Chang Qianfo remembered that on the day he set off, Mu Dianke chased out of the city in the rain, her moist eyes were full of eagerness and hesitation, and she said, "No one is more important than you...... You... Do all in one's power. ”

Did she have expected this to be today?

But he couldn't let go.

It was a human life, and it was also an important and inseparable person in Mu Dianke's life.

Chang Qianfo tightened Qu Yu'er's hoops, and used all his strength to desperately swim upstream. There are also whirlpools and undercurrents in the green water lake outside Changjiabao, and he has encountered them more than once, so it's not impossible to give it a try.

A strong force pulled Qu Yu'er out of the crook of his arm.

In the dense surging whirlpool, Chang Qianfo couldn't see the person's face clearly, and only saw a faint outline: broad shoulders and long neck, extremely tall figure, it was undoubtedly Jin Yanchen.

Then, a powerful pincer-like hand tightened his ankle and dragged him down to the bottom of the river.

Inexplicable trust.

Later, Chang Qianfo recalled the situation at that time, and still felt incredible, at that moment of life and death, why did he choose to believe in Jin Yanchen and completely surrender his life.

Maybe he felt that Jin Yanchen had gone to great lengths to create this opportunity to fall into the water, not in order to take Qu Yu'er and pull him to the bottom of the river with a sinking corpse.

Maybe deep down in his heart, he always believed that no matter how much Jin Yanchen did to hurt Mu Dianke, he didn't really want to make her feel bad.

He has always been willing to treat others with kindness.

It was this kind of trust that saved his life.

Chang Qianfo didn't know that for three moments after he, Jin Yanchen, and Qu Yu'er fell into the river, there had been groups of kites disguised as giant birds wandering along the river under the Yunyan.

Each kite has a man-long box in its belly, and lies a killer with excellent eyesight, armed with a crossbow and quiver, ready to shoot at the floating head of the river.

Under Mu Cangping, there has never been a person who wants to kill but can't.

Jin Yanchen is an exception.

Eleven years ago, Jin Lianyin's big lie made Mu Cangping believe that Jin Yanchen was dead, gave up the pursuit, and let this fish slip through the net gradually become a climate in Mobei, thousands of miles away.

Eleven years later, Tan Zhou poured all his family wealth and did not hesitate to use the lives of dozens of Mumen people as bait, and carefully laid out a big situation to lure Jin Yanchen into the winery full of explosives, but because of Mu Dianke's alertness, Jin Yanchen was once again allowed to get out smoothly.

If a person is always succeeding, he is not likely to accept failure.

So this time, Mu Cangping still wants Jin Yanchen to die in the water, and he wants to let Tan Zhou's failed means succeed in his hands - gunpowder to blow up the mountain.

Persistent to this extent, it is not just a matter of killing a Jin Yanchen, but also to wash away the shame of the snow - at least Mu Cangping thinks it is a shame.

Therefore, he will never miss any link, leaving Jin Yanchen even a chance to escape.

Once you are swept into the whirlpool, you can't help yourself where you go.

Chang Qianfo was swept by the strong vortex, pulling, flipping and sinking, and he needed to squeeze every inch of consciousness in his mind hard to keep himself awake.

And sobriety is bound to be accompanied by great suffering.

He was in pain as if he had been torn apart, and he didn't know if the water was too cold or too fast, and the water around his body was like a steel needle, piercing his skin and flesh.

His whole body was almost numb with pain, and the only thing he could confirm was that the hand on his ankle never let go.

In this way, in this violent turmoil like torture, he did not know how long he endured, and the moment before he was about to lose consciousness, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, as if from the howling winter day of the wind, step into the warm spring.

The river water was gentle, holding his body and shaking it gently.

Chang Qianfo felt something poke him in the chest, stretched out his hand that still had some residual consciousness, grabbed the object, and reacted a moment late, it turned out to be an iron mask with an air bag.

The airbag was made of unknown materials, and it was filled hard and bulging, but it didn't explode, and it wasn't squeezed out of shape in the deep water.

Chang Qianfo fastened the mask to his face and fastened the iron hoop on the back of his head to ensure that the mask would not fall off when he swam.

After drifting for a while, he no longer felt any life around him - he should have wandered away from Jin Yanchen.

In the chaotic darkness, Chang Qianfo didn't know how long he had been drifting, and he didn't know how deep the water was, but from his body that was about to lose consciousness, from every crack of bone, desperately squeezed strength, supported himself, waved his hand, and went upstream.

Non-stop swimming.

Above his head, there was a beautiful face, like a strong light, illuminating the darkness that had no end in sight.

He had promised the man that he would return safely.

***

That night, Liu Yuan received an excerpt from the urgent report of the Chinese book in his dormitory.

Successive torrential rains caused the water level of the Yangtze River to rise, and the flood burst its banks, flooding four counties. Overnight, hundreds of miles of barren mountains and fertile fields were all reduced to a vast ocean, and the casualties were incalculable.

All Beijing officials above the fifth rank were knocked on the door at night and summoned into the palace.

The emperor's diligent intentions were commendable, but the results were not satisfactory.

After Emperor Wu seized power, he killed a lot of celebrities who dared to speak out, and in order to calm the public and invite people's hearts, he was a big official after the establishment of the dynasty. Emperor Wen was benevolent and weak, and several promotions of the reform of official governance ended in vain. The atmosphere of superficiality and laziness in the DPRK and China inherited from the previous dynasty and flourished in the present day, and the accumulation of disadvantages was so deep that it was not a day of coldness.

Now the Lord is suspicious, stubborn and self-determined, and the rewards and punishments are vague. In order to cater to the king, the courtiers formed a set of ways to do things.

Namely: do more, do less.

For example, things that are easy to see merit but not easy to make mistakes such as welcoming the mission, accepting marriages, presiding over banquets, and supervising the construction of the palace are all rushed to do.

As for leading troops to go on expeditions, reforming political affairs, and building embankments and defenses, which are related to the foundation of the country, and if you are not careful, you may be demoted and lose your position, or even lose your head, even if you pretend to be sick, you have to shirk it.

At present, these two things are one for emergency rescue and the other for disaster relief.

The former is a thankless task, and there is no drudgery to fish for, naturally no one wants to go, but fortunately, the general Fang Xian is a simple man, and he took his own body, and led the troops to set off that night.

This is easy to solve, but the difficult thing is to provide disaster relief and comfort to the people.

Fools also know that this is a big piece of fat meat, and how much of the white relief money goes to the victims, and how much goes into the pockets of officials, who knows.

What's more, if you don't care about it, you can't go wrong.

If it is done well, it is the effective coordination of disaster relief officials; If it is not done well, it is a serious disaster, and the people who do the work have no merit and hard work.

It has both benefits and the hearts of the people, and naturally everyone competes for it.

The forces of all sides have shown their magic and riveted their own people to push them up. After a night of noisy fighting, by the next hour, there was not a decent disaster relief plan.

Liu Yuan was so angry that he threw two of the best ice cracked porcelain cups.

At this time, he missed Rong Yi's days in the court.