Chengzu County, Huaiyuan City, Ninghou Mansion Study.

"Urgent report in the morning, the flood has been basically controlled!" , the general played martial arts and stood up to play.

"Jiaoyang County has the lowest terrain among the flood-affected counties, and due to the leakage of the bottom of the natural lake in Niujiawa Town, the surrounding land subsided, and then formed a deep pit with an area of 100 acres, which is connected with the underground waterway." Seeing that everyone listened carefully to their own rough explanations, the martial arts reluctantly continued.

"The soldiers and grooms of the disaster relief army dug dozens of shallow drainage canals in three days, and this, that scorching sun flood has been solved..."

Seeing that Yan Wu was chewing the words and sweating profusely, the words began to be chaotic, and the ruler finally took over the topic, "The rest of Jingyuan and Danting counties are slightly higher, and the flood is originally weak, but now the flood momentum has been discharged, forming a slow flow to Niujiawa, and within ten days, the disaster situation in Chengzu County can be determined!" ”

But the pride will be injected into the world, and all living beings can be entrusted to work together!

With the concerted efforts of the ancestors, the flood can finally be controlled.

Ning Hou Jian Xiaotian's frowning brows finally eased slightly, but he suddenly remembered something, "Does Zhifeng have any news?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the study suddenly fell terrifyingly, and Yan Wu was the first to be unable to bear the pressure of silence, and his voice trembled, "Brother Zhifeng's life and death are uncertain, it's been five days, and I can't see anyone alive or dead..."

"Lin Mingli sent a special person to search and rescue with all his might, but he couldn't find Zhifeng's whereabouts, and he didn't have to come back to see me!"

Houfu Annex, Zhifeng's residence.

Smelling it from afar, there was a cry.

Wang Niang and Wang Dad don't know how many times they have cried in the past few days, how many times they have fainted, and they have children when they are old, and they are more important than life.

Although Zhifeng is young, he has always been sensible and steady, and he has been getting along day and night in the past few years, and he has served the old couple and kept filial piety. Suddenly, I heard that Zhifeng was trapped in a vortex when he was treating the flood, and although he didn't see the corpse emerge in the end, everyone knew that Young Master Zhi was afraid that he would not be spared nine deaths.

The two elders of the king's father and Wang Niang have not eaten a drop of water for several days, and they have not eaten a grain of rice, but they just murmur all day long, if something happens to their son, they will also go to Huangquan together to accompany the underworld.

Wang Niang was already in a trance, and sometimes got up in the middle of the night to cook taro, as if God knew that Feng would suddenly appear in front of her, dipped in white sugar and swallowed it, and she had to hold gruel next to her for fear that he would choke...

Linghua and Plum Blossom and the two daughters also cried all day long, accompanied by Uncle Jian Thirteen and Lie'er Wang Qiang, who had been waiting for the news with sad faces for several days, inside and outside the small courtyard, they really responded to that sentence, miserable and miserable!

In the backyard of the family members of the Ninghou Mansion, since the county lord of Qingyue heard the bad news of Zhifeng's death, he couldn't afford to be sick, and he was delicate and expensive in his body, although he also practiced martial arts and fitness every day, but after all, the playful component was greater than the specialization, and the physique was the weakest among the people in the Jian family.

Qingyue's cousin, the eldest lady of the Dingbian Hou family, Jian Xiaoyu, stood silently in front of the boudoir window all day long, the goose yellow robe fluttering and swaying with the breeze, but it couldn't take away the sorrow in her heart.

Since that meeting by leaning on the door, Miss Jane, who has always been clean and tidy, has never changed into the goose yellow coat she wears. After formally meeting Ning Hou and explaining in detail that it was impossible for Dingbian Hou to do such an unjust thing, Jian Xiaoyu rarely stepped out of his courtyard.

Zhifeng's military service to control the water is flourishing, but Jian Xiaoyu's smile and words are fading day by day, in addition to silently listening to the discussion of the women in the inner room about the war situation of the flood relief, he is more and more staying at home, which makes people worry about whether there is any emotional palpitation and depression.

In the past five days, the flood has eased, Zhifeng was killed, and the Hou Mansion was filled with a sense of sadness. Jian Xiaoyu is even more like a different person, standing in front of the window all day long, admiring the flowers without tears, watching the birds and birds not flying, and never saying a word again. The food brought in by the maid was hot and hot, and changed and changed, but there was no reduction in the slightest.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

Ning Hou and Mrs. Li finally found out about Jian Xiaoyu's abnormality, and they were even more secretly frightened, and they didn't know how this kid Feng had great skills to torture his daughters and nieces to the point that they were inhuman.

Maybe this is the process of youth, the price of love.

Tsing Yi Fang, Hou * Ting Xiulou, looking at the third string that had been plucked off today, Yao Xin sighed secretly, "I don't know if Gongzi Feng is alive or dead, but Yao Xin can't exert half of her strength, and she can't relieve a trace of sorrow, alas, the world is unpredictable, and God is jealous of talents." ”

If the string is broken, it can be continued, and if the music is destroyed, it can be rescored, but if a person goes away by a crane, can he still find it?

In front of him is the young man's soft whispering pointing out the obscurity of the piano song, the chic body when the voice is slow and vulgar, and the heart and mind of singing and harmony, Yaoxin can't play it anymore.

Bow your head and tear your clothes!

Lan Niang, who was in the vestibule, was also in a trance and upset these days.

Although it is not as good as the rest of the women's feelings for Zhifeng, after all, what Young Master Zhi has done during this period of time has made Lan Niang have a good impression of the young man.

After finding out more about it, Lan Niang has decided to win over Zhifeng at all costs, even if she can't take it for her own use, she must establish a good relationship, so that she can ask Zhifeng to help her at a certain time.

At present, the situation in the Dazhi court is secretive, and her Tsing Yi sect is helplessly involved, but Lan Niang is not optimistic about the development of the power struggle in the court.

In this situation, not leaving a way back for oneself is definitely not the work of Lan Niang, who has a deep mind and has read countless worlds.

It can be seen that Feng was killed, and Lan Niang's entire plan was suddenly disrupted, just like a beautiful piece of music interrupted by the loud sound of a bomb, and it was difficult to continue! "Alas, maybe it's time for a relayout!"

In addition to Wang Dad and Wang Niang, the most painful thing is the Fifth Rhyme girl who is sitting in a small courtyard in Jiaoyang County at the moment.

In the past five days, the fifth rhyme has not left the lake an inch, until the thousands of whirlpools have dispersed, revealing deep pits, until a hundred acres of land have collapsed and a deep stream has flowed out.

But the young man who hugged himself into his arms, the hero of the world who was so tired that he only had a breath left in his arms, what about him, people?

"People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this matter is difficult to complete, I hope people will last a long time, thousands of miles together!" , The high-pitched and passionate singing voice always rings in Zhiyun's ears from time to time, Miss Chanjuan, Sister Luna, can you make him turn around again, even if the heavens and the other side never see each other again, as long as he lives, live well!

scene by scene, I remembered the situation when I saw Zhifeng's ugly handwriting in the Earthquake Casino; remembered the appearance of the two of them galloping together on the way to the hurried journey, saving the people together; I think of the tears of bitterness and happiness when I confided my heart on the hills, and finally got the favor of my lover.

The fifth rhyme cried bitterly, but the tears had long since run out, the throat had long since dried up, and even the crying only made a retching of "ahhhhh

"Let me hug you!" , dear one, where are you, can you let me hug you?

I lived, and you died for saving me! Is there anything saddder than this?

Uncle Cheng, who was a witness to the breaking of the water that day, finally dragged his young lady back to Jiaoyang County five days later, but the scene of the breaking water always appeared in Uncle Cheng's mind and lingered.

On that day, in the hills, Uncle Cheng woke up to the exclamations of the sergeants, but he happened to see Zhifeng flying into the water from the shore, pulling up the fifth rhyme at the last moment, and throwing it far to the shore with the help of his strength, but he fell into the whirlpool at an amazing speed that Uncle Cheng had never seen, and disappeared in an instant!

How good it would be if the reaction force and the action force as defined by physics were in the same direction...

Unfortunately, there are no ifs!

So Zhifeng died...?

After a short period of stunned, her own young lady was like crazy and wanted to rush into the vortex to rescue Ailang, and the sergeants around her didn't care about the difference in identity between men and women, and four or five people held down Miss Zhiyun fiercely, until Uncle Cheng personally rushed over and knocked her unconscious.

In the next few days, the unforgettable scene of Uncle Cheng and the sergeants was staged over and over again, and the sergeants who went into the water with Zhifeng to clear the danger and the fifth rhyme were just like that and stood on the embankment, fighting day and night.

The autumn wind blew the long hair of Zhiyun, and the blistered skin of the sergeants blew away, and even more dispelled the hope in everyone's hearts that Zhifeng would survive!

If I could give him a chance to do it again, I would tell the man that I love him, and if I had to put a deadline on that love, I would like it to be 10,000 years!

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This chapter is written in this old paste this depressed.,I can't write it if I don't devote myself wholeheartedly.,Invested.,I'm going to die of discomfort first.,Just write less.,I really can't write it anymore.。 Damn, writing novels is really not a human thing, writing for three hours and being depressed for three hours, asking for tickets, flowers, collections, stamps, clicking, why am I so few!!!

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