Chapter 172 Disaster relief, life hangs on a thread!
"No evidence?" Li Yan laughed, "We are the Eastern Palace Guards, how could we follow a little girl like you without any evidence?
Who knows if you have ulterior motives? "
"Li Yan!" Xu Shiming finally couldn't stand it anymore, clenched his fists and said angrily: "You are delaying a life now, do you know that?"
"It's not your turn to teach me a lesson--" Before Li Yan could finish his words, a powerful force suddenly came from his lower back, as if he was lifted up by an invisible hand.
He actually flew into the air from the horse's back and fell heavily to the ground!
Murong Jing swung the whip lightly, and the whip was retracted like a spirit snake. With this action, Li Yan rolled on the ground for several times, covered in mud, looking miserable.
He struggled to get up from the ground and almost slipped. Li Yan, angry and embarrassed, pointed at Murong Jing and cursed:
"You bitch—"
Before he finished speaking, another whip came fiercely, the whip shadow was as fast as lightning, instantly leaving a shocking blood mark on Li Yan's face!
The bloodstain meandered from the left corner of the eye to the right side of the face, like a hideous demonic pattern.
Murong Jing looked down at him, with a strong murderous intent bursting out of her dark eyes.
Li Yan was, after all, a son of a noble family. He had never been on a battlefield, so how could he have seen such a murderous look? His arrogance disappeared without a trace in an instant, but he still felt a little unwilling in his heart.
He was beaten by a woman in public. How could he survive in the East Palace in the future?
"You... do you know who I am?" Li Yan forced himself to remain calm and said bravely, his eyes fixed on Murong Jing's whip, "My uncle is Li Changjing, the commander of the Five Cities Army!"
"Wucheng Bingmasi, Li Changjing, I've got it in mind." Murong Jing's eyes were cold, "Go back and tell him to cherish his official hat for a few more days."
She pointed the whip at Li Yan, and Li Yan immediately shrank his head in fear.
"Now, have your men follow me immediately!"
Li Yan swallowed his saliva. He didn't know why a tall and strong man like him would be so timid in front of this woman.
He forced a smile and shouted to his men, "What are you still standing there for? Quick, lay the straw!"
The East Palace's convoy quickly adjusted its direction, and the people brought by Murong Jing were combined with the original people, which greatly increased the efficiency. The people who pushed the carts and laid the straw each performed their duties, and the group finally moved towards their destination.
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The river water was piercingly cold, so cold that it seemed to penetrate the bone marrow.
Zhao Sicheng held his breath and dived hard in the turbulent river. After several attempts, he finally felt a suction force underwater, which seemed to be the entrance of the water from the pipe burst.
He pulled the rope around his waist, and a force immediately pulled him up.
Zhao Sicheng surfaced, wiped the water off his face, and shouted to Song Mian and Qian Zhubu on the dam:
"Right here, let them push the rocks and sandbags down from here!"
Several large rocks were pushed down from the position pointed by Zhao Sicheng, and the speed at which mud and water flowed out of the large pit on the backwater side of the dam slowed down significantly.
The water inlet was partially blocked, but not completely.
Song Mian looked anxious and urged Zhao Sicheng to come up quickly.
Zhao Sicheng was still a little worried. "I'll go down and take another look, and I'll be back soon!"
"Ah——!" Before Song Mian could stop him, he saw Zhao Sicheng dive into the water again.
A blinding flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire surface of the river. Everyone was staring at the place where Zhao Sicheng dived into the water. No one noticed that several pieces of shabby wooden boat wreckage were floating towards them upstream.
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"Boom--" Thunder exploded in the sky above Jiangzhou City, like a roar coming from the depths of the underworld, shaking people's hearts.
Xiao Wan knelt stubbornly outside the Xiao family ancestral hall, her back as straight as a pine tree. Even though the rain beat mercilessly on her body and blurred her vision, there was no sign of wavering on her usually delicate face.
Mr. Xiao held an umbrella and walked along the muddy path to the outside of the ancestral hall. His voice sounded particularly stern in the wind and rain.
"Are you willing to marry Yang Xin?"
"I don't want to." Xiao Wan's voice was almost drowned out by the downpour.
Madam Xiao felt so distressed that she advised, "Master, if Wan'er really doesn't like Mr. Yang, then we should just not marry her and choose a good husband for her..."
A trace of pity flashed through Mr. Xiao's heart, and after a long time, he finally let out a long sigh.
Forget it. I can just repay the Yang family's kindness in other ways. I can't really force my daughter to death for this.
Just as Master Xiao was about to give in, Xiao Wan's intermittent voice once again reached their ears.
"My daughter...will not marry anyone but Zhao Sicheng."
Madam Xiao was so angry that tears came out, “What crazy things are you talking about, how could the two of you!”
"Rebellious son, rebellious son!" Mr. Xiao's originally wavering expression was once again replaced by anger.
He swung his sleeves fiercely, forcibly pulled Mrs. Xiao, who had a helpless look on her face, and turned away.
In the heavy rain, Xiao Wan's figure swayed, and she knelt straight again.
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Just as Zhao Sicheng dived into the water, Song Mian on the dam heard a noise coming from a distance.
He immediately turned around and saw a dozen torches flickering in the darkness, followed by several trucks full of supplies. A light finally burst out in his anxious eyes!
"Here they are! The supplies from the East Palace have arrived!" Everyone was immediately excited.
Among the supplies there were naturally sacks tied into bundles, and everyone rushed to help.
Ouyang Ye went to the dam to check the situation at this time. Several people in charge were not there, and the scene suddenly became a little chaotic.
"Everyone, calm down. Now all the women fill the bags with sand and the men will be responsible for carrying them to the dam!" Zhu Lan had a calm expression and made good arrangements. As expected, everyone's efficiency increased.
Soon, the water pit where the pipe burst occurred was surrounded by circles of sandbags. These sandbags were placed in a staggered manner to form a solid enclosure.
The water level in the well began to rise slowly, and the sandbags were raised higher and higher.
Song Mian looked at the scene in front of him and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he felt someone tugging at the rope in his hand. It was Zhao Sicheng signaling him.
"Hurry, pull!" Song Mian and Qian Zhubu worked together and finally saw Zhao Sicheng's shadow about to surface.
Zhao Sicheng's hands, which were grabbing the rope, had already emerged from the water. At this moment, a huge piece of driftwood floated over from the darkness!
Zhao Sicheng, who was already short of oxygen, only felt a sharp dull pain next to his solar plexus, and then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.
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