Song Huaizhi rushed over in a hurry. Seeing that Meng Ruyi looked off, he was about to say something when he saw the young girl in front of him frown and say to him, "Brother Song, come quickly. Young Master Tang has something to say." Tang Xiyi was a bit surprised by the cooperation of the person in front of him. He tried to force a smile, but thinking of that matter, he just nodded stiffly, which was like greeting Song Huaizhi.
Song Huaizhi sensed something was wrong and immediately sat down, looking at Tang Xiyi.
After Tang Xiyi finished speaking, the faces of everyone present changed drastically. Even Song Huaizhi couldn't hide the shock on his face.
It turned out that the flood was actually related to this!
In countless reincarnations, Song Huaizhi had witnessed the tragedy of this flood. At first, he was quite puzzled.
But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find the truth behind it. He could only regard it as a natural disaster.
Tang Xiyi just happened to find out about this by chance.
In the reincarnation, the flood caused heavy losses. The Crown Prince took this opportunity to erase all traces. The already hard - to - find evidence was covered by countless lives, and the truth could no longer be found.
How dare he!
Song Huaizhi thought he knew everything, but he never expected that the truth of this tragedy was right under his nose, yet he missed it again and again.
How could the Crown Prince do this? As the future king of the country, enjoying the offerings of the whole nation, how could he do such a thing!
Song Huaizhi's face was extremely ugly. He said to Tang Xiyi, "Be careful from now on. Move to my courtyard later."
"Don't worry about the Tang family. The Crown Prince doesn't know that you know this for now."
Tang Xiyi's face showed even more bitterness. He couldn't help but mutter, "I never thought such a coincidence would happen to me. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."
"I never thought that I, Tang Xiyi, who always had good luck, would stumble upon such a big thing this time."
Song Huaizhi was speechless and couldn't say anything else.
It was too much of a coincidence. The truth that he had missed countless times was actually discovered by Tang Xiyi.
The bullet comments immediately exploded.
[There's only one month left. We're doomed. We can only lie flat and wait for death. Sigh.]
[I'm so sad. Flood control is a major event in any dynasty. I never thought I'd see such a thing in this story.]
[To be honest, I can't stand the Crown Prince as the male lead. I'll hate this selfish, heartless and cold - blooded guy for life.]
[Flood control? It seems that in this story, there's no method of diverting water. Most of the methods are still building dikes.]
[Diverting water? Is it about digging other channels beside the river to divert the water?]
[Actually, I just went back to read the original text. In this flood, there were only two or three most severely affected areas, which were the places where the Crown Prince appointed some officials. The main reason was that after the flood, the victims fled everywhere, so the epidemic spread everywhere.]
Meng Ruyi was startled. Her heart was pounding like a drum, and she didn't dare to miss a single word on the bullet comments.
If she told Song Huaizhi the method of flood control, would the bullet comments notice something?
But if she didn't say it, where could she find another way?
Meng Ruyi gritted her teeth. She had never made such a difficult decision before, but she still had to grit her teeth and her voice trembled.
"Brother Song." She looked at Song Huaizhi. The nails on her hand dug deeply into the flesh. The pain made Meng Ruyi more awake.
"The Crown Prince can't have intervened in everything. So there are only a few most severely affected areas."
Song Huaizhi came back to his senses from his contemplation. Hearing Meng Ruyi's reminder, his eyes lit up. "Yes, the officials in other places can't be as bold as those people."
"But we don't know who those people are!" Tang Xiyi had no other expression on his face except a bitter smile. He wished he could hug the two people in front of him and cry. The calmness he had shown a few days ago had all disappeared. "I only know that someone did this. The Crown Prince's people are hiding very deeply. How could we find them in such a short time?"
He was right.
Song Huaizhi sneered. Those people were hiding so deeply. No wonder he couldn't find the truth before.
But this time was different.
"I have a way." Actually, Song Huaizhi already knew which places were involved. He was about to give the answer with a reasonable excuse.
"Where is Mr. Lin now?" He frowned and turned to ask Chuixue.
"Back to you, Young Master. Mr. Lin just left a message saying that he is now at the Fahua Temple."
Fahua Temple?
Meng Ruyi frowned.
Mr. Lin was definitely not the kind of person who would give up when faced with difficulties and seek comfort from the Buddha. Then why did he rush there immediately?
Wait!
Thoughts raced through Meng Ruyi's mind. Thinking of that idea, she couldn't help but hold her breath.
The current emperor believed in Buddhism. This was the only way. Get the abbot to say that the river would burst its banks. Otherwise, in this short period of time, there wouldn't be enough time to find out the Crown Prince's people, nor would it be enough to make the emperor believe this.
Since the beginning of spring, the emperor's illness had become more serious, so he had become more and more respectful of the abbot of the Fahua Temple.
This was the only way!
Song Huaizhi also had the same thought as Meng Ruyi. They glanced at each other and immediately stood up and said, "Let's go to the Fahua Temple!"
"Chuixue, prepare the horses."
"Yuyu." Song Huaizhi said to Meng Ruyi, "Your horsemanship is average. It's urgent. I'll carry you."
Meng Ruyi didn't have time to be shy. She nodded and followed Song Huaizhi's steps.
Tang Xiyi, looking completely confused as he watched the two of them stand up after just a glance at each other: "???!!!"
"Wait!" He chased after them and shouted, "I want to go with you too!"
"Prepare a horse for him too."
Only then did Song Huaizhi remember Tang Xiyi who was still behind. He said to him, "Please come with us, Young Master Tang."
"No problem." Tang Xiyi caught up. Seeing the two of them act, although he was a bit confused, he still followed them and ran forward.
Leaping onto the horse, Song Huaizhi reached out to pull Meng Ruyi up and into his arms. He whispered, "Sit tight."
Then he whipped the long whip and tightened the reins.
Chuixue and Liufeng led the way, Tang Xiyi followed behind, and Jingzhe brought up the rear.
The group galloped on the official road, and the horses' hooves kicked up a cloud of dust.
"Brother Song." Meng Ruyi felt Song Huaizhi's embrace. It was hotter in summer, and the familiar cold fragrance enveloped her tightly.
Song Huaizhi was right behind her, pressing closely against her. They were so close that from afar, Meng Ruyi even seemed to be nestled in his arms.
But neither of them had any amorous thoughts. They were just relying on each other tightly, like two little beasts in danger, leaning on each other and warily staring at the unknown danger ahead.
"If we follow Mr. Lin's method, we may still have a chance to control the flood."
"But the time is too short." Meng Ruyi sighed deeply and said to him, "The only way is to evacuate the victims in advance."
"But can such a thing really be done?"
This was the only way Meng Ruyi could think of for now. Moreover, if they evacuated the victims, it would be like telling the Crown Prince that they knew what he had done, and they would tear their faces with him in advance.
What on earth should they do?