Li Zhenxiang has been in the northern cold for more than four months, but the weather in this cold country has changed from hot and dry to freezing, and there are gusts of cold wind blowing on the face, but it is more biting than the cold wind in Dongqiu and Xibang.

In Tian Khan's bedroom, Li Zhenxiang took some charcoal from the kitchen, put it in the brazier, and tinkered with the flames in the carbon basin, and a stream of heating blew up the entire Tian Khan's chamber.

Immediately, a wisp of clear water poured into the teapot sprinkled with a touch of the dragon well, and the hot mist rose in a curling stream, adding a touch of warmth to the khan's Qing palace that was shining with a faint firelight.

"Khan, the weather is cold and dry, the slave maid made a pot of Longjing fragrant tea to warm up the Khan, come, taste, this tea is brewed with the morning dew condensed on the green willow branches and leaves on the edge of the Yao Pond in the grove, and the fragrant tea fragrance is full of the sweetness of the morning dew of the blue pool, but it is the best in the tea."

Tian Khan heard that he took the fragrant tea in the girl's hand, took a sip, its water was sweet and fragrant, as the girl said, this is the best in the Northern Cold Tea.

It's just that Tian Khan only took a sip of this tea, and then put the tea on the table, and a sense of indifferent sadness hung on Tian Khan's forehead and eyebrows.

"Tian Khan, this tea is fragrant and sweet, this house is very dry and cold, why not drink a few more sips, but also warm up, this tea, not only can refresh people's hearts, but also refresh the mind, Khan, you are busy with government affairs, but you have to take care of your body."

After that, Zhenxiang took the fragrant tea, re-brewed a pot of water, and handed it to Tian Khan.

"Li Zhenxiang, the tea you poured is the first in my Northern Cold, but in the deep courtyard of this palace, although Ben Khan can drink such a fragrant tea, but I am far away in the people of the cold country who are suffering from drought in the Northern Cold, but it is difficult for them to find a drop of nectar, which makes Ben Khan safe in this palace and drink this cup of sweet dew that ordinary people can hardly find."

A gust of wind blew in through the small window of the wing, and actually overturned several pages of tissue paper on the Khan's case.

Seeing that the girl was a little curled, Tian Khan asked the girl to close the small window, so that he didn't have to serve himself like this, and he put himself next to the charcoal fire to roast and read.

The charcoal heating, the window is categorically not closed, the girl is to inform the khan about the charcoal poisoning, its statement is full of fun, as if telling a fairy tale, but it makes the depressed Tian Khan smile.

"Tian Khan, this story, isn't it funny?"

"Well, Li Zhenxiang, who did you learn from this talent?"

This remark is very admiring, but it seems to add a bit of magnetism, but it makes Li Zhenxiang stunned, but today's Tian Khan has lost his usual dignity of the 195th Five, and is more like ordinary people from ordinary people, who are very concerned about Li Zhenxiang.

"Some of the slave's literary and ink stories were learned in the slave's hometown, and they were all petty fights, and they couldn't be elegant, so the khan just listened to them at will."

"Hometown?"

Since Li Zhenxiang entered the palace, the word "hometown" has always been on her lips, and Khan doesn't know what the hometown this girl is talking about, so she continues to ask Zhenxiang to solve the doubts in her heart.

In this way, Li Zhenxiang's writing and thinking are like spring water, and he told all the stories in his hometown to Tian Khan, and his words can be described as endless, as if writing a long epic masterpiece.

"Li Zhenxiang, this person can still fly in the sky, swim in the water, transmit sound for thousands of miles, and see each other for thousands of miles? You are too mysterious, if you really have such a capable person, why am I still so worried about this drought in Beihan? ”

Hearing the Khan's words, Li Zhenxiang was going to make the Khan happy for a while, but since he entered the palace, the Khan was very troubled by the floods in the Northern Cold.

Although there is a small Yao pond in the grove on the outskirts of this imperial city, it is also a pool of water, and it is difficult to save the tens of millions of people in this cold country.

This girl looks at Yu Tian every day and is worried, she doesn't think about tea and dinner, she thinks about the people, and she is also panicked in her heart.

In this way, the girl is ruthless, and just a few days ago she gave the Khan an elixir, but she was transferred, showing a fierce and evil image, and she was unlucky.

In this way, she wanted to use this excuse to pretend to be the ancestors, so that His Majesty would no longer worry about this matter, and by the way, she would follow the ancients and try to solve the hidden danger of the northern cold and no water.

"Heavenly Khan!"

She bowed suddenly, and the fragrant tea was no longer served, and the coal was no longer tinkering, but she bowed her head, wanting to tell a few more strange stories to the Heavenly Khan.

"Tian Khan, there are a lot of stories about slaves and maids, do you want to hear the story of this rain god controlling water?"

"Rain...... Rain God? ”

"That's right, the God of Rain, it's the god of Ganlin possessed by the elixir sent by Prince Richa some time ago, do you want to hear it, it's definitely authentic!"

"The god of Ganlin?"

Tian Khan felt more and more that this matter was mysterious, this Li Zhenxiang even knew the matter of the rain god so clearly, and sighed whether this girl was the reincarnation of the immortal body.

His face was flushed, with a warm sunny look, and he listened carefully to Li Zhenxiang's slow words.

"According to legend, in the country of another world, there is a god of Ganlin, his name is Yang Guang......"

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"Oh, Li Zhenxiang, this god called Emperor Yang of Sui, why is it so unreliable, he actually attached the soul of Ganlin to every people, and asked them to dig the Grand Canal that runs through the north and south, how can this river be dug through, even if it can be dug out, how to deal with the junction of these two rivers, won't the huge torrent when this connection wash away the people?"

Tian Khan shook his head and smiled, saying that the old immortal of Emperor Yang of Sui in Li Zhenxiang's mouth was an unrealistic, declining god who brought disaster to the country and the people, and was not credible or credible.

Li Zhenxiang couldn't cry or laugh in the audience, this Emperor Yang of Sui has such outstanding achievements, can solve the flood, how is it unrealistic, this canal, as long as all the people work together, will be able to dig the river, and there are many glaciers in the north cold, you can also divert water from the glacier, dig directly, and introduce it into the city, the people will get water all day long, and Duan is no longer afraid of drought.

She looked at Tian Khan again, and felt that the technology of this other world was unfounded, and there was no substantive theory but it could not convince him, so she didn't say more, and continued to tell a few interesting myths and stories to make Tian Khan happy, so as to relieve the embarrassing atmosphere.

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At night, in Li Zhenxiang's room, white paper was printed with ink stains and spread on the table.

The girl raised her pen and carefully drew a map of the knowledge of water control that she had learned from the history books in her previous life, and wanted to present it to His Majesty the Heavenly Khan tomorrow, so as to persuade the Khan to control the water, and arrange for the Ministry of Industry to mobilize the people of the Northern Han to start digging the canal as soon as possible, so that the people in the arid areas could use the sweet spring dew.

Xiao Feng was swaying, and escaped into Li Zhenxiang's boudoir, the white paper on the table blew over a few sheets, Li Zhenxiang bent down to pick up the white paper, smiled, and then closed the small window, picked up the pen again, and drew a sketch.

"It depends on whether the craftsmen of the Northern Han can read the goods!"

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