How can there be a cure for a man's fundamental injuries in this day and age?
Jia Rong had already seen the wound, more than a year ago. At that time, he knew clearly that as the Crown Prince, the Third Master would always be a complete eunuch in the future.
For more than a year, everything Jia Rong said to His Highness the Crown Prince was just an excuse to appease the Crown Prince while protecting himself and the Jia family.
Of course, he also knew that if this matter came out, a big earthquake would hit Dayan. This earthquake may be comparable to the impact caused by the Nine Sons Seizing the Son twenty years ago.
He decided to continue telling this lie and making it up until the right time...
Therefore, Jia Rong still chose to lie when facing Crown Princess Li.
"His Royal Highness will recover, but it will take time."
He silently added in his heart, if people really have reincarnation, wouldn't it be great if His Highness died and was reincarnated as a man in the future?
Go to hell as soon as possible, Your Highness.
"Really?" Crown Princess Li behind the curtain murmured tremblingly. "How long will it take?"
"I don't know." Jia Rong shook his head slightly, his words in a low voice filled with determination. "However, I will do my best to cure His Highness the Crown Prince as quickly as possible."
There was no sound behind the curtain, and a young eunuch came over and said that the princess had left. Uncle Rong was stunned for a moment, raised his hands slightly and walked out of the hall.
He didn't know how the princess felt about asking this at this moment.
However, there is definitely one element of fear.
His Highness the Crown Prince's injury cannot be concealed forever. Sooner or later, it will cause shock to the entire Dayan. And at that time, what will be waiting for His Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess?
Uncle Rong grinned. By then, how will the Jia family and themselves be affected by this incident?
These are all things he needs to consider and calculate.
On the way back from Chongning Garden to Shenjing City, the little Que'er in the car suddenly whispered: "I'm staring at the old man before he leaves, so I'm following him again."
When Uncle Rong heard this, he blinked his eyes and said calmly, "Don't worry about them."
"From now on, when I go out, I'd better bring more people with me. If that doesn't work, I'll take those sisters and Sister Xianmei with me. With them here, I'll be more considerate." Xiaoque'er worried. He said, "Qie'er has heard and seen from afar. Those people behave in the style of Jinyi Division. They are probably sent by the palace or His Highness the Crown Prince."
"The prince can't control them." Brother Rong smiled softly and replied, "I am an idler who has been away from the capital for more than a year. There is no need for the palace to keep an eye on me. I think some people in the Jinyi Division themselves attention."
"Could it be her?" Xiao Que'er exclaimed.
"Don't worry about her." Uncle Rong nodded and said calmly. He tugged on his sleeves again, frowned and rubbed his hands. "The days are getting colder day by day, please warm me up quickly."
"..." Xiao Que'er couldn't help but blush after hearing this. He took Uncle Rong's hand and pulled it towards him. The uncle was so shocked that he quickly pulled his hand away, causing his elbow to hit the frame of the car with a crisp sound.
"What to do?" Uncle Rong rubbed his injured elbow and said helplessly.
"Master, don't you want to warm your hands?" Xiao Que'er whispered innocently.
"Which one is talking about warming your hands? I don't even have two ounces of meat. Is it warm enough? What I want is to hold the stove."
The little girl lowered her head and murmured in her heart. In those days, I don’t know who said that being delicate and small is also a beauty, and I don’t know who said that he could raise it with his own hands.
snort……
The cold wind howled by, blowing the long-dried grass on the roadside. Pedestrians on the road tightened their clothes and sleeves and moved forward with their bodies shrunken. It has not snowed yet, but it seems to be colder than when it snows in previous years.
"It's getting colder every year."
"Isn't that right? I don't know what will happen next year? If this continues, what will it be like next year..."
"This year's cold spring lasted more than ten days. Looking at the current situation, next year's spring will start half a month later."
"A lot of people are going to starve to death again!"
"Shh, don't talk nonsense. You should live frugally this year. If you stock up on things at home, you will be hungry again next year..."
"Stop talking, let's walk quickly. When we get home, we will immediately ask the family members to go to the mountain where Mr. Liu lives to chop a few more loads of firewood on credit. Don't wait until next year, or freeze to death this year."
No one in the world is more sensitive to changes in weather than farmers. That is the inheritance of thousands of years of farming wisdom, and it is the small calculation of farmers who were born in the wind and rain but are embarrassed by the wind and rain to deal with the future.
Stocking up on food, firewood, pickles, and dry vegetables. Being frugal is their only way to deal with the coming natural disaster.
Jia Rong in the car did not lift the curtain to see who was speaking, but suddenly shouted to the driver outside to tell him not to return to Shenjing City.
"Go to the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion first."
It has always been like this.
"I haven't been here for more than a year." Jia Rong looked at the gate of the Water Conservancy Camp Tianfu with emotion. Although Jia Rong had contact with the heads of the four Yingtian Divisions during this year, he knew nothing about the Yingtian Mansion Yamen.
These days, due to other things, I didn’t ask much about the situation of the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion.
As he came closer, his brows could not help but tighten.
"Where have everyone gone?"
Uncle Rong drank.
Half of the people's heads came out of the yamen slowly, and looked at him doubtfully for a long time before jumping out and replying hastily. "What do you have to do, sir?"
The little bird next to him whispered to him: "There are a lot of sounds of playing cards in the room over there."
Uncle Rong's face became even worse. "Where is the water conservancy and field envoy?"
"Who is your lord?" The official guarding the gate did not know the identity of Uncle Rong. He only saw that he was wearing extraordinary clothes and did not dare to neglect him. Hearing Jia Rong open his mouth to ask the camp envoy, he was already frightened and secretly guessed Jia Rong's identity.
Uncle Pianrong didn't answer, but went in the direction of the office pointed by Xiaoque'er with a dark face.
As soon as the door was pushed open, smoke filled the inside.
A dozen officials were playing cards around the table, with a warm fire burning under the table. Some of them were holding cigarette poles in their hands.
Perhaps Jia Rong made too much noise, or perhaps the cold wind outside suddenly entered the room, causing about a dozen officials to be stunned on the spot.
Jia Rong glanced at the faces of these people and found that no one knew them. Liao Chengzhi, the former water conservancy field envoy, was not among them.
He frowned and said, "Where is Mr. Liao, the water conservancy camp envoy?"
One person replied: "Master Liao has already been transferred to the Ministry of Civil Affairs, but you don't know?"
"Who is in charge of the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion now?"
"It's Ben... Ouch, why did you hit someone..."
"Hitting you is light, but I will take off your hat." Uncle Rong punched, kicked and smashed the room. No one dared to stop him under the fierce momentum.
However, one of them recognized Jia Rong's identity and pulled the beaten official to kneel down and beg for mercy.
"It's not that the lower officials have neglected their duties, but that the Yingtian Mansion is now in vain. The superior officials have stopped asking, and all the water conservancy and camp fields have been stopped. Mr. Liao entered the Ministry of Personnel, and those with connections in the Yamen were transferred to other places, leaving only We... the lower officials don’t know where our lives will be next year.”
It turned out that with the death of Prince Zhongshun, the Shuilui Yingtian Mansion suddenly had no one in charge. For a while, it was as if everyone had forgotten the existence of this yamen.
Soon after, the superior officials in Yingtian Mansion were transferred one by one, and suddenly the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion became a child without a father and a mother, leaving only a group of low-level officials to fend for themselves.
"how so?"
Jia Rong couldn't figure it out, or she didn't want to believe it even after she figured it out. He felt that no matter what others thought, at least the college student Shu Bole and the emperor Xian De would care about the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion. At least the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion had made some achievements in the past few years.
Emperor Xiande also looked forward to the changes that the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion would bring in the future.
Why is this happening?
Why was the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion suddenly abandoned?
Jia Rong is still waiting for the Water Conservancy Yingtian Office and Yingtian Fourth Branch to bring about changes, calculating that it will take decades to double the grain growth. Even if we don't seek effects for future generations, even if we can stabilize the yield of four to five hundred kilograms per mu, it would be great.
He returned to Shenjing with random thoughts, while everyone in the Shuili Yingtian Mansion who originally looked at each other went back to the room to play cards.
Before Uncle Rong entered Ningguo Mansion, he was stopped by a hand.
A white hand, a delicate hand, a slender hand.
Beautiful hands.
This hand is weak and boneless, as thin as a new onion.
Such a hand, if held...
