Xingxing blinked. Oh dear, so the person lying in this ice coffin was her and Brother Lin's past life. No wonder she suddenly felt very sad just now. It turned out that she was grieving for herself after her death.
"Am I really that big?" Xingxing looked at her past life in the ice coffin, somewhat incredulous.
“It’s only three meters long. Adult dragons are thirty or forty meters long. Our true forms look huge, but we are actually cubs. When you transformed into a human, you were only six years old and I was eleven.” Zhu Lin explained patiently.
"How pitiful, it died before it even grew up. No wonder I felt sad just now. Luckily, we're alive again, so there's no need to be sad anymore." Xingxing comforted herself, and her mood quickly improved.
Zhu Lin remained silent for a long time, staring blankly at his past life's original form in the ice coffin, his feelings subtle and complex.
Xingxing tiptoed and patted his shoulder to comfort him, "Don't be sad. Didn't you say it's been many years? Our original body has been dead for so long, it's completely dead and can't come back to life. We should live in the present. Come on, let's go out and plant sweet potatoes."
Perhaps because she has no memories of her past life, Xingxing doesn't have the same complex and profound thoughts as the boy, and is even somewhat indifferent. The boy thinks this is good; since Longmeimei can't remember her past life, she can continue to be happy and carefree.
How do you grow sweet potatoes?
Naturally, she broke off the sweet potato seedlings that Zhu Lin had originally planted and buried them in the soil. There was a small hoe in the space, and Xingxing was responsible for digging the hole. After digging the hole, she let Zhu Lin put the sweet potato seedling in, and then she filled it with soil.
After planting the sweet potatoes, Zhu Lin looked at his hands covered in mud and fell into deep thought again. He had been told that he didn't have to do the farming, but it seemed like he had been busy the whole time.
Xingxing seemed to understand his expression, and tiptoed to pat his shoulder again. "Brother Lin, don't be sad. I'm still young. Planting sweet potatoes by myself will be too tiring. You can't bear to see me overworked anyway, so helping out is no big deal. Thank you for your hard work."
"...It won't be too hard," the boy said helplessly.
"That's good, let's go out." Xingxing smiled and took his hand, waiting for him to lead her out.
After emerging from the space, the two discovered that only half an hour had passed outside, while they had been busy inside for at least two hours.
First, I lingered in the bamboo house looking at things for quite a while. Then I came out to turn over the soil and plant sweet potatoes. After planting them, I washed my hands and changed my clothes. It felt like half a day had passed, but time seemed to move more slowly outside. No wonder the sweet potatoes in the space grew so fast.
At this moment, a guard leaped in from outside the wall and handed Xingxing a note. "Princess, this is a reply written by Wanyan Xiong himself, taken from the leg of a carrier pigeon intercepted at Zhuge Zhongshen's gambling den."
Xingxing opened the note and handed it to Zhu Lin after reading it. "Wanyan Xiong is preparing to launch an attack on Da Jin in ten days. He wants Zhuge Zhongshen to cooperate with him. He hopes that at the critical moment of the war between the two countries, Zhuge Zhongshen can get close to the border general and kill him. He also wants to hang the general's head on the city wall of the border to show his power and demoralize the Da Jin army."
After reading the letter, Zhu Lin said expressionlessly, "Have Zhuge Zhongshen reply and tell Wanyan Xiong to send troops according to plan."
So Zhong Beiqiang and his men held a knife to Zhuge Zhongshen's neck and forced him to write a reply. Zhuge Zhongshen had been in much better spirits these past two days and had stopped being beaten. He had also become more cunning and actually started to play tricks on the spot.
Zhong Beiqiang stared intently at him and noticed that he had actually mixed in a few characters from the Great Silver Kingdom when he wrote the letter. This gave Zhong Beiqiang a handle to use against him. "Dog Zhuge, do you think I'm illiterate and blind? So you dare to play tricks under my nose. I think you're really tired of living."
"Ah!" Zhuge Zhongshen screamed, his face turned pale, and he fainted again.
Well, look at Vice General Zhong's fiery temper. Once his temper flares up, he can't control it. He grabbed Zhuge Zhongshen's left hand and chopped off his little finger with a knife.
Fainting?
Try splashing cold water on it to wake it up.
Zhong Beiqiang patted Zhuge Zhongshen's face and said gruffly, "Stop playing dead. Write a new reply. If you dare to try anything again, I'll chop off one of your hands."
This time, Zhuge Zhongshen dared not play any tricks. He honestly wrote a reply. After writing the last word, he collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, closing his eyes to hide the despair in them.
This time it's really all over.
The new prefect sent by the emperor is rushing to Xiyancheng. Xingxing and Zhulin have already planned the route, which direction to move to, and where to settle down.
A couple of days ago, Xingxing had another visual reminder in her mind, which basically confirmed the date of the sudden downpour. She even knew exactly where the water would rise rapidly. Right now, she was anxiously waiting for the new prefect. She was really in a hurry.
Seven days later, Xingxing finally met the newly appointed prefect. This prefect was originally from another prefecture, and this time he was transferred to a lateral position. He was also a confidant of the emperor and a good official who got things done. The emperor sent him to Xiyan City to solve the flood disaster, which also showed how much he valued him.
"Your subject greets the princess."
"Lord Wu, there's no need for such formalities. You must have had a long journey. But there's no time to rest right now. Let's discuss the evacuation of the city's inhabitants first." Xingxing sat down at the table, spread out a map, and began to explain the terrain.
After listening attentively, Wu Chong nodded and said, "I also studied the map of Xiyan City on the way here at night. The princess's analysis is very reasonable. Let's move the people according to this route."
"It's crucial to gather the people and convince them that a natural disaster is imminent so they will voluntarily cooperate in leaving. This arduous task is entrusted to Lord Wu. Don't worry, I've already contacted the prefect of Qingyang Prefecture to settle the refugees outside the city. We only need to worry about the people of Xiyan City." After giving her instructions, Xingxing told Wu Chong to leave and quickly make preparations.
Wu Chong was very efficient. In three days, he removed all the officials, big and small, from their posts in Xiyancheng and imprisoned them. This was a secret decree given to him by the emperor, which allowed him to directly dismiss these local officials on behalf of the emperor and then imprison them.
When the border region and the Great Silver Kingdom went to war, Wu Chong and the newly appointed county magistrates and other officials led troops to gather the people from all over the country and told them that the generals of Xiyu Pass were about to be overwhelmed and might not be able to hold out for more than a few days.
"Everyone, quickly pack up your valuables, especially grain, and set off immediately to escape to another prefecture. You can return here once things are peaceful," the county magistrate shouted to the people of the county.
"Sir, where are we going to escape to? How long will it take before we can come back? We just planted the wheat, how come we can't hold the border all of a sudden?" An older man asked, his voice trembling as he was about to cry.
"Survival is the most important thing. This is the prefect's order. Just do as he says and don't try anything funny. Anyone who hides and refuses to leave will not even know how they died. Don't blame me for not warning you then." The county magistrate was a middle-aged man in his early forties. He looked frail, but his voice was as loud as a megaphone, and he was full of energy.
Because of prior preparations, the border was held firmly, and Wanyan Xiong did not gain any advantage; in fact, he suffered some losses.
He waited furiously for Zhuge Zhongshen to kill the Jin general guarding the border, but no good news came, and he cursed all day long in anger.
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