"It's a deal!" Shangguan Yun agreed, then threw her a piece of paper and left in a hurry.

Baili Guyan looked at his back, holding the fifth lady's tassel earrings in his hand, and his mood couldn't be calm for a long time.

Bingyi had just finished the wild vegetable soup when he saw Baili Lonely Smoke walking towards this side as if he had lost his soul. She hurriedly stepped forward, helped her, and said, "Miss, right now you are nearly seven months pregnant, and you will give birth in two months, we might as well ......" It's better to go back to Shizifu to raise the baby with peace of mind!"

"It's better to ......" Seeing that Baili Guyan's face was very ugly, Bingyi's words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it. Her young lady was given by His Majesty to marry to the Shizi Mansion, and it was naturally inappropriate to suddenly return to her mother's house at this time, and if they didn't want to sleep outside, the only place they could go to was the Shizi Mansion.

"No, go to Taicheng." Baili Guyan held the paper given to her by Shangguan Yun tightly in her hand, and said with a firm gaze.

There were suddenly only five big characters on the paper: Rong Jue is in Taicheng.

A sneer overflowed on her lips, she stayed in this place and waited with her heart, but she didn't want others to leave the capital a long time ago!

Lu Qiao was taken aback, "Miss, you are seven months pregnant, you ...... You're going to go far away?! ”

Baili Guyan didn't pay attention to it, but said coldly: "Set off immediately, you must rush to Taicheng within two days!" ”

Taicheng said that it was not far away, and it was not close, but the time for two days was really tight. Lu Qiao looked anxious and wanted to persuade, but Baili Guyan seemed to have already been identified, and he couldn't persuade him.

Jiangnan, Taicheng.

The royal men and horses escorted Rong Jue to Tangwan and did not go forward.

The prefect of Tangwan greeted him at the gate of the city early, led him to the Tangwan ferry, and pointed to the muddy waters of the river: "If you want to go to Taicheng, you must cross the Tangwan ferry, but the water in Surabaya is high and the water in Tangwan is turbulent, and our boat is afraid that it will not be able to pass——"

Because of the rising water, Surabaya is turbid, and it looks yellow and clear, and there is no longer the clarity of spring. On the water, there is not a single fisherman, and there are still many dead fish carcasses floating on the shore, and the stench is blowing in the face.

"It doesn't matter......" Rong Jue shrugged his shoulders, took off his boots in public, and stood on the shore and gestured.

The prefect of Tangwan was taken aback, "Lord Shizi, you ...... You're—"

"Ye swim over!" Rong Jue's face was relaxed.

"Never!" He stretched out his hand to stop Rong Jue, "Even the fishermen in the Tangwan area who are familiar with water do not dare to go into the water at this critical juncture." Shiziye, you grew up in northern Xinjiang, where there is a perennial drought, and I'm afraid that even rivers are rare, how can you ......?"

Rong Jue didn't bother to pay attention to him, he didn't think about it, he jumped and flew into the water.

The white clothes shook on the surface of the water, but in the blink of an eye, they were under the water, and they couldn't see anything!

The prefect of Tangwan jumped: "The prince has fallen into the water!" Save! Come on, hurry into the water to save people! ”

During the high water period, the water flow is so rapid that even if a few people go into the water in a ball, they will be submerged by the flood in an instant. The soldiers were not afraid of death, and they all stood in fear, not daring to step forward.

"Hurry up! Get into the water and save people! The prefect was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

Rong Jue is the secretary of the Ministry of Industry appointed by the Holy Lord, and if something happens in this place, he, the prefect, should not be the prefect! The saint wants to kill Rong Jue's heart, the Manchu Dynasty is civil and military, no one can't see it, but if Rong Jue dies in this place, he, the prefect of Tangwan, will still have bad luck! JJ3607191