When I woke up in the morning, when I turned my head, I saw Lin Zhizhi sitting on the couch in front of the bed.

When she looked over, he seemed to notice something, and at the same time opened his eyes, which were faintly cyan.

Lin Jiaruo crawled to the side of the bed wrapped in the quilt, distressed and complained: "Are you going to become a monk?" If you don't go to bed well, you have to sit on the couch and recite the scriptures! ”

Last night, she pulled his finger and pointed to the red mole on her chest, but before she could touch it, he grabbed her hands and stuffed them back into the quilt, and ordered her to lie down obediently.

"Ah Ruo must be frightened if he thinks so crankily, I'll recite a scripture for you and meditate!"

Then he sat down on the couch in front of the bed and began to recite the scriptures in a serious manner.

Lin Jiaruo called him a few times at first, but he still refused to answer, pushing him with his hand, and he didn't move.

She was indeed tired yesterday, and after a while, she fell asleep in a daze under the sound of his solemn chanting.

I didn't expect him to sit all night.

He smiled slightly and said, "I didn't protect Ah Ruo well, so you were frightened, but it was just a night of chanting, what is it to let you sleep peacefully!" ”

What's more, he only read for half an hour, and then she fell asleep, and the rest of the reading was to herself.

"I'm actually fine......" Lin Jiaruo muttered.

At first, she was shocked and scared, but he came in time, she was not physically hurt, and that little fright was also soothed by his comfort and companionship.

Lin Zhizhi smiled, got up and hugged her to get up, took the clothes at the head of the bed, and put them on for her with his own hands.

He had also served her to freshen up before, and it was the first time to dress her, but his movements were gentle and skillful, and Lin Jiaruo was so comfortable that he didn't even bother to lift his hands, so he simply leaned on him and handed it all over to him.

He patiently stretched her limp arm into his sleeve and chuckled softly, "Ah Ruo is like this, it seems that she is ten years younger all of a sudden. ”

Lin Jiaruo drilled into his arms, and said coquettishly: "I'm still young!" ”

"Yes!" Lin Zhizhi tied her clothes, picked her up and walked out, "Ah Ruo is here with me, and he will always be a child!" ”

She grinned, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him the cheek as if no one was around.

At breakfast, Chen Yi, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, the prefect of Hangzhou, the magistrate of Yuhang, and other officials of all sizes arrived, and collectively knelt in the courtyard of Jiqiu Courtyard, trembling and trembling to review the results of the investigation of the attack on the princess yesterday.

The result was not as Lin Zhizhi expected.

Xu Changshou's methods were not particularly clever, except for digging a hole in the lower reaches of the imperial tomb without the river workers, he did a little trick on the river embankment every other section, and some of them were filled in inappropriately.

Yesterday, he fell into the water, and he accidentally stepped on the trap he set, but he didn't expect to attract Lin Jiaruo unexpectedly.

However, Xu Changshou's actions not only injured the noble princess of Qin, but also caused a small evil consequence.

“…… The embankment of the imperial tomb was not reinforced, and it was dug again...... When the flood tide came last night, it broke a section of the river embankment, the Imperial Tomb, and it was flooded......" Chen Yi said, faintly panicking.

This is not yet the flood season on the fifteenth day of next month, and the imperial tomb has already been flooded.

Lin Zhizhi looked at the girl's disapproving look, smiled slightly, and comforted: "The imperial tomb was originally abandoned, Lord Chen doesn't have to care, I will deal with the attack on Her Royal Highness the princess alone, you still continue to step up the repair of the embankment, the water level is rising, this matter must not be delayed!" ”

After sending off all the officials, Lin Jiaruo also ate almost enough, and asked, "Will we all live here next?" ”

Lin Zhizhi said with a smile: "If you want to live here, you can live here, we will live until February 15, after the lunar eclipse, and when the flood tide passes, we will set off to return to Beijing, and the construction of the palace will be responsible for the people of the Ministry of Industry!" ”

Lin Jiaruo bent his eyebrows and nodded again and again.

It was probably because she was frightened just now, Lin Zhizhi didn't go out all day, and asked people to go to the Wang's house to move the materials for the lanterns.

There was a soft couch under the porch, and she sat on the couch with her head tilted, and her eyebrows and eyes softly watched him sit in the courtyard and tie up the lantern.

He had just finished the skeleton of a lantern, looked up, and saw her looking coquettish, and couldn't help but smile, and was about to say a few words to her.

At this time, a guard hurriedly ran in, holding a letter in his hand and presenting it to Lin Zhizhi.

"Lord Xiaogan in the capital is in a hurry!"

The little Gan Lord in the capital is Gan Mingjue.

There are many officials of the six clans in Jiangnan in Beijing, but only Gan Mingjue has a direct letter with Lin Zhizhi.

The last time Gan Mingjue wrote about the prediction of the spring flood in Jiangnan, and the last time it was about the prediction of the snow disaster.

As soon as he heard that it was Gan Mingjue's urgent letter this time, Lin Jiaruo felt a "chuckle" in his heart and had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, after Lin Zhizhi opened the letter, his face sank.

"At the beginning of this year, Feng Wentong played again, predicting that after the beginning of spring this year, there will be spring snow in the north of Huainan!"

Lin Jiaruo was stunned and shocked: "Spring snow!" Isn't spring snow a sign of a disaster year? ”

After the beginning of spring, spring ploughing is about to begin, spring snow is not only not conducive to farming, it is more likely to frostbite spring seedlings, if the snow falls heavier, it may delay the harvest of the whole year.

He handed her Gan Mingjue's letter and said: "Calculating the time, the spring snow in Guanzhong should have fallen, but with Feng Wentong's early warning, the loss should not be large, just postpone the time of spring ploughing, even if there is no harvest this year, it will not be a harvest." ”

Lin Jiaruo quickly flipped through the letters, his face became more and more ugly, and before he could finish reading them all, he threw away the letters, jumped off the couch, and went straight to the bookcase: "I want to write a letter to my mother!" ”

Lin Zhizhi helped her and sighed, "Ah Ruo, it's too late......"

Lin Jiaruo just got the pen in his hand and fell back on the table, his face turned pale: "Then what should I do?" Longxi didn't get a warning, and it should have snowed by now......"

Lin Zhizhi gently hugged her in his arms and said, "You haven't read the letter, have you?" Ming Jue analyzed the situation in Longxi and Guanzhong later——"

"When Feng Wentong made the spring snow warning, he and Pei Shi requested to take this as an opportunity to coerce Longxi to return to submission and the Chinese military force in the DPRK, only Han Wenli supported the warning to Longxi, but the DPRK and China discussed and finally missed the opportunity to warn; Today, the disaster of spring snow is a foregone conclusion! ”

"Ming Jue guessed that after the spring snow in Longxi, if you don't want to delay the harvest of the whole year this year, you must prepare for the second spring ploughing as soon as possible, so you must borrow grain!"

Lin Jiaruo's heart sank, and he immediately asked: "Who did you borrow grain from?" ”

Guanzhong's grain storage is even worse than Longxi's, if Longxi is short of grain, it is estimated that Guanzhong should also have insufficient grain storage, only Jiangnan, which has been abundant for several years without damage, must have enough grain storage.

If you ask the capital for grain, and the capital can't directly transfer grain from Guanzhong, Longxi will be in danger; If you borrow grain directly from Jiangnan——

She looked at him worriedly.

He nodded: "Ming Jue speculates that there is a great possibility that Longxi will borrow grain directly from Jiangnan!" ”(https:)

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