Under the world, it is not the king's land; On the shore of the land, it is not the king's minister.

The emperor can escape to the imperial village, but what about the people of the world? Where to flee?

After answering, Xiuzhu couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, revealing a sneer. O ministers!

"Miss, will the emperor move it or not?" Dangui then asked.

Li Miaoxian had already walked past them, because it was raining, and along the corridor, the rain splashed, and the ground inside the corridor became wet.

Li Miaoxian paused when she heard the question, and Furong, who was also wearing a cloak and clogs behind her, hurriedly stopped, and at the same time deflected the umbrella in her hand in the direction of Li Miaoxian.

This question, let alone Li Miaoxian, even the important ministers in the court have no way to answer her.

Speculating on the holy will is a great disrespect.

It's not that no one speculates, it's just that those speculations may only be between people close to them.

How could she possibly know?

When Furong heard Dangui's question, she saw that Li Miaoxian was dull and silent, so she took her words and shouted, "What do you ask?" Is this what we can know? ”

Then he took Li Miaoxian's arm, whispered something similar to "watch your step", and resumed walking in the corridor with Li Miaoxian.

The sound of the two of them "tapping and stepping" clogs came clearly under the cover of the rain, and at the same time, Fleur's cold voice came, "Wait, right?" There is always a message for ......"

What was left was blown away by the spring breeze and drizzle.

Xiuzhu shivered inexplicably, spring is coming, but it's still very cold!

So he said to Dangui, and ran away, also along the corridor, because of the wind, after a torrential rain, until the rest of the fine and soft, like hair, like silk threads, the real spring rain. However, it can also get wet on your clothes, shoes and socks.

Spring rain is as expensive as oil!

However, where is this year's spring rain expensive?

However, it is also quite expensive, it damages the house, wets the goods, and floods the fields, and it is all money!

Much more expensive than oil.

Back in the West Chamber, Xiuzhu only felt that his clothes were wet, and when he took it off, it was not very serious.

The entire imperial capital is soaked in a pool, how can it be dry?

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The business of the Hibiscus Pavilion fell day by day with the rain, and it also fell day by day.

The door was wide open, the water in the street was flowing rapidly, and only occasionally could you see a pedestrian who had to go out in a hurry. Carriages or something, even rarer.

However, the account books in the store are made every day, and when it comes to the bath day, they are wrapped in brown paper and sent over.

The guys sent account books, and Xiuzhu often received more abundant things.

It is worth rejoicing that there are no problems with the few granges she bought in the name of Li Miaoxian.

First, it is because when I bought it, I mainly chose the nearby mountainous woodland, which is high and remote; Second, because the dissipated labor force is used everywhere according to the arrangement of bamboo repair, reservoirs have been built, and there are places to store water, so there is no fear for the time being.

However, the ghost weather cut off the road to and from the road, and fortunately, no one is in the mood to go shopping in such weather, otherwise it may be a small loss.

Xiuzhu finished reading the note sandwiched in the account book and threw it in the charcoal basin.

When the paper met the fire, it made a sizzling sound, and then an orange-red flame jumped and instantly turned to ashes.

Xiuzhu took the account book, and at the same time took out a thin quilt from the bed and wrapped it around his body, sat down against the edge of the bed, and put the account book on his lap.

The ledger was blank except for some expenses. Some places may be wet with rain and look crumpled.

But Xiuzhu still saw a lot of information. For example, this spring rain, in addition to the imperial capital, also affected more than a dozen nearby counties. In some places, the waterlogging is serious, many farmlands are seeing no harvest, and people are already restless and looking for relatives and friends.

The adults in the court also attached great importance to this matter, and they were arguing every day. But no one can come up with a decent solution.

In recent days, it has been rumored that the cold palace on the lower ground in the palace has been flooded by rain. The controversy of the ministers was collectively transferred from elsewhere to here, and the unanimous opinion demanded that the emperor avoid going to the imperial village.

But is this the solution to the problem?

Xiuzhu silently grabbed the thin quilt on his body.

Without the imperial grandmother, Dayan's world is really chaotic!

So, what about the Four Emperor Uncles? He's the crown prince, what does he say?

Xiuzhu continued to lower his head until he finished reading the original account book, and there was no more information hidden in it. Disappointed, really disappointed!

If his father was still the crown prince, his father would not have waited like this.

The world is the emperor's.

In the future, it will be the prince's.

The subjects of the world are all the subjects of the prince, how can they not be saved when they see death?

Is it just to avoid suspicion and do nothing?

However, if it goes on like this, even if you get the world, then what you get is a mess, what is the use?

I can't figure it out!

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The Anguo Mansion is also to the east, and in a flat place, there are also many houses flooded today.

Fortunately, the people of Anguo Mansion are not prosperous, and there happens to be no one living there. The people who were drowned were just some subordinates.

The masters in the mansion didn't care, they just arranged for another thing to manage, and they just had to find another place to live.

Xiuzhu was wearing a robe, stepping on clogs, carrying a rosewood food box in his hand, and walked forward slowly.

The road inside the Anguo Mansion is mostly paved with bluestone slabs, soaked in water, and looks moist, but it is also smoother than usual.

People are also very cautious when they come and go.

Xiuzhu walked to the second gate, said hello to the mother-in-law who guarded the second gate, and walked straight out.

Bypassing the trees with shiny leaves that had been washed, he soon came to the outside of An Guogong's study.

An Guogong's two little servants sat under the porch, one teased the bird with a stick, the bird seemed to be infected by the weather, lazy, and did not look at him, only the stick in his hand was on its body, only to look at him with disgust, moved to the side, and continued to be in a daze.

The other little guy was lying on a pillar, his head gently little by little, and he fell asleep.

Seeing Xiuzhu coming, Xiaofu threw the small stick in his hand and asked familiarly, "The eldest lady asked you to deliver something again?" ”

Xiu Zhu nodded, walked quickly to the bottom of the corridor, handed the food box in his hand to Xiaofu, took off his robe, took it in his hand, stretched out the corridor, trembled gently, and asked at the same time, "Is Grandpa Guo here?" ”

"Yes." Xiaofu said, "I'll send it in." You wait! Pushing open the door, he took a big stride and walked in.

In the study, there were voices that were either old and low, or young and clear, talking about the long spring rain, and occasionally interspersed with words such as "Prince", "His Highness" or "Emperor".