Watch the sea

Every year on the [-]th day of the third lunar month, when the head of the aristocratic family enters the emperor, he greets him with respect and presents him with a court meeting. The day's Xuanzheng Palace to discuss politics is the real essence of the family heads entering Beijing.

After several days of conferences and conferences, most of the big and small important matters in Kyushu have been established. There is only one thing, the fortification of the Lanjiang diversion has not been finalized.

Every summer, the water potential of the Lanjiang River becomes the imperial court's heart disease, and the flood along the river becomes more and more serious at the turn of Changwan. He will take the initiative to control the water. The emperor intends to open up the Lanjiang River and the Chengshui River, divert floods and divert water, and build river channels, but this will inevitably occupy and change the Dingkang waterway.From the point of view of the aristocratic family, it has existed since ancient times, and it is not something that can be done by the emperor's will.

The Zhou family in Dingkang on the north bank could hold their breath, but the Li people in the five counties of Nanjiang couldn't wait. The sooner the water is brought under control, the less anxious they will be.

During the several days of political discussion and court meeting, Zhou Kui, the Duke of Ding, had an ambiguous attitude and never stated his position.

In fact, Ling Ye also understands in his heart that the Dingguo government is waiting for the court to come to ask for help. The new passage of the Lanjiang Chengshui may not be a bad thing for Dingkang. The water will be cured sooner or later. "How to divide.

On March [-]rd, the most important event in the court is only this one, so Su Lang went to check on Zhou Shi first.

Last time in Jindu of Changzhou, Dingkang heir Zhou Mincai invited them, this time in the imperial capital of Zhongzhou, it was Su Lang's turn to invite them back.

After three rounds of banquets, Zhou Min waved his hand to dismiss the plucked strings, his eyebrows stretched, and a smile on his face: "Su Lang, I won't make detours for you. At the intersection of Ningchang and Wanzhou, Lanjiang Chengshui has a new waterway. I want all of the commercial ferry crossings."

This is almost holding most of the economic lifeline of Chengshui Xinxing River.

What should come will come after all, Su Lang held the jade lamp in his hand, his expression remained still, and he said three words: "Impossible."

The smile on Zhou Mincai's face did not decrease by half: "Dingkang only gives this one chance, whether or not the people in the five counties of Nanjiang want to die is up to you."

Two months ago, the two who were happy together, drinking and giving fans, suddenly became needle-pointed wheatgrass, and their appearances did not match and their spirits were even more divorced.

Su Lang asked lightly: "Can Dingkang afford all the commercial ferry crossings at the intersection of Ningchang and Wanzhou?"

Zhou Min knocked on the table twice: "Whether you give is the sincerity of the imperial capital, and whether you can eat or not is Dingkang's ability."

As soon as the words fell, he stood up and patted Su Lang on the shoulder, as if the tit-for-tat confrontation just now was just a joke, and in a blink of an eye he became a good friend again, and said intimately: "Alang, the handle that my brother gave you in Jindu Lanjiang Hongbo fan, you can put it away, I only painted one of that fan, there is not much space left on it, just enough to inscribe a sentence, you can write after you think about it."

Su Lang then stood up with a smile, his expression was natural, and he couldn't see half of the annoyance just now: "Of course, can I not accept the fan hand-painted by you, Danqing, the inscription must think twice before doing it. I will send it to brother Mincai. "

Su Lang sent Zhou Mincai all the way downstairs to Hongyuan, and watched him get into the carriage before going back.The gilded incense burner in the chamber was burning with delicate fragrance. Su Lang stood alone in front of the window, looking at the nine-fold palace surrounded by the moat in the distance, and tapped his finger on the window lattice twice.

Once the Lanjiang Chengshui new water channel is completed, it will not only alleviate the flood, but also revitalize the entire Chengshui.At that time, at the large and small new commercial road ferries along the two rivers, the aristocratic families in Ningchang, Wanzhou and Sanzhou will watch and wait for a piece of the pie.Zhou Mincai really dared to ask for everything.Taking ten thousand steps back, even if the emperor is willing to give it, how can other aristocratic families give it up? The Zhou family doesn't want to talk about profit, it just doesn't want to cultivate.

The imperial court funded the clearing of the Lanjiang River and the construction of the river, not only for the great commercial benefits after the completion of the waterway, but also for the few years of repairing the river and regulating the water, the labor force had to be transferred from the nearest place, which is equivalent to the imperial court helping the aristocratic families along the river to look after them for nothing. annual population.For Dingkang, no matter how you look at it, the advantages obviously outweigh the disadvantages.

Su Lang withdrew his gaze, and his gaze slowly fell on the gilded incense burner.

As Xiao Gaomin reminded him in Jindu, if the Zhou family is really just doing some Western spice business in private, do they need to make a special trip to avoid Yinghai port and make a detour before entering Lanjiang?What is the current state of the Dingkang waterway that makes the Dingguo government so unwilling to move?

It seems that after the meeting with the head of the aristocratic family in March, he must go back to Changzhou.

……

Zhou Min just got into the carriage, Jing Wang Lingyi was sitting in the carriage holding his breath, he didn't relax until the carriage drove out of Su Lang's sight.

Zhou Mincai personally poured a cup of tea and handed it to him: "Your Highness, don't worry, everything is under planning."

"This trick can't be very good." Ling Yi took the tea, blew on the hot air, and took a sip.

Zhou Min just laughed: "It's just waiting for a suitable time."

The flooding of the Lanjiang River at the turn of Changwan has become more and more serious in recent years, and it can barely cope with it in the past two years, but if it continues like this, within ten years, there will be major disasters sooner or later, so the imperial court is eager to divert the flood water and divert water to repair the river.

He knew well that at the intersection of the three prefectures of Ningchang and Wanzhou, the Zhou family would not be able to eat at the commercial ferry of Chengshui Xintong Waterway in the Lanjiang River. The reason why he dared to speak so loudly was because he was sure that the emperor would not agree In the future, the fortifications of diversion and water control will inevitably be put on hold.

Even if the emperor backs down and agrees, the other aristocratic families in Ningchang and Wanzhou who are waiting for a piece of the pie are unlikely to be willing.

Waterways are a great virtue that benefits the country and the people. Of course they can be built, but not now, nor can they be presided over by the current emperor.

A certain smile appeared on King Jing's face: "Does Su Lang have any doubts about the Dingkang Waterway?"

Zhou Mincai smiled indifferently: "So what if you have doubts, the land road in Yunzhou is already unimpeded, most of the goods come in from Cangwu City, and the Dingkang waterway eats less, and they don't go in from Yinghai Port. Su's hand can't be stretched that long yet. Even if he wants to investigate, he has more than enough energy.”

King Jing let out a "hmm", raised the blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand to look at it, and suddenly frowned and said: "Now there is only this uncertain change in Lishan Mountain, the young master of Lishan Mountain Ye Xinghui and Su Lang go away It's very close, and I'm always worried that Lishan and Ling Ye will have a tricky relationship. You said that during the spring hunting and martial arts debate, why did Lishan Dongjun suddenly appear to rescue Ling Ye?"

"It's just a young lord, with few words and no experience in the world. He is so well protected by Lishan Mountain. He is nothing if he is out of the lonely city." Zhou Min waved his hand and said indifferently: "As for Lishanshan Jun, it doesn't matter. Why, with the Lord Qianyong around, His Highness doesn’t need to worry, the border master of Lishan Mountain will take care of it. Even if Lishan and the emperor really have something, there are Qianyong Realmmaster and Cangwu Wuzun behind you, and Lishan is used to watching it on the wall. It’s hard to say if you don’t want to really get involved.”

King Jing nodded, slightly relieved.

*

March [-]rd, Lushui Cemetery.

It was the first time for Chu Heng to set foot in Guihai Mingyuan's cemetery, but it seemed as if he had been here many times, and he was very familiar with every plant and tree here, especially the name on the tombstone, which made him panic because of the familiarity .

"The Tomb of Mingyuan, the Lord of Qingnang Pavilion in Lishan Mountain".

He carved the words on the stele stroke by stroke, he chose the flowers and plants in the cemetery, and he also made the decision to bury Mingyuan in Lushui.

36 Pei Chunshui, Baitou wants to see Jiangnan.

GUI Hai Mingyuan never returned to his Jiangnan in his life.

Standing in front of the tomb, Chu Heng remembered that his junior uncle took the three of them to Yishan Academy and passed by Guangling. At that time, the junior uncle uncharacteristically said that he would rest for a day in Guangling, but the three of them were separated because of Lishan and Guangling. The Ye family was not on good terms and was unwilling to set foot in Guangling. At that time, the little uncle just smiled at them helplessly, but stood on the bow of the boat by himself and watched the spring water in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time.

It was only later that he realized that saying the sentence "we will rest in Guangling for a day" probably exhausted the greatest courage of my little uncle in his life.

That was the closest and only time that Gui Haimingyuan was away from home in his short life.There will no longer be Er Fei in the world. Lushui in Guangling is the closest place to my hometown, but I missed it by accident, and then I missed it in my life.

I couldn't get any closer to home until my death.

Later, when he returned to Mount Li from Yishan Academy, Chu Heng's memory seemed to be that only the Mingji sword pierced through his chest in front of Tianshuang Terrace, amidst the blood everywhere.

Ming Ji Ming Ji, Gui Haiming Yuan just died under this sword.

Chu Heng closed his eyes, leaned over and knelt down in front of the tomb, staring at the words on the tombstone, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

It wasn't until sunset that he remembered the purpose of his trip. The rosy light from the sky was reflected on the stone tablet in front of the mausoleum. Chu Heng reached out and touched the words on the tablet. His fingertips seemed to be stung by something. pain.

Sudden accident.

The stone tablet seemed to be covered with a layer of water curtain for no reason, rippling and rippling. At the same time, like water mist, it instantly spread around every inch of land under Chu Heng's feet. In addition, the sky enters the earth, ten directions and ten formations, the three gates of Kaixiusheng are all blocked, all ten directions are destroyed, and there is no way to retreat.

It was like a fatal situation waiting for him on a special trip.

Yan, Zhe, Fei.

In the Lushui Cemetery, the bluestone tombstone with the name of Gui Haimingyuan collapsed.

On the tree ten feet away, Ming Yu looked at the people trapped in the death formation in the distance, and his hand holding the sword tightened unconsciously.

Thousands of miles away in the imperial capital, Yan Zhefei sat quietly under the crabapple tree, crushing a flower that was about to bloom with a silent smile.On the other side of the imperial city, Ling Ye's hand reviewing the memorial suddenly froze, and for some reason, he felt uneasy.

On the twenty-fifth of March, the moon was setting and the stars were sinking, the sky was twilight, and the stars in the distance were leaning against the sky before they fell to the ground, Ye Shuli kicked open the door of Xinghui's room.

"problem occurs."

The last time Xinghui saw Ye Shuli suppress all the smiles in his eyes and show such a serious and deep expression was when his junior uncle Mingyuan failed to enter Mahayana and went mad.

Xinghui's heart trembled.

The author says:

Don't panic!I am the mother of mothers!My bold idea has not been realized yet, how could something happen, right?

Wuwuwu This chapter has been rewritten several times, but I am still not satisfied. Maybe I need to edit it again.