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It's some household chores and trifles, but as long as we can talk about it, it won't be cold or indifferent... I also know it's stupid. "I couldn't help but smile helplessly when I said this, "But I really don't want brothers to kill each other. "|

"If His Highness backs down again and again, it is His Highness who will be hurt. This is unavoidable."

Zuoqiu Yang didn't say a word, just turned his head slightly, and said softly: "So, I am stupid, but even if I am stupid, if I can let everyone live in peace, I will be happy."

"The emperor doesn't want to see you like this, Your Highness."

Mentioning Zuoqiu Jie, Zuoqiu Yang's expression moved slightly, and after a while he said slowly: "...I'm tired."

Hearing this, the attendant retreated consciously, leaving only Zuoqiu Yang alone in the room.

After turning off the lights, the silver light of the moonlight sprinkled into the room, soft and gentle, covering with a layer of ambiguous silver gauze.

Zuoqiu Yang took off his clothes and lay on the bed, his father's influence suddenly appeared in his mind, from childhood to adulthood, it gradually became clear and vivid in his mind - suddenly he clenched his fists tightly, as if trying to bear it, and then slowly relaxed open.

"Father..."

【Third Prince's Mansion】

As soon as Zuo Qiuyu returned to the mansion, he hurriedly approached Ye Zuochen to discuss.

"Mr. Ye, look at this..."

"The fourth prince made it very clear. It depends on what His Highness thinks." After listening carefully to Zuo Qiuyu's description of the party, Ye Zuochen fell into thought.

"According to what Mr. said, the best policy is to have two enemies and one side."

"Hmm. Besides, from His Highness's description, I don't think the Fifth Prince is simple."

"Fifth brother looks like a prince who is loved by thousands of people on the surface, but this hall always feels that something is wrong, especially after today's gathering." Zuo Qiuyu also became serious.

Ye Zuochen didn't say a word, his feather fan shook lightly, his eyes were far-reaching, and he fell into silence.

"By the way, Mr. Ye, how to deal with Wei Shengni?" Zuo Qiuyu suddenly spoke.

"Your Highness wants to hug the beauty back, you still need to ask me?" Ye Zuochen smirked and shook his feather fan, wanting to know if the third prince really came to his senses.

"This hall is not a foolish person." Zuo Qiuyu heard that Ye Zuochen's words contained sarcasm, and couldn't help but feel resigned, with a slight anger on his face.

"Your Highness is willing to let me investigate?"

"Of course, nothing can compare to the position of the crown prince." Zuo Qiuyu's eyes turned hard.Since the eldest brother died, he has been eyeing the crown prince even more.He is the oldest among the four princes, and his mother is a noble concubine, so he should be the heir to the throne without a doubt, but now... Thinking of this, he couldn't help clenching his fists and rattling.

Hearing this, Ye Zuochen felt that the third prince had a clear understanding of the situation, and that there was no cure, so he got up seriously and said, "I'm going to ask Shi Yuelou to investigate."

"I want to be sure."

"Your Highness can't trust me?"

"My hall certainly believes in Mr. Ye."

Ye Zuochen's mouth curled up when he heard the words, revealing a gentle smile, he was sure to win.

33

In early July of Rong Ye's 21st year, Jiangnan was hit by a once-in-a-century flood.

Kongliang City was the first to bear the brunt, flooded everywhere, and the beautiful pools of good fields turned into a vast ocean, and the people were in agony.Jiangnan is the granary of Yasukuni, and most of the imperial court's income depends on Jiangnan. If the neighboring countries start a war at this time and take the opportunity to invade, the consequences will be disastrous.Moreover, the people in the south of the Yangtze River now believe in the words of the Taoists who pretend to be gods and ghosts. If no measures are taken to appease the hearts of the people, it may cause riots among the people.

The ministers have already expressed their opinions, and they all have the same meaning, that is, one person must be sent to the south of the Yangtze River to control this monstrous flood.It's just that the candidate for flood control has caused endless disputes among the ministers.

Someone suggested: "Why don't you choose one of the princes to go, firstly, use the prince's prestige to show that the imperial court attaches great importance to the flood in the south of the Yangtze River, so that the common people will be convinced and stable, and secondly, you can experience the princes' handling of things, and have a better understanding of future events." It would also be beneficial to take over the affairs of state.”

As soon as this statement was made, it was recognized by all the officials, but it was quite controversial to choose one of the four princes.The cliques of the third prince and the fourth prince excused the prince one after another, but of course the fifth prince and his officials tactfully did not mention it, so they pushed back and forth, and finally it fell on the seventh prince Zuo Qiuyan.

This was what Gu Xi was most worried about. Zuo Qiuyan was not without party members in the court, but he was not far from his brothers, so he had the upper hand in this debate.

Zuo Qiujie didn't say a word. He naturally knew that the situation in the south of the Yangtze River was not that simple.

Thinking of his youngest son, he suddenly paused in his heart.Those familiar features gradually came to mind, and gradually overlapped with the image of the former emperor, and they were carved out of the same mold to be extremely similar.

When I first saw Zuo Qiuyan more than ten years ago, he was still thin and immature, and his loose robes dragged on and did not fit him at all.The other party knelt on the ground obediently, and looked at him with half fear and half admiration in his eyes. The similarity of his face shocked him.

However, he was as indifferent to the youngest as usual for more than ten years, even worse than the normal father-son relationship.Over the past ten years or so, Zuo Qiuyan has gradually grown up, even taller and taller than himself, and his appearance has become more and more handsome, but he is even more reluctant to see him.But apart from that face, I can't seem to find anything that particularly annoys me. So what is it that keeps me so indifferent to this son, even... afraid?

Heh, I am actually afraid of my own son, how is it possible?

However, that other voice seemed to come from a distant place, which made his heart skip a beat. He was startled and frightened, and the face that was extremely similar to Zuo Qiuyan lingered in his heart.

——Jieer...

"emperor?"

Only then did Zuoqiujie realize that he was in the courtroom, and quickly regained his composure, clenched his hands, his nails were almost embedded in his flesh, struggling inwardly, and said slowly after a long while: "...Okay, I decided to send Yan'er here The next trip will go to the south of the Yangtze River to control the flood."

Once the king speaks a word, it is hard to follow the four horses.

"Wait a minute, Your Majesty. I have something to say—" All the officials looked over after hearing the words, only to see Gu Xi saluting with both hands, with a smile in his eyes, polite and courteous, still in his usual cynical manner.All the ministers also knew that Gu Xi had always been favored by the emperor, and he was probably the only one who could show such a posture in the court.

"Yiqing, let's talk."

"I believe that this trip must be prudent, and the most important thing is to show kindness and generosity to the people in the south of the Yangtze River. Therefore, I think it is better to add another person to this trip."

Everyone thought it was okay, but they didn't know the intention of Gu Xi's words, and they were all discussing.

Zuoqiu Jie thought it was feasible, and said, "Then, does Yiqing have a good candidate?"

Gu Xi seemed to be thinking for a moment, and then slowly and cautiously said: "I think that Mr. Gao Run is rich and famous, and Mr. Gao Run's hometown is Kongliang City in the south of the Yangtze River. I think he will be able to do it if he goes this trip. understand the people’s sentiments…”

Gao Run is a minister in the cabinet. He has been worried about his hometown since the last dynasty. Hearing Gu Xi's mention now, tears burst into tears. Moreover, his son Gao Huan was arrested by Gu Xi in the case of the missing teenager not long ago. Rescue, also owes Gu Xi a favor.So he burst into tears and said: "The old minister asks your majesty for your grace... to send the old minister to this disaster relief..."

Zuo Qiujie couldn't bear to see Gao Run, a loyal veteran, so sad, so he said, "I promise you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty... Thank you, Your Majesty..." Gao Run burst into tears and couldn't afford to kneel.

Gu Xi also stepped forward and saluted with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Everyone present was moved, and both of them were tacitly aware that this performance was extremely exciting.

【Blue Mansion】

In midsummer, there is a burning sensation everywhere.

An eagle swooped down towards Lanfu Nunnery, and a letter fell from him and fell into Lanfu.

Wei Shengni hates the sun, and wanted to hide in the room but it was stuffy, so he fell in love with coming to this corridor to breathe.The left and right sides of the corridor are ventilated, and all of them are made of bamboo, which brings coolness and fragrance of bamboo and wood, which is just right in this hot summer.

Two waiters spread out a piece of clean white rice paper, Weisheng Niqi stood in front of the paper, his silver hair was tied up casually with a red string, his sleeves were rolled up, and his outer robe was casually draped over his body, the whole mess was messy. The clothes are matched with a frowning and solemn expression.

Suddenly Wei Sheng swung his hand backwards, the curtain of the pen on the bamboo table unfolded, he picked up a slightly larger awl and swiped the pen on the rice paper.In less than a quarter of an hour, the rice paper was already covered with ink, Wei Sheng hooked the corner of his mouth, and threw the wine glass in his hand into the air. All the wine is poured on the rice paper, the movement is done in one go, and the chic and romantic posture is eye-catching.

After being splashed with wine, the original vigorous ink gradually rhymes, making the whole painting look beautiful and hazy.The waiters at the side all stood there dumbfounded, with fascination in their eyes.

"Your letter, sir."

"There's a new place to play..." Wei Shengni let out a silence after receiving the letter and reading it.

*****

Song Yanchu packed up his belongings, picked up the medicine box he carried with him all the time, and left the door. When he walked all the way to the corridor, he happened to see Wei Shengni swaying, and couldn't help admiring him.

Song Yanchu saw that Wei Shengni had completed the painting, so he walked forward to the painting: "If you don't want to go back, you are also a person who knows calligraphy and painting."

Although this painting is in the freehand style, the brushwork is hazy and unrealistic, and the majestic posture seems to be a cliff of peeping clouds, but although this cliff is majestic, it is deserted...

Wei Shengni noticed the baggage and the medicine box that Song Yanchu had picked up, and frowned, the elegant interest in painting just now had disappeared, and the tone of his voice seemed ready to come: "Are you going?"

"Well, I'm going to visit Kongliang City. The flooded people in the south of the Yangtze River have no means of living..." When Song Yanchu said this, his face showed the compassion of a benevolent doctor. This time the flood was so severe that the people of the south of the Yangtze River had no way of living. As a doctor, there is nothing wrong with it.