Ning Yuxuan laughed: When did you also care about other people's reputations?

Ning Mingjie pursed his lips, and the silver mask looked a little gloomy. Mo Yuhou also knew that jokes should not be made, so he smiled. It's just that I occasionally think of last night's events in my heart, and I can't help but smile from the corners of my eyes and eyebrows.

The water conservancy project in Lizhou is actually a moat, but it has almost stopped flowing because of successive droughts. The people had very little water to use, either by digging deep wells or bringing water back from dozens of miles away.

When the emperor took the prince and his close ministers to look over, hundreds of people knelt by the dry river and wept and kowtowed, the emperor frowned slightly, and glanced at Zhang Jin, the assassin of Lizhou, who immediately knelt down and said in a trembling voice: The minister is derelict in his duty.

If it doesn't rain, where is there any other way than to let the imperial court allocate funds for disaster relief? And not much of the disaster relief money really reaches him, let alone the people? Zhang Jin is also helpless and does not want to be ashamed of the people, so he does not follow the instructions of the higher authorities and confines the people to prevent them from being listened to.

He's done his best.

The emperor watched the scene for a while, then turned his head and asked the prince: Zhe'er, how do you think such a thing should be handled?

The crown prince put away the cynical look on his face, stepped forward and bowed and said: Father, the son thinks that Lizhou has only been plagued by drought in recent years, and the imperial court can continue to support him to tide over the difficulties and encourage the people to sow drought crops to make a living.

The emperor nodded, and asked the third prince again: What does Jue'er think?

Zhao Jue glanced at the dry river and said: This river is a branch of the river, and it is a hundred miles to the east. Half a year ago, there was a ground movement, and the mountain was broken, so the moat was broken. The son thought that the father only needed to spend manpower to dig the mountain rocks and re-open the moat, which was the solution.

The people around him were full of admiration, and even Mo Yuhou nodded slightly.

The emperor was surprised and asked: How did Jue'er know that the moat was cut off because of this?

The third prince smiled slightly: half a year ago, his son happened to travel through Lijiang, and when he heard the old man by the river talk about moving mountains, he wrote a letter back to his father, saying that there was probably a drought in Lizhou. Didn't my father see the letter?

Zhao Jue traveled through the mountains and rivers, and in the eyes of Nie Guifei, he has always been an escapist behavior who does not care about the government and politics. But I didn't know that over the years, the three princes had traveled throughout the Great Song Dynasty, remembered the customs and customs in their hearts, and wrote a travelogue to send back to the emperor. Although the emperor loved the three princes, he also felt that he was too leisurely and had no intention of government. I only read a few pages of that travelogue and forgot about it.

Now that he mentioned it, the emperor suddenly realized, his eyes showed a very surprised look, and he nodded several times before recruiting the local ministers, the accompanying important ministers, and the history of the state assassin to discuss the matter.

The prince's face did not change, but he patted the third prince on the shoulder with a smile: The third brother is knowledgeable.

Big brother won the prize. Zhao Jue lowered his eyes: It's just that there are more ways to go.

A good one to walk a lot. Zhao Qu squinted his eyes: The foolish brother has been in the palace for a long time, but he is not as good as the third brother.

Zhao Jue was distracted and didn't answer his words. Zhao Qu's eyes were not very friendly, but he turned around and took the rest of the people to continue to watch.

Ning Mingjie felt a little sleepy, he had been having nightmares for some reason these days, and there was always a white fog in his dreams, and then there were voices shouting: You are wrong, you are wrong, you are wrong.

What was he wrong? Ning Mingjie yawned, mounted the horse he had prepared, and walked along the river with the two princes and Mo Yuhou.

Even if it's something wrong, you have to let him know. Keep yelling that he's wrong, and he won't look back.

Thinking of the dishes that Nie Sangyu personally cooked that day, he chose three meat and four vegetables, not because of anything else, but because there was a pot of local sake from Lizhou on the tray.

He loves to drink, and when he was in the fiefdom, he often got drunk for days and nights, so Jingwenhou often said that he had no rules. But the rules are such a thing, life is so long, and if you don't take it down after wearing it for a long time, it's quite boring to live, isn't it?

He still has an aftertaste of the dishes he ate that day, much better than the ones in the house, some of the feeling of a folk restaurant, but he did it with much more care than in the restaurant. If you swim in the mountains and rivers one day, you can also have such a person around you to cook for him to eat, a pot of wine, a light boat, and a bright moon in the water, how chic and free it should be?

Thinking about it, Ning Mingjie wanted to sleep a little, and gently leaned on the horse's neck, but was uncomfortable by the bumps, and just wanted to change his position, he heard the guards in the distance shouting: There are assassins!

Among the people who were kneeling and crying, more than a dozen people suddenly rose up, holding swords, and rushed towards the crown prince and the third prince in front of them.

Nie Qingyun didn't come out today, it is said that he was eaten by the dim sum made by Er Rong yesterday and broke his stomach. In addition to the guards, there were only Mo Yuhou and him.

Ning Mingjie frowned and flew to pull the third prince off the horse to protect him, and Mo Yuhou on the side also protected the prince.

The surrounding people scattered, screaming and pushing, Ning Mingjie and Ning Yuxuan were a little difficult to move. The guards seemed to be in control of the situation, but suddenly a voice broke through the air in the distance, Ning Mingjie wanted to dodge, but once he dodged, there was the third prince behind him.

Jiman leaned against the window and shuddered suddenly. Looking at the empty room, I remembered that Ning Yuxuan was out today, so it was okay not to be there, so I didn't have to look at it to make her feel troubled.

She didn't pay any attention to what happened last night. I don't know how many couples have different dreams in the same bed, and this is not her body, so there is no need to worry about it. If you can conceive a child, it is naturally the best, and Nie Sangyu should also like this child. If you can't, you'll be bitten by a dog.

Looking at the hour, it was almost time for them to return, so Ji Man dragged himself to make lunch. As soon as it was done, I heard a servant running back in a hurry, looking left and right that there was no one in the house, so he hurriedly went to the kitchen and shouted: Mrs. Ning, Mrs. Ning, Young Master Ning is injured, go and take a look!

Ning Yuxuan was injured? Ji Man raised his eyebrows, didn't he say that he knew martial arts? He was even injured? Wiping his hands and walking out of the kitchen, Ji Man asked the man: Did he sprain his foot or his waist?

Jia Ding is a person in this house, and he looked at Ji Man and was stunned for a while before he said: There are assassins outside, I heard that Ning Gongzi was injured in order to protect the third prince, and he was bandaging in the Wanjin Hall in Lizhou City.

He also came back to report a letter, saying that Ning Gongzi was injured, but in fact, he didn't know who Ning Gongzi was.

Assassin?Jiman raised an eyebrow, it was worth a look.

After changing his clothes, Ji Man went to find a sedan chair and hurried to Wanjintang.

Ning Yuxuan and the two princes were sitting in the pile of herbs, and as soon as they looked out inadvertently, they saw Nie Sangyu getting off the sedan chair and coming here slowly.

Mo Yuhou, who was sitting at the door, looked unharmed, and Ji Man said curiously: Aren't you an assassin?

The corners of Ning Yuxuan's mouth twitched, and he pointed to Ning Mingjie next to him: It was Mingjie who was injured, do you want me to be injured?

Hmm? Ning Mingjie is hurt? Ji Man hurriedly lifted his skirt and came in to see, the man was still wearing a mask, half of his clothes were off, and he was bandaging the wound on his shoulder blade. Seeing her coming, he turned his head away coolly.

Wouldn't you still be angry because of what happened last time? Ji Man thought that this person should not be so stingy, and it was a little scary to look at the wound, and it was still bleeding after several layers.

But in the end, it was disheveled, she glanced at it and retreated to Mo Yuhou to stand beside her, and said: The family said that Ning Gongzi was assassinated, and he thought that he was the wrong person.

Ning Yuxuan was angry in his heart: I heard that I was assassinated, so you walked so slowly?

As soon as I heard that it was Ning Mingjie, I went in with my skirt?

Ji Man smiled slightly: Master Hou, please be considerate, the concubine hasn't had lunch yet.

The prince next to him smiled: Sang Yu didn't say it, I forgot about it. After Mingjie is bandaged, let's go back to dinner.

Ji Man glanced at Ning Mingjie, who was speechless, and asked: Is the young master's injury serious?

Ning Mingjie's back straightened slightly.

Mo Yuhou said with a smile: Mingjie has a meritorious escort, and there is no big problem.

Oh. Ji Man nodded, and when she saw that they all wanted to leave, she wanted to go back to the sedan chair she had just had.

Who knew that Mo Yuhou grabbed her hand: I can't see anything in the sedan chair, how boring is it?

Ji Man's face turned green, riding a horse? Although she has recovered and is not in much pain, why is the horse not as comfortable as a sedan chair?

Hou Ye

Come, I'll carry you up. Ning Yuxuan smiled softly and stretched out his hand towards her.

Ji Man took a deep breath and slapped his hand into his palm. There was a snap, and the crown prince and the third prince in front of him all turned their heads.

Ning Yuxuan didn't move his eyebrows, held her hand and asked her to sit up, then sat behind her and pulled up the reins.

The Assassins don't know if there is any remnant of the sins, so I'll open the way first. Mo Yuhou said to the two princes very considerately.

The crown prince raised his eyebrows, and just as the third prince was about to open his mouth to speak, Ning Yuxuan had already raised the reins: Drive!

The horse was probably doped, and he ran more happily than anything else, and the back and forth bumps almost threw Ji Man out. Ji Mantie's face was blue, and he hugged the horse's neck and didn't let go.

Don't you think my waist is more stable than a horse's neck?

Ji Man's bun was about to be blown away by the wind, and he gritted his teeth while hugging the horse's neck: The concubine feels that the horse's neck is much more comfortable.

Mo Yuhou snorted coldly, and as soon as the horsewhip went down, Ji Man almost screamed.

This is different from the kind of horse in the park that people lead and ride around the park for twenty yuan, if I have to describe it, it is the feeling when the plane encounters a strong vibration of the air current, and an air crash is about to occur.

Ji Man's whole face turned white, and he deeply felt that Mo Yuhou must have done it on purpose.

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