The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

At the moment when Hong Feng was about to take pictures of Fengyang City, suddenly...

All I saw was the high rising peak, tens of meters high, suddenly withered!

wilted?What the hell?

To wither is to suddenly become depressed.

Hong Feng seemed to have been kicked by a stool, and suddenly he was a lot shorter.

As it continued to move, it became shorter and shorter again.

"Ah?" Li Zicheng, who was eager for revenge and cheering viciously, stopped abruptly.

The peasant army expressed their unfairness one after another.

"Hey, what's going on with this flood?"

"When the flood hit us, why was it so fierce? When it arrived in Fengyang, why was it impotent?"

"Don't be cowardly! Stand up! Flood!"

"Didn't Kou Baimen open this Hongshui Nima? This difference in treatment is too obvious!"

"I, who was washed away, express my dissatisfaction! Oh...help!"

Kou Baimen, who was waiting to die with his eyes closed, also realized something was wrong.

Hong Feng, who was looking forward to coming, didn't come, why didn't he take pictures of himself?

She opened her eyes, only to see Yan Song hugging her and kissing her fiercely.

Kou Baimen's heroine dimpled red, pushed away Yan Song who was not doing business properly and was old and unscrupulous, walked to the city wall and looked down at the situation below.

She was dumbfounded.

Because as Hong Feng approached Fengyang City a little bit, the peak of Hong Feng lowered a little bit.

At the end of the crossbow, it is impossible to penetrate Lu Ye.

Hong Feng seemed to be sluggish, and finally slapped on the head of Fengyang City weakly. Although there was a lot of water, it did not cause any damage and fell powerlessly.

"What's going on here?" Kou Baimen didn't know why, and looked at Yan Song with doubts on his face.

At this time, she has already regarded Yan Song as a god!

An omnipotent god.

A person can control every move of an enemy with millions of soldiers, and even tame the ruthless flood, what else can he not do?

Kou Baimen's evaluation of Yan Song has been upgraded from a brick mover to a powerful and mysterious existence.

She already knew that Yan Song was extraordinary, but she still didn't expect him to be so extraordinary!

Yan Song pouted at Pan Jixun, motioning for expert Pan to continue explaining.

Pan Jixun chuckled, stroked his beard and said calmly, "The Peasant Army doesn't know the power of this flood peak, but I...".

Chapter 1969 Li Zicheng was drowned by the flood and cried [5]

Pan Jixun chuckled, stroked his beard and said calmly: "The peasant army doesn't know the power of the flood peak, but we have calculated it accurately. Please don't panic as Kou Nvxia and the residents of Fengyang City."

Everyone was shocked.

what?

Did you calculate the power of this flood?

When did this happen?

Even if you calculated it in advance, I haven't seen you make any arrangements.Just by calculating, can Hong Feng not destroy Fengyang City?

What kind of shit is this?

Pan Jixun waved his hand and said, "Everyone, don't be impatient, and listen to me one by one. Five years ago, Yan Song's chief assistant called me over to preside over the Huaihe renovation and flood control project. Water conservancy works in the present age, and benefits in the future. The Huaihe River has been flooded for thousands of years, and the people on both sides of the strait have suffered for a long time. This time I must organize meticulously to tame the evil dragon of the Huaihe River, at least so that it will not harm the people of Fengyang! "

As soon as he said this, there was a voice of gratitude for Yan Song from all over Fengyang City.

"Ass! I'm determined not to use it!" Yan Ge said with a straight face (smiling with squint eyes).

After hearing this, the other people sighed.

"Old Yan Ge, you are really my great savior in Fengyang to rescue the suffering."

"Shoufu Yan Song? You have a kind heart."

"It's no wonder we haven't suffered from floods in the past few years. It turned out to be Yan Song's good governance."

"Thank you Yan Shoufu, thank you Master Pan!"

Kou Baimen heard that the Huaihe River water conservancy project was actually proposed and supported by Yan Song, a treacherous official she despises, and his face was a little uncomfortable.

Up to now, she still thinks that Yan Song is a treacherous minister.

Kou Baimen snorted coldly, interrupted Pan Jixun and asked: "Don't put gold on Yan Song's face! Right and wrong are just, and people are free. My lord only said that the Huaihe River cannot harm Fengyang's mystery〖."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if it's broken." Pan Jixun cast a teasing look at Yan Song (Yan Song stared): "I'm just between the Huaihe River and Fengyang, and I used Fengyang's triple moat to dig a diversion canal to flood the Huaihe River. The water is guided into these diversion channels to reduce the impact on Fengyang City Wall."

Kou Baimen heard this, frowned and said: "This method can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. Once the Huaihe River is too large and the flow rate of water in the diversion channel is not enough, Fengyang will still be flooded."

Pan Jixun nodded in relief and said, "Young children can be taught! That's true."