A small eunuch walked lightly and reported in a soft voice: "Your Majesty, Song Ge Lao and Master Du are here." ”

Emperor Yuan Jia waved his hand: "Xuan." ”

The little eunuch hurried down, and soon there was the sound of footsteps outside the flowers.

"Your Majesty, it's going to be night, do you want to go back to the palace? It's autumn, and it's still a little cold outside. He Shun'an whispered, and looked up at the sky again.

There was only a thin layer of twilight left, and it was faintly blurred, and the west wind was blowing, and it was indescribably desolate.

Emperor Yuan Jia laughed: "I am not so weak, this weather is neither cold nor hot, it is pleasant." ”

His voice jumped, but his eyes were shining.

"Ask someone to prepare two thick clothes, Song Ge Lao and Master Du are old and can't tolerate the cold." Emperor Yuan Jia commanded.

He Shun'an received the order, turned his head and walked out of the flowers, and he didn't go far, just facing Song and Du.

Both of them were in a hurry, and after a little hello, Song Pavilion old Song Weiyong lifted the corner of his robe and asked, "Is Your Majesty inside?" ”

He Shun'an nodded, bowed and left, and Song Weiyong and Du Xiwen stepped into the garden.

The night flowers bloom all over the small garden, the thin diameter is like a line, long and long, thrown into the twilight.

Emperor Yuanjia is dressed in green, standing among the flowers with his hands, and the stone bench on the side is white, shining in the twilight.

"Minister Song Weiyong (Du Xiwen), I have seen Your Majesty." The two bowed deeply.

"You're here." Emperor Yuan Jia said gently, and raised his hand again: "No courtesy." ”

The two thanked each other, straightened up and separated on both sides, without looking at each other.

Du Xiwen is a Liao faction, which is different from Song Weiyong's camp, that is, he stands in a clear posture.

"I Xuan and the two of them came here for the sake of the good people of Qinghe." Emperor Yuan Jia has always disliked detours, so he ran to the topic when he opened his mouth.

Both ministers bowed.

Song Weiyong is the first assistant of the cabinet, and concurrently serves as the secretary of the ministry. Du Xiwen is also a cabinet minister, concurrently serving as the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, and Chen Shaoyuan is in the Ministry of Industry and is under Du Xiwen.

Both of them were involved in the situation, so they were called.

"I just want to know, what the prefect of Linjiang said is true?" The slanting sun was faint, and it cast a layer of light on Emperor Yuanjia's face, so that people couldn't see his expression clearly.

Song Weiyong glanced at Du Xiwen, took a step forward, and said in an old voice: "Your Majesty, the officials sent by the Ministry have already received preliminary information, and what the Linjiang prefect said is half true." ”

"Tell me about it." Emperor Yuan Jia took off his clothes and sat on the stone bench on the side.

Song Ge Lao looked down at his feet, and his voice became more and more slow: "As far as the old minister knows, Chen Shao has been missing for eight years, and it turns out that he is living in Linjiang Mansion. He did forget the origin of his name, but only remembered that Shizun was from Qinghe County. Seven years ago, he opened a local museum to teach, and called himself 'Mr. Qinghe'. Because he was unrestrained in teaching, and was willing to be kind and friendly, he was widely praised, and some people later changed his name to 'Qinghe Good Man'. ”

He stopped talking, coughed twice, and gasped slightly in his throat.

"Song Shoufu is cold?" Emperor Yuan Jia asked with concern, and when he saw He Shun'an holding his clothes and turning around, he beckoned to him: "He Daban come and add clothes to the two adults." ”

He Shun'an hurriedly stepped forward, how dare Song Weiyong be served by him, took the thick coat and put it on himself, and Du Xiwen also put on his clothes, and thanked him in both directions.

"That's it, I think the hall is stuffy, and the two elders are tired." Emperor Yuanjia said warmly, got up and brushed his sleeves, and walked forward slowly.

The west wind is cool, the incense is smoky, the afterglow of the sunset is gradually dissipating, and there is only a touch of blue left in the sky.

He stared into the distance, and his voice was faint: "But I don't know what will happen next?" ”

"Later, everything will be said by Weichen, and Song Shoufu will take a break first." Du Xiwen said.

He is a few years younger than Song Weiyong, and his voice is like a bell, but it sounds clear.

Song Weiyong looked at him with a slight smile, and did not say anything, but Emperor Yuan Jia nodded: "Then Du Qing will come and say." ”

Du Xiwen took half a step forward, bowed down and said: "Seven years ago, there was a heavy rain in midsummer, and a flood broke out under the river, and I didn't go to the fertile fields and destroyed the houses, and half of the city of Linjiang Mansion was flooded, affecting the five neighboring counties, and the situation was critical. Wu Qian, the prefect of Linjiang, went to the embankment to investigate the water situation, and happened to meet 'Mr. Qinghe' - that is, Chen Shao, who had lost his memory. ”

"That's a coincidence." Emperor Yuanjia said, unhurried.

Du Xiwen's eyebrows did not move, and he bowed and continued: "It is indeed a coincidence. Because Chen Shao has the reputation of 'Mr. Qinghe', he is quite respected in Linjiang Mansion, Wu Qian also knows him, and after a few words of conversation, Chen Shao proposed to Wu Qian to build a 'Linjiang Weir'. ”

His voice turned lower, like twilight, turning back and forth between the shadows of the flowers and leaves: "Chen Shaoshi said, 'You can take advantage of the direction of Linjiang Mansion and the surrounding mountains and rivers to build embankments and dams in the middle and lower reaches of the river. Subsequently, he ordered the scholar to take out the 'Linjiangyan' album. ””

He took out a roll of paper from his sleeve, which was an inch and a half thick, and presented it with both hands: "Weichen got this album two days ago, and it was only after many people verified its handwriting that it was confirmed that it was from Chen Shao. This is the first volume of the atlas, which consists of 17 pages. ”

Emperor Yuan Jia's gentle eyebrows and eyes were slightly moved, and he took it with his hand, and took a closer look at the last trace of twilight.

The drawings are drawn in great detail, from the inland river to the ridge of the field, all vividly, and the length of the soil, rock, river, direction, the change of the four seasons, etc., are marked in small characters.

"This set of atlases consists of five volumes, the first of which depicts the topography of mountains and rivers, and the third volume of which is the excavation of 'Linjiangyan', soil filling, rock pile, labor, money and grain, etc., and all the details of the construction of the embankment are listed. The last volume is a large map of the completion of 'Linjiangyan'. Because the full set of atlases was too thick, Wei Chen only brought the first volume for His Majesty to see. Du Xiwen said.

Emperor Yuan Jia said "hmm", closed the album, and lowered his eyes silently.

The corners of the album have been brushed, and the old color is shining in the thick twilight. As you can imagine, this album is often looked through.

"Palm lamp." The gentle voice sounded suddenly, Emperor Yuan Jia dusted off the sleeves of his robe, his face was hidden in the night, and he did not distinguish between joy and anger: "Come on, send this album to the imperial study." ”

There was an echo from outside the flowers, and a small prisoner tiptoed forward and carefully picked up the album.

"Be careful." Yuan Jiadi's voice was even weaker.

During this period, Song Weiyong lowered his eyes and did not raise his head, and Du Xiwen's face did not move, but his tense shoulders were slightly loosened.

After a while, several small eunuchs came with lanterns, but they were not yarn lamps, but glass lamps, only the size of palms, with inch oil candles inserted inside, the light was clear and shining.

There are several green bamboos hidden between the flowers and trees, the small eunuchs scattered, the lanterns were hung on the bamboo, and in an instant, the night flowers were bright and brilliant, and the flowers were like flying stars, and the leaves were like frost, and the whole world was just like flying poplars falling quietly, and the evening breeze carried incense.

"Mr. Du, please continue." Emperor Yuan Jia put his hands on his knees, raised his eyebrows slightly under the light, and swept his eyes to the side. ()

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