After seeing Bei Mingyi and Mu Xiaomeow, Bei Minglun sighed lightly, turned around and walked to the desk, and caught a glimpse of the rice paper on which Mu Xiaomeow wrote something when he left, and couldn't help but wonder. Driven by curiosity, I took a look at it and was shocked by the contents of the paper.

The beautiful and small words are so deeply imprinted in Bei Minglun's mind: stop taxes, build embankments, and gather all forces.

This is the way to deal with the flood!

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The sound of horses' hooves clattered through the silent streets, and the sky grew darker and darker, and the number of pedestrians on the road became less and less.

"Brother Yi, why are you so anxious?" Mu Xiaomeow's immature little hands tightly hugged Beiming's thin waist, and the bumps and strong shaking of the carriage made her feel weak and nauseous frequently.

Bei Mingyi's body was already covered with slimy sweat, and he gasped heavily: "I knew the way, so I'll pick you up tomorrow." He whispered angrily, with a little fear.

Mu Xiaomeow pursed her mouth aggrievedly, her big eyes were a little red, and her heart was like holding a lively rabbit. I always felt like something was wrong.

"Lord Wang, you support it, the old slave will speed up, and he will be able to reach the palace soon." The old man's impatient tone came from outside, mixed with the sound of messy horses' hooves and whirring wind.

"Please." Bei Mingyi thanked him softly, and his eyes, which were as clear as Mu Xiaomeow, began to dim and lose color.

"Brother Yi, what's wrong with you?" Mu Xiaomeow's tender voice asked hurriedly, and when she touched Bei Mingyi's scattered eyes, she was suddenly frightened.

Bei Mingyi pursed his lips slightly, silently, quietly hugged Mu Xiaomeow, and looked straight out of the carriage with unfocused eyes.

'Huh~' The carriage gradually stopped, and the curtain was suddenly lifted.

"Come, lord, the old slave will help you." The old man raised his sleeve, wiped the sweat from his forehead casually, and stretched out a hand.

Bei Mingyi nodded slightly, stretched out one hand to fumble, and when he touched the old man's hand, his anxious heart finally calmed down.

Mu Xiaomeow, who was in Bei Ming Yi's arms, carefully observed the strangeness of Bei Ming Yi, and couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "Brother Yi, what's wrong with you?" Hearing this, Bei Mingyi's actions paused slightly.

The old man's wrinkled eyes narrowed, and he sighed helplessly: "The prince can't see anything at night, so he ......"

"Uncle Liu!" Bei Mingyi sternly restrained the old man from the next words.