The high terrain of Gufu is not yet the case, but other low-lying areas in Kyoto are already flooded. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

People are having difficulty traveling.

Gradually, the disaster came from the south, some rice fields were flooded, some houses were washed away by the flood, and adults and children waded through the water and fled to high places.

The bustling markets are gone, shops are closed, boats and cars are difficult, and the prices of oil, salt, rice and other miscellaneous grains are soaring.

After the drought, there will be a big flood, Gu Xinyu is right.

Fortunately, she had already talked to her father about this matter a few times, and then Gu Jinyu began to report it to Fu Shu.

When the emperor attached great importance to it, this time he exhausted the strength of the treasury and purchased a large number of materials in advance and began to hoard.

At present, the officials in the Jiangnan area and the hundreds of officials of the imperial court are so busy with the disaster relief that they cannot even go back to their homes, and it is urgent to rush to collect the grain, store the grain, dredge the canals, and build embankments, as well as evacuate the people, resettle the victims, and transport grain and clothing to the disaster area.

Almost no one can sleep peacefully, and the emperor ordered Prime Minister Gu Jinyu to command the overall situation.

Other officials in Kyoto were also not idle, and they threw themselves into the ranks of disaster relief to minimize the damage.

And Gu Xinyu handed over half of the profits from the sale of porcelain to his father.

In the past, the south of the Yangtze River was a good scenery, the fish and birds traveled in the world, and the sky was blue and the clouds read aloud......

The childish chanting was gone, the sky was blue and the sky was covered by the water, and the beautiful scenery of the sky and water became the fear in the eyes of the victims.

Their godless eyes looked at the water-covered land, and there was only one thought in their hearts - when will the rain stop?

After several days of drought, the long-awaited rain finally came, and everyone's ecstatic expression was still in front of them, looking forward to a good harvest and abundant food and clothing to celebrate the New Year.

The joy on his face had just been hung up, and the continuous heavy rain had dispelled everyone's hopes, and the torrential rain caused disasters, destroyed houses and broken bridges, and waited for the ears of rice to soak in water like rotten weeds, and the people's hard work was gone.

Fortunately, the wind and rain are merciless, and there is love in the world.

The house is gone, but the people are still there.

A lot of crops were lost, but the land was still there, and when the weather cleared, people were able to get back on their feet.

The imperial court's disaster relief was also considered timely, and the damage was minimized.

Although the disaster was devastating, it was able to cope with it.

And Zhou Muhan was not idle, he had already mobilized soldiers and horses to go to the hard-hit area.

Gu Xinyu suddenly remembered what he promised Fu Shu, and whether the rainstorm in Jiangnan was caused by a cultivator?

Once this idea is born, it quickly takes root and sprouts, and grows like a wild grass in the bottom of my heart.

Gu Xinyu sat in the flower hall, and it was still rainy outside.

She dismissed the maid who was waiting, and told her that she was not allowed to come in and disturb her rest without a greeting.

The maids bowed their heads in order, then fell backwards to the threshold, and together they turned and left.

After all the figures disappeared, Gu Xinyu shook the bell in his purse.

When he saw Dong Xuanjun in front of him, Gu Xinyu realized that he didn't seem to have seen him for a long time.

"I'm calling you today because of two things I want to ask." After Gu Xinyu greeted him, he didn't continue to be polite, but said it directly.

"You ask!" Dong Xuanjun sat on the Taishi chair on the other side, gently sipping the fragrant tea that Gu Xinyu poured for him.

Then his eyebrows gradually relaxed, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Even though he had summoned him because he thought of it, he felt very happy in his heart at this time.

"The proprietor, Master Guiyi and Qin Tianjian can see from the stargazing at night that the Natal Star of the First Emperor who should have disappeared is now lit up again, maybe the First Emperor did not die, but was saved by someone who cultivated the truth, I guess it is the old demon Zichen?"

Gu Xinyu was not tactful, she really felt that being with the proprietor was like being with a friend, so she naturally said her guess.

"And this?" The proprietor was a little surprised.

In addition to being obsessed with cultivation, he never paid attention to other Hongchen matters and did not involve them, so as not to plant cause and effect and become a demon in his future cultivation.

However, he raised his eyes at Gu Xinyu and knew in his heart that the woman in front of him might be an exception.

"Yes, looking at this world, those who can have this kind of ability, except for you cultivators, no one else can do it at all."

Dong Xuanjun nodded, what Gu Xinyu said made sense, so he raised his eyebrows slightly, and a dark light crossed his half-closed eyes.

In a thought, he knew what was going on.

Not to mention, Gu Xinyu guessed very correctly, it was really a good thing done by Zichen Old Devil, but unfortunately now there is more air intake and less air out.

He felt that this Zichen was simply unreasonable sometimes, what was the point of doing such a thing.

Isn't it good to go with the flow, whether or not an oracle exists?

"You're right, now that emperor is in Zichen's cave mansion with his chief manager, but he won't live for a few days."

The body of a mortal who is going against the sky is not comparable to a cultivator who goes against the sky at all.

So even if you barely live, it's miserable.

"Then what should I do, what does Old Demon Zichen mean, what are you doing with these two people in the mansion? Proprietor, can you talk to him and let them back? ”

Gu Xinyu felt unbelievable, this Zichen old demon was not psychopathic, how could he keep a dying person in the cave.

"Maybe I forgot, I see that those two people are in the back of the cave, even if they don't die of illness, they will starve to death if they think about it."

"So what now?" Gu Xinyu asked a little anxiously.

I didn't hear the news, but now that I hear the news, I feel that this is too much.

When mortals die, they all pay attention to one to enter the ground for peace, but what is the scene now.

"Don't worry, I'll go find him in a moment." The proprietor replied lightly, and then asked, "What is one more thing?" ”

Gu Xinyu raised his eyes and looked at the proprietor who did not touch a drop of mortal air, his body was also dry at this time, obviously this kind of weather would not cause him any trouble at all.

So, she asked softly tentatively, "Does the torrential rain and waterlogging in Jiangnan have anything to do with the cultivators?" ”

Dong Xuanjun was stunned for a moment, then shook his head directly, and only looked at Gu Xinyu funny for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Even if you cultivate to my level, you can't do such a large-scale rainfall, it's not the result of the intervention of cultivators, this is a normal disaster, don't think about it." ”

"Hehe, that's really embarrassing, I still doubt you, come, try this, it's my new snack, it's very fragrant to eat with fragrant tea," (To be continued.) )