Emperor Joan of Arc laughed angrily, and drove Wen Qingwu away with a handkerchief, "Stay away from me, flamboyant thing." ”

Wen Qingwu was pushed away by him. Emperor Joan of Arc put down the glass bowl and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

After putting away the glass bowl and serving it to the little slave next to her, Wen Qingwu looked back at Emperor Joan of Arc, "Is the emperor worried about the recent floods?" She asked in a whisper, looking at the face of Emperor Joan of Arc.

Emperor Zhende ignored Wen Qingwu's words, looked at the excerpt for a while, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, you have been in Luoyang for so long, how is the disaster over there?" ”

When he left Luoyang in a hurry, it was still spring. There has never been a flood anywhere. And Wen Qingwu stayed there after this flood season, and completely waited for the disaster to pass before coming back, which should also be seen.

Wen Qingwu raised his eyebrows and lowered his head and replied: "Back to everyone, the slave maid has been in the Luoyang Palace when the water rises, the water is quite big, flooding the entire palace, washing away the left door, the ten on the central axis including the Yuan Hall and the Feixiang Palace, and the eyes swept over the several folds spread out in front of Emperor Joan of Arc.

The above is the excerpts handed over by the officials in Luoyang, all of which are related to the disaster. He asked himself anyway.

The emperor's mind is indeed heavy.

Wen Qingwu's mind was that Emperor Zhende naturally didn't think about it, just listened to her words and frowned, Wen Qingwu stopped as he spoke, and continued: "After the water recedes, the palace is fine, but in Luoyang City, the disaster is quite serious. Flash"

"You're out of the palace?" Emperor Joan of Arc immediately heard the point, and turned his head to look at Wen Qingwu with raised eyebrows.

Wen Qingwu's face remained unchanged, and he replied honestly: "Back to everyone, the slave maid saw that the palace with a very high foundation was flooded like that, and thought that the disaster in the city must be very serious. The slave maid is serving by the side of the Son of Heaven, and everyone wants to pay attention to the affairs of the people, and they will definitely be asked when they return from Luoyang, so they took it upon themselves to go to the palace. ”

Hearing Wen Qingwu's explanation, Emperor Zhende's face was still the same, and he couldn't see what attitude he had towards her behavior. After a while, he asked, "What is the situation in Luoyang City?" ”

"Back to everyone, Luoyang is full of water from the east gate to the royal street, about two feet to a depth of one zhang. Especially near the Luo River, the embankment has been washed away, and the slaves and maids have come out."

"Wait." Emperor Joan of Arc suddenly raised his hand and stopped Wen Qingwu from continuing, "You just said that the water potential of the Luo River has washed away the embankment?" ”

"Exactly." Wen Qingwu responded.

Emperor Joan of Arc looked at the empty hall and pondered.

Why isn't there any mention of this in the excerpt?

After a while, he hesitated and said, "No." "The water potential that can be blocked by the Luoyang River embankment is dripping thousands of catties, either the water speed is greater than this, or the water potential overflows the river embankment. But no matter what it is, according to the rainfall sent by the Qin Tianjian stationed in Luoyang before, it will not be able to break the river embankment.

Wen Qingwu didn't speak, lowered her head.

Emperor Zhende pondered for a long time, then turned his head to look at Wen Qingwu, "You say, the depth of the water from the East Gate to the Royal Street is two feet to one zhang?" ”

"I guess it should be." Wen Qingwu replied.

"Two feet to a foot?" Joan of Arc muttered, "How do you know? Have you ever tested it? He asked again.

"No, it was the slave who saw it." Wen Qingwu replied.

"Can you see the depth of the water with the naked eye?" Emperor Joan of Arc was a little surprised.

"Yes." Wen Qingwu said, still lowering his eyebrows, looking honest and peaceful.

Hearing Wen Qingwu's words, Emperor Joan of Arc believed it. He didn't believe how powerful she was, but he was sure that Wen Qingwu didn't dare to lie to him.

Turning around, he looked down at the fold in his hand and pondered for a while.

There was silence in the Zichen Hall for a long time, and Emperor Zhende said, "Go on." ”

Wen Qingwu continued to speak and said slowly: "When the slave maid left the palace, the rain had stopped. When I went out, the Luoyang government was dealing with the disaster situation, and several sheds were erected, and the slaves and maids went to the western suburbs, and the victims were building temporary sheds, and the porridge and food distributed and the resettlement of the victims were in accordance with the process. ”

"Do you know the process of resettlement of the victims?" Emperor Joan of Arc looked at Wen Qingwu and asked, surprised again. The resettlement of the victims is not necessarily known to ordinary officials who are not in charge.

"Back to everyone, since the slave maid felt that the rainy season was coming, I went to the bookstore in Luoyang to borrow the copywriting books about the floods in various parts of the imperial court and the treatment and resettlement of the disaster victims, and I understood a thing or two about the resettlement of the disaster victims." Wen Qingwu replied very humbly.

But Emperor Joan of Arc was once again not calm. He propped up the dragon chair and adjusted his sitting posture, turned to face Wen Qingwu, and his tone was surprised unchanged or even heavier, "Feel the rainy season coming?" Will you count the days?! ”

"It's impossible to say that it's the sky," Wen Qingwu said in a low and timid voice, "It's just that you can watch the sky on weekdays, and you can roughly know whether it's sunny or rainy behind." Whether there is a solar or lunar eclipse. ”

"Not only can you count the sky, but you can also watch the eclipse of the sun and the moon?" Emperor Joan of Arc said, he didn't believe it anymore, "You are so powerful? If you don't go to heaven and stay by my side to be a slave, won't you give in and cry fast? ”

In addition to the supervisor Li Chunfeng and a few astrologers in the Qin Heavenly Prison, not to mention the solar and lunar eclipses, even ordinary clouds and sunny days cannot be seen. And looking at the rainy season is not just to see the rain and sunshine, but to deduce and calculate extremely complicated.

Not necessarily.

"The slave is a woman." Wen Qingwu glanced at Emperor Joan of Arc cowardly, "No matter how powerful you are, you can't go to heaven." ”

Emperor Zhende looked at Wen Qingwu uncertainly, and after a long time, he slowly withdrew his gaze and said to himself: "The strange student Wei Xuancheng said that if you are a man, you will become a pillar of the court." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and saw the fold on the table again, "What do you think of the disaster in Luoyang?" ”

Fang only asked her what she saw, and now asked her what she thought.

Regarding the slight change in Emperor Joande's attitude towards her, Wen Qingwu did not dare to take it lightly. Emperor Joan of Arc made a special trip to ask about the embankment of the Luo River, and if he wanted to ask her what she thought of it, he must also want to ask about the Luo River, her observations and opinions, and even the strangeness of the river.

The emperor has not been in vain for so many years, and his mind is very clear.

It's just that Wen Qingwu knows better that he is not suitable to deal with the matter of beak Luohe at all now. If the Ministry of Industry in Luoyang is really involved in the greed for ink, the Ministry of Industry is in charge of the prince, whether the prince is involved or not, and who is involved. It's not something she's supposed to poke.

Li Ke has her own decision, how to mediate and poke open, without Li Ke's decision, she can't act rashly.

Wen Qingwu pretended not to know, and only tilted his head slightly in deep thought.

She couldn't reply to what Emperor Joan of Arc wanted to ask, but she couldn't help replying. Otherwise, she finally got the slight change in Emperor Joan of Arc's attitude towards her, wouldn't she be busy in vain?

Not only to return, but also to make him satisfied. At the same time, he couldn't reply to what he wanted to ask.

"Back to everyone, although the slave and maid are soft-spoken, if they are about the flood disaster this time, they still have some opinions." Wen Qingwu's attitude was very respectful and authentic.