​Imperial palace sweet love: Your Majesty, too dark!

No one dares to delay a minute.

For such an important position, Zhao Junyao still has the vision of selecting people!

These people arranged everything all night, and set out with the first people to leave the city at dawn.

It's easy for the Department of accounts. It's not true to use a car to pull the money.

It's about dispatching nearby and getting out where you have it.

Anyway, the money belongs to the emperor. Who dares not listen to him?

On the contrary, it is the Ministry of work, which is more difficult.

If the emperor wants to build a river bank, he can't do it without money. He also needs people who are proficient in fortifications.

We need tools, a whole set of tools, and a lot of raw materials. If we can't buy them now, we have to pull them over!

The most difficult thing is to keep it secret. It can't get out.

Otherwise, if there is no disaster, it will cause panic and scare yourself to death. That's not true.

In the early morning of the next day, the Minister of the Ministry of industry went back to make up for his sleep with two panda eyes on his head.

For the next two days, he was like a night owl, sleeping during the day and working at night.

He finally sent the materials, tools and several people who were proficient in fortification out of the city overnight.

The night owl's life is finally over.

But his panda eyes did not disappear for a long time, his body almost collapsed, and his hair became white.

Of course, he is not all the worst.

The worst is the magistrate Hou.

At this moment, he almost cried!

He is being forced by several heralds to work with a group of women!

The reason is this.

Two days ago, he was playing the game of making man with his 23rd aunt.

Just when I was hi, I was interrupted.

He was violently dragged out by several people.

They also read the emperor's oral instructions and took out a keepsake - dragon jade pendant.

Only the emperor can use the dragon pattern all over the world.

He is a magistrate, and he knows that.

However, the emperor told him to take all the women in the city to sew sacks and carry sand.

Those women are poor people in the countryside. They sew ten coppers in one sack. It's not embroidery. It's fast.

They were tired and happy with such a well paid job, and each one of them went through the needle with agility.

Hundreds of women sewed together. In less than a day, all the coarse linen of the whole vehicle turned into sacks.

Of course, magistrate Hou didn't sew sacks. He filled sacks with sand.

According to the truth, although the emperor ordered him to lead the work.

But a magistrate can't do it by himself. At most, he can be a supervisor or something. Let's grasp the progress.

But those damned heralds don't know what's going on.

He was given a shovel and forced to work.

If you don't do it, you'll be beaten!

They are the emperor's people, regardless of his face.

Just say, "the situation is critical! No way

The magistrate Hou did not dare to retort, so he had to do it himself.

If you work, you can work. It's just filling sand into the sack. He's fat and can't work.

But the worst thing is not to give him food.

At noon, everyone sat down to eat.

The officers and soldiers carried baskets of steamed bread back and forth to eat whatever they wanted. In addition, there were pickles and hot water.

The women were very satisfied with it, and they laughed and ate.

"It's said that the emperor asked us to work. The emperor is really a good emperor!"

"That is!"

"Why do I think it's so untrue? How can the emperor know that our riverbank is going to be opened?"

"That's right. I haven't opened the riverbank since I can remember."

"The emperor is the real son of heaven. He said he would break the dyke, so it might be true!"

"Yes, the emperor knows. How can we know?"

"In any case, I'm content to work with coppers and eat steamed bread with white flour."

A group of women talked and laughed, and white flour steamed bread was also very delicious.

However, magistrate hou

With steamed bread in one hand and pickles in the other, he cried and begged.

"You guys, i... I can't eat it!"

"Please, let me go home to eat. I'll come back to work after eating!"

He has never eaten anything like this in his life.

He eats delicious food!

Hungry to coo, chew, or difficult to swallow.

He just kept crying!

The heralds didn't care. They stood in front of him. Not even pickles.

A mouthful of steamed bread, a mouthful of water!

Soon, a few people had enough to eat and drink.

A man came up to him and said.

"It seems that... Lord Hou is not hungry. In this case, let's continue to work and go!"

With that, he was going to grab the steamed bread and pickles in his hand.

How would you like to protect your chest.

"I eat, I eat... I'll eat it now!"

With that, he took a big mouthful of steamed bread and swallowed it with tears!

It was so easy to eat that he was dragged to work again.

What he didn't know was that he would never come back from the good old days.

He didn't know that the days after that would be more and more miserable.

He had no time to think why the emperor knew that the Weihe River was going to burst its dyke. He was so tired that he was paralyzed.

The next day.

Magistrate Hou is filling sandbags at the crack of the river embankment with the common people.

It's raining heavily.

The women had gone back early, and now all the people working with him were officers and soldiers, rough men.

He is a fat body clip in the inside, it is very incongruous.

He staggered and lifted a sandbag. Before he took two steps, he fell on the ground.

He has no more strength.

I'd rather be beaten than get up.

Suddenly, a man appeared in front of him.

He was wearing a long yellow and white robe with dragon pattern. Outside he was covered with a clear cloth rain proof cloak, and above he was covered with a butter umbrella with dragon clouds.

The boots are black with gold rims.

Magistrate Hou looked up from the bottom.

When he saw the familiar face, his pupils dilated instantly!

"You... You..."

Say, white eye son some time, fainted in the past.

"Come on, put it in custody!"

With that, Zhao Junyao left with a cold face.

In the afternoon, it rained more and more.

Xia Ruqing is lying at the window, flustered and fluttering in her heart.

"It's not like rain, it's like a natural disaster!"

As soon as he finished, someone came to report.

"The Weihe River has burst its banks!"

On the street, in the rain, one person after another, carrying a gong, desperately knocking, desperately shouting.

"Run! The Weihe River has burst its banks! "

Ziyue's face turned pale, and Xia Ruqing was startled.

"Ziyue, pack up quickly. If the situation is serious, I will send someone to inform you!"

"Yes

Yun imperial concubine and other people are also flustered, everyone dare not act rashly, can only dry wait.

The people in the city are not so calm.

As soon as we heard that the Weihe River broke its bank, we started to run subconsciously.