Chapter 6 The flood returned very quickly. …
The return trip was extremely fast.
When we moved to the Imperial Garden again, the summer morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the temperature was just right. In the Imperial Garden surrounded by flowers and trees, the breeze brought a slight coolness.
In the Imperial Garden, in the pavilion in the lotus pond, dewdrops were still condensed on the brick-red tiles. A lilac-colored figure stood quietly, leaning against the railing, her gold-woven skirt swaying gently in the morning breeze.
The palace maids beside them were holding tea sets and snacks in their hands, moving quietly around the pavilion, brewing tea and preparing snacks.
"Your Majesty?" Hearing the movement behind him, the lotus-colored figure suddenly turned around. "You can actually come today?"
Seeing the young girl in front of him, a look of surprise appeared on her pretty face.
"What's wrong? Is your Majesty feeling unwell?" Song Yunlan circled around Song Heng and found that Song Heng was fine. A huge smile appeared on his smart face. "It's amazing, he's fine this time."
"very nice."
Seeing the girl sighing from the bottom of her heart, Song Heng couldn't help but feel happy.
Extraordinarily contagious.
My previous vague impression of Princess Changle finally became clear.
Song Heng: "Do you know me well? How did you come to this conclusion?"
Princess Changle shook her head, looking adorable, "Yes, brother Emperor, you were unconscious before."
"Unconscious? What's going on?" Song Heng grasped the key point and asked.
"Ah, did I tell you?" Princess Changle asked doubtfully, "But mother warned me not to tell you."
"So, Yunlan doesn't know." Song Yunlan finished the first sentence, immediately closed his eyes and thought, opened his eyes and continued, "It seems that he just knows that the emperor brother is uncomfortable."
This was a messy, incoherent description. Song Heng seemed to understand that there was something wrong with the person in front of him. Maybe he was a little slow, but Song Heng was not sure. The only thing he knew was that he probably couldn't get anything out of Song Yunlan.
"What is this?" Song Heng leaned over slightly and handed the talisman he had just taken to Song Yunlan and asked.
"I don't know." Song Yunlan thought carefully and answered seriously.
"Then who asked you to give this to me?" Song Heng asked for the information again without giving up.
"Yes, mother." Song Yunlan, who had been repeatedly told by her mother to deliver the gift to Song Heng, replied immediately with confidence when she heard the question about the source of the talisman.
Like a proud little kid who can finally raise his hand and answer questions in his favorite teacher's class.
"The imperial concubine?" After getting the result of his guess, Song Heng's mind returned here.
"Changle, have you had breakfast?"
“It comes only after using it.”
"Come over and have some snacks then."
"Great." Changle ran over happily, her lotus-colored skirt blooming like a lotus with every step, and the coral necklace around her waist tinkled.
Changle ate one bite at a time, and suddenly stopped after a while.
"Why don't you eat anymore?" Song Heng saw him stop suddenly and asked patiently.
"Mother doesn't allow me to eat too much. Changle is very obedient."
"Changle is so obedient." Logically speaking, these royal heirs should be ignored, if not hated.
But for Changle, Song Heng had an inexplicable fondness for her.
*
Enjoy the flowers and watch the fish.
Time passes quietly.
"Brother Emperor, Changle should go back."
"Okay, I'll take you there." Everything pointed to the imperial concubine, and Song Heng felt it necessary to go to the imperial concubine.
"Your Majesty," Wang Dequan quickly stepped forward and bowed, "The Imperial Preceptor is waiting for you in the Yangxin Palace."
Wang Dequan: "Look?"
"Please inform the Imperial Master that I have to attend the morning court today."
"Changle, go back first. The Emperor is busy right now and can't go back with you." After Song Heng gave Wang Dequan his instructions, he turned around and said gently to Changle, "I'll see you next time, okay?"
Changle was taught very well, and said in a clear voice, "Okay."
Although Changle looked reluctant and acted unwillingly, he still agreed obediently.
*
In the Golden Palace and the imperial court.
Vermilion pillars stood at the four corners, and civil and military officials were arranged in two rows, arranged according to their official rank. One of these rows was the cabinet, specially appointed by the old emperor who was obsessed with alchemy and seeking immortality and neglected the management of the court.
Although he is outside the official ranks, he has enormous power.
During the previous battle between the two parties, the cabinet was internally divided, each supporting different candidates. However, due to its immense power, the factional fighting only damaged its vitality, without affecting its foundation.
Today, the little emperor, Song Heng, went to court again.
The officials had already heard the news on their way to court. The thought of seeing the firecrackers again made their faces fall from the moment they heard the news.
Come to think of it, now is the post-war period, and every faction has been severely weakened. Without the original owner in the court, there is nothing more than listening to complaints and memorials. There is no need to come up with plans, nor is there any need to pay for the money and labor. Most importantly, there is no need to worry about the head on the neck and accidentally split the family.
As soon as Song Heng arrived at the Golden Throne Hall, he felt an oppressive atmosphere. He imitated the original owner's lazy appearance and slumped directly on the dragon throne.
Having gotten up too early, Song Heng's eyes were straining. He could only lower his brows and look at the people paying their respects in the hall. He could clearly feel the tense atmosphere inside.
"Long live the emperor."
"My dear ministers, please stand."
After the formalities were completed, the meeting began.
"Your Majesty, the floods in the south of the Yangtze River have displaced hundreds of thousands of people. If no intervention is made, there may be civil unrest." As the ministers looked at each other in bewilderment, Lu Zhifeng stood upright like a pine or cypress, holding a jade tablet, and bowed without hesitation to report the most serious situation.
There is no buffer time.
After Lu Zhifeng finished his report, the officials around him immediately straightened up, leaned slightly, and tried to move away.
The original owner had been oppressed since childhood, and now that he had turned his life around, he didn't want to hear about other people's suffering. He only wanted the scale of his own palace and the grandeur of his mausoleum.
What's more, there are still some people who persecute him, jumping around in the court, who must be executed immediately. It would be a betrayal of the original owner's own tyrannical personality.
"Emperor Master...get out..."
Thinking that this was the mission objective, he had to give Lu Zhifeng some face. He was just about to ask him to explain his solution.
Just as he said the words "Imperial Teacher," he was about to ask what his ministers thought. Suddenly, the conversation turned to "Get out, get out!" Fortunately, Song Heng closed his mouth in time. He only lip-synched the word "get out."
Lu Zhifeng, who was reporting from below, heard Song Heng calling him and raised his head slightly, only to see the emperor with his brows lowered and his mouth tightly closed.
Without giving it much thought, he continued to report his proposed solution, "I think we should immediately bring money, food, and supplies and send people to dig a new canal and dredge the river."
Several other officials, concerned about this matter, straightened their bodies and leaned upwards slightly, looking up at the emperor. Seeing that Song Heng showed no unusual reaction, they carefully expressed their concerns, "Imperial Master, your words make sense, but digging a new canal is extremely expensive, and the treasury is currently empty. How can we solve this problem?"
"And..." Thinking that the current discussion wasn't about the previous party dispute that had caused too much damage, the official in question omitted the reason and asked directly, "What's more, there's no suitable candidate right now?"
Lu Zhifeng pondered for a moment before speaking again, "Your Majesty, I believe that digging a new canal, while costly, will address the root cause. This area has been plagued by floods for years, and implementing this policy will solve the problem once and for all. It will truly benefit the people."
Lu Zhifeng paused. "As for the issue of expenses, as I know, the late emperor would set aside funds for disaster relief every year. This time, the money is missing and its whereabouts are unknown. I'm afraid there's something fishy going on."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the officials in the court gasped, their jade tablets in their hands soaked with sweat, and cold sweat broke out on their backs. No one dared to speak. They lowered their heads and glanced up, glancing at the expression on Song Heng's face as he sat on the throne.
"Get out, all of you, get out!"
Song Heng felt very uncomfortable now. After hearing Lu Zhifeng's next words, he blurted out in anger.
"The court meeting ends here." The eunuch was very experienced in court meetings and had seen scenes like this many times.
Of course, this is true for the original owner.
After shouting those two sentences, Song Heng felt much better. He immediately raised his eyes and looked down, his gaze following Lu Zhifeng who was still making a complaint.
The unbearable feeling in my heart suddenly eased a little.
Jiangnan, flood, where the male protagonist is.
"The Imperial Master will stay here, and we will discuss this matter again in the Yangxin Palace."
Why did the country collapse so quickly three months later? Perhaps this was an opportunity.
Otherwise, even the Son of Heaven cannot go against the laws and achieve success overnight.
When Lu Zhifeng heard that he was being left behind, he didn't react at all.
Accept it calmly.
The other officials did not think so and cast sympathetic glances at Lu Zhifeng.
Of course Song Heng also saw this scene.
Doubtjpg.
[I, will harm my mission target? ]
It's definitely impossible, okay.
002: Yes, yes, you won’t. I don’t know who wanted to give up first.
"What do you mean by giving up? That's not happening." With Lu Zhifeng now the only one left in the court, Song Heng didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He could even tease the system.
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