The rain that had fallen in the capital for four days finally stopped on the morning of the fifth day.
The sky, which had been covered by dark clouds, began to turn azure, and golden light shone through the fine clouds onto the earth.
The streets, which had been damp for several days, gradually dried under the sun.
A horse-drawn carriage slowly drove away from the Censorate.
Lu Cijian sat in the carriage, closing his eyes to rest.
Last night, due to the flood in Qingnan, everyone in the Censorate was summoned back. After discussing it all night, they decided who would go to Qingnan in two days.
He was among them.
Qingnan is quite far from the capital, located in a remote area where the people are poor, and he is not very familiar with that area.
Mo Ge didn't know much about this place, only that it used to be a rich and prosperous place, but had gradually declined in recent years.
There are too many unknowns about this trip to Qingnan, and the journey is long, so it will probably take at least three months from Beijing.
The thought of not being able to see the person he wanted to see for three months made him feel a little sad.
But he had to go on this trip to Qingnan, whether for the position of Right Vice Censor-in-Chief or for the people who suffered from disasters every year.
We need to at least figure out why there are floods every year, and why disaster relief is provided every year, yet nothing changes.
Thinking it over, he simply said to the coachman outside, "Go to the Jiang family on Yue'er Street."
The driver responded and quickly turned the rickshaw around, heading towards Moon Street.
Wang San entered from outside the carriage and said respectfully, "Young Master, news has come from the palace that you must find General Wei and Deputy General Jiang during your trip to Qingnan."
Lu Cijian frowned. "Are they still in Qingnan?"
He knew about a month ago that General Wei was going to return to the capital, but he didn't expect that those people would still be in Qingnan.
They are bound to be trapped in the floods in Qingnan.
Wang San nodded and said, "Yes, the person in the palace said they are probably trapped in Qingnan and have lost contact with the main force. In addition to disaster relief, we also need to find them on this trip to Qingnan."
The Pavilion Master has already sent someone to Qingnan, but there's still no news.
Lu Cijian nodded and said nothing more.
The King of Chu has indeed made a grand strategic move this time.
By trapping Wei Jinghai and his group in Qingnan and then specifically donating family wealth to Qingnan, every step was designed to benefit him.
It's possible that the floods in Qingnan were also related to the other party.
The carriage soon stopped at the Jiang family's residence.
The gatekeeper stared at Lu Cijian with some confusion, but Xiao Ye and Xiao Nuan'er rushed out of the mansion and hugged Lu Cijian tightly.
The two little ones stood beside him, looking up at each other, their fair and chubby little faces like two glutinous rice balls.
"Brother Cijian, how come you've gotten even taller?" Xiao Ye looked up at the person in front of him, frowning with some dissatisfaction.
He clearly remembered that Ci Jian Ge wasn't this tall before.
He thought that in a few years he would grow as tall as Ci Jian, but he never expected that before he could reach Ci Jian's height, Ci Jian would grow taller first.
If things continue like this, won't he never be able to reach Ci Jian Ge in his entire life?
Little Nuan'er pouted and nodded, her chubby little face scrunched up as if she were troubled.
Lu Cijian was amused, reached out and rubbed the two little ones' heads, and said helplessly, "Let me in first."
The two little ones then realized what was happening, quickly let go of his legs, and walked towards the mansion.
As they walked, the two little ones chattered incessantly about everything in the mansion, clearly showing how much they loved the place.
Lu Cijian listened silently for a while before asking, "Is Mianmian in the manor?"
Just as Xiao Nuan'er was about to nod, a dissatisfied voice interrupted, "Sister Yi Mian isn't here, you should go back."
Zhao Xiaonian stood at the end of the corridor, blocking the way of the group, his face full of dissatisfaction.
They've been in the capital for almost a month now, and this guy hasn't even visited once, despite how much he thinks highly of Lu Cijian.
If Uncle Jiang knew that this person had other feelings for Sister Yi Mian, he might not be happy.
Lu Cijian raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. Before he could speak, Song Er grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him away. "What nonsense are you talking about, kid? You haven't been beaten in a few days, are you asking for a beating again?"
"Young master, Miss Jiang is in the manor, and Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang are also here."
Lu Cijian nodded, went to see Wang Fengqin and Jiang Dazhuang first, and then went to Jiang Yimian's courtyard.
Jiang Dazhuang watched the slender figure leave the front hall, then hesitated before asking, "Fengqin, what is the relationship between this young Master Lu and Yi Mian?"
Back in Pingjiang County, he only thought the other person was Yi Mian's friend, but now it seems unlikely.
How could someone who is an official in the capital be friends with them?
Moreover, they also sent so many items that were obviously very valuable.
He always felt something was off.
Looking at the silks, exquisitely packaged teas, and several finely crafted inkstones on the table, Wang Fengqin said helplessly, "Cijian is just too polite. We're all family, yet he brings so many things to our home."
"It's been so long since I've seen him, and he looks like he's lost a lot of weight. I'll definitely invite him over for dinner another day, and I'll make him some nourishing soup."
"A family?" Jiang Dazhuang frowned.
Wang Fengqin glared at him. "Ci Jian used to live with us in the small depression for several months. He's a good person and has helped the family a lot. He saved you this time. He's a great benefactor to our family. What's wrong with me treating him like half a son? Don't make a fuss."
Back in the small depression, Lu Cijian seemed a bit aloof, but he had a kind heart. He specially brought them various animal furs and drove wild boars to the depression so that they could have an easier time in the winter.
Not to mention that later they lived together in Qingshi Village, and since their families were next to each other, they often visited each other.
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