Fortunately, Xing Lao has been the prince's teacher for eight years, and he knows a lot about Liu Wencheng's temperament, and after briefly thinking about the prince's topic, he knows that this topic must be the ghost of Liu Wencheng's personal eunuch Feng Bao, and the prince will not come up with such a scoundrel topic.

Then Xing Lao frowned and ordered Mo Zhizhou and other officials from Ningzhou not to be nervous, and everyone took a big boat to Shunjiangkou to pick up people, just with his and Wei Zheng's old faces, the prince would not do this too much.

The so-called solution can only take one step at a time, if the prince's ship is really stopped at the mouth of the Shunjiang River and does not come in, then Ningzhou will make a big joke in the world of the Shun Dynasty, and it will be a shame to lose people, and the faces of Xing Lao and Wei Zheng will not look good.

Qiao Yue's boat was not suitable for a long journey, so it docked shortly after entering the mouth of the Shunjiang River, and then took a carriage and took a dry road towards Ningzhou.

Liu Wencheng's big ship chased desperately for a long time and couldn't see Qiao Yue's trace, Liu Wencheng was even more sure that Qiao Yue was a fairy, fairies are hard to find, if it was really so easy to see, then how could he be worthy of the title of fairy, therefore, Liu Wencheng was even more remorseful for his rudeness to Qiao Yue when they met before.

The boat went upstream, and the boat of Xing Lao and Mo Zhizhou went down the river, until the morning breeze was cool the next morning, when the two boats happened to meet on the Ningzhou River.

For a while, the scene was silent.

With the two old things Xing Lao and Wei Zheng here, Mo Zhizhou and other officials in Ning Prefecture are naturally much more relaxed.

Regarding the dissatisfaction in the prince's heart, Wei Zheng and Xing Lao naturally knew about their own family affairs, and when they saw Liu Wencheng, Xing Lao immediately said with a guilty face: "Your Highness has been tired all the way, fortunately, I am so miserable, I am ashamed of my old age, I and Lord Wei are unclear in the first battle of Black Cliff Mountain, and we hurriedly reported it, so that the emperor is worried, and His Royal Highness is tired, and I am guilty..."

Xing Lao stepped forward and knelt down, Wei Zheng's old body was also bowed to Xing Lao's words, and knelt down, as soon as the two people in their old age met, they would do such a big gift, and Liu Wen's little dissatisfaction suddenly disappeared.

Officialdom is like this, the prince gave them a question, but they didn't know that this was also a question given to the prince by Xing Lao and Wei Zheng, which seemed to be normal, but if the prince didn't handle it well a little, it would not be easy to chill the hearts of the old ministers of the three dynasties.

Seeing this, Liu Wencheng muttered in his heart, it was this kind of method of relying on the old and selling the old, but he still hurriedly stepped forward to help the two of them up: "The teacher and Master Wei are both my ministers of the humerus, and it is reasonable to neglect for a while, this dynasty Zhang Daren's army has won, and Lone should be congratulated by Daren Zhang and the Southern Regions army..."

Speaking of this, he looked left and right, and there was no figure of Zhang Meng in the crowd, he muttered in his heart, Zhang Meng, as the envoy of the Southern Regions, had long heard that he was in Ningzhou, so he avoided and did not come to see him, and frowned: "Hey, why don't you see Lord Zhang, is it because he has already returned to Changzhou in advance, and he is still a step late, and he has no time to offer a glass of celebration wine to Lord Zhang." ”

Wei Zheng finally straightened his knees, bowed tremblingly, and said: "Your Highness is angry, Lord Zhang is sick, and he has been sick in bed since he returned from Black Cliff Mountain, so he did not come to greet His Highness in person." ”

Both sides never mentioned the matter of moving mountains and opening roads, since the prince did not mention it, Mo Zhizhou and other officials in Ningzhou were naturally happy in their hearts, and they would not make themselves uncomfortable.

After a while, a singing and dancing banquet was set up on the big ship to catch the wind and wash the dust for the prince, which was a necessary process.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone was slightly drunk, Liu Wencheng suddenly walked out of the cabin with a cup, leaned on the railing, looked at the surging river, the green mountains on both sides, and a trace of melancholy rose in his heart for no reason, he said: "Master Xing, do you believe that there are really fairies in this world?" Believe it or not, I met the fairy before you came, and she helped you move the two mountains at the mouth of the river, so I came in. ”

Xing Lao's wide robe was hunting and undulating in the wind, he walked over with his steps, looked at the dissipating embankment on both banks, sighed, raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it all, his face was full of sadness, and he directly ignored Liu Wencheng's question and said: "The Ningzhou River is dry, this time in previous years is the flood season, the people are on the ground, food is a major matter of people's livelihood, there is no rain for a long time, if it doesn't rain again, the old man is worried that the people will be in chaos this year..."

Liu Wencheng turned his head to look at him, feeling bored in his heart, he asked about the fairy, but Xing Lao replied to him that it was a national matter, and this kind of old minister is not good at it, he will quote scriptures at every turn, and he is the people of the world at every turn, but his identity as a prince does not dare to say anything dissatisfied.

Wei Zheng didn't know when he came over, his gray beard trembled and said: "I heard that not only the Southern Regions, but also the twenty-eight prefectures of the Ten Prefectures of the Eastern Plains have been dry and rainless for a long time, and if a large area of grain is harvested this year, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

Looking at the sad face on his face, you can know that the worry Wei Zheng said is from the bottom of his heart.

Don't dare to slack off in the face of big things, Liu Wencheng also drank all the wine in the cup, and said with a sad face: "The teacher doesn't have to worry too much, the matter of rain comes from a certain number, manpower is invincible, the people are farmers, thousands of years like this, my Dashun Dynasty has a vast territory and endures, and now the treasury is full, how can I be stumped by this little thing." ”

The three of them were standing on the boat and talking about the topic of worrying about the country and the people, the big ship slowly and leisurely headed towards Ningzhou City, the boat was big, and it was against the current, and the speed was actually much slower than walking on land, but the prince didn't have anything important, it was naturally better to be slow, and everyone was happy.

Until noon the next day, a canopy boat about three feet long came out of the oblique spur on the river surface, and stopped in the center of the river, just blocking the channel of the prince's big boat.

Mo Zhizhou's face turned blue with fright, he came in too much hurry before, and he forgot to give the order to block the waterway, if the prince had an accident, he Mo Zhida would not be enough to cut off even a hundred heads.

Hulala ordered dozens of officials such as the head of the arrest, and he didn't need to ask what the situation was, and hurriedly confessed to the prince a few times, and the one who took the lead was going to lead someone to kill the general.

Unexpectedly, at this time, on the left side of the river, I don't know where to row a small boat, a woman about forty years old, dressed in a fiery red Luo robe on her body, with a slightly loose face covered with heavy makeup, holding a delicate pipa in her arms and half-covering her face, and standing on the boat, the figure looked like a little charm behind the big boat.

When the boat rowed over, the pipa fluctuated a few cold strings, and it could be seen that this woman was such a master, and the random fluctuating rhythm of a few sounds, an inexplicable desolation was outlined by her pipa sound. R1152