The soft and sticky crown princess is reborn and throws herself into the arms of the crown prince

After saying that, Lu Li fiercely shook off Wenren Yingshan's hand, still standing there in anger.

The air was quiet for a long time, and no one spoke. Lu Li slowly raised his head.

Wenren Yingshan looked at her blankly, his eyes full of loss and sadness.

"Is this who I am in your eyes?"

After a pause, he suddenly laughed: "Yes, I am not as noble as you. I was born in the inconspicuous mud. If it weren't for the master's rescue, there would be no famous person Yingshan today.

You said I could, but you shouldn’t say Master.”

After saying that, Wenren Yingshan also turned his head away. The two of them were unwilling to give in, and both had sharp tongues but soft hearts.

"Admit it? You and I are not the same kind of people. We each serve our own masters. So take care of yourself."

After saying this, Lu Li began to regret it and wanted to slap himself hard.

Why is he never merciful with his words? Why can't I talk to him nicely?

But due to emotional reasons, she couldn't lower her head to apologize. Lu Li closed her eyes, turned around and left.

Wenren Yingshan, who was standing behind him, looked at Lu Li's departing figure, and then realized that he had...

Forget it. She has looked down on me from the beginning to the end anyway, so why bother trying to please her?

Wenren Yingshan turned around and prepared to walk in the opposite direction, but he just couldn't move his feet.

When I looked up, it was getting dark. I wondered what this woman was going crazy for. Why was she walking towards the city gate in the dark?

Finally, he gritted his teeth and followed.

Hearing the faint footsteps not far behind him, Lu Li did not turn back, but the depression he had just felt disappeared instantly.

When Mu Yunchen and Bai Yu arrived at the water town, the huge dam had already been damaged by the flood.

Fortunately, God has been merciful and it hasn't rained recently, otherwise the dam that was about to be washed away would have been unable to withstand the flood.

Mu Yunchen walked over and picked up a brick, weighed it in his hand, and found it was indeed very light.

If it were pure bluestone, it wouldn't be this heavy.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the sound of bricks falling to the ground behind me.

When Mu Yunchen turned around, he saw that there was still sand in Bai Yu's hand and a pile of broken stone debris in front of him.

Bricks like these are made of paper. They will collapse as soon as people walk on them, even before the flood comes.

This is not material for building a dam, it's clearly tofu dregs.

How much illegal kickbacks did the government officials in Fanyang take?

“Your Highness, the bricks have indeed been replaced with hollow bricks. How can they withstand the flood?

No wonder, no matter how many imperial envoys the court sent to provide disaster relief over the years, it was of no avail.

I didn’t expect that the most fundamental issues were not resolved.”

Mu Yunchen looked at the mess and the crops around him that had been killed by waterlogging, concentrating his mind and wondering what he was thinking.

If they had not listened to the refugees' words at the Guanyin Temple that day, they would probably never have known about this scheme of passing off inferior goods as superior ones.

"I hope there will be no rain in the next few days. Once the disaster relief team arrives tomorrow, we will immediately start the dam construction project."

As Mu Yunchen spoke, he looked up at the sky. A few small dark clouds on the horizon were gradually moving towards the direction of Zhongdu City.

Probably it won’t affect Fan Yang.

Bai Yu also nodded in agreement and continued to ask: "Your Highness, I have heard that the craftsmen who built the dam in previous years live in a village not far from here. Would you like to go and take a look?"

After a pause, Bai Yu said with some difficulty: "It's just that it's getting late now. If I go to see the craftsman and then return to the city, it might be too late."

Mu Yunchen frowned and told Qingning when he came that he would definitely go back at 10 p.m.

But it's already one o'clock in the evening and they still haven't returned. Qingning must be worried.

Mu Yunchen was silent for a while, then said, "Go meet the craftsman."

Bai Yu took Mu Yunchen through many twists and turns before they finally reached the village. The soil under their feet was already covered with several layers of mud.

Seeing that the door was not far away, Bai Yu was about to go over and knock on it, but was stopped by Mu Yunchen.

Although Bai Yu didn't understand why, she still leaned closer behind Mu Yunchen, and sure enough, she saw a few people approaching from a distance.

The two of them immediately hid behind the house.

Soon, the sound was heard coming from the yard and reaching the house.

"Lao Zhang, you said that Mr. Yan has been arrested. Do we still have money to take?"

Then a simple and honest voice was heard.

"Why don't we have any money? We can still go and buy hollow bricks. The imperial envoy sent by the court won't come to inspect in person.

We just need to report to the imperial envoy once we have completed the construction. After that, we will send him off respectfully.

What's more, in the past, Lord Yan took the lion's share of the money, but now that Lord Yan has been arrested, can't we split his share equally?"

"That's true. I'll have to trouble you, Brother Hong."

Mu Yunchen and Bai Yu, who were hiding in the dark, looked at each other and understood that this was what they meant by "it is better to arrive in time than to arrive early."

Just as the two were about to get up, they heard a woman's voice coming from the room.

"My dear father, this keeps happening. We can't stop the floods every year. What's the point of building dams?"

"Why do you care? It's like this every year. If it collapses, we repair it. If it collapses, we always have food to eat. Why are you in such a hurry?

If we are not here, there will be others. Isn't this money coming faster than growing crops?"

Perhaps the woman shut up because of the man's yelling, and there was no other sound in the room.

Fanyang was hit by natural disasters. Floods raged everywhere. There was no food or vegetables. The government warehouses were empty. The people had no market and had to eat tree bark...

The memorial submitted by Fan Yang was still vivid in Mu Yunchen's mind, and he could not calm down for a long time.

As an official appointed by the imperial court, he did not stand in the wind and rain or on the river bank. Instead, he tried every means to take kickbacks and embezzle disaster relief funds.

Ignoring the complaints and not opening the warehouses to provide disaster relief, what is the purpose of the Mu Kingdom having such bureaucrats? What is the purpose of such a government office?

Mu Yunchen's desire to kill Yan Mingshi reached its peak at this moment, but it was not the right time yet.

Seeing Mu Yunchen staring at something not far away, Bai Yu asked, "Your Highness, are you still going in?"

Mu Yunchen had a lot of thoughts and his emotions were very complicated.

"No, let's go back to the city."

After walking a few steps, he turned back and ordered Bai Yu: "Go, find a few people, move a few bricks from the embankment and smash them in Yan Mingshi's cell."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Yan Mingshi slept very uneasily in prison. The winter weather was already cold, and it was even colder because it rained all year round in Fanyang.

At this moment, Yan Mingshi was lying on the straw shivering, with several mice running around.

Suddenly the prison door was unlocked.