Fu Jiulan returned to the Qincha Mansion and sat at the desk with a solemn face.

"Didn't the adults already let the word out, and the disaster relief money will be in place soon, why are you still worried?"

The subordinate looked at Fu Jiulan's distressed appearance, and boldly explained.

Fu Jiulan glanced at him and put down the pen in his hand quite tiredly.

"Do you really think things are as simple as they seem?"

Thorn Shi is the biggest official in Jiangnan, he has been entrenched here for many years, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, it is too much to say a word about the emperor of the soil, how can he be frightened by his words.

What's more, today's saint is not a good emperor who values the people.

The subordinate stopped talking and laughed.

"Well, tomorrow bring the guards and follow me to the embankment to see what is going on."

After Fu Jiulan finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh. qs

This is just the beginning, and tomorrow there will really be a tough battle to be fought.

It was only a matter of a moment when the sky turned white, and Fu Jiulan hadn't rested much before the sound of chickens in the yard was already heard in his ears.

His Qincha Mansion is completely incomparable to the winding Thorn Mansion.

The guards were already ready to go outside, and as soon as Fu Jiulan came out, he could leave directly.

The embankment is outside the main city, where the water is at its worst, and people are losing their lives there every moment, just because they hold the most important line of defense in the south of the Yangtze River.

When Fu Jiulan arrived, the earthy yellow flood was still surging.

From time to time, someone jumped down with sandbags and took their lives to plug the opening.

In just a few breaths of Fu Jiulan's arrival, he had already seen several people swept away by the flood.

The sound of wailing, crying, and water mingled in a place that felt like purgatory on earth.

No matter how hard-hearted a person is, he can't be unmoved when he sees this scene in front of him.

"Hurry up, Zhang Mazi has been swept away, and the river embankment in the north is about to break, hurry up and plug it!"

A male voice suddenly sounded, and he roared hoarsely, as if he had exhausted all the strength of his body.

Fu Jiulan looked in the direction he said, and sure enough, the embankment there was about to burst.

There was no time to hesitate, he almost subconsciously resisted the sandbag and rushed forward, not even having time to command the people under him.

"Be careful, sir, it's dangerous there!"

"Hurry up, protect the adults......

When the guards reacted, Fu Jiulan was already carrying sandbags and was about to approach the river embankment.

It's only when you actually get into the water that you can feel how hard it really is, just walking with sandbags in waist-length water, let alone blocking the river embankment in the middle of the flood.

Fu Jiulan worked hard and finally reached the embankment, and he stacked sandbags on the embankment.

After doing all this, the guards also carried sandbags to their positions.

"My lord, we're with you."

I don't know which little guard cried and shouted this.

"Lord Chincha is here, everyone will join us to block the embankment!"

Someone shouted loudly, pointing out Fu Jiulan's identity.

"We haven't been given up, everyone hurry up and plug it, as long as it is blocked, there will be no more deaths!"

The people may not understand how big an official Lord Qincha is, they only know that at this moment, they have ushered in the hope of life.

With Fu Jiulan joining, everyone's momentum instantly soared. The speed of the flood is getting faster and faster, but their speed is also getting faster and faster, and for a while, it is faintly flat.

The change suddenly happened in the next second, the sandbag behind Fu Jiulan suddenly broke, and the flood swooped down and swept him in directly.

In just the blink of an eye, the figure in the crimson official uniform had disappeared.

The nearest guard's outstretched hand was still floating in mid-air, but he didn't even catch a piece of his sleeve.

Fu Jiulan

Missing, falling into the vast flood, nine dead.

When the news reached the Thorn Mansion, Thorn Shi was happy to drink several glasses of wine, but in front of the guards, he made a grief-stricken appearance.

"What? How could such a thing happen? Master Fu is handling official business in the Qincha Mansion in a good manner, how can he be swept into the flood?"

The guard's eyes were red, and he couldn't hear the perfunctory words of the assassin.

"Please also ask Lord Assassin Shi to send troops to find Master Fu, he has just been swept up in it, and there must be hope of survival."

When the assassin heard this, he deliberately made an embarrassed appearance.

"It's not that this official doesn't want to save Master Fu, it's just that Jiangnan's troops are limited, so he can't give up the people of the whole city just to save him alone? Master Fu has always put the people first, and I believe he will understand."

Thorn Shi said, waving his hand and motioning for the guards to leave.

But the guard refused, he knelt on the ground with a thud, "Although the strength of Jiangnan is limited, but Master Fu has a special identity, he can't see death without help, after the news is transmitted back to the capital, how should you explain to Your Majesty?"

Thorn Shi touched his beard and made a pensive look.

"I'll fix a letter, and as long as Your Majesty agrees, I will immediately send troops to save people."

The guard stared at Thorn Shi with a look of resentment and got up from the ground.

He can see that this assassin will not save people at all, so it is better to rely on himself than to beg him.

After the guards left, Thorn Shi sat down in his chair with a happy face.

"My lord, do you really want to send a message to Kyoto City? What if something happens at that time?"

"The news of Fu Jiulan's death must be unconcealable, but now that the flood is so serious, it is extremely normal for the news to be delayed for a day or two."

Assassin Shi first wrote a letter to the third prince in private, and the news of Fu Jiulan's disappearance was suppressed for two days before it returned to Kyoto City.

Two days is enough time for one person to die thoroughly.

On the first day the news reached Kyoto Castle, the emperor raised the matter in the early court.

"The flooding in Jiangnan is serious, Fu Jiulan is missing now, I want to send another person to Jiangnan for disaster relief, do you have any recommendations?"

The emperor's voice came from the high platform, and there was no joy or anger to be heard.

The hundred officials looked at each other, no matter who opened their mouths at this time, they were all touching the mold.

Seeing that no one spoke, the emperor snorted coldly.

"It's a huge court, and you can't even recommend a useful person?"

"My son is willing to go."

The moment the emperor's voice fell, the third prince suddenly stood up and spoke.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the emperor, "Father, the floods in Jiangnan are serious, and the people are not making a living, and the sons are willing to go to Jiangnan in person, and the problem of flooding must be solved."

The words of the three princes are sonorous and loud.

The emperor's expression softened a little, "Since you took the initiative to ask for help, then you will take over the disaster relief."

"Thank you, Emperor Longen."

The candidate for disaster relief was finalized in this way, and the third prince walked out of the court triumphantly, thinking of Fu Jiulan, whose whereabouts were unknown, the corners of his lips rose, and a smile appeared on his face.