weren't for the loss of a few brothers, Dad wouldn't have had a chance to know, and the latter ones are also top-notch." ”

Wang Jian's eyes flashed: "Are you like them, like Wen Falcon who just died, thinking about the position of the eldest son of the Wang family? ”

"If you are your father's son, you only think about inheriting the family power, thinking about glory and wealth, and thinking about fame and fortune. Wang Wenibis raised his eyes and looked directly at Wang Jian without hesitation, "That's it, it's too useless." ”

"Oh?" Wang Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, staring at Wang Wenibis, as if he wanted to see his heart through his flesh and skin, "Then what do you want?"

"Something that can give a head and blood. Wang Wenibis sold a pass, and his eyes were as bright as snow.

Wang Jianhu laughed loudly, "Interesting! Interesting! The old man finally waited for a son who understood! God does not live up to me! God does not live up to my Wang family!"

"May the heavens live up to my Wang Wen Ibis. Wang Wenibis smiled lowly. The eyebrows and eyes similar to Wang Wenying and others instantly became as heavy as the sea, and he couldn't see through what he was feeling under the skin.

"Let's get down to business. Just now you said that the big river flooded in the inner road, and you talked about it carefully. Wang Jian changed the subject.

"Ice row (Note 2). ”

"Where exactly?"

"The section of the river between Fengzhou and Lingzhou. ”

Wang Jian's face gradually changed. The already seriously ill pale face, with more black solemnity, made him unconsciously clench his fists and let out a sullen breath.

"Is the flood serious?"

"If we build a dam now, it's still too late. But if it is delayed, I am afraid that it will be too late. ”

Wang Wenibis also looked serious. The flood of the big river was originally a tumor in the Wei Dynasty, and when it encountered ice rows, this tumor could almost be eaten to the foundation of the society.

"God changes his face every year, the ice row is not every year, but once it happens, Daming Palace will have to bear it. Troublesome, really troublesome, this year the old man is not happy, this big river is not going well, all the bad things are piled up. Wang Jian's fists clenched and gurgled, sighing and pausing.

It is unimaginable that the head of the Wang family, who is under one person and above ten thousand, will have such a helpless time. After all, no matter how powerful the chess game is, in the face of natural and man-made disasters, he is just an ant.

Wang Wenibis smiled playfully. But he didn't let Wang Jian find out, just like a well-behaved son, he asked meekly: "Ice rafting is different from ordinary floods, it is a big matter, and it will affect the livelihood of millions of people downstream." My Wang family didn't dare to act rashly, just suppressed the news. Please also ask Daddy to come up with ideas and how to deal with it. ”

"Hold on? Yes, just keep pressing. Wang Jian grinned strangely.

"Hold on, Dad, didn't you hear what your son said clearly? If the dam is built now, it is still too late, and if it is delayed, there will be only one way to discharge the flood...... Wang Wenhe was anxious.

Great rivers are flooded, especially ice rows.

If dams are built in time to control water, millions of people still have a way to live. However, if it is delayed, when autumn and winter come, the weather will become colder, the water surface will be frozen for thousands of miles, and the downstream rivers will die, and there will be no solution.

There is only one way: to dig the dikes and release the flood water into the plains on both sides of the river. But those who died at the bottom of the water were replaced by the people downstream to the people on both sides of the river.

The people on both sides of the strait live and die.

This is a road of life and a road of death.

"What the old man wants is to discharge the flood to both sides of the strait. Wang Jian smiled gloomily, "Ice row is such a big thing, paper can't hold the fire." When the East Window incident happens, the emperor will reproach my royal family for neglecting governance and handing over the power of water control to others. ”

“…… According to the generation, after Li Jingpei, the king of Zhao, is Li Jingting, the king of Jin...... King Zhao and the Wang family are not effective in controlling the water, and the King of Jin and the Wu family will take over the water control......" Wang Wenhe thought.

"Yes! Since it is a dead end that is almost insolvable, then throw it to King Jin! At that time, no matter how he dealt with it, he would not die well, and the great luck of King Zhao and my Wang family would come!" Wang Jian's face glowed red, reflecting his pale and sick state brilliantly.

exegesis

1. Great River: i.e. the Yellow River. In ancient times, the Yellow River was called "river". Especially in the pre-Qin classics, the word river refers specifically to the Yellow River.

2. Ice row: Lingxun, commonly known as ice row, is a hydrological phenomenon caused by the resistance of ice to the water flow and the obvious rise of the river water level. Ice can sometimes accumulate into ice plugs or ice dams, causing the water level to rise dramatically, and eventually floodplains or levees burst, known as floods. Flooding can occur during the closure period in winter and during the opening period in spring. In layman's terms, it means that there is ice on the water surface, and it breaks into blocks, and there is a flow of water under the ice, which drives the ice to move downstream, and when the river embankment is narrow, the ice continues to accumulate, resulting in excessive pressure on the embankment, which is Lingxin.