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Chapter 164
The heavy rain in Shaoyang will last for several days.

Since He Lingjiang and his party had to hurry, they naturally set off early in the morning, trying to get out of Shaoyang before the road became muddy and difficult to walk.

She had previously reminded the Shaoyang County Governor and gave him a way.

At that time, the heavy rain will continue for many days, and the calculation of the Taiqing Guanxian is naturally accurate, and the Taiping Sect's prayer for rain is also a lie.

This time, their plan to win people's hearts is going to fail, and it is impossible to say that the people will feel a little bit of a trick to it.

However, this is not the most important after all, the key is the waterlogging that followed the drought.

Fortunately, the county governor of Shaoyang had sent people to dig canals and build embankments in advance, and also sent people to remind the people to take precautions in advance.

The sky cannot be turned.

But after all, they knew in advance, instead of waiting for three or five days of heavy rain, and then gradually felt that something was wrong. When the time came to take precautions, it would inevitably be too late.

I only hope that this advance preparation can help them deal with the coming floods.

The carriage moved forward in the rain, and the speed was reduced a lot. Even if they set off early, they have not left the territory of Shaoyang yet.

Poet He looked at the torrential rain outside the car, and frowned secretly: "In such a heavy rain, our carriage should be careful, and don't get stuck in the mud and can't get out later."

Not long after his words fell, the carriage suddenly fell, and then stopped there, unable to move.

His heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, He Zheng came to report immediately: "Qi Niangzi, Lord Shilang, the wheel is stuck in the mud pit, you have to get down first and try to lift the wheel up."

Poet He patted his mouth: "I really got it right."

He Lingjiang glanced at him: "Walking on a rainy day, it's inevitable. What is the fourth uncle doing to himself? This carriage couldn't sink in because of your crow's mouth."

"Who's talking about a crow's mouth?" Poet He raised his brows. He said this was true, but if he wanted to ridicule his crow's mouth, he wouldn't admit it.

"He Lingjiang, you sneaked out last night, I didn't tell you, did I?"

"Okay. Fourth uncle's mouth is very good." He Ling Jiang Yan perfunctory insincerely, and then ignored him, lifted his skirt and got off the carriage.

When I got off the carriage, I knew how much rain it was outside. Even if I was holding an umbrella, the rain was pouring into the umbrella.

Aman quickly took another umbrella and placed it in front of her to help her block it.

However, that was the case, she only got off the car for a while, and her skirt was soaked through.

She and Poet He stood aside, while He Zheng and several others leaned over and tried their best to lift the stuck wheel out.

The escort who was driving the carriage whipped the whip, and the carriage moved forward two feet, away from the puddle.

Only then did He Zheng invite the two of them to get on the carriage again.

Poet He frowned at the pouring rain: "Now we are about to leave the territory of Shaoyang, and if we go further, the rain should not be so heavy. Let's find a place to rest for the night, shall we? "

He Lingjiang looked through the rain curtain and looked at He Zheng and the others who were riding on horses in scorpion coats. They were riding in the rain and were busy carrying the carriage. Even with scorpion coats, they were all wet.

"Then let's take a night's rest first, and everyone should change into dry clothes to avoid the cold."

This place is already very far from Shaoyang County City. After a short journey of half a day, you can leave the territory of Shaoyang, and the further you go, the less the rain is indeed, so there is no rush at this time.

Braving the rain, the carriage drove forward for a long time, and finally saw a ruined temple not far away.

It's not that much of a trip outside.

On weekdays, you can find an inn or a village to sleep in, but if you are in such a wilderness, it would be great to encounter a broken temple.

At first glance, the ruined temple has been abandoned for a long time. The surrounding weeds are overgrown, and the walls are broken.

Under the corridor of the dilapidated temple, there were also several horses tied, wagging their tails leisurely.

It seemed that before their arrival, someone had already taken shelter from the rain.

"Qi Niangzi, Lord Shilang, your subordinates will go to check the situation first." After He Zheng said, he got off his horse, went to the ruined temple first, and pushed open the two crumbling doors.

The moment the door opened, a vigilant voice came from inside: "Who?"

Today was mixed with wind and rain, and they relaxed for a while, but they never noticed that someone approached the ruined temple.

It was a little dark in the temple, He Zheng heard the sound and looked, and saw four people around the fire in the left corner of the broken temple.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the three people inside stood up abruptly, and put their right hand on their waist unconsciously. He Zheng glanced calmly and saw the swords on their waists.

He Zheng's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "Several gentlemen, it is inconvenient to travel due to the heavy rain today. My master wants to stay here for a night to avoid the rain. I wonder if a few of you can make up an open space?"

Everything has a principle of first come, first come. Since they have advanced to this ruined temple, people who come later want to come back. In order to avoid disputes, it is natural to ask.

He asked inquiries in his eyes, but he was looking at the man who was sitting in the middle of them and was sitting still.

This gentleman has a handsome appearance and elegant temperament. At first glance, he is the one who is in charge of the few.

The young gentleman who was sitting upright just smiled warmly when he heard the words: "Although we came here first, this is not our place. If your master wants to take shelter from the rain, you can do whatever you want."

He looked at the broken temple, and said, "This broken temple is not a small place. We stay here, and you can do the rest of the place."

"Thanks a lot then." He Zheng folded his hands and gave him a cross-hand salute before going out to invite He Lingjiang and others.

He Lingjiang arrived at the corridor of the ruined temple, shook the rainwater on his skirt, and then stepped into the ruined temple.

Xu is because there is no shop in front of the village and no shop in the back, and the ruined temple here is gradually abandoned.

At first glance, it is in disrepair, the idol has been damaged, and only half of the body is left incomplete, and the cobwebs are woven on it, and the temple is also in a state of collapse.

A few He Zheng found an open space, some of them picked up some waste wood that was not wet by the rain, and set up a fire.

Qiongzhi took the mat from the carriage and spread it beside the fire, and then invited He Lingjiang to congratulate the poet: "Miss, Langjun, come and bake the fire."

In order to avoid revealing their identities, in front of outsiders, Qiongzhi and the others have always called the poet He Ling Jiang Tong He as "Miss" and "Lang Jun".

After a heavy rain, the temperature on this spring day also dropped a lot, and when the sky was getting darker, there was a bit of coldness.

He Lingjiang nodded and sat down by the fire with Poet He.

Qingzhu skillfully pulled out the naan and roasted meat, baked it on a fire, and then distributed it to everyone, while Qiongzhi pulled out a tea set and cooked hot tea for a few people.

Not long after, the fragrance of tea came from the decayed and ruined temple.

The gentleman in the corner of the broken temple couldn't help but look up at them.

Looking at it, I saw a face that was still as white as snow under the light of the fire.

That person's heart jumped, it was her!

(End of this chapter)