At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, in the twenty-seventh year of Jianxing, the people of Daqi have just finished celebrating the annual Shangyuan Festival. From the thirteenth to the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, every house is tied to the lantern shed, drums and songs, and more than 1,000 lanterns are hung all the way, so it is not lively.

It's just that before people could react from this grand carnival, Daqi suddenly came up with two major events that shook the people's livelihood of the government and the opposition, which made the emperor quite angry.

One of them is the flooding of the Wuhu River in Jiangzhou. Since February, the temperature has risen, and the snow and ice on the Bishan and Chaduo Mountains have melted and poured into the upper reaches of the Wuhu River. After another heavy rainfall, the rainfall increased much more than in previous years, and the river broke through the Jiangzhou embankment and flooded the upper reaches. As a result, there are more than 40,000 corrupt official pavilions and private houses, which can be called a flood disaster that is rare in Jiangzhou for decades.

The second is that hundreds of households in Liyang submitted a joint blood letter, accusing the governor of Liyang and the chief and deputy magistrates of the general judgment of being co-located with cats and mice, bending the law for bribes, and using all means to oppress the people.

Before March, the Ministry of Industry played the site selection of the kiln in Liyang, and if the people's land was measured to build the kiln according to the law, the public land should be supplied, but because of the protection and connivance of the Liyang Zhizhou, the subordinate officials wantonly deducted the people's acres of land, and the people complained bitterly.

The people were deceived and had no land, and Emperor Jianxing was naturally furious, angrily reprimanded the officials of Liyang, and ordered that the Caosi of Jingping North Road, who was in charge of Liyang, immediately investigate the matter, and if it was true, it would be absolutely severely punished.

For a while, the tea shop and restaurant kept talking, talking about the terrible flooding of the Wuhu River, and sighing at the boldness of Liyang Zhizhou, but it was full of energy.

Pingcheng, which is more than 50 kilometers away, is very calm at this time, and Pingcheng is not subject to the supervision and control of the first-level supervision department of the road, and it is controlled independently.

In a high-gate house, a maid with a peach-colored back carried a bowl of noodle soup and went to the east chamber to give alms across the lotus picking path.

"Miss, breakfast is ready, but are you going to eat it in the room?" Pushing the door in, he put down his plate and whispered as he lifted the curtain in the middle of the room.

It's just that the next second the hand stopped in mid-air, and there was no figure in the boudoir, Qingzhi searched the entire garden, but could not find anyone, and his face gradually became flustered.

"Miss, where are you? Miss! "I was still lying in bed just now, but I don't know where this is going.

She couldn't help but worry in her heart, could it be that her previous illness was not completely cured, and she was crazy again?

I was thinking about whether to inform the adults, but I heard a voice coming from the right hallway, "I'm here." ”

trotted over, "Miss, where have you been, I can't find you anywhere, I thought it was ......"

Jing Ning's face softened, and she pressed the back of her slightly trembling hand, "It's just that the weather is very good, I went up to the watchtower to take a look, it doesn't matter." Didn't you say it, my previous stupidity and madness are now healed, I'm a normal person, and I'll be fine. ”

Qingzhi's brows furrowed, "Yes, Miss accidentally ate herbs a month ago, but when she woke up, she woke up to her senses. Besides, Miss is now more and more beautiful and bright, Qingzhi should be relieved, but it always feels unreal. ”

Jing Ning laughed at herself, "Perhaps, it's been stupid for too long." "After all, the original body has reached the twenty-eighth year.

Qingzhi was terrified, "It's the maid who doesn't choose what to say." ”

"I don't blame you." Jing Ning waved his hand and asked again, "Where is my father?" ”

"The adults went to the government after breakfast, and the cough worsened this morning, but the onset was much shallower than before."

sighed slightly, "I think it's because the doctor has used a lot of medicine this time." ”

Qingzhi's face was pious, "Miss, today Putuo Temple is preaching Zen, should we also go out and pray for your lord's health as soon as possible?" ”

"It's okay, you go and talk to the butler." ”

Steward Xue is the old man of the Xue family, and he has been by Xue Yi's side since more than ten years ago, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that Jing Ning was grown up by him. The young lady who has been stupid for sixteen years finally came to her senses a month ago due to misfortune, except for Xue Yi, the Xue family was most relieved and excited about him.

Because of the incident three years ago, after that, the adults almost didn't let the young lady go out alone, for fear of causing something in trouble. Now that they are sane, young people should also go out and walk around more.

It is easy to meet the master preaching Zen, and the crowd in Putuo Temple is surging. Climb to the mountain gate, and you can see the majestic hall of the six divisions. Peach horn cornices, glazed ridge beasts, layer by layer accumulation...... I'm afraid that most people outside Pingcheng would never have imagined that there is such a magnificent and lively place to worship Buddha in the barren and desolate land of Pingcheng.

Stop in front of Jingning Palace, clean your hands and make incense, worship three times to the Buddha body in the hall, and after a prayer, go down to the apse under the guidance of the monks in the temple to write and hang the blessing card.

"Is this the donor's own birthday?" There was an old man's voice behind him, and Jing Ning looked back to see that it was the old monk who had unsigned the sign next to the prayer tree.

The blessing card that fell on his hand was indeed a good birth date.

"The master asked, but what do you have to say?"

The old monk squinted his eyes lovingly, and his eyes always looked at her, "The benefactor's character is good, the wise man is noble, and I am afraid that he will not be an idle person in the future." ”

Jing Ning frowned slightly, she came here to pray for blessings, but it didn't mean that she believed in this numerology, this old man said it on the phone, and in her opinion, it was just nonsense. If the original body is very good, how can it end up with a sixteen-year-old idiot who died by eating herbs by mistake.

Due to etiquette, she replied with a bow, "I'm afraid that the master is wrong, I am just an ordinary person among all living beings, and I am definitely not a capable person." ”

The old monk smiled and looked at the blessing card again, "It won't be wrong, it won't be wrong, the donor will probably be great in the future, the extravagance is difficult to hide, and the bearing comes from it, that is, the hidden character is afraid that there is also a place to rely on the donor." ”

What kind of hidden characters, and what to rely on, the more you talk about it, the more bizarre it becomes. Jing Ning didn't want to talk to him more, only folded his hands and nodded, and walked back without saying a word.

When I arrived at the scripture hall, it was still early to talk about Zen, and some young girls couldn't bear to be bored, so they got together in twos and threes to talk and joke that Jingning had been confined in the house for many years, and no one knew her, let alone any friends in the boudoir. Fortunately, she didn't care much about it, so she and Qingzhi sat quietly on the side, a little quiet.

A woman in a purple skirt on the left lowered her voice, "My uncle came from Liyang yesterday, saying that now not only the Caosi transfer envoy from Jingping North Road has come, but also the pacification envoy of Shuai Si, it seems that this time it should be strictly investigated." ”

Another woman in a red dress sneered, "In my opinion, I can't find anything, even what about Jingping North Road, but it is in charge of the fifteen prefectures and counties in Jingping." I heard that there are people in the Zhizhou Dynasty in Liyang, so I dare to be so presumptuous. Besides, there are still some relatives of the emperor who committed the crime, where can Cao Si and Shuai Si move, but just take a scene and pull a few scapegoats out. ”

There are female officials in Daqi, and the folk customs have changed a lot compared with the previous dynasty, and it is not uncommon for women to discuss politics, but it is rare for a woman in a red dress to make such sharp remarks.

Jing Ning lowered his eyebrows, such a remark was pertinent, but it was not a good thing to be so straightforward in front of everyone.

No matter how important the major national affairs are, they are a little boring in the end. A group of twelve or thirteen-year-old girls knew so much, and after a little talk about one or two things, they immediately changed their minds.

I don't want to, it's related to her.

"I heard that the stupid lady of the Xue Governor's family is now here, and she seems to be no different from a normal person."

"When I first heard about it, I couldn't help but be scared. Anyway, I was demented for sixteen years, but I suddenly got better. ”

"Lord Xue is afraid that he is very happy, if it weren't for this Xue Jingning suddenly blocked the bluestone road three years ago, how could the son of the Jiang family fall off the horse. If King Huai hadn't been angry because of this, how could the former Zhengerpin Xue Jungong come from Huai'an, Kyoto, to this peaceful city. ”

"It is said that fools are blessed, but no, she can't feel the guilt of others......"

Jing Ning's face was unwavering, but Qingzhi became more and more angry the more she listened, her face turned red, and she was about to theorize.

Jing Ning waved her hand, signaling that she didn't have to be angry, her mouth was on others, what was there to argue about. Besides, even if the words are not good, they are also true, aren't they?

There are more and more people in the hall, sitting dull, thinking that it is better to go out to breathe.

Just as they were about to get up, the group of people changed their words again, saying that it was about the Wuhu River flood this time, and it seemed that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was going to Jiangzhou in person to instruct disaster relief and repair the embankment, and was planning to hand over the affairs of the East Palace to Song Boyan, the son of Song Guogong and a scholar of the Middle School, for the time being.

"When did you say it would leave?" Jing Ning sat up straight and couldn't help but ask.

Everyone turned their heads in surprise, and what caught their eyes was a Qingling woman wearing a lotus lotus skirt, and someone laughed after being slightly stunned, "The girl admires His Royal Highness the Prince?" ”