Zheng Rong hadn't seen Song Zizhou in the space for a few days, thinking that he probably hadn't arrived in Huainan yet. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because he had to hurry, it was inconvenient to enter the space on the road, so he could only wait for him to arrive.

With a sigh, he walked out of the space and fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, Lan Xin came to report that Zijing had woken up.

Zheng Rong knew that Bauhinia's injury was not serious, but she still couldn't help worrying, for fear that she would be scared out.

Hearing Lan Xin's words, Zhengrong was overjoyed, hurriedly freshened up, and rushed towards Tao Ranju without having breakfast.

When I entered the door, I saw Bauhinia leaning on the head of the bed, Ruyi was holding a blue and white porcelain bowl, and the black thing inside exuded an unpleasant smell of medicine.

Seeing that Zhengrong was coming, he hurriedly got up and saluted, and stood aside with a bowl.

Zheng Rong looked at the bowl full of medicine, and couldn't help but laugh in her heart, it turned out that this thing of drinking medicine and being afraid of bitterness didn't just happen to her.

"Lan Xin, go to our courtyard and bring a plate of Songhua candy I bought a few days ago to my sister-in-law."

Listening to Zhengrong's instructions, Zijing couldn't help blushing.

Zheng Rong walked to the side of the bed and looked at Zijing's neck carefully before asking, "Little sister-in-law, do you feel better?" Does it still hurt? ”

When had Zijing ever seen such a nervous and embarrassed Zhengrong, even if the Li Mansion in Shenma Village had entered the thief, she was still calm.

Reached out and touched her head, "I'm fine, just a little scratch, and it will be fine in a few days." ”

What woman doesn't care about her jade skin? What's more, it's such a conspicuous place on the neck, but looking at Zhengrong's worried look, her heart is relieved.

Didn't the doctor say there would be no scars? Why bother to say it to make Zhengrong worried.

Zheng Rong looked at her with a fair face, and finally let go of her heart that had been worried all night.

I remembered that the doctor said last night that she was overthinking, and thought about explaining a few sentences, "Sister Zijing, don't worry too much about the little brother, there will be nothing wrong with Prince Chu taking care of her." ”

Zijing didn't think so, Prince Chu was noble, if something really happened, everyone would definitely go to Prince Chu, where could they take care of Li Dai's cultivation from the sixth grade.

Seeing that her wrinkled brows were not relieved, she added, "I let the shopkeeper in Huainan Bran Hall take care of it, don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

Zijing nodded.

Seeing that her face was slightly relieved, Zheng Rong turned his face and instructed Ruyi, who was standing aside with a medicine bowl, "Go to the kitchen and give instructions in a while, don't make seafood in the near future, it's not good for the recovery of the wound." ”

Ruyi nodded as if he didn't understand, indicating that he had written it down.

At this time, the little maid who was guarding the door walked in and saluted, saying that she had to ask to see her.

In Zijing's bedroom, he couldn't talk about things, so Zheng Rong told Zijing a few more words before leaving the room.

Zijing smiled and watched Zhengrong walk out of the room door, thinking of the arm that fell to the ground last night, and doubts grew in her heart. She has lived with Zhengrong for five years, and she has never seen Zhengrong practice martial arts, why did she suddenly have such a high level of kung fu?

It's so bad to be hidden by my little sister who grew up with me!! I'll have to ask for clarification next time!

Zheng Rong saw Dexing in the study of Biluo Courtyard, and he didn't know what was going on in the early morning, and he was anxious to see her.

I had to march into the study, pat my sleeve, and salute.

Hearing Zheng Rong's scream, he stood up, took out a letter from his arms, took two steps forward with both hands, and put it on the desk in front of Zheng Rong.

"Second Young Master, there's a letter from the Huainan branch."

"Oh?" Zheng Rong picked up the envelope on the table suspiciously and tore it open.

It stands to reason that Zhengrong rarely cares about those branches, but only checks the accounts in the middle of the year and at the end of the year.

When the water is clear, there is no fish, Zhengrong also understands, so as long as it is not good in the account books every time, Zhengrong is not too harsh.

I didn't expect Huainan's shopkeeper to suddenly write to her, but thinking of the flood of the Minhe River, Zhengrong frowned, could it be that it was about to affect Ciqing, it was already the boundary of Huainan.

It seems that this flood is really serious!

I took out the letter, read it, and my face became solemn.

The flood is about to spread to Ciqing, and there has been an influx of refugees, and the shopkeeper of Huainan is begging Zhengrong to get an idea, what to do with the food in this store? If the flood really comes, then everyone will be running for their lives, and there will be no one to take care of the food.

Zheng Rong pondered it for a moment and made a decision.

Since there are many refugees in Huainan, and the emperor wants to allocate grain from Beijing, then his own grain will also be scattered!

It's just that how this is scattered, it's really a knowledge.

Huainan's Bran Hall has only one shopkeeper and three men, and if the warehouse is opened to release grain, refugees will inevitably flock to it. When the time comes, with only these four people, where can they stand up to those refugees who are like wolves and tigers.

didn't have to do good deeds, but caused chaos out, Huainan is already messy enough.

After thinking about it, he wrote a letter, roughly explaining that the shopkeeper in Huainan would go to the yamen to find the local county order, and it would be better for officers and soldiers to suppress the formation for this kind of thing.

Not to mention for the time being, when the Bran Maitang settled in the local area, it had already established a good relationship, just for the 1,000 stone grain that was donated, the county order did not disagree, this year of disaster, someone is willing to come out to be the wrongdoer, isn't it just right?

The situation in Huainan is getting more and more dangerous, the emperor has received the second urgent letter from Huainan, and he can't help but be anxious in his heart, "Zhou Ningfu, this urgent letter has already arrived in two, why hasn't the fourth child arrived in Huainan yet?!" ”

Zhou Ningfu looked at the emperor with a dissatisfied face, and silently lit a pillar of incense for Prince Chu. Yes, he said that things are not easy to do, the typical effort is thankless, and before it has reached the ground, the emperor will complain.

"Your Majesty, the Prince of Chu is escorting 100,000 stones of grain and grass, and the soldiers are also traveling on foot, where can it be compared to the messenger's 800 miles of urgency."

The emperor is not unaware of this truth, but he is in a hurry, he has reigned for more than 20 years in his life. The people are harmonious, and the four seas are peaceful, but I didn't expect that there would be such a fork in the end.

Over the years, if there is a major natural disaster, it is a warning from heaven.

How ignorant the people are, as long as someone with a heart fanned the flames a little, I am afraid that there will be a big mess.

He knew that there were many people who coveted his throne.

"Zhou Ningfu, pen and ink are waiting!"

Zhou Ningfu served the emperor all his life, and he was very handy at grinding ink, and Emperor Jingxiao picked up the wolf and dipped it in ink.

On the heart paper pressed by the paperweight, he wrote three big characters with a pen, "Guilty of his own edict".

Zhou Ningfu's pupils shrank, and he instantly understood the emperor's intentions, sighed in his heart, lowered his head, and continued to grind the ink. (To be continued.) )