The villain is far from my CP!

It has been three or four days since Qi Jingmin asked to closely monitor the situation in Jiangdu.

The spy was waiting outside Qi Jingmin's study early this morning, and it was said that he had important news to report.

"Qi Changting secretly submitted a memorial to Dongdu?" Qi Jingmin repeated the spy's words softly, "What's the content? Have you intercepted it?"

The agent immediately handed him the transcript.

Qi Changting's memorial was very thick, Qi Jingmin picked up the first page and glanced at it, his tense expression relaxed.

Sure enough, it was for water conservancy.

There is a lot of money to build the dam, and he had thought that Qi Changting would compete with him for this opportunity.

"Using time-consuming dredging to force me to give up, I still used my brains, but unfortunately, I picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelon," Qi Jingmin chuckled, "The daughter of the prime minister's mansion can't be compared with the oil and water of a mere dam. ?”

Not to mention……

After he arrived at the case, he spread out a blank memorial.

Not to mention, he is bound to win the Jiji gift from the prime minister's daughter and the oil and water for the dam.

The bony skinny gold flows freely in the young man's pen:

First of all, dredging wastes time and money.The common people have just experienced a near-death flood and need to recuperate, and dredging is not good.

Secondly...

In the middle of writing, Qi Jingmin suddenly remembered that there were still many unread Qi Changting's memorials, so he ordered the spies to read them to him.

"The six counties in Huainan just experienced waterlogging, the fields were flooded, and refugees everywhere. The people have nowhere to go, nothing to do, and no source of income. Dredging can not only provide them with a buffer, but also manage the refugees in disguise and stabilize public order."

The secret agent is correct.

Qi Jingmin: "...?"

He glanced up at the spy, threw away the one-page memorial, and laid out a new one.

It doesn't matter, this one was rejected and there are others.

The biggest disadvantage of dredging is the huge cost. Waterlogging is just an accidental event, and it is not worth fighting to the extent of dredging.

He wrote, and the spy continued to read at the same time: "In addition, according to Erchen's statistics, the flood caused economic losses in the six counties of Huainan, which is enough to dredge Yunhe Lake twice. It shows that if this is not done, the same mistakes will be repeated in the future The gains outweigh the losses.”

The barrel of the pen that fell on the paper trembled, leaving ugly scratches.

Qi Jingmin calmly rolled up the dirty paper into balls, and spread out the last blank memorial.

Even if he, Qi Changting, can list all the good things about dredging, the treasury that has just allocated a large amount of relief funds is flawed, and the money for dam repairs is already the limit, and it is impossible to support dredging.

"Father, you don't have to worry about the lack of silver. Your son will be responsible for raising the funds needed for dredging, giving the treasury enough time to buffer the pressure."

"I hope the emperor will consider the above."

The spy turned over the last page of the letter.

The ink-stained pen tip stopped moving, and the ink droplets fell, blurring large stains on the snow-white origami.

The young man threw down his pen, smiled politely, reached out to the spy, and said, "Come, show me."

He read Qi Changting's promise to raise money word by word, and his smile gradually faded away.

Leaving aside the first two, how is the third possible? !

Qi Changting’s grain was borrowed from the grain merchants, and the money to repay the grain merchants was borrowed from the cabinet workshop. Now that he has just used the disaster relief funds to repay the principal and interest to the cabinet workshop, how could he still have a way to raise funds for such a large project like dredging? payment!

How dare he, why should he!

The young man's gaze was still fixed on the letter paper, but a pair of bloodshot eyes seemed to be staring at the person far away in Jiangdu through the letter paper, and the corners of his eyes twitched nervously.

The prefect of Jiangdu, the disaster relief fund, is now dredging again...

How long has it been?

Ever since that person died, Qi Changting has become mediocre and incompetent, and he has never been suppressed to the point where he has no power to fight back.

why, why...

One by one, like a heavy hammer, every word on the letter is like the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

The young man could no longer maintain the gentle and jade-like mask, his face was ashen, and he clutched the soft letter paper tightly.

That person is dead, Qi Changting has been abolished, there is no way anyone can surpass him!

"Ah, by the way, the person next to him must have given him an idea again." Qi Jingmin raised his head abruptly.

But when he said this, there was a bit of panic mixed with ferocity, "Let you check the people around Qi Changting, have you found them?"

The spy folded his fists and knelt down on one knee, biting the bullet and said, "This subordinate is incompetent, so we should only find that woman."

Snapped!

The teacup shattered into bloody porcelain flowers on the spy's forehead, and the bright red liquid ran down the side of his face, but he didn't dare to move.

"Last chance." Qi Jingmin completely tore off his hypocritical face, and said grimly, "If I can't find that person before Qi Changting raises the money, I can only give up building the dam."

"The loss caused by this will be covered by your life!"

When Qi Jingmin was furious and incompetent, his brother, who he said was mediocre and incompetent, was on his way back to the inn.

The disaster relief work was busy, Qi Changting was so busy helping Chang Cen in the government office that he stayed up all night last night.

With the cessation of the rainstorm, the humidity and heat that belonged to the southern summer finally returned.

Today was the day when he agreed with Bai Qiao to discuss the dredging payment, he hurried back to the inn, the first thing he did was to wash off the unbearable damp smell on his body, so it is not always a good thing to have a good sense of smell.

Amidst the gurgling water, He Cheng, who had been away for several days and arranged the "secret" memorial, came back.

He held an envelope in his hand, hesitated outside the bathroom for a while, and called near the door.

"Your Highness?"

Inside the house, the young man who had closed his eyes and meditated wrinkled his nose, stretched out a lean and strong arm from the barrel, and sniffed the dried mint leaves with his slender fingers before responding.

"What's the matter."

"Just now the spies reported that there are a lot of suspicious-looking people around Miss Bai recently." He Cheng paused, "I ask if you want to arrest her for interrogation."

In fact, he could guess that it was Qi Jingmin's person without interrogation. What He Cheng really wanted to ask was whether he should get rid of it.

If they find out that Bai Qiao is the person behind Qi Changting, there is no guarantee that they will directly kill them, so it is better to strike first.

However, the boy inside the door did not hesitate at all.

"Don't worry about them." Qi Changting said decisively, "They will break up by themselves in two days."

"?" He Cheng was a little puzzled, "Then, should we tell Miss Bai to hide her whereabouts, otherwise, if the truth is revealed, I may be in danger of life."

"No need," Qi Changting refused without hesitation, "Pretend nothing happened, understand."

"Yes." Since the master insisted, He Chengcheng would obey unconditionally.

"Anything else?" Qi Changting heard that He Cheng was still outside the door.

"Yes," He Cheng hesitantly said, "Just now the county guard sent someone to say that Miss Bai sent you a letter."

He sneaked a peek into the door and asked, "Do you want to see it now?"

"White girl?"

white bridge?

Qi Changting frowned, "Look at what was written."

He Chengying carefully opened the envelope, and couldn't help but "tsk", "Miss Bai can still write well."

There was silence in the bathroom.

He Cheng nodded his nose in embarrassment, and said seriously: "Miss Bai said, the Bai family has a dinner party to entertain you, and asked if you can come to the dinner party, and discuss the future by the way."

In the wooden barrel, the boy lowered his eyes and remained silent.

After the discussion, does it refer to fundraising for dredging?

Didn't you agree to pick her up in the afternoon at the Sheriff's Mansion? Now it's like she's asking him out for the Bai family.

"Is this the original words?" Qi Changting asked calmly.

"It's the exact words," He Cheng confirmed, "Could it be that Miss Bai didn't have time to prepare, so she simply discussed with you about fundraising at the dinner party?"

Yeah?Qi Changting asked himself.

No, she won't do that.

There was a moment of silence in the bathroom, when suddenly there was a loud sound of water.

The boy got up from the wooden barrel, grabbed the towel on the rack and wiped his body, the water droplets slid down the collarbone, neck and muscle texture, and the thin waist and arms above the barrel were faintly reflected on the screen.

He Cheng hissed in his heart, and hurriedly took a step back to avoid his sight.

I don't know if this good figure will be cheaper in the future, which powerful lady in the court.

How about Ye Huan, the daughter of the prime minister's mansion?

It is said that Miss Ye and His Royal Highness had the best time when they were young, and when that one passed away, His Royal Highness's mother and concubine also went, and the two gradually became estranged for some reason, so that now Qi Jingmin took advantage of the loophole.

"What a daze."

"!"

"No!" He Cheng trembled, only to realize that Qi Changting had come out after changing his clothes, and walked towards the desk.

The boy's hair was still wet, and a headband was casually tied and hung behind his back, swaying side to side with his steps, smooth as satin.

Tut, tut.

He Cheng clicked his tongue.

"Bring the letter."

"Yes." He stopped his wild thoughts and respectfully handed over the letter.

"Light two more candles." After saying that, the boy suddenly wrinkled his nose again, and asked in a low voice, "I told you to go to the pharmacy according to the shape of the leaf, but did you find out what kind of plant it is?"

He Cheng replied: "No, the doctor also said that he had never seen this kind of medicinal material, and his subordinates even asked the doctor to help him look for it in the suburbs, but there was no result."

The boy raised his hand and rubbed between his brows, "Then you, stand farther away."

He Cheng: "..." Get out quickly after lighting the candles.

Qi Changting lifted the letter paper and placed it in front of the candle flame.

The orange fire made the paper almost transparent, revealing every detail of every stroke on it.

Including the hesitation of starting the pen and the hesitation of closing the pen.

Compared with the ghostly drawing talisman that Baiqiao gave him that day, the handsome lowercase script in front of him is more like a cat drawing a tiger.

The corners of his lips curled into an indifferent arc.

He Cheng didn't know what Qi Changting saw, but he knew there might be something wrong with the letter.

He tentatively asked, "Then you, are you going?"

"Go, why don't you go." Qi Changting said while holding the letter near the candlelight.

The thin paper suddenly turned into a mass of ashes.

He has helped him so much, and he should pay back.

The author has something to say:

Qi Changting: I consciously stand farther away without taking a shower.

He Cheng: ... Are you polite?