The powerful princess arrives with a space warehouse

The carriage swayed along the way and finally arrived before the border gate of Beiyue State was closed. Ouyang Yunyao and Chu Chenjing sat in the carriage and closely observed the whole process of Beiyue guards checking the customs clearance documents of the caravan and then letting them pass. The caravan entered the city smoothly and stopped at the door of an inn. They also jumped off the carriage and strolled around the city of Beiyue wearing invisible clothes.

They even went up to the city wall and took a walk around the city wall.

"Gurgle, gurgle" Ouyang Yunyao's stomach protested. It seemed that it was time to find an inn to settle down and then go to a Beiyue specialty restaurant for dinner. The two of them stopped wandering and found a remote corner. They quickly took off their hidden clothes and packed up.

As soon as they walked out of the alley, they saw a nice-looking inn on the street and walked in directly. The waiter in the inn saw the handsome man and beautiful woman coming and hurriedly came up to them, "Sir, do you want to stay in the inn?

"Are there any better rooms?"

"Yes, yes, but there is only one room left on the third floor." Before Ouyang Yunyao had the chance to ask more, Chu Chenjing answered directly, "Okay, then this is it, take us upstairs." Chu Chenjing threw a piece of silver to the waiter.

The waiter took the silver and led the two to the door of the innermost room on the third floor with a smile, saying, "Sir, you came at the right time. This room was previously reserved by a young man named Yang, but he just returned it. It's strange, I don't know what happened these two days, our inn is full, it has never been so busy before."

"Oh? How many inns do you have here?"

"To be honest, sir, this is a small place with only three inns. Ours is the best."

Although this room cannot be compared with the bedroom in Yaoguang Pavilion, it looks pretty good. It has a small living room, a big and soft bed, and the furnishings are simple and elegant.

"Bring us some water, we want to bathe."

"Okay, sir."

After a while, the waiter brought hot water.

While Chu Chenjing was taking a shower, Ouyang Yunyao also entered the space and took a quick hot shower. She felt so comfortable, and all the fatigue of the day disappeared.

……

Chu Chenjing finished bathing, changed his clothes, and came to the small hall. He saw a handsome young man sitting at the table, sipping tea leisurely, looking up and talking to him with a smile.

His black hair was tied up with a white silk ribbon, and he was dressed in snow-white silk, with a long white silk tassel tied around his waist, on which was a piece of white jade. He looked handsome, with a straight nose, fair skin, and a pair of beautiful eyes that were pure and pure, like a banished immortal.

Chu Chenjing was stunned. He recognized her. This was his naughty little princess. Yaoyao dressed as a man, which made his eyes light up. She always gave him different surprises.

"What's the matter, Mr. Chu, don't you recognize me?" Ouyang Yunyao changed her voice and joked.

Chu Chenjing shook his head, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth without him realizing it.

The two chatted and laughed as they walked out of the inn, ready to find a restaurant to have a meal and inquire about the situation in Beiyue Kingdom.

……

South County

Compared with the leisurely life of Ouyang Yunyao and Chu Chenjing, the situation in Nanjun Province is obviously not very good.

The heavy rain in Nanjun Prefecture finally stopped, but drizzle was still falling intermittently, the river water had not receded, and many farmlands and houses were still submerged in water.

These days, Chu Chenyan has ordered people to set up some tents in higher places to accommodate some of the victims. He also settled other victims in the homes of residents in the city or surrounding counties that were less affected by the disaster, but the most urgent thing at the moment is to solve the problem of food shortage.

The food Han Fengli sent was just in time, and finally solved Chu Chenyan's urgent need. Although he had brought 3,000 elite soldiers from Kyoto to provide disaster relief, a skilled cook cannot cook without rice. If the food crisis is not alleviated in the next few days, the victims may riot due to long-term food shortage, and the consequences will be disastrous.

He knew very well that the food was hard to come by, so he began to arrange disaster relief matters overnight.

He first arranged a team of soldiers to go with local officials to distribute food to residents in the city and surrounding counties the next morning according to the pre-calculated number of victims. He also planned to expand the original one porridge shed to seven, three of which were located in the city and the other four in the surrounding counties where the flood was less severe, so as to accommodate the victims nearby. When everything was arranged properly, it was already dawn.

Poor boy, Chu Chenyan only rested for a short while and then got up.

The next morning, he immediately summoned all local officials who had not gone to the disaster relief work to the state capital to discuss how to solve the flood problem.

These days, he has traveled around Nanjun State and checked the current status of the dams around several rivers one by one. It is really unbearable to look at. Many dams are seriously damaged, as if they are as fragile as straw.

Chu Chenyan pondered: The imperial court spends tens of millions of taels of silver on building dams every year. If that money was really used to build dams, how could the flood this time be so serious?

At this moment, a group of local officials have gathered in the meeting hall of the Nanjun Prefecture Government.

A man in his thirties walked in leisurely from the doorway and shouted, "Fourth Prince, what's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry? Why did you call us here so early?" It seemed that these officials of Nanjun Prefecture had someone backing them up and did not take the powerless Fourth Prince seriously at all.

Chu Chenyan sat in the middle, staring at the newcomer with a serious expression. He knew that this person was Dong Luo, the governor of Nanjun Prefecture, and a man of Prime Minister Xue. Before he came, his third brother had informed him of the investigation on some officials in Nanjun Prefecture and asked him to be on guard at all times and act with caution.

Assistant Minister of Works Chai Junneng and Hu Chenghu were sitting below. Han Fengli was also present. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked quietly at the people below.

Then someone else jumped out and said, "Oh, yes, hasn't the food been delivered? Why doesn't the Fourth Prince just distribute the food? Why did he call us here so early in the morning?" He said with disdain.

Chu Chenyan looked over and saw that the man was He Canliang, the county lieutenant of Nanjun Prefecture. He was of the same kind as the governor. Most of the officials of Nanjun Prefecture were from Xue Xiang's faction, including the county magistrate Zhu Caixiang.

At this time, Chu Chenyan looked coldly at the group of mobs below and said, "Who among you can tell this prince what caused this flood?" Although his voice was not loud, his voice was full of solemnity and condescending momentum. Although he had never dealt with any major events before, he was a prince after all, and he had followed his third brother to deal with some things in the past few months, so he still had some momentum.

When the officials heard what the Fourth Prince said, they all kept silent. Then the cunning prefect Zhu Caixiang stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, in the past few days, the officials of our Nanjun Prefecture have been busy with disaster relief. Now that the food has arrived, we can breathe a sigh of relief. Haven't you seen the flood situation? I have asked County Magistrate Zhang and Governor Du to accompany you to check several counties."