Lian Jue

On the second night, before the heavy rain had stopped, the news of the Mianjiang River's breach reached Lian Jue's ears.There were countless casualties in Jiangcun, and the wailing shook the whole world.

Blessings never come, but misfortunes never come singly.When Jialan was once prosperous, good omens were frequent.But now, disasters continue, even God thinks there is no need for Jialan to exist?

Although Mianjiang had several major dangers in the past few years, it barely managed to deal with it.This time, it was a heavy rain that was rare in a century, and the Mianjiang embankment finally couldn't bear it and collapsed.Lian Jue threw off Dongli Yutian's entanglement, and stumbled to the gate of Jiuxiao Palace.

The rain fell on the top of the head, along the hair, along the unfinished clothes, and fell to the ground, suddenly becoming graceful.

The sound of the drums was heavy at night, and the sound of the drums spread to every corner of Liangdu.The drumbeat, mixed with Lianjue's heartbeat, each sound was like a hasty cry.

Lian Jue held the drumstick and beat it vigorously.Desperately, I want to wake up this Jialan, to see what this tired and sick Jialan has become.

The sound of wind, rain, drums, and Lian Jue's silent cry lingered throughout Liang.

Dongli Yutian stood beside him, unable to see his expression clearly.Suddenly, he looked up at the rainy sky, and suddenly lost any words.

Why, why bother? The foundation of this country was completely destroyed when the first emperor was alive.

Finally, the skin of Lian Jue's hands was worn out, and blood dripped down along the elbows.

Dongli Yutian suddenly couldn't bear to watch anymore, grabbed the drumstick from Lianjue's hand, pulled Lianjue away from the big drum, and couldn't tell whether what was in Lianjue's eyes was rain or tears.

"Dongli Yutian, leave immediately, I don't want to see you now." Lian Jue turned her face away.

"What did you say?" Dongli Yutian approached Lianjue, but gently wiped off the water droplets on his face.

"Get out--" The just-crowned emperor finally couldn't stand the moody man, roaring out of nowhere.

But this is not Dongli Yutian's style.He just hugged Lianjue tightly, allowing him to kick and bite, like a collapsed Mianjiang.The young king who supported Jialan was not as strong as he looked.

"Your Majesty, do you have anything to say?" Lian Jue in the court hall returned to the expression of sitting upright, but every minister could hear that His Majesty's voice was colder than before.

Before her hair was completely dry, the memorial in Lianjue's hand still read - Zhaolan's prosperous age, long live my emperor.

Fart! It's all like this, and you still talk like this.The hands tightened suddenly, kneading into a ball.

Telling a lie ten thousand times will not become the truth.Look at this vast country. It has been disintegrated internally, money is not available, and centralization has almost lost control.Prosperity?! What a shame.

"The Mianjiang River broke its embankment, and all the villages along the river were hit by disaster. You are all talking about living, so what should you do? Ao Zheng, you are the prime minister on the left, so talk about it."

Ao Zheng took his time and put the wat board in front of him.Then he said: "Your Majesty, the Mianjiang River suffers from floods every year. This year, it is only a little more serious. It is not a big deal. According to the old practice, the money for disaster relief will be distributed and the local officials will arrange for the reconstruction. It should be able to survive."

Hearing what Ao Zheng said lightly, a cold light flashed in Lian Jue's eyes. "Since this is the case, Lord Zuoxiang will personally be responsible for transporting the relief funds to Mianjiang River, and come back after the flood is cured!"

When Ao Zheng heard this, he hurriedly refused: "The old minister is old, and I'm afraid that he won't be able to handle the important affairs of the water. It's better to choose a young official to take on the responsibility. Your Majesty, now is a good time for young people to show their talents."

Lian Jue's eyes were cold, she swept across Ao Zheng's face, and then scanned all the officials present.Those people, on weekdays, are afraid that if they say a word less, they will lose a little limelight.Now he tries to reduce his presence as much as possible, for fear that His Majesty the Emperor will let him go to Mianjiang on a whim.

"Since Prime Minister Zuo is not in good health, let's go back home and rest for a while. After the flood is over, we can discuss state affairs with Prime Minister Zuo."

Ao Zheng's face turned blue, and he was very embarrassed. This was like slapping himself loudly in front of all civil and military officials.

Lian Jue, you yellow-mouthed child, if you hadn't seen that you were born of a concubine in the cold palace, you have no background and are easy to control, how could it be your turn to sit in this position? Now that you have the right, you are so aggressive again and again.

Stumbling thanks, Ao Zheng walked out of the palace gate and spat hard at a place Lian Jue didn't see.Let's see!

"Well, now that the disaster is urgent, someone volunteered to go to Mianjiang to help the disaster. If it succeeds, the officer will be promoted to the right minister. If it fails, come and see me!"

The court was silent for a long time, even the sound of needles could be heard.

Suddenly, a loud and steady voice sounded: "Chen Lumin is willing to go to Mianjiang for disaster relief, and is willing to live and die with the people of Jiangcun."

This statement speaks volumes.Baiguan breathed a sigh of relief, his wealth and life were finally preserved.There was a kind of ridicule and contempt in the eyes looking at Lu Min.

"Okay, Eunuch Liao, bring me my saber. With this sword, you can cut it first and play later. Lu Min, don't let me down."

"Yes! Your Majesty."