Not the Holy Father [Quick Transmigration]

Yin Wei didn't know how long a lifetime was, and Shen Zhuo didn't give him time to think about it.

The carriage staggered and set off to the south of the Yangtze River——Shen Zhuo planned to build water conservancy projects when he was still the prince, and he has achieved quite a lot so far.In Linzhou, a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River, Chrysanthemum apricots and wheat are green, just in time to welcome the emperor's first parade after he ascended the throne.

Yin Wei was so bored in the carriage that he was envious of the freedom of the guards, and wanted to go out for a ride, but Shen Zhuo glared at him back, "Are you afraid of miscarriage?"

Afraid, of course.No need to ride a bumpy horse, your eyes are so frightening that people's legs are weak.

Yin Wei sat down honestly.

The Yujia is very spacious, Yin Weishi is huddled in a corner of the cashmere mattress, and there are several Quanxi between Shen Zhuo who is correcting the memorial at the desk - who wants to be an idler who is an eyesore, Quanxi is sitting in the carriage behind ——It’s not that the emperor is sympathetic and doesn’t need to be served by others, no, when he coughs, Yin Wei has to hand over cold tea, and he complains, “It’s still hot.” ​​He took a breath and handed it over again , the little emperor's ancestors were satisfied.

This feudal society full of oppression cannot stay for a moment.

The system came alive again: [Although our company does not support hosts harming themselves, getting the target of the attack offline is a good way to end the world. 】

Isn't that regicide?

"No!" Yin Wei refused flatly and shouted directly.

Shen Zhuo looked up at him: "Walking? That's a good suggestion. If the national teacher wants to exercise his legs, get off the car."

Forget about exercising or not, walking all the way, you have to walk to the destination.

Yin Wei curled up into a ball: I'm not, I'm not, I won't get out of the car.

From the capital to the south of the Yangtze River, it took nearly a month to arrive by land and water.

Yin Wei always felt that he was in good health and could eat and sleep in the water prison.But after traveling thousands of miles, motion sickness and seasickness, coupled with acclimatization, people in the south of the Yangtze River lost weight.

Fireworks in March are the most suitable time to watch the bustling night scene on the boat, but the acclimatization of the environment is too tormenting, and Yin Wei's face is pale on the boat, and he really lacks interest.

Although he had made preparations when he came, he brought the water from the well of the Imperial Teacher's Mansion in the capital and the soil from the root of the imperial city, but it still didn't help.

After lunch, Yin Wei lay down on the deck and vomited most of what he had just eaten, almost vomited his stomach out.

Shen Zhuo frowned and lifted him up, wanting to feed him water mixed with loess, Yin Wei tried his best to push his hand away, "I won't drink...can you be more scientific? Who gives muddy water to patients... "

Of course, Shen Zhuo doesn't understand science, the only solution he can think of is to support the people with the water and soil.

"Nonsense, how can you be better if you don't drink?"

Yin Wei vomited to death and was unwilling to drink.

Shen Zhuo couldn't open his mouth and pour down - he actually did it, but it didn't work.Pinching Yin Wei's cheek, before he could exert any force, his face turned red a lot, how can there be such a coquettish person - if you don't drink this, your stomach can't be empty, Shen Zhuo asked someone to boil milk, Yin Wei didn't resist this time, Gudu Gudu drank half a bowl.

Shen Zhuo suddenly realized that probably it wasn't because the prescriptions for controlling the climate and soil were not effective, Yin Wei himself was not from this country, even if he had lived in the National Teacher's Mansion for many years, he was not here at all.

There is nothing to worry about here, he may leave at any time.

Yin didn't finish drinking the milk, and his stomach felt much more comfortable, but seeing that His Majesty's expression was not very good, he thought it might be because he vomited so much that it was unsightly, so he shrank his neck to hold the quail.

The two of them didn't say anything all afternoon.

The emperor summoned several local officials in the afternoon, and in the evening he was going to revise the memorial as usual, but tonight he carried Yin Wei off the boat—sneaky, not even letting Quanxi follow—Yin Wei stepped on the ground , The whole person came back to life, without dizziness or stomach upset, walking in the city lights, his eyes are bright.

"Tsk tsk, Majesty—Young master, you also have time to be lazy, where do you go to play? Wait...just the two of us, in case there are assassins—"

"Shut up. Who else could kill me but you?"

The lights of the flower market are like daytime.

Shen Zhuo was wearing stone blue narrow-sleeved regular clothes, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and he walked with an imposing manner, which was very different from the rich young masters on the streets.And walking with a beauty like Yin Wei who "want to be pretty and filial" in plain white Taoist clothes will naturally attract a lot of attention.

Yin Wei also looked at him sideways, although he had shared the same bed before, he never dared to look directly at him—the majesty of the emperor is not a joke—but at this moment, the emperor said that Yin could not kill him.

How can I afford it.

His own life is in vain.

Passing through the bustling streets, Yin Wei and Shen Zhuo boarded an arched bridge decorated with colored glass lamps.Before Yin Wei had time to look at the name of the bridge, he was attracted by the painted boats in the river below the bridge—it is one thing to dangle on it by himself, but another to watch others do so.

Although the river course has not been fully completed, and there are dozens of river workers consolidating the river bank besides the hustle and bustle, there are large and small painting boats floating on the river.

Someone on board was playing Kunqu Opera.

The waves are shimmering, the waist is soft, and the sleeves are flicked into the radiant night, which makes people fascinated instantly.What is even more attractive is the libretto——

Kunqu Opera is elegant, and it has always quoted scriptures and classics. The lyrics and music being performed at this time are not too obscure, and many people respond to it. Yin Wei also feels familiar when listening to it: what moves the sky and turns tears into rain, what benefits the country and the people Painful and painstaking... It is clearly a sycophantic piece sung to the national teacher, and the singing is so touching that Yin Wei's ears are full of praise from the people.

I feel that the false advertising is too much.

What's more, it's the emperor who came to parade, so he should be flattering, right?

Yin Wei turned to look at Shen Zhuo, who was not displeased, and even took out an ingot of gold from his sleeve after a scene, and threw it towards the bow of the boat.

It's a pity that the aim was not very good, and it slammed on the actor's forehead, causing a big bag at once, the corner was thrown into a daze, and he was about to yell and scold when he suddenly realized that it was a reward, Fushen repeatedly thanked him for the reward.

It's just an ingot of gold, but what about the corners of his mouth?

After all, it is to draw a picture of a cat and a tiger.

Shen Zhuo's face darkened again, and he turned to leave, but Yin Wei grabbed his sleeve and pulled him into the quiet shadow of the lamp.

"Did you know that there are folk dramas for me?"

"Not choreography."

"If you don't get paid for nothing, I can't bear such a compliment."

"If I give it to you, you can afford it."

Shen Zhuo's majestic eyes looked down, Yin Wei didn't dare to look at him, and hurriedly dodged away, only looking at his own shoe upper.

Literally speaking of reputation, with the previous toss about "being born or not", it is easy to want to go to other places, and the face is also burning.

"Smooth weather depends entirely on water conservancy. Why do you impose your credit on me and expect me to be grateful to His Majesty because of it? Who cares?" Yin Wei said bravely.

"Isn't it important to be immortal through the ages?" Shen Zhuo asked back.

Yin Wei raised his head, "What do I want to be immortal? Posthumous things will be judged by future generations. After death, you will become a piece of loess. What does it matter if your reputation is good or bad?"

Shen Zhuo gave a short laugh: "I thought you couldn't see it, but you know everything, why are you messing with me?"

Yin is not puzzled.

Shen Zhuo faced the water with his hands behind his back, "This river channel is diverted from the Yellow River. It uses the idea of ​​"floods and droughts follow people, and the land of abundance" that you said the ancients used to control water. Why is it not your merit? This bridge is called The Wei Bridge will carry tens of millions of people, and after thousands of years, future generations may not remember which dynasty the bridge was built in, or which emperor was in power, but they will remember that this is the Wei Bridge."

The word "Weiqiao" is engraved on the body of the bridge, surrounded by lights, it looks profound and atmospheric. I didn't have time to see it before, but now I dare not look more.

Yin Wei looked at Shen Zhuo blankly.

It was originally a clear and bright moonlit night, but suddenly a few dark clouds rushed over, as if it was going to rain.

"But I know that's not what you care about. What will happen to future generations is too illusory, only this moment, this situation, this scene, and this heart are real." Shen Zhuo rolled his Adam's apple, fisted in his hand, "You don't want to have a false name behind you, why? Don’t want to think about it, why do I want these?”

"You—" Yin Wei choked on the wind.

"I know what you're worried about—how many times do I have to say it before you believe me? I don't want offspring, whichever one of my nephews is worthy of the throne, even Shen Huan's son, as long as it is beneficial to the country, I am willing to take it as the heir .”

Shen Zhuo speaks quickly, but his words are firm: "I am not afraid that later history books will say that I am a traitor who has an improper position, and I am not afraid that I will be accused of being a corrupt ruler. If I personally single out the unkind and unfilial white-eyed wolf, I deserve it. But I will not be so stupid—for you, I will be careful—I am sure that I am worthy of the world.

I am very tired for the world, just a little selfish, I want you, I want you to share the peace and stability of the world with me.

Is there any king in the world.And me, is yours. "Shen Zhuo stretched out his hand to Yin Wei.

The night wind is rustling, and the bustle is in full swing.

This prosperous age of singing and dancing without closing the doors at night was created by the young emperor himself.And the wish paralleled with his ambition is to hold hands with Sri Lankan people for a lifetime.

Why worry about the future, now is the time.

Perhaps, you really shouldn't worry too much...

"I..." Yin Wei shuffled his tightly clenched fingers, and was about to stretch them out, when the system's electronic voice suddenly sounded: [Has the host forgotten the little blind man by Daming Lake? 】

The hand retracted again.

"I... can't stand it... You should have someone withdraw the name of this bridge." Yin Wei finally said.

The blood on his face faded, and his stomach churned again.Withdraw the name, and also withdraw the thought.In the end, he couldn't stand all of this.

Shen Zhuo was not surprised to refuse again, and lowered his eyes, "The future will be long... Since you feel that you can't bear it, why don't you do something practical, so you can feel at ease..."

Yin Wei was at a loss: "Ang?"

The next moment, people were mentioned to the unfinished construction site on the river bank.Shen Zhuo blended into the river engineering with a few words, rolled up his arms and sleeves, picked up a hoe to dig the river, and threw a bamboo basket to Yin Wei.

Yin Wei: ...

It's true.

Even though he was only carrying half-baskets and half-baskets of earth and rocks, Yin Wei was still exhausted into a puddle of soft mud. He didn't get seasick when he got back on the boat, and fell asleep after soaking in the bath.

Shen Zhuo dried his hair for him, "Tomorrow, I will take you to meet an old friend. Let's see what you can do..."

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The author has something to say:

"Flood and drought follow people, the land of abundance" talks about the achievements of Dujiangyan.

Question: What do Renfu Zhuo, Emperor Zhuo, and Hanhan Zhuo have in common?

A: I love digging.

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