Time Travel Savior

Chapter 211 The Subjugated Princess’s Restoration Policy (36)

Ever since he knew that Concubine Rong might have been..., the emperor has always been like this, except when he killed those ministers who didn't know what to do, the emperor was refreshed for a while, and the rest of the time, the emperor was not energetic.

"You all go out."

Eunuch De quickly waved his hand, knowing that the emperor was upset again, he glanced at the Dragon King Hall, where there were portraits of Concubine Rong hanging around.

Eunuch De sighed secretly again.

In the past, when Concubine Rong was still around, she would always smile and say that she wanted to draw more portraits. In case she was gone, if the emperor missed her, he could look at the portraits and think about others.

I didn't expect this day to really come, and it came so quickly.

Eunuch De shook his head, and gently closed the gate of the Dragon King Hall.

May.

In Zhao Guoguo, the warbler flies and the grass grows.

In Ganzhou in the south, the water level of the Yellow River has skyrocketed due to the torrential rain for a month, and there is already a tendency of flooding.

Every year at this time, Zhao Guo would send people to Ganzhou to repair dikes and control the water, but this year the emperor was in a bad mood and often did not go to court.

Especially with the presence of those five colleagues whose heads were hung above the city gate, the courtiers became more cautious in doing things, fearing that what they did wrong would offend the emperor.

That is a lion that may explode at any time.

Another month passed, the end of June.

The water of the Yellow River in Ganzhou has skyrocketed as in previous years, and there is a tendency to submerge the dams, but it has not.

I heard that it was a businessman in Ganzhou, who suddenly showed great kindness. It took only two months to hire local Baixing, and even dug an artificial river, named Zhijiang.

It leads directly to the Han River in South Korea to the east, and the water of the Han River flows eastward into the sea. The Yellow River is diverted into a river channel, which directly solves the problem of yellow water flooding in Ganzhou every year.

Now the businessman in Ganzhou has been made a living Bodhisattva by the people of Ganzhou, so he just needs to worship it directly.

It is a miracle that the problem that has plagued the people of Zhao State and Ganzhou for more than ten years can be solved so easily.

By the time this news reached the capital of Zhao, it had already entered August, which was the hottest time in the capital.

But Zhao's palace is still so cold that people dare not breathe. Even the most lively imperial garden at this time, there is not a single beauty, only dancing butterflies.

Even if Zhao Hanzhi didn't want to know anything about the court, he was the emperor, and some words and things would quickly reach his ears.

bang...

Just when Eunuch De was appreciating the businessman's righteous deed, the jug in Zhao Huang's hand fell directly to the ground.

Zhao Huang got up staggeringly, his silent eyes began to shine.

"So she didn't die, haha... You really are a liar!"

Zhao Huang laughed crazily three times, and there seemed to be stars in the corners of his eyes.

The next day, several fine horses rushed out of Zhao's capital raising a cloud of dust.

……

The breeze blows through the bamboo forest, and the rustling sound brings a bit of refreshment to this sweltering summer.

A woman was lying on a rocking chair in the depths of the bamboo grove. The woman's cyan skirt casually fell to the ground, and the breeze blew through, causing layers of ripples on the skirt.

The blue silk is also hanging on the side of the rocking chair in the breeze, rippling slightly, and each strand has its own emotion.

The woman's eyebrows are picturesque, her bright red lips glisten under the light passing through the bamboo leaves, and her long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows on both sides of her upturned nose, which makes her skin exposed to the sun even more radiant. Supple and even shimmering with pearls.

This scroll is so beautiful that no one dares to disturb this sleeping beauty.

"My lord."

Han Shangjun stretched out a finger, hissed, shook his head, sat on another chair opposite the rocking chair, and then sat quietly watching.

He didn't know how he fell in love with this woman.

Han Shangjun guessed that he might have been fascinated when he saw the portrait of this woman for the first time.It may also be that she was fascinated by her intelligence at the Three Kingdoms Banquet.

Anyway, in the end, he secretly took this woman who should be dead out of Zhao's palace by some strange combination of circumstances.

And now, she is already her titular princess regent.

The feather fan-like eyelashes trembled, and the beauty finally opened her hazy eyes. When she saw the man sitting opposite her, she seemed very happy.

"When did you come, why didn't you wake me up?"

As he spoke, he stretched his body in an indecent manner, then lay back lazily.

"How is the prince's preparation? When I return to Korea, I miss the Korean chrysanthemum stuffing."

"Hurry up, leave in three days."

Song Ninglu nodded, with no trace of reluctance on her face, only a hint of yearning.

"This time I have fulfilled my previous promise. Do you think I don't have to jump into the Yellow River and apologize with death?"

When Song Ninglu agreed to marry Han Shangjun as the princess regent, she put forward a condition that she must personally deal with the flood in Ganzhou. This was the promise she made in front of the Three Kingdoms, and she had to do it.

Now she really does.

Han Shangjun didn't know what mood he should be in right now, he was proud that his wife was so powerful.But when he thought that Song Ninglu might do this for another man, he couldn't help feeling jealous.

He Han Shangjun is obviously an extremely rational person, but now he has learned to be jealous.

Thinking of this, Han Shangjun laughed at himself for a while, then thought of another ruthless man, he was much better than that man, at least he didn't have to drink to drown his worries now.

"You are the most powerful, you are the smartest person in the world."

Song Ninglu seemed very happy to be praised in person.

Three days later, Song Ninglu decided to stand on the embankment of the Yellow River's breach for the last time, watching the spectacular scene of the Yellow River rolling towards Zhijiang.

It took two months for Zhijiang to excavate the diversion of the Yellow River manually. The name was given by Song Ninglu herself, and the meaning is to stop here.

"Let's go!"

Han Shangjun took over the handmaid and held a blacked-out oil-paper umbrella. He didn't think this oil-paper umbrella was beautiful at all, but his princess liked to take it with her wherever she went.

Song Ninglu nodded, turned around and followed Han Shangjun towards the carriage parked not far away.

"Your Majesty, people have already hollowed out the bamboo forest."

"Chase."

Zhao Hanzhi was sure that the woman was still alive. When he walked into the bamboo forest, he seemed to smell the woman's breath, which was still so familiar.

Zhao Hanzhi chased the carriage all the way to the border between Zhao and Han, and finally caught up with the carriage.

Although the carriage was plain and simple, he knew that the woman sitting in it must be the woman he was looking for.

"Han Shangjun, you dare to take away my concubine Rong. Before I get angry, you'd better send her back obediently."

Han Shangjun was also riding on the horse. He had expected such a day, but he was only worried about the people in the carriage.

"There is no concubine Rong here, Emperor Zhao has found the wrong person."

"Han Shangjun!"

Zhao Hanzhi drew out his sword and said coldly: "Aren't you afraid of our Zhao Kingdom's cavalry?"

(End of this chapter)