Shen Yi pursed her lips. Seeing Lin Yan's tenderness, she couldn't help telling Lin Yan what happened in the court today like pouring bitter water.
After listening to Shen Yi's complaint silently, Lin Yan frowned slightly, "I thought the third princess was a brave man, but I didn't expect it to be such a villain. The wife Lord is not angry. Since the wife Lord has a cure for the flood in his heart, he is not afraid to be robbed by others."
Shen Yi was wronged and buried in Lin Yan's arms. She nodded angrily, "I'm not in a hurry! I don't believe she can succeed in the end!"
"Hum! I'm so angry!"
Shen Yihua's grief and anger kissed Lin Yan for desire, and Lin Yan was not easy to shirk. They went to bed in the twinkling of an eye.
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The next day, Shen Wanqing set out for lingsu.
When the news reached the Sanskrit temple, Yan fan gave a slight meal with an agate arm bead. He looked up at the little monk in front of him.
"You said that Her Highness the third princess... She went to lingsu to cure the flood?"
The little monk was slightly stunned, then nodded and replied, "yes. Ah... The flood in lingsu was serious, and many people died there. Natural and man-made disasters are unavoidable for ordinary people. Your Highness the third princess is going this time, I'm afraid -"
"No!"
Before the little monk finished his words, Yan fan had firmly interrupted him.
Yan fan tightly held the agate arm bead in his hand, and his eyebrows and eyes frowned with a serious look, "Your Highness will be safe." he will!
Looking at Yan fan who suddenly became serious, Xiaosha MI was surprised. He scratched his bare head, "I also believe your highness will come back safely!"
When the little monk left, Yan fan stood there. The ginger monk's clothes were calm and quiet, which made his skin white.
Long silky black hair hung over his shoulders, and broken hair brushed his cheek. The young man's handsome and evil face was full of anxiety, and his heart was disordered.
Yan fan looked up at the blue sky and had thousands of thoughts in his heart.
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After driving all day and night, I finally arrived at lingsu at noon the next day.
The county magistrate outside lingsu had been waiting outside for a long time. Shen Wanqing got down from the carriage. The county magistrate hurried over and saluted respectfully, "please see your highness."
Shen Wanqing came down and brushed his sleeves, "get up."
Lingsu county magistrate looks about 30 years old. His clothes are simple and clean. It seems that he is coming to meet Shen Wanqing, so he specially dressed up.
As they walked, Shen Wanqing looked at the surrounding environment and said to the county magistrate, "tell me about lingsu's current situation."
The county magistrate nodded, "yes. At present, the floods are all concentrated in the East. The people are strengthening the east dam every day to prevent the flood from collapsing and spreading the water potential."
Now the mountains are full of fear. When you look around, there are house collapses, women and babies crying. There is no anger. They are all dead.
Shen Wanqing frowned and asked, "how many people are there in lingsu at present?"
Hearing the speech, the county magistrate sighed, "there are probably no more than 100 people left. Many people have been washed away by the flood, and some have fled long ago. The remaining 100 people are also because of their obsession with lingsuo. Lingsuo is gone, and they are gone."
"... don't worry, everything will be all right." Shen Wanqing sipped his lips and gently comforted the sad county magistrate around him.