This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The prince arranged an extremely tight itinerary, changing places every three days.

Notified in advance by Zhizhou, all the dikes and dams were replaced by the one-piece pouring method instead of the old method of building bricks and stones.

After many tests by the Water Control Research Department, it has been proved that this method is really good. It not only saves a lot of manpower, but also is really strong.

Not only can it resist water hammer, but it can also resist earthquakes.

They unanimously praised His Royal Highness to the sky.

Only one thing: too much money.

The crown prince has only been on tour for more than ten days, and he has not even visited one-fifth of the disaster-stricken areas, and 27 taels of snowflake silver have already been burned.

The DPRK and China are at loggerheads over this.

Half of the people boasted that he was comparable to Dayu, while the other half saw the money flowing out, feeling distressed as if they had been ripped out of their chests.

Except for the Hancui Palace, the rest of the palace had been filled with fresh melons, fruits and seasonal flowers early on.

The queen should set an example of saving, everything should be the most simple.

The emperor saw it, and had already stayed in Hancui Palace for seven or eight days.

Everyone in the harem knows their roots, but the empress is the only one who is trembling.

Taking advantage of the situation, the power of the queen was unprecedentedly concentrated and held in the hands of the queen.

The emperor got up before dawn and rushed to Qinzheng Hall without any food.

He has developed the habit of getting up at Yin time. If he went to bed late the night before writing papers, at most he would wake up a quarter before Mao time.

Except for being sick and unable to get up, government affairs have never been neglected for a moment.

For decades, he has lost his reputation of being wise and diligent.

The queen sent him out, waited until he disappeared, and told Cheng Yun, "Find someone smart and bring breakfast to the emperor's table. You always work so hard, how can you bear it without eating?"

Cheng Yun's eyes rolled, "Yes."

Qinzheng Hall.

The emperor entered the door with the help of the eunuch.

"The general has been waiting for a quarter of an hour." said the eunuch on duty.

The general was wearing a uniform, with several pleats on the cuffs, which were the pleats of last year's clothes pressed on the bottom of the suitcase.

He was a little thinner, and his shoulders were slightly loose, which didn't seem to fit him well.

"Coming?" The emperor sat on the chair and waved his hand.

All the people in the hall left.

The general lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt on the ground, "Greetings to the emperor."

"Get up," the emperor pointed to a chair beside him, "sit down and talk."

The general got up, grabbed a handful of stubble, and sat down.

"The old minister is leaving today," the general said, "Huan is young, and I'm afraid he won't be able to bear the bumps along the way. I will accompany him to kill time."

"Also." The emperor said in silence for a few breaths.

The general smiled on his face and said, "Huan's mood has improved a lot in the past few days, and he also has a smile on his face. Weichen told him about going to the northwest..."

"What did he say?" asked the Emperor.

The general sighed, "There is no response, just say 'Go and go'."

The emperor didn't know what to think, nodded and said nothing.

There was a knock on the door.

The conversation between the two was at the moment of pause, and the emperor said, "Go in."

A maid in a light blue palace dress came in with a tray and bowed, "I am afraid that the emperor is hungry, the empress, so I ask the emperor to have some breakfast."

The emperor glanced at her.

The maid straightened up slightly.

All the hair was pulled up and combed in a bun that is fashionable in the palace.

The neck is long and graceful.

Emperor: "What's your name?"

"Idioms for slaves and servants." The maid replied respectfully.

"Keep your head up," the Emperor ordered.

The maid raised her head and let him take a look neither humble nor overbearing.

The emperor nodded, "Why haven't I seen you at the empress's place?"

The maid lowered her head again and replied: "Going back to the emperor, this servant has been serving in the kitchen and has never shown up in other places."

The emperor nodded.

The general sat aside, staring at the ground without saying a word.

"Put the things on the table, go out." The emperor said to her.

The palace maid responded softly, and placed the contents of the tray on the table one by one with slender bare hands, then hugged the empty tray in front of her, saluted, and slowly retreated.

After leaving the door, he hurried straight to Hancui Palace.

When Cheng Yun saw her, she motioned to wait a moment, and after finishing tying the Queen's hair, she went up to speak to her.

After finishing speaking, the maid stood aside with her head bowed.

Cheng Yun hurried back and said to the queen in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the emperor summoned the general, and vaguely mentioned the matter of that little villain. You can't really hear it from a distance."

The queen stared into the void, "Oh?"

She asked as usual, staring at herself in the bronze mirror with her hair in a high bun, and smiled meaningfully: "No wonder I left in such a hurry in the morning."

Qinzheng Hall.

The general said: "Your Majesty, let's eat first."

"Let's eat together?" The emperor picked up the chopsticks, picked up an exquisite crystal bag, and dipped it in the jasper stalk rice soup, "I'm getting old, and I can't afford a meal."

"I've already eaten," said the general.

The emperor didn't seem to believe that he had eaten so early, looking at him out of the corner of his eyes, with lines of laughter forming on his mouth.

"I've really eaten it," the general also laughed, and said helplessly, "I'm so happy with the medicinal materials. I've become obsessed with cooking again in the past two days. He's in charge of three meals a day."

"How does it taste?" the emperor asked after taking a bite of the steamed stuffed bun.

"Hahaha," the general couldn't hold back his laughter, "I dare not stop eating!"

The emperor put down his chopsticks and laughed with him for a long time.

The lights in the hall dimmed because the sky outside the window gradually lit up, which set off the dimness of the interior.

The lamps and shadows swayed, isolated and helpless.

Countless dust floats in the void.

The shadows of the two chatted shallowly, becoming more and more erratic.

After a few moments of silence, the smile disappeared completely, and he was caught off guard and said: "Zhen, I want... to meet him."

Nishikawa.

Blackwater Bay.

The prince and his party stayed in Xiaoshagou for two days, catching up with a light spring rain.

There was not much rain, but it was still damp and muddy everywhere.

With such a little rainwater poured into this appearance, one can imagine what kind of disaster it would be if the fields were flooded.

The county magistrate here stretched out his hand to indicate the characteristics of each place, and then explained: "...in the rainy season, the grass grows taller to cover the swamp on the ground, and you accidentally get stuck, so most of them travel together. If there is an emergency, you can take care of each other. Ouch!"

The magistrate's screams all changed, "Hey——"

"Beware!"

On one side of Wu Da's body, he firmly grasped his arm with one hand and pulled him out.

With so much strength, he almost spit out the magistrate's breakfast.

"Thank you, thank you." The county magistrate straightened his black gauze hat, and rubbed the mud covered with shoes on the open space beside him.

Apparently it's a habit.

Just now, the magistrate was not paying attention, and his foot got stuck in the swamp, and he did a live demonstration.

The prince glanced back from the corner of his eye:

Song Chunjing lowered his head, stared at his feet, hesitated for a long time before taking a step.

The guards following him, carrying the medicine box, were frightened by him as if they were facing an enemy, and their arms were tense, ready to strike at any time, looking at him in fear.

After looking at it twice, the prince smiled unconsciously.

The magistrate smiled honestly, "Your Highness is making a joke..."

The prince closed his smile, and nodded casually with a straight face, indicating that it's okay.

The leaves on the high branches are a little wilted. It is said that there is no shortage of water here. Even if it is in the sun, it is spring again at this time, and it is not as hot as summer.

"Soaked in water for many years, the roots are rotten." Song Chunjing said to the little guard from behind.

Prince Guangming turned his head and asked him, "How can you see that?"

It can be heard from such a distance, the prince's double-mindedness is too obvious.

Song Chunjing frowned indistinctly, and replied: "The leaves are yellow and limp, and the branches are weak. It should be that most of the roots are rotten."

He didn't say absolutely, he only said 'should be', without giving others a chance to refute.

The prince's face sank like water, and he nodded.

Song Chunjing raised his muddy hem, looked at it and let go of it helplessly, letting it run its course.

The prince withdrew his thoughts and said: "This is not the narrowest part of the river, and there is no steep slope going straight. How can it be like this?"

The county magistrate sighed sadly, "This place was originally a ferry, but it didn't turn out to be here. It was because the upper reaches broke the dam last year, and the flood overflowed and filled this place, and it rained continuously, which made it look like this."

"Since it is not the main disaster area, the key is to dredge it, then dig trenches to divert the silted water to the side channels," the prince asked after finishing speaking, "Have you tried it?"

"I've considered this method, but..." The county magistrate wondered: "The side branch river is in Lin County, if we dig it directly..."

"Lack of money?" the prince interrupted him.

His Royal Highness the crown prince is rich in gold and jade, and has never known what it feels like to be short of money. Only when he came here did he realize that [-]% of the problems are caused by lack of money.

Wu Da stood aside and touched his uneven knife handle engraved with complicated patterns.

The magistrate was very embarrassed and hung his head, looking very tired.

The next moment, the prince said flatly: "After the statistics come out, how much is the difference, and the treasury will allocate it."

The magistrate's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was also wide open. After a long while, he knelt on the ground with a "plop".

The eyes are sour, the nose is sour.

I opened my mouth a few times, but before I could say anything, tears fell down first.

The prince waved his hand in surprise.

Wu Da immediately stepped forward to help him up.

Zhixian wiped away the tears all over his face, the gully on his old face became more obvious, and he wanted to kneel again without saying a word.

The crown prince stretched out one hand, supported his forearm himself, and said: "There is no need to be too polite, the county magistrate serves the country and the people, and is my court's benefactor."

Zhixian only felt that the strength under his forearm could lift mountains and rivers and firmly nail him in place.

What the prince said in his words raised the county magistrate to unprecedented heights.

There are countless officials in the DPRK and China, how many of them can be called "benefactors"?

It was still pro-appointed by the crown prince.

The magistrate choked up and couldn't help himself, supported by the yamen servant, weeping and led the prince back to his residence.

Back at the residence, Dr. Cen came out to welcome me ahead of time, and originally wanted to say: Although I am old, I am still in good health, so I don't need special care.

Then, seeing the mud soup under the hem of everyone's clothes, and seeing several cement-like shoes, they immediately swallowed their polite words back.

Everyone scattered back to the room.

As usual, Song Chunjing's room was next to his. Passing by, he nodded politely and hurried in.

Dr. Cen stood at the door for a while, wanting to go in and chat with him, but heard the sound of running water inside, guessing that he was taking a bath, so he went back to his room first.

Here the prince changed into clean clothes, took a bath again, stood in front of the window refreshed and listened to the birdsong for a while.

His mind wandered back and forth, wondering for a while whether Song Chunjing had read the letter or not?

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't mention it, is this forgiveness or is he still angry?

The doors and windows of Song Chunjing's room opposite were closed, the prince waited for a while, losing his patience.

He had his hair tied up and wore a glazed dark purple gold filigree hair crown. The dangling strands of gold thread braided hair were pressed against the shiny black hair on the back, and a few red ribbons were wrapped around two black pearls at the tail. No movement was heard during the action.

Several compartments are staggered, the black lining is darker, the bright color is more stable, and the complexion is like jade, very noble.

The prince stepped out, but Wu Da, who hadn't seen anyone before, immediately appeared and followed closely behind.

He went straight to the quiet door and stood there holding his breath for a few breaths.

The prince said softly: "You don't have to follow."

Wu Da nodded, striding away a little further.

Light leaked through the door gap, revealing a hazy scene.

"Chunjing'er," the prince said calmly, "I'm going in."

Immediately when he opened the door, he found that it was locked inside.

He pushed hard without even pausing, and there was a "click" sound of the door bolt breaking, and at the same time as Song Chunjing's stopping sound from inside, "Wait a moment."

The house facing north and south was very bright, and the light reflected by the sunlight on the white wall was extremely dazzling, and the prince squinted his eyes.

Song Chunjing leaned against a large round wooden barrel that was half as tall as a person. The heat inside the barrel was steaming like clouds and mist in the mountains, which reflected people's eyebrows and eyes blurred.

The two looked at each other, Song Chunjing's face was tense, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.

Xu Shi's eyelashes were wet with mist, and he became gentle and harmless with the wetness, which is rare for a prince without timidity.

"I brought you something." The prince said casually.

Song Chunjing looked at him, as if he was really waiting for something from him.

The prince had no choice but to stretch out a hand and stop in front of him.

Song Chunjing stared closely, his brows and eyes hanging slightly.

The shoulders exposed out of the water were light red, and the sporadic water droplets were even more presumptuous, clinging to the top and refusing to slide down.

After not moving for a long time, Song Chunjing raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

Black hair, black eyes and warm orange lips.

The corner of the prince's lips twitched, his smile curved a little, and his neat white teeth showed a little.

Open your hands, empty hands, only half an inch of sunlight shines on them.

He smiled very frankly and said: "A handful of spring."