Guanyin Nu was nervous and shy, her mind was empty, but she didn't want to run away, but she didn't dare to move forward.

"What? Don't you need to check the pulse first? The doctor treated me and didn't say anything, just checked my pulse first! ”

When Zhu saw Guanyin's shy appearance, he was overjoyed and put aside his crampedness for the time being.

Guanyin Nu lowered her head, Zhu looked at her, they were silent, but they had the same heart to mind.

Soon, Guanyinnu stood up, moved the round stool to the side of the bed, sat down decisively, and stretched out his hand to put his hand on Zhu's pulse.

After checking the pulse, she asked Zhu to stick out her tongue again.

"The pulse of the prince is fine, floating and weak, and the tongue coating is white and thick, but it doesn't seem to be a big problem, the cold evil only invades the skin surface, Wei Yang is contained, and it has not damaged the viscera, nor has it blocked the meridians, condenses the qi and blood, and can be cured by taking some herbs to dispel the wind and cold."

"Uh-huh." Zhu was dumbfounded. That's right, this is the Guanyin slave he likes, with the boldness of the Mongolians, the delicacy of the Han people, the decisiveness of men, and the tenderness of women.

Guanyin Nu always surprises him and always brings him great surprises.

"That's tiring."

"What are you talking about? The concubines don't do anything in the house every day, and they are pampered, which is really uncomfortable. The concubines hope that they can do something for the prince and share some worries, so that the concubines can feel at ease. ”

Guanyin Nu smiled slightly, shy and sweet.

The beautiful flowers opened one by one in front of Zhu Yi, and he could no longer suppress his emotions, and excitedly grabbed the hand of Guanyinnu.

Fu Youde wandered around Fengyang City for several days, he took off his military uniform and wore light robes and casual clothes, looking like an ordinary martial artist from a distance.

However, anyone who sees his eyes will avoid it. His eyes habitually shoot a fierce gaze when facing the enemy, and even if he is not armed, even when he is alone, he is still powerful and terrifying.

Since he killed the king of Yuanliao three years ago, Zhu Yuanzhang has framed him in Shanxi and Shaanxi.

Zhu Yuanzhang asked him to manage the soldiers there, with Tuntian as the main and drills as the supplement.

He lived a life that was too idle for him, not leading his army to go on expeditions, wandering around Shanxi and Shaanxi, seeing more hoes than knives and guns, and the bones of his whole body were rattling.

However, after three years, he also adapted to such days, and no matter how sharp the sword was, there was a day when it was sealed in the scabbard, and he began to think about his life after becoming a priest.

The civil and military ministers of the court all flocked to Fengyang to find the residence of Empress Zhishi, and they believed that Fengyang was the most glorious state capital after Yingtian.

This is Zhu Yuanzhang's hometown, the starting place of his participation in the Red Turban Army, and the location of Zhongdu.

The extravagance shrouded Fengyang Mansion, and the auspicious clouds looked down on Fengyang Mansion, what kind of arrangement would be more perfect than to live in such a place and be buried in the loess?

Fu Youde's mind was also deeply implanted with such thoughts. He didn't have any unique opinions, and his wisdom was all used up on the battlefield.

He knew which hill was suitable for garrison, which river could be ventured across, which dense forest harbored ambushes, and which piece of yellow sand was due to the flying of horses' hooves.

However, he can't understand numerology and luck, and his feats are all exchanged for his courage and his life. When it was time to not be desperate, he followed the wave and chased the stream.

Today was again nothing, and Fu Youde found that Buyi might not have told him the truth.

He attributed this to the fact that cloth clothes were not as honest as soldiers, that those who went to war with knives and guns would not beat around the bush, and that those who were in the market had to be opportunistic in order to survive.

In fact, he didn't know, Buyi was just afraid of him, so they had to say something unlucky and send him away. For example, this land is too alkaline to grow crops; The feng shui of this land is not good, which blocks the fortune; This land has been hanged, and children have seen that it has been haunted.

He wondered in his heart: The officials in the court and the central government all regard Fengyang as a treasure land of feng shui, why didn't he see a good piece of land?

The noon sky was as dark as dusk, and the dark clouds were clustered together, ready to rush to Fengyang City at any time. Thunder and lightning went hand in hand, splitting the sky in half.

Fu Youde hurried to the mansion.

After coming to Fengyang, he was warmly received by the prefect of Fengyang. After the prefect knew that he had come to buy land, he sincerely emptied the treasure chest and introduced what he thought was the best place to Fu Youde.

Fu Youde doesn't want it, he has his logic.

There are many ministers in the court who bought land here before him, and the prefect must have introduced them to the treasure land as he treated him so kindly, so the remaining land in the prefect's treasure chest is not the land that other ministers don't want, how can he pick up the bones left by others?

Before he arrived at the mansion, the pouring rain had already surrounded Fu Youde.

He didn't panic, knowing full well that panic is the worst quality when he is surrounded by enemies.

He covered his forehead with his hand so as not to obstruct his vision, and strode forward towards the palace with his head held high.

When he arrived at the gate of the mansion, the guard hurriedly handed over an umbrella: "Grandpa Guo, my subordinates should be damned, I didn't know you were still outside!" ”

He took the umbrella, did not squint, and said loudly: "Don't get in the way!" ”

For several days on end, the rain did not stop. Fu Youde had no choice but to stay in the government and practice his fists and feet to pass the time.

He refused the daily visits of the prefect, and he could not afford to lose a bad reputation.

His age is like having his back to the cliff, either there is a broad road ahead, and he can enjoy his old age with the glory of most of his life, or he will fall off the cliff with his hoof, and his old age will be ruined.

Prudence is more important than anything else, and he sees anyone in his heart as an enemy not to be taken lightly, including the emperor.

Torrential rains flooded rice paddies, washed down streets, and toppled houses.

It whistled by, whistling triumphantly; It soars upwards and rolls up a hundred-year-old tree.

The rain in Fengyang City seems to have been over in the past few days, but the rainstorm still has no intention of leaving.

The embankment of the broken river crept under the torrent, like a renegade general, giving away all the lives of Fengyang City.

Fu Youde put a sip of hot tea into his mouth, the sound of rain outside the window drowned out the sound of his tea, he felt that he was not happy to drink, sighed, shook his head, and put the teacup aside.

He knew the situation of Fengyang City, but he would not step forward beyond his authority.

Although he supervised the soldiers in Shanxi and Shaanxi and had some countermeasures against natural disasters, he was a man of military background and had to abide by strict discipline.

There was a knock on the door and a hoarse shout from the prefect: "Grandpa Guo! Grandpa Guo! ”

Fu Youde blackened his face and opened the door.

The prefect thought that his movement was too big to annoy Fu Youde, so he bowed his head and explained: "The rain is too loud......"

"What's the matter? Didn't you say you don't have to come? Fu Youde interrupted the prefect, and he was angry because the prefect didn't take his warning to heart.

"Your Majesty," the prefect hurriedly brought out Fu Youde's immediate boss, "The emperor summoned and ordered the grandfather of the country to deal with the Fengyang flood, and the lower officials assisted." ”

Fu Youde's eyes lit up, and he pulled the prefect into the door, and then closed the door, driving away some of the noise as much as possible.

"What, the emperor has summoned? What about the Holy Decree? What about the father-in-law? ”

"Holy Decree ......" The prefect's hands groped around his body to find a dry place, rubbed it vigorously a few times, and then reached into the most intimate layer of clothing, respectfully taking out the holy decree that had been properly kept.

"There are only heralds, and my father-in-law has not come, and the sedan chair cannot enter the city."

Fu Youde knelt down on his knees and took the holy decree with both hands. This is a rule that must not be changed under any circumstances.

After carefully reading the holy decree, he rolled up his sleeves as if he had been brewing for several days to control the floods in Fengyang City.

He's going to make a big deal, and he hasn't won a new feat for three years.

"Okay, this official will take on the responsibility of controlling the flood! Let's go, go to the lobby, and bring the map to the officer! Fu Youde gave a military order like a general.

"Yes, Grandpa Guo!" The prefect straightened his chest in response, and for the first time, a deep voice burst out of his throat, and he became the most effective soldier under Fu Youde's command.

The prefect trotted all the way in front to lead the way, and Fu Youde in the back strutted and was ready to go.

They passed through the second hall and the third Huaitai platform and came to the lobby.

The official immediately served the freshly made tea. After a sip of tea, the prefect had already brought the map.

"Grandpa Guo, please take a look!" The prefect didn't dare to gasp for air, and the flatulence that he couldn't exhale in time made his face red.

Fu Youde carefully looked at the map. He is familiar with the map and can see at a glance the highest points and the easiest positions to defend.

"Grandpa Guo, the flood in our Fengyang is mainly caused by the Huai River...... the prefect reminded him, thinking that he should also do his part.

Fu Youde's eyes widened, and the prefect hurriedly retracted the second half of his words.

In fact, Fu Youde glared not at the prefect, but at the map. The map deceived him, and he didn't see all the places he should see.

He hurriedly looked at the map again, combined with the results of his circle around Fengyang City in the past few days, and asked a question: "This is the river embankment?" ”

The prefect nodded vigorously, not daring to squeak again.

"There's only one flood prevention measure in the whole city?"

The prefect nodded again.

Fu Youde slapped the table and jumped like thunder: "The precautions are so weak, how can the enemy attack resist?" ”

The prefect's face was bloodless, he was afraid of Fu Youde's anger, and even more afraid that he would not understand his words.

Fu Youde raised his eyes and looked around, and despite the strong walls of the lobby, some strong rainwater still shot into the lobby from the panes like arrows.

He suddenly realized that he was not facing people, but the rain, and realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he remedied it in time: "This official came to ask you, is it the same to control the flood and march to war?" ”

The prefect nodded hurriedly, relieved, facing such a general with many quirks, it was lucky to be able to understand his question.