After listening to Jingyun's speculation, Yiyun couldn't help but be dumbfounded, his anger rose slowly, and he scolded directly regardless of Fang Cai's punishment: "How much benefit did this third master promise the prefect of Lin'an, and he actually worked for him like this?!" After snorting a few times, when he saw the master's phoenix eyes coming, he lowered his momentum and didn't dare to make another time, and muttered in a low voice: "If you want me to say, this third master is a hypocrite, and he is also a 'virtuous king', which one of the virtuous kings have you seen who knew about the plague but didn't press it?" With such sinister intentions, he disregarded the victims of the disaster for his own selfish interests! I look at him, he's a real villain! ”

Yiyun scolded happily, but he didn't notice the wind and rain coming under his master's bland face.

Jiangnan.

The girl hasn't come back yet.

Duanhong walked out of Wukangmen and went straight to the private house outside Beijing, Xiao Changying had been waiting here for a long time. She knelt down to make tea, and when she saw Duanhong's face, she knew that it was done.

"Seeing that the third master is so happy, I want to come to this great credit for disaster relief, and the Holy Lord has already given it to you?"

"Not bad." The smile grooves on both sides of the bridge of Duanhong's nose deepened, and he looked extremely proud, and while ordering his subordinates to take wine, he held Xiao Changying's hand, and said with a smile in his eyes: "Thanks to you this time." ”

Xiao Changying smiled, her expression was not surprised or happy, as if she had already been sure, she spoke softly, while pouring tea into the pot.

"What the third master wants to thank is that this flood disaster happened to fulfill us."

"Not bad." Duanhong took the drink, drank a full glass, and swept away the depression of many days, "This is one of them, but you are quick to think and have planned for this early." ”

Xiao Changying hadn't been so happy for a long time, and chuckled: "That Master Li in Lin'an is also quite hard-working, I don't know what the third master rewarded him?" ”

"The Li family has a prefect's daughter, who is said to be very talented in appearance. He did everything possible to please me, relying on me, and wanted to make her daughter my princess after the big decision, so that she would be able to keep the glory and wealth of the family. ”

After listening, no one noticed the cold glint in her eyes.

"Third Master, will you do this?"

The two of them looked at each other with a slightly cold gaze, and they knew each other. In the case of such a serious epidemic, the prefect of Lin'an is afraid that it will be difficult to escape the crime, and the saint will punish it severely. Then the Li family's chess piece was abolished, why did he bother to make the saint unhappy by fishing in troubled waters?

"This man came to the door on his own, so why should I protect him again?" Duan Hong sneered, "It is said that this person is good at drilling camps, I think he is too eye-catching." Don't forget, he stood in line at the beginning with the fourth child, and I don't want to accept such a person who is easy to rebel. In the future, he willingly hurried to find himself, blaming him for being a shallow-eyed fool, but he can't blame me. ”

Xiao Changying understood what he meant, and her heart was greatly soothed.

"If you want to take refuge in the third master, it is far from enough to send a beauty. Besides, this Governor Li is not so easy to use, if he is really included in his command, he may cause some chaos in the future. The third master's consideration is really sage. ”

Duan Hong smiled proudly, looked at her and praised: "The beauty plan also depends on who it is, looking at it, who can compare to the intelligence and appearance of Miss Xiao San?" After praising him, Xiao Changying just smiled faintly and refilled him with wine. He shook his wine glass and suddenly frowned and asked, "However, where did the drawings for repairing the embankment come from?" ”

"Earlier, I happened to recruit a talent in this area. This man is a great help in our plans. ”

Duan Hong let out an "oh", his voice raised, and he became a little interested, "It's just that I've never heard you say it." ”

"It was a pleasant surprise. However, this person has a strange temperament, and if the time is ripe, I will introduce it to the third master. Xiao Changying refused the wine he handed over, and then heard him nod and ask, "Did you deal with the matter of your aunt and brother a while ago?" ”

"Yes."

Xiao Changying snapped her fingers, she had never been calculated this time, and she hated it so much when she thought about it.

"Don't worry, Third Master, there are only some finishes."

"You've always been careful, and I'm most at ease with you." Duanhong was drunk, took her hand, and hugged the person in his arms, he seemed to be drunk, and promised with love: "As soon as the big thing is done, you Xiao Changying will be the queen of my main palace." ”

When Xiao Changying heard this, her heart was happy. As long as you can sit in that position, you can do anything.

Here, Song Yansheng took the letter and walked to his grandfather Song Xiaodu's study, and the old man didn't eat and sleep well for a few days. She originally thought that Jiang Nan and her entourage would be able to return to Beijing soon, but at the moment, she didn't know how long she would stay.

Song Xiaodu glanced at the contents of the letter, was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

Grandmother sat beside him and slowly massaged his shoulder blades, her brow furrowed. Grandmother has never cared about political affairs, but she just watched the old man worry about one thing after another, and she herself was a fierce temper, and after reading the content of the letter, she immediately became angry.

"These dogs, black-hearted goods who deceive the upper and lower levels! The disaster is imminent, and I wonder how the disaster relief officials have not yet arrived, and it turns out that the news has been suppressed by these pickled dog officials! ”

"The Fujiang River burst its embankment, and the river is still pouring in, and all the victims are the people. They want to hide from the world, but how can tens of thousands of victims be dragged out! ”

"Grandfather, although the Holy One knows it now, far water can't quench the thirst of the near." Song Yansheng sat aside, frowned and listened in silence before hesitating: "Yangzhou granary is in a hurry, and the displaced people are pouring in in large numbers, and my uncle is ...... there."

Before he finished speaking, Song Zhi quickly ran into the inner study under the escort of the servant umbrella. He came home earlier than usual, and seeing that his face was not right, he probably brought back bad news.

The old man has gone through three dynasties and is the most calm. The worst-case scenario is now, and nothing else will make the situation worse.

"Sit down and speak slowly." looked at Song Meichang, the eldest brother who entered the courtyard later, and looked anxious, so he put the teacup and said, "Brother Chang also come in." ”

The two pillars of the big room sat down and took a few sips, Song Zhi didn't even bother to take a sip of tea, looked at the old man and said, "Father, the disaster relief officials sent it down today." ”

Song Yansheng was strange when she heard it, and then her grandmother beckoned her to the back screen, leaving the study room for them to discuss.

"You girl, you have to listen to everything. This is the men's business, they have their own way, you little girl's family, listen to these things. ”

She turned around three times and walked to the door only to hear a low voice from there: "...... Pan Zongjiang...... The third son of the emperor is also in the column. Her heart jumped, and her steps paused. If you listen carefully, you can't hear anything in the blur.

I don't say who Pan Zongjiang is for the time being, but this third son of the emperor, Duanhong, is an ambitious smiling tiger, she has lived a new life and can see it thoroughly. If disaster relief involves this person, she intuitively doesn't have a good idea. It's no wonder that she thinks too much, and the next day at sunset, another urgent letter from Yuan Ying came, and the messenger said that for this letter, he ran to death a horse.

She glanced at the date, which was only a day away from the last one. She had a gut feeling that something was important, so she hurried back to her room to read the letter. I met a few girls in a hurry in the corridor, and when I asked, I found out that the eighth girl was sick.

The seventh girl, Song Shusheng, is not getting better, and the eighth girl is also sick.

Song Yansheng stopped walking, turned around and went to Song Qisheng's Purple Spirit Pavilion again. It just so happened that Aunt Zhao was also there, her eyes were blue and black, and she didn't sleep well when she thought about it.

"The sixth girl is here."

The girl who picked the curtain for her quietly lowered the curtain again, and the footsteps were all soft, not even a trace of heavy breathing. And so it was with the servants who served in the room.

Song Qisheng was stained with the light of her eldest brother Song Meichang, and she has been coquettish since she was a child. She suddenly fell ill, and the entire Purple Spirit Pavilion was eager to turn the sky upside down. Compared with Song Shusheng in the blue yarn cabinet, these two treatments are really heaven and earth.

These eight girls couldn't stand the pain the most, and now they were awake, with a blushing face, leaning on the big pillow and eating sweet soup. She was uncomfortable, so she couldn't see others comfortable, either instructing the maid to fan the bird, or blaming the cook for not eating the soup. When Song Yansheng arrived in the inner wing, she was smashing things irritably beside the bed.

When Aunt Zhao saw her coming, her face couldn't help but stiffen, and she squatted down and saluted in embarrassment and invited her to take a seat.

Song Yansheng looked at Song Qisheng, he didn't look sick, and the whole person was still the usual tiger. She looked at her aunt and asked, "Eighth sister, what's wrong with this?" ”

"Lang Zhong has come to see it, and said that the person who was cold at night had a low-grade fever, and it was not a big deal, so he had to rest and recuperate for a few days."

Song Qisheng saw her coming, but he restrained a little, and came out to interrupt her aunt and shouted, "Sixth sister, have you come to see me?" ”

The maids were busy, cleaned up the mess on the ground, and listened to the orders to burn incense to remove the smell of medicine. She sat through a curtain and listened to her shouting on the bed without thinking: "Sixth sister, my illness must have come from Song Shusheng!" She has been sick and weak for many years, and now she has passed it all on to me! ”

When Aunt Zhao heard this, she immediately reprimanded: "Chess! Hugh is going to talk nonsense! You yourself are sick with greed, why bother with your seventh sister! ”

Song Qisheng was still a little afraid of her mother-in-law, so she hummed a few times on the bed, and then didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Sixth girl, she has been spoiled by her master since she was a child, and she doesn't want to open her mouth to say anything. She didn't have any bad intentions, but she was sick and irritable, so she didn't choose what to say. "This Aunt Zhao is very respectfully blessed.

Song Yansheng saw her behaving like this, so he smiled good-naturedly and said, "The eighth sister is naïve and reckless, so my uncle dotes on her." My aunt got up, the eighth sister is still sick, I'll take a look and leave, so I won't disturb her rest. ”

Aunt Zhao hurriedly got up and personally sent her to the door. Song Yansheng turned around and left with Hengbo, and the smile gradually faded when he turned around.

Wrong.

Nothing is quite right.

"Girl, eight girls in the room...... Especially in the inner compartment, is there a strange smell? It doesn't smell like boiled medicinal soup, intermittently, indescribably weird. ”