The first rain of the thirteenth year of the Jianyuan era came later than usual.
After the system finished explaining the task, Li Chang'an stood up with a gloomy expression.
Seeing her master's expression, Su Xiao lowered her head and stood to the side, no longer daring to act coquettishly.
"Notify Zhao Hu and Chen Da to assemble everyone and prepare for disaster relief. The army is on a state of emergency. All personnel must obey orders unconditionally, cancel all leave, and receive triple pay every month."
"Disaster relief? Where is there a disaster here?" Luo Yang asked, somewhat puzzled.
"This rain will last until the second half of the year."
Upon hearing this, Luo Yang's expression immediately turned serious: "Six months! Are you sure?"
"I've never lied to anyone."
Luo Yang's heart sank. A few years ago, a rainstorm that lasted for two or three months caused the Yellow River to rise, which washed away the Jiangnan West Circuit, leaving hundreds of thousands of people displaced and the entire Jiangnan region in ruins.
It's raining now in the second half of the year, and it's happening in Beijing, the most densely populated city.
Luoyang dared not imagine how many people would die after this rain stopped.
She stood up straight with a solemn expression: "Yes, Your Excellency!"
After saying that, she rushed off to the military camp.
Li Chang'an looked at his disciple and slowly said, "Master is going out to do..."
"I'm leaving everything to you, Master's wife and the others. Take good care of the house, be good."
Su Xiao nodded and hugged her master: "Master, go ahead. Your disciple will take good care of the house."
Li Chang'an patted her head and sighed.
Plans can't keep up with changes, and what I originally planned now seems to be going to be disrupted.
After sighing, he took out his belt, summoned the Imperial Armor, mounted the Imperial Steed, and charged directly into the rain, then flew towards the Forbidden City.
Inside the Forbidden City, Emperor Jianyuan was holding his empress as they watched the rain outside their palace. For the past three months, not a drop of rain had fallen, and now that they had finally received this spring rain, he felt a sense of joy.
The Ming Dynasty has suffered many disasters in recent years. During this period, he was worried that the capital would suffer a severe drought. This timely rain put his mind at ease.
Just as he was feeling quite pleased with himself, he saw a dazzling golden light swirling above the Forbidden City and then flying rapidly toward him.
Chen Fenghuo, the Grand Eunuch who had been hiding in the shadows, quickly appeared and stood in front of Emperor Jianyuan. Lin Linfa also drew his sword and looked at the golden light with a solemn expression.
When Li Chang'an was a hundred meters away from Emperor Jianyuan, he jumped down from the sky, creating a crater a meter deep.
As the armor hit the ground, Chen Fenghuo saw his great-grandmother waving to him in his mind. He felt his legs go weak, but he still forced himself to ask, "Marquis Anping, you have trespassed into the palace without permission. Do you know your crime?"
Lin Linfa glanced at him and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
As expected of the empire's last guardian, his words are truly impressive.
No wonder his martial arts skills are no less than Wang Xianzhi's. With that kind of courage, even Heaven would probably praise him for his bravery.
Emperor Jianyuan shook his head and pulled Chen Fenghuo behind him: "Step back. If you want to attack me, it is because I am not a good emperor. You do not need to protect me."
After saying that, he addressed the man in the golden armor, "My dear minister, have you come to see me with any orders?"
Through his blindfold, Li Chang'an saw Emperor Jianyuan's composed demeanor. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "Your Majesty, I request that you mobilize troops for disaster relief and rescue."
"Disaster relief?"
Emperor Jianyuan and Chen Fenghuo exchanged glances before asking, "Does my minister have any premonition? Should I summon all the officials?"
Li Chang'an thought for a moment and nodded: "Alright, this is extremely urgent. Your Majesty, please summon all the officials in the capital."
Emperor Jianyuan looked at Lin Linfa: "Ring the national bell eighteen times!"
Gongsun Li was somewhat shocked when she heard the national bell toll eighteen times.
Inside the Forbidden City, the tallest building is the Star Gazing Pavilion, and on the pavilion is a bronze bell that weighs 9,527 jin (approximately 4,865 catties).
Generally, the eighteen strikes are only performed when an emperor dies, a new emperor ascends the throne, or when the Ming Dynasty faces a life-or-death crisis.
On the day she became empress and married Emperor Jianyuan, the bell rang twelve times.
Now, her husband doesn't ask what's going on, but just because Marquis Anping said it was extremely urgent, he has someone knock eighteen times.
This puzzled her. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Emperor Jianyuan shake his head at her, his eyes filled with a sense of melancholy.
Li Chang'an cupped his hands in greeting: "Your Majesty, I will go back to make some preparations first, and then come back later."
"Very well, my dear minister, go ahead. I and all the officials will wait for you here."
Summoning the Emperor Steed, Li Chang'an mounted it, preparing to return to the Marquis's residence and bring the silly girl over.
Although this thing looks like Nezha, it is also a high-tech product. If she were to design the flood control and disaster relief plan, it would definitely be able to provide reasonable disaster relief and manage the situation scientifically.
Rather than making the arrangements yourself, it's better to leave it to the silly girl and try to minimize the losses.
After he left, Gongsun Li couldn't suppress her doubts and wanted to ask him, but Emperor Jianyuan interrupted her.
"Can Feng Huo withstand the slap from the Yan family?"
Watching the golden light disappear into the distance, Steward Chen shook his head: "Even if the four great martial arts legends, plus all the terrestrial immortals, joined forces to deal with this immortal disciple, they would barely have a 10/90 chance."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Jianyuan looked up and asked, "One-nine split?"
Chen Fenghuo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Yes, it's 19."
"If he slaps us casually, nine out of ten of us will die."
"There's another 10%, and that's only if their birth chart is really strong and their ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke, that they can barely survive."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Jianyuan smiled and nodded, then turned to Gongsun Li and said, "That's why I struck the national bell eighteen times."
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