Yan Qingzhen dared to tell the truth, just knowing that there was nothing the Holy Lord could do about him.

Most of the people now believe in Yan Qing Zhenren, even if the Holy Lord decrees that real people talk nonsense, they can be blocked, but they can't win the trust of the people.

The saint rubbed his eyebrows, even if he told the truth, no one believed him.

Besides, you can't tell the truth yet.

So that the people know that the treasury is empty? That's going to be a mess.

When the treasury was empty, he also built a palace for Concubine Yu? Then his beloved concubine is really going to sit on the name of Daji and praise.

The saint is reluctant to let the concubine suffer such grievances.

He secretly took a deep breath and looked at Yan Qingzhen in a deep voice: "You dare to say anything, aren't you afraid that I will cut you?" ”

"What is the Holy Lord doing in the Poor Dao?" Yan Qingzhen asked rhetorically, there was no fear in his shallow smile, "You can't find a Taoist to come out and do things for you in the name of poor Dao after you cut down the poor road, right?" ”

The Holy One did not speak.

He really had that idea.

It's just that there are many people in Beijing who have seen Yanqing Daochang, and there are always people who will recognize the court officials, the Taoist priests on the West Mountain, and the people in the city who have gone to ask for a signature.

The saint looked Yan Qingzhen up and down, and said, "Is that real person willing to do something for me?" ”

Yan Qingzhen only smiled silently.

The conversation only came here, and it seemed that many things were explained, but in fact, it was almost the same as not saying anything.

The saint thought for a while and said, "Let's draw a picture of the Heart-Nourishing Palace for me, and as seen by the real person, how this Heart-Nourishing Palace was built, where it was built, when it started, and when it was completed, all of them were written." ”

Yan Qingzhen didn't refuse, but said: "Painting by the poor road, the money spent is too much." ”

The saint didn't say anything more, and only asked the inner servant to lead Yan Qingzhen to withdraw.

The palace arranged a residence for Yan Qingzhen, a small palace room, which was extremely simple, not like a luxurious palace, but like a pure Taoist temple.

Yan Qingzhen was very satisfied with this place, for a few hours, walking around inside and out, looking at the green trees in the patio for a while, and looking at the water tank in the corner of the wall for a while, touching his beard and asking the little waiter on the side: "You say, do you want to raise two fish?" ”

The little chamberlain is called Liang He, and he recognized Liang Song, the leading chamberlain in the imperial study, as his godfather.

Liang Song was quite decent in front of the saint, and after accepting this godson, he gave him the surname Liang and kept him by his side for a few years.

Yan Qingzhen entered the palace, and the saint wanted to arrange people around him, so Liang Song recommended Liang He.

Liang He had been observing this rumored divine Taoist, and when he asked, he said, "What kind of fish do real people want to raise?" ”

"What kind of fish is fish," Yan Qingzhen said, "the difference is that they are raised in rivers, lakes and seas, or in this small water tank." ”

There was some deep meaning in these words, and Liang He heard some of them, but he felt that he didn't understand them all, so he simply smiled and didn't ask more.

Seeing that Yan Qingzhen was wandering around all day, Liang He still couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "Don't real people draw?" The Holy Lord, please draw the palace of the heart. ”

"What do you draw for?" Yan Qingzhen took a sip of tea, "He asked me to paint, and I want to paint?" If I finish it, will he be able to build it? There is no money to build on the left and right, what do you do with the drawing? Is there any silver left in his treasury to be hung in the royal study by the Holy One, and every day he is gone? ”

If he was so rebellious, Liang He just hung his head and kept silent.

The Empress Dowager also knew that Yan Qingzhen had entered the palace, and she invited the real person to the Cixin Palace.

"The mourning family heard that the real person came from the two lakes, what happened to the disaster in the two lakes?" The Queen Mother asked.

Yan Qingzhen 1510, without the slightest concealment, carefully told the Queen Mother about the disaster, which he saw with his own eyes, not so much a mess, but a human tragedy.

The Queen Mother leaned on the pillow and let out a long sigh.

Yan Qingzhen said: "All dynasties and generations have natural and man-made disasters, and the water situation in the waters of the two lakes has been a difficult problem since ancient times......"

The Empress Dowager waved her hand and stopped Yan Qingzhen's words.

How could she not know about natural and man-made disasters? Natural disasters are beyond the reach of manpower, but man-made disasters are different.

The dam burst that has only been re-established for six years, whether it is a natural disaster or a hidden danger of man-made disasters, has not yet been determined, but the Queen Mother has a faint answer in her heart.

The Empress Dowager asked about the conversation in the imperial study, and when she learned that the saint's mind was still in the Heart Cultivation Palace, there was a bit of anger between her eyebrows.

Yan Qingzhen said: "Queen Mother, instead of worrying about that, you should take care of your body." ”

Hearing this, the Queen Mother raised her eyelids and asked tentatively: "Then according to what real people see, how much candy can the mourning family eat every day?" ”

As soon as these words came out, several grandmothers and palace maids widened their eyes and looked straight at Yan Qingzhen, afraid that he would say something "eat as you like".

Yan Qingzhen raised his hand, his palm was flattened, and his five fingers were separated.

The Queen Mother said happily: "A handful? ”

The real man's hand stood up.

The Queen Mother's joy was less for a moment: "Five? ”

After speaking, she watched Yan Qingzhen clench his four fingers into a fist, leaving only his index finger standing.

"Queen Mother, you can only eat one." Truly humane.

The queen mother's smile was completely gone, and she was puffed up, but the ladies of the palace were all blushing, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

That afternoon, Tingfeng got the letter from Pearl Lane, he pinched it, and it felt quite thick.

Han Lei replied to Jiang Shiyu and the eldest princess of Anyang, cleaned up briefly, and went back to Lianghu early the next morning.

Hurried all the way, and when he arrived at Jingzhou Mansion, Han Lei knew that Jiang Muyuan was not in the city.

Li Tongzhi had a bitter face and said: "The news came the day before yesterday, there was an epidemic in Dong'an County under the rule of Yongzhou Mansion, and the little grandfather rushed there with people on the same day. ”

Han Lei was surprised when he heard this: "Yongzhou Mansion was not affected this time, why did there be an epidemic?" ”

"Not really!" Li Tongzhi shook his head again and again, "Who knows how it was initiated, the two lakes are not big, they are not small, then Dong'an County has not been affected by the slightest water situation, and it can't fight with the eight poles of the disaster, we have prevented it day and night in the affected places, although there are also some common diseases, but they have not spread, where would I think that Dong'an would have an accident." ”

As he was talking, the official came and said that Jiang Muyuan was back.

Jiang Muyuan was dusty, just looking at his clothes, Han Lei guessed that their master had not closed his eyes in the past few days.

There was an epidemic in Dong'an County, Jiang Muyuan went to understand the situation, arranged manpower, and hurried back.

He is not a doctor, and it is useless to stay in the local area, besides, the most affected places still need him to keep an eye on in Jingzhou Mansion.

Li Tongzhi came up and hurriedly said, "Little grandfather, what's going on?" ”

"I heard that there was a disaster, so I fled all the way to Dong'an to join my relatives and friends." Jiang Muyuan answered, saw Han Lei coming back, and beckoned him into the study.

Han Lei handed him a few letters and said, "The letter from the eldest princess, the county lord, Miss Gu, and Tingfeng." ”

Jiang Muyuan was about to change his clothes, and he paused when he heard the words, and among those names, he heard something unusual.

Turning around, Jiang Muyuan smiled and said, "Miss Gu? ”