Startled Meng

"Unfortunately, Mr. Yan left the mansion to go to the west of the city, can you wait any longer?" Juniper recognized this person, he was the official of Qiliu, and it should be urgent to come here in person, but Mr. Yan left early in the morning I don't know when I'll be back.

Official Sifang wanted to talk in detail face to face, but he was in vain, and said disappointedly: "In that case, I will go back first, please hand over this booklet to Mr. Yan."

Juniper respectfully answered: "Yes."

Sifang Guan stayed for a short time, handed over his things and left, and the residence was still waiting for him.

At this time, Yan Cijing was following up on the construction of Yueba in the west of the city.

The moon dam can block the flood and drain the accumulated water in the city. It kills two birds with one stone and benefits the people's livelihood. Yan Cijing has been watching.

The old blueprints left by Mr. Meng in the early years are very useful. The master craftsmen invited improved on this basis, which is more suitable for the current layout of Jiangling City. However, the amount of work is large and it takes a long time. No sign of completion.

Workers came and went carrying stones, Yan Cijing stood beside the pile of stones in order not to block the road, and patted them with his hands.

The boss transporting the stone next to him smiled and said: "My lord, you are worrying too much. How can there be any bad things in the Yu family? No one dares to cut corners when it comes to such a major project as canal construction. What's more, the young boss personally asked, what material, how much material, what is in his heart?" How can we dare to be sloppy when we do things?"

"Huh?" Yan Cijing withdrew his hand, there was a layer of ash powder on the cutting edge of the stone, which was sticky and slippery, he twisted his fingers, "Your young master still cares about this kind of thing?"

The boss was very happy when someone chatted to relieve his boredom: "Now there is less management. Back then, he took over his father's business when he was just an adult, so it was called more management." He counted with his fingers,

"What to sell in what season, what to store, where to sell, everything is clearly stated, and there are also shopkeepers who report unclear accounts and wrong goods. He will find out and punish them all.

Yan Cijing said: "I think he is quite free."

The boss said in surprise: "I'm just free, so I always look at the big accounts, and leave the trivial matters to my son. He lived a small life and had the most concubines in Jiangling..."

Talking too much, the boss laughed a few times, and before he had finished talking, he leaned in front of Yan Cijing and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty Yan, you don't know yet? Boss Yu has lost a child from his master's family. I heard that it was left by his late wife. For so many years, the concubine in the eighteenth room has never given birth to a boy, not even a girl!"

"Fortunately, the young owner's family is up to the challenge, and the business has grown bigger and bigger over the years, blocking the mouths of those gossips!"

The boss sighed: "If you want me to say, Boss Yu can't put all the treasures on the young master's family, just in case something happens..."

Speaking of this, he looked up and found Lord Yan with a cold face, as if he was not happy, he quickly slapped himself: "Look at my mouth, Lord Yan, I'll go see what's going on underneath first! "

Luo Sheng walked over, saw Yan Cijing's unhappy expression, and asked cautiously, "Master Yan, what's the matter?"

Yan Cijing couldn't figure out this unreasonable anger, so he could only say that it was all right, he was here to supervise the work, so he shouldn't think about something, Yan Cijing stood outside the safety zone, looking at a few workers who were unfamiliar.

"Hey!"

"Are you okay?"

Yan Ci Jingyan quickly stabilized the bucket truck transporting the stone, and if it was too late, the bucket truck that was going uphill would slide down the terrain, crushing the workers who fell on the ground to death.

The worker clutched his forehead and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. He couldn't get up for a long time. When his companions saw it, they put down their work and ran over to help him.

People gathered around at once, Yan Cijing was squeezed, Luo Sheng protected him and took two steps back, shouted, Yue Junshan heard the movement from the corner and ran over, shouted the workers away.

"what happened?"

The five or six workers yelled at one another, as if someone had suffered from heat stroke.

Their accent was stronger than the local accent of Jiangling, Yan Cijing couldn't understand, so Luo Sheng asked him where they came from.

It turned out that these people were the people of Muzhou in the south of Jiangling. When Jiangling was flooded, Muzhou was also in the water and fire. Merchants and farmers were displaced, and they came to Jiangling all the way north.

All the fortifications in Jiangling City required people, which gave them a chance to make ends meet.

Yan Cijing asked: "There is no plague in Muzhou, and the situation in the city will not be worse than that in Jiangling. How can the people be reduced to this?"

Yue Junshan breathed out his nostrils: "The prefect of Muzhou is used to once and for all. When the city was plagued by epidemics and needed medicinal materials, Muzhou once stood by and watched. As long as they came from Jiangling, they would never be allowed to enter the city. Now the prefect drives out the most difficult refugees. It’s not hard to understand what it means.”

Luo Sheng also sang in harmony: "Oh, what is this called? Should we also wipe the bottom of Muzhou's mess?"

Ordinary refugees are just fleeing. The strange thing is whether Muzhou has closed the city. If there is a big chaos, there will be news. According to those people, the order in Muzhou city is still good, and everything can be controlled. Why did they Leaving Muzhou?

"We don't want to either!" said the uncle with a less accent, "We didn't know until we came to Jiangling that the Qiliu in the city provides simple meals and arranges work. If Muzhou can do the same, why would we leave?"

Was it Muzhou government's inaction?

"My lord..." Luo Sheng was speechless.

Yan Cijing nodded and understood what he meant. Muzhou did nothing and left the suffering people in the city to fend for themselves. This move seems to be forcing people to leave...

Yan Cijing wants to send someone to investigate what is going on in Muzhou, but what is more important now is that there will be more and more refugees pouring into the city.

Yan Cijing thought about this, and he was silent all the way. When he returned to the government office, he saw the letter left by the official Sifang, and then he realized that the matter had become more and more serious.

After dinner, Yan Cijing had been discussing with Luo Sheng and the others in the study, but there was no result for a while, so they could only discuss it another day.

Jun Jun carried a dark lantern and sent Yan Cijing back to his room.

Today it was Juniper's turn to be on duty. After Yan Cijing closed the door, he was about to go out of the courtyard as usual, but Yan Cijing stopped him.

"A Song, you can wait at my door tonight."

"Yes, my lord." Juniper turned around with the lantern in hand again, and sat down on the stone steps in front of Yan Cijing's room.

The whole yard was very quiet, Juniper heard Master Yan's footsteps, followed by the creaking sound of closing the window, Juniper felt strange, didn't Master Yan feel sleepy with the window closed?

Then there was no sound, and Juniper stared at the big cicada on the tree in a daze.

Across the door, Yan Cijing was pressed tightly on the bed by someone who suddenly broke in from the window, while holding his breath.

When the uninvited guest broke in, Yan Cijing was about to close the window, his eyes went dark, and before he could call someone, his mouth and nose were covered, and the sound of closing the window covered up the creak of the bed board when the two fell on the bed .

Yan Cijing was shocked at first, then angry, staring at Yu Fangzhi coldly, but his hands were pressed on top of his head, and his legs were also restrained. Apart from a silent warning, there was no deterrent effect on Yu Fangzhi.

Yu Fangzhi kissed Yan Cijing, and bit off Yan Cijing's collar. The pajamas were thin, and fell apart after a few rubs, revealing a small piece of fair chest. From the violent ups and downs, Yan Cijing now has How angry.

Yu Fangzhi stayed on his chest for a moment, and smiled: "Master Yan, don't be afraid, if you don't make some preparations, I withdraw my hand later, what do you ask someone to do? I can't do anything to Juniper."

Fearing that people would dare to rush into the government office at night, Yan Cijing opened his mouth and bit the flesh of Yu Fangzhi's palm, and began to grind like a demonstration.

"I'm afraid of the pain, Master Yan spared me." Yu Fangzhi let go, the palm of his hand was burning with pain.

As soon as Yan Cijing regained his freedom, he struggled violently, raised his leg to kick, and was entangled by Yu Fangzhi's quilt. He was angry and slapped Yu Fangzhi.

A crisp slap.

After beating Yu Fangzhi turned his face away, and also beat Yan Cijing dumbfounded.

"I said I'm afraid of pain, but Master Yan is still using so much force." Yu Fangzhi seemed not to care, he held the hand that was frozen in mid-air, and rubbed it.

On the door, Juniper's shadow was printed: "My lord, has something happened?"

Yu Fangzhi whispered in Yan Cijing's ear: "Do you want him to come in?"

Of course I didn't want to, otherwise Yan Cijing wouldn't be stiff all over, Yu Fang knew a great opportunity, kissed the corner of his mouth, pushed his robe even further, and squeezed the soft flesh around his waist .

Yan Cijing pressed his hand, and shouted in a vague voice: "It's nothing, it's just a mosquito."

Yan Cijing didn't dare to call people, Yu Fang knew that he should be bolder, but he didn't, silently tucked up his robe, tied a dead button around his waist, completely let go of Yan Cijing, and lay down obediently beside him .

All this was done because of Yan Cijing's choked voice, which made him uncomfortable.

"How long are you going to play with me?" Yan Cijing covered his eyes with his hand, very weak.

Yu Fangzhi held Yan Cijing lightly into his arms: "I want to be close to you, not to bully you."

"If every time I hug you, I have to be slapped, I am willing."

Yan Cijing was tossed by him, closed his eyes wearily, and said, "If I had known this would happen, I would rather not have seen you back then."

"Really?" Yu Fangzhi smiled, giving Yan Cijing a sigh of relief.

"It seems to be," Yu Fangzhi said to himself, "Look at you, you never let Juniper watch at night before, and even closed the windows to guard against me. What if you can't sleep well at night?"

Yan Cijing kept his face turned away, not wanting to look at Yu Fangzhi, so he didn't know at all, the pity and self-deprecation in Yu Fangzhi's eyes when he said this with a smile.

He never thought that Yu Fangzhi would reveal such emotions.

All he wanted was to let Yu Fang know.

"If you want to stay here, then you can stay, I'll go elsewhere."

Yu Fangzhi hurriedly held him down: "I'm here for something important! About Muzhou, you really don't want to listen?"

Regarding business matters, Yan Cijing really calmed down, waiting for him to continue.

Yu Fangzhi also became serious, the situation was serious, he had to temporarily restrain himself: "Come here with your ears."

Yan Cijing was also confused, the two of them were in the same room, they were whispering but couldn't get out, how could they be so close?

Yu Fangzhi smiled slightly and coaxed:

"You give me a sip, and I'll tell you."

The author says:

Afterwards, every time Yan Cijing thought of the slap, he would hold Yu Fangzhi's face with a look of remorse. At this time, Yu Fangzhi comforted: It's okay, it didn't hurt at all, and there was no mark left.

Xiaoqing muttered with her hands in her hands: nonsense!In those few days, the young master's face smelled like a latrine, how could anyone dare to mention the five fingerprints on his face?