Du Kuangfeng is like a thorn in his throat, "The Emperor..."

"I'll tell you why."

The empress's eyes were half open, and her eyes swept from one side of the hall to the other side, and swept contemptuously over every courtier standing here.

"If it is a man-made disaster, I have made concessions to protect the people of Chang'an, retreated from Chang'an to Luoyang, and now I am thinking about going to Jinling and Lin'an... and retreating again and again. When will it end?"

The courtiers lowered their heads slightly.

Sun Youwei snorted coldly, "If it is a natural disaster, it is the test given to me by the way of heaven. Since He wants to raise disasters on the ground, where can I escape? If God really abandons my great Zhou subjects as if they are worn out, what does it matter if they move the capital or not..."

Everyone immediately leaned over and knelt down, and repeatedly apologized to Sun Youwei.

"Anyway, I'm staying in Luoyang and not going anywhere." Sun Youwei stretched out his hand to Fuguang, Fuguang immediately turned around and stood up with the empress.

She looked at the seven or eight people kneeling below, and waved her sleeves with disgust.

"There is no way, just find a way."

In the second half of the night, everyone in Taichu Palace was still discussing ways. The resistance to the Linghe River was divided into two parts. One was whether it could sink again before it really took off; the other was how to resist it once the Linghe River really flooded.

Everyone has not discussed the previous question for too long, because Mrs. Feng had already given the answer early in the morning - the method of the Holy Ancestor sank into the river four hundred years ago is no longer possible.

As for why it doesn't work, Du Kuangfeng has no explanation.

As for the resistance of Linghe... Although everyone has no experience, there are only two ways to control water in the past: one is to build a dam across the dike, and the other is to guide and drain the flow. Now our thinking is almost the same.

Feng Yan was a little sleepy just sitting there, and not many of the topics discussed tonight attracted her.

Although Sun Youwei, behind the bead curtain, seemed to have fallen asleep, Feng Yan knew that the empress did not. She was lying awake half-lying on the imperial bed, perhaps with her eyes closed or not, but Sun Youwei's attention was always clearly pointing to the courtiers.

Feng Yan lowered her eyes. Among the people she had seen, no one had as much energy as Sun Youwei. She could still firmly grasp the authority in her old age and let it fall from the ground.

But people will die one day.

Who will be the successor of the Great Zhou at that time?

There was no real powerful minister in the court, and Sun Youwei never showed a preference for any child as a "successor". Her amazing longevity forced her to face the grief of her children leaving first. Now, in addition to the eldest princess, another royal family that was very favored by the holy family is in Jinling.

The old prince would come to the capital to meet every New Year's Day. He would bring his grandson whom he particularly liked, but later he was the only one who came alone. It is said that because his grandson accidentally contracted a bad disease, he was still weak and sickly after he recovered. From then on, he did not dare to take his children to travel far away again.

The royal account is also bumpy.

"Young Master, what do you think?" Chen Ming's voice pulled Feng Yan back from the sacred tour.

She looked up at Chen Ming, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Just leave this kind of thing to the Ministry of Works," Wei Xingzhen said on the side, "Rashly invite Mrs. Feng from Liufu Garden, regardless of the actual effect it can bring, if the old lady is delayed in doing what she does on the mountain, it may not be worth the loss."

Feng Yan roughly understood what Wei Xingzhen said.

She whispered, "If Lord Chen feels that there is something that cannot be accurate, just order someone to send a letter to Liufu Garden, and she will reply. My aunt has her own arrangements when encountering problems. Even if you go and invite her, you may not be able to do it."

Chen Ming stroked his beard, "That's it..."

Feng Yan looked at Wei Xingzhen in a sideways-thank you for your rescue.

Wei Xingzhen looked ahead and smiled.

This scene originally fell into Yin Shiyun's eyes not far away.

Yin Shiyun suddenly felt a bitter feeling in his heart, as if he was extremely tired in an instant - he was very familiar with Feng Yan's expression just now. During several summer nights spent on Daizong Mountain, Feng Yan secretly went to visit his master in Sitiantai and walked with him in the forest.

Both of them were very happy. They completely forgot about the confession while talking and laughing. Until they were asked by Li later, they also talked in front of Li in this way, giving each other clues in their conversations, and weaving a set of rhetoric to deal with elders on the spot.

The last time she sat in the crowd with Feng Yan was at a summer banquet. At that time, she was respectful to Wei Xingzhen. After she refused Cen Lingju's marriage, Feng Yan's expression was also in a dim mood...

But it's just two months...

A Yan, have you changed your mind?

Yin Shiyun stared at Feng Yan unconsciously until she noticed the gaze and looked at her.

Yin Shiyun did not dodge. He looked straight at Feng Yan, with questions in his eyes, puzzled... Perhaps there was a little bit of begging. The two had exchanged so many secrets and poured out so many thoughts when they were young. He knew that Feng Yan could see his pain and his determination, and he didn't have to say anything, and Feng Yan would understand everything.

However, Feng Yan's gaze stopped briefly and briskly on him, and then quickly looked elsewhere.

He had seen his anger and disappointment towards himself in Feng Yan's eyes. At that time, he felt anxious and hoped that one day he could explain everything to Feng Yan clearly...

But at this moment, Yin Shiyun suddenly realized that some things might really not be able to go back to - because Feng Yan's eyes were polite and indifferent, like a stranger.

"...Mr. Yin?" Du Huanfeng looked over with some concern, "How are you doing? Your face..."

Everyone looked at Yin Shiyun with pale cheeks and heavy eyes.

Yin Shiyun shook her head and whispered, "These two days... I've been too busy and haven't had a good rest. Master Du doesn't have to worry. I'm fine, please continue."

Du Huanfeng continued, "The Linghe incident is one aspect, and we should not take the spirit-sacrificing person lightly. Lord Wei and I recently conducted some secret investigations on the previous attack on Miss Feng's seventh family outside the city, and we did find some clues."

Ji Ran, who had never spoken nearby, raised his ears, "Is it sure that the spirit-sacrificing man did it?"

"Ninety percent sure." Du Huanfeng whispered, "In the early years, there was a blind musician among the spirit-sacrificing people, who was famous for playing the moon zither. In the eleventh year of Tianfu, there were more than a dozen murders in Lingnan related to him. This man used cigarette puppets and often appeared with a young man. He is still on the wanted list of Taohuawei."

"What's the name of this musician?" Ji Ran asked.

"Kuanglu." Du Kangfeng replied.
Chapter completed!