Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 334 What can he regret?
Does he... regret it?
Song Xingzhe was stunned for a moment, and his figure shook for a moment.

He stood at the door, holding the carved wooden door with one hand, and after a long time, he lowered his eyes and chuckled: "Why do you regret it or not."

"Sir, do you think a person like Song has any room for regret?"

He had no so-called "retreat" many years ago, and he also had no room for regret.

What's more, he is over sixty years old this year, half of his body has been buried in the soil.

He, Zhu Sheng and Liao Zhen, they are old bones, what else can they regret, what else can they regret?
If you really want to talk about the word "regret", the only regret in his life is that he failed to stop Zhu Sheng and his old mother-in-law, and failed to save his sister-in-law.

If he and his wife had been able to save the sister-in-law at that time, the child of Xianxian would not have been as troubled as he is now.

He knew that she was suffering from the bottom of her heart, and he knew that her suffering had lasted for decades.

He even knew that she had never forgotten her mother's death, not even for a day or a moment; he knew that she hated the Zhu family, and knew what kind of plans she had in mind.

He knew that Xianxian had gone crazy on the day her sister-in-law died.

——In the final analysis, it's all because he was too cowardly back then, and because he was blinded by power, fame and fortune back then.

It was his own choice to be deaf and dumb, and it was his own choice to join forces with Zhu Sheng and others.

It was his hands full of blood, and it was his unforgivable crime.

Therefore, he watched helplessly as his daughter, whom he had raised since childhood, walked into the abyss step by step, and suffered from the torment of not being able to find a way out or relief day and night.

What else could he regret?
What else can he regret?
It's all self-inflicted.

Song Xingzhe's fingers holding on to the door slightly curled up, he closed his eyes and sighed silently, and strode downstairs without looking back.

After he left, Mu Xici sat quietly in the same place for a long time, until the last bit of incense in the furnace was burned, then he slowly propped himself up and put away the copper plates on the table.

Everyone suffers.

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Changle 26 years, June [-]st.

Mu Xici sat at the table, frowning, she had stacks of battle reports from the frontiers in her hand, and stacks of disaster reports from Jianghuai beside the battle reports.

When the good news from northern Xinjiang was sent to Beijing in letters, all the rivers and rivers of the Jianghuai River were being executed. But never retreated for a moment.

The rain has been falling continuously since mid-spring and March until today. The flood has long since submerged half of the Jianghuai River, and the three-foot-deep water has washed away countless villages, and it has also soaked countless fields. crops.

The little girl lowered her eyes to look at the written data, her thin and long eyelashes could not help trembling slightly, and her fingertips slowly slid across the numbers, only to feel that every word was crying blood, which was shocking.

Among the eight streams of Sidu (Jianghe, Huaiji) that pass through the Jianghuai River, at least there are Erdu and Erliu. There are a total of 240 breaches in these four main rivers, plus hundreds of thousands of tributaries. The places are even more numerous.

A total of 960 villages were destroyed by the flood, and no less than 2000 million mu of farmland was affected, and the number of drowned livestock could not be counted for the time being.

The hills on both sides of the river slipped and the river was silted up. Instead of making the flood recede, more torrents poured into the farmland elsewhere.

Even though the embankment had been reinforced time and time again, even though the outer wall of the granary had been covered with waterproof tarpaulin layer after layer, even though the government had arranged for the people to go to the city's more important areas as early as April when the river level rose. Evacuation from heights——

The rivers and rivers were still broken, the food in the warehouses was still moldy, and the people who were sticking to their homes would still drown in the floods. The Jianghuai struggled for a month and a half, and the previously hoarded food was almost exhausted.

Batch after batch of money and food for disaster relief from the imperial court was allocated, but there were still very few who could successfully reach the Jianghuai River and distribute to various cities and places.

So the emperor was furious and sent people to thoroughly investigate the grain transportation along the way. At the same time, he ordered the seventh prince of the dynasty, Mo Jun, to collect money and food for the soldiers and horses, and rush to Jianghuai immediately for disaster relief.

That decree was issued by His Majesty yesterday, and the Ministry of Households has raised all the money and food and grass today. If there are no other problems, that old Mo Junli will rush to Jianghuai tomorrow.

Mu Xici's fingertips trembled again and again, she put down the rice paper full of words in her hand, and closed her eyes.

——The day is still here.

The imperial city of Hanze was destroyed, the banks of the Jianghuai River burst into floods, and the fate of her father and Mo Junli came one after another. She had waited for three years, and this day finally came.

"Cuckoo——" the small bird chirping startled the little girl whose eyes gradually became darker and straighter. Mu Xici looked back at the sound, and saw the carrier pigeon standing firmly on the window sill.

"That old bastard still has the heart to send you here today." Mu Xici spoke slowly, raising his hand to beckon the birds by the window, "Your master, I'm not in a hurry to pack things. Ready to hit the road?"

"Hey." Xue Tuan tilted his head, waved his wings, and jumped onto the little girl's arm. In June, the capital also rains from time to time. Wet water vapor.

That guy's stuff has already been packed, and he'll be checking it now.

The pigeon flapped its wings and muttered non-stop. Master Mu carefully identified it for a while, then raised his eyebrows in surprise: "That old thing moves very fast."

She thought that he would clean up until midnight, but she didn't expect that he had finished cleaning before the sun on the mountain top receded.

"When is he going to leave?" The little girl lowered her voice and asked casually. Xue Tuan listened and raised a short leg towards her. Take the letter box.

This bamboo tube is slightly larger than the one they usually pass on, and the note stuffed in the tube is also twice as wide as usual.

Mu Xici raised his hand to flatten the letter paper, and the densely packed small characters immediately came into view.

She patiently read from right to left, word by word, and after reading it again, she couldn't help but tighten her lips.

What was written on it was his complicated and detailed nagging.

What should pay attention to the temperature difference between day and night in early autumn, what should be careful not to be too capricious in daily diet.

While telling her where she can get the latest battle report, she also told her not to worry, saying that he had already delivered the letter to Lu Qiu, and that there would be no mistakes with his people watching over Hanze.

... long-winded.

The little girl bit the tip of her tongue, sealed the letter into the bamboo tube, and carefully tied the bamboo tube to the pigeon's leg.

"Go back and return your master's life." Mu Xici let go of the snow ball, and then turned back to the boudoir without saying a word.

She sat withered before the dowry until the bright moon hung high, she looked up at the sky, got up and changed into a set of black nocturnal clothes.

Under the frost, a person jumped out of the window and turned onto the wall.

　sleepy, sleep

　　Anan
　　
　
(End of this chapter)