Su Da Zhao Feng

Chapter 140
Seeing Sikong Xiu approaching from a distance, but the worried look on his eyebrows made Fengya's heart tighten, she couldn't help sitting upright, watching him coming, it's best if something happened to her father , she said to herself, and then couldn't help comforting herself.

Seeing Feng Ya and the others, Sikong Xiu immediately quickened his pace and walked towards them.

"Miss, we haven't received any news from Ming City for the past two days, the situation is not good." As soon as he walked up to Feng Ya, Sikong Xiu spoke hastily.

Feng Ya has been thinking about this for the past few days, and she is faintly worried that her father lost contact with them because of some delays.

"Could it be because Mingcheng's affairs are too busy, so Dad can't spare time to write letters?" Feng Ya didn't know if it was comforting Sikong Xiu or herself.

"It's not impossible. My lord sent me a letter saying that the floodwaters in Ming City and the surrounding towns have receded. Recently, he is in charge of repairing the houses on the city walls that were destroyed by the flood." Sikong Xiu replied.

Hearing that Sikong Xiu agreed with her words, Fengya breathed a sigh of relief, "Perhaps now that the flood has receded, the aftermath work must be carried out intensively, and there is also the issue of arranging accommodation for the victims, so father is busy with affairs, so we can wait a few days with peace of mind. There will be news."

Sikongxiu nodded. At this time, Mrs. Shen ordered them to go to dinner. Sikongxiu looked at the back of the young lady and others leaving first, and his brows, which had been loosened just now, tightened again. I have never encountered such a situation when I wrote to them, and even the imperial court has not received any news from Mingcheng. It can be said that Mingcheng has lost contact with the imperial court. This situation is not very good. In order not to worry the lady, I didn't express my worries. After all, it's good to have one less person to worry about, and no one knows the real situation. Random guessing here will only make me more worried.

Thinking of this, Sikong Xiu called a guard over, "Recently, you have been paying close attention to the news on both sides of Mingcheng and the palace, and in the past few days, send someone to a place a little closer to Mingcheng to check the situation and see if there is anything wrong with Mingcheng. thing."

The guard took the order to leave.

Sikong Xiu raised his head and looked up at the sky. The rain has gradually diminished these days, and the dark clouds have gradually dissipated. The gray sky has gradually shown its original blue color. It is time for this heavy rain to come to an end, but his heart faintly There is uneasiness, and this uneasiness tends to worsen as the weather gets finer.

Lezheng, no matter what, you must return safely.

After finishing the meal, Feng Ya still sat in her room in a relaxed mood.

At this time, Baizi brought a plate of snowflake cake and put it in front of Fengya, "Miss, you have used so little food today, Mrs. Shen noticed it, she asked the kitchen to bring it over, you can use some!"

Feng Ya glanced at the pastry, and then still lay on the table, "I have no appetite, you and Qianhong can eat together!"

"Miss, are you worried about your lord? Didn't you still comfort Mr. Sikong at noon?" Bai Zi was puzzled, Miss Mingming asked Mr. Sikong to wait patiently for news, why did Miss Ming look worried again in a blink of an eye.

"That's because Mr. Sikong has an official position now, and he has to manage the big and small affairs of the mansion. He is very busy. If he doesn't appease him, and he puts his mind here again, it will be very hard. One person is better than two people. It's good to be worried." Feng Ya sighed, and then said slowly.

So that's the case, no wonder Miss lost her face as soon as she turned around in the yard today, Miss is really a good girl who considers others, Bai Zi secretly praised in her heart.

I don't know what's going on with her father, if she hadn't promised her father to stay obediently in the mansion and wait for him to come back, she would have brought a few people to Ming City to look for him, so she wouldn't have to think about it here now, and Feng Ya would sigh deeply With a sigh of relief, she turned her head and told Baizi, "In the past two days, let people pay more attention to the people who come and go between Ming City and the Imperial City, and see if they can find out any news."

Baizi nodded, she could understand Miss's worry at the moment, so she immediately went down to order someone to do this.

Fengya looked out of the window, the sky was blue and blue, the rain had stopped, and everything in the world seemed to have been bathed, giving people a feeling of being refreshed and full of vitality, but Fengya's thoughts at this time It wasn't on it, she only saw the puddles piled up under the tree, her eyes fell on it, her expression was full of worry, God bless her father, don't have any accidents.

In this way, another three days have passed, but there is still no news of Le Zhengjin in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and there is no news of Mingcheng and other places in the court. People are suddenly panicked. What kind of situation is this Mingcheng? Why is there no post-disaster? With the news of the reconstruction, none of the people led by the prime minister returned to the city. Could it be that something major happened again, so that the news from the prime minister could not be conveyed and stagnated in Ming city?
Compared with the imperial city, the prime minister's mansion is even more bleak. Everyone is looking forward to your lord's return to the mansion as soon as possible, but now there is no news at all, and my heart is empty. Sifan didn't want to think about it, and they didn't smile for a long time, so that they now act lightly, for fear that their carelessness will disturb the lady and add to the lady's worries.So the prime minister's mansion has been extraordinarily quiet recently.

"Any news today?" Feng Ya looked at Bai Zi expectantly.

Baizi shook her head, and it was no surprise that the young lady's shining eyes suddenly dimmed, like the stars in the night sky suddenly lost their brilliance, Baizi couldn't help but feel distressed, at this moment she thought of another news she had inquired about.

"Miss, I heard from the soldiers guarding the city that a large number of refugees are coming to our imperial city recently."

"It is estimated that this flood destroyed their homes, and they had no choice but to come to the imperial city. After all, this is the foot of the emperor, and they believe that the imperial court will give them help." Feng Ya temporarily put down her worries and thought for a while. Then he said, "Baizi, there must be a lot of refugees this time, you ask Mrs. Shen and the others to prepare more rice and food this time, and when the refugees enter the city, send people to set up a shed to give out porridge."

Baizi's eyes lit up, "That's a good idea, Miss really has a bodhisattva heart, Baizi admires it."

"Just know how to talk poorly, hurry up and give orders, the victim will probably enter the city in a few days." Feng Ya sent her away with a funny face, she was doing something within her power.

At this moment, Qianhong ran over recklessly, looking very anxious, Fengya frowned and waited for her to approach.

"Miss, it's not good, it's not good..."

"What's wrong, don't yell nonsense!" Bai Zi just passed her by, when she heard her younger sister being so outrageous, she couldn't help turning around and scolding her.

At this time, Qianhong couldn't care less about arguing with her sister, she took a breath, and then continued to say anxiously, "Miss, a few victims from the surrounding towns of Mingcheng came to the city today, and they said that when the water in Mingcheng receded, The plague has started to break out on a large scale, and now the city of Ming is closed."

Feng Ya's heart skipped a beat, and she stood up from her chair, unable to believe what she had just heard.

Ming city, plague, closed city.

These few words have nothing to do with each other at first, but when they are combined in this way, they have an overwhelming power in people's hearts.

　Anbu has been sick recently, so I haven't been able to update it in the past two days. I bow and apologize. Starting today, Anbu will continue to update, O(∩_∩)O~
　　
　
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