Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

"Ahe, are you so radical, is it because you can't understand this world?" The young man in black clothes burst into tears. He stroked the dragon's horns. When he saw more than a dozen corpses floating in the torrent, he looked up. He shouted with his head to the sky: "Gods of the upper world! Please open your eyes and take a good look. If you pity the people in this beam, please don't let it rain again——"

"I, Si Ziqi, am just a mortal who is not even half-immortal, and this time I secretly went down the mountain against my master's orders! Lao Xiao and the others said that this is a disaster that belongs to Daliang, and we cannot and should not control it! I don’t think so! I left Haicheng to study at Zhiyu Palace. Although I was always lazy, I always wanted to do something for the people of this world. I sneaked down the mountain with Ahe! Just now! If no one had planted that hidden arrow behind me, I could have diverted the flood down the embankment! I could have succeeded...even if I ran out of power, I could still protect the mouth of the river..."

"But why do people shoot cold arrows in the back? Do the people in Daliang only hope that other people in Daliang will die?!"

The dragon Ahe actually wept along with his master, and his bright beast eyes never left the body turning in the torrent for a moment.

Those were the people it had seen when it was flying in the air. They were all so alive during their lifetimes. Some were making clothes, some were farming, some were picking tea, some were making honey...

Scholars, farmers, industry and merchants all have their own strengths. Those thousands of acres of tea fields were washed away by the flood, and a year of hard work was destroyed in that flash of lightning. Some people even burned rice at home and were washed away, as well as the swaddling clothes wrapped in their babies. , the broken wood, the green tiles on the walls of the houses, the yellow mud that rolled up under the water...

Zhiyu Palace is located in Palqing Mountain, where there are few fireworks in the world. Every time they go down the mountain, they always spend a few days looking at the ordinary people cooking, looking at the green tea fields, and listening to the sound of children turning the windmill on the street. It is so beautiful.

Before this flood broke out, the Sijiang area and its surrounding areas were all happy, but what about now?
Si Ziqi was on the verge of collapse. Facing the increasingly heavy rain, he held on to Ahe's corner to stand firm.

Wave after wave of torrents continued to pour into the mouth of the river. Seeing that the originally sunken water level was about to rise across the plain, the young man couldn't bear to watch anymore. He closed his eyes and patted the scales on Ahe's forehead, "Ahe, I I used to always brag to Qian Chuanzi, saying that you and I can ride the waves deep in the ponds and calm the floods, but he didn’t believe me. Now he doesn’t know where he will be swept up by this wave, whether he is alive or dead... You and I will fight this flood together. Is the mouth of this river flat enough for him to watch? "

Ahe understood and nodded gently.

Si Ziqi quickly circled his hands, wanting to rush into the rolling flood together with Ahe.

Unexpectedly, the dragon under him became restless, swung its tail and threw him back to the shore. The sudden and powerful impact shocked his brain.

But as the heavy rain fell from the sky, Si Ziqi saw that the dark green dragon that had grown up with him turned its head and stared at him with deep nostalgia for the last time.

The pair of bright dragon eyes contained incalculable emotions. Before Si Ziqi could react, he saw it rushing alone into the bloody mouth of the torrent!
Rumbling--

A sudden thunderstorm chased the dragon into the water and struck it on the sentry platform, causing the wooden frame to collapse in an instant.

"No!"

"Aha!"

"Ahe——"

On the cliff, there is an octagonal pavilion. The loud thunder behind her pierced Yin Luo's ears, but she had no time to pay attention. She turned around and crossed the bushes to stand in front of the Octagonal Pavilion.

The familiar Jinyu chariot was parked upright in the pavilion, not even half wet from the heavy rain.

The gauze curtain was opened by someone from inside, and a voice with a smile came out: "Long time no see, Master Changlin Yasan."

Yin Luo narrowed his eyes, "Shouldn't you call me, a descendant of Prime Minister Yin?"

"That's fine, descendants of Prime Minister Yin." Ming Zhidu changed his words quickly. He still looked at Yin Luo with a dignified and upright smile, looking up and down, "Your retreat this time seems to be quite effective. Huh? I just pointed my dagger at you, but it didn't hurt you." His praise was always sincere, but in Yin Luo's eyes, it was just a naked provocation.

"No matter how much I retreat, I can't compare to you, the prince. Sitting in this golden chariot every day, I look like a shrinking bastard!" Yin Luo took a step forward, not forgetting his luck. She stared at Ming Zhidu's face bitterly, "You got the news and came here to kill us, right? This is the mouth of the Daliang River. Once it collapses, the Liang Army garrison in the north of the Yangtze River will be implicated. This flood is coming hard and fast. You want to kill most of the people in Liang!"

"Descendant of Prime Minister Yin, you are wrong. If I really wanted to kill you, why didn't I continue to shoot arrows while you were coming? In the conscience of heaven and earth, from the moment you came to my side, I had no intention of killing you. Let’s do it again. Do you want to bear witness for me, Meng Zaishi?”

Meng Zaishi, standing beside him, closed the scabbard of his sword and nodded in response.

Yin Luo looked at Meng Zaishi and secretly clenched his fists, "As Prince Daliang, why did you plan for this flood to cause so many people to lose their homes, become homeless, and drown? You can't see how much water there is in the flood. A life?”

When she finished asking, she twitched the corners of her mouth, like a forced smile, but also like a smile that was not smiling at all.

The black and red true energy came out of the Golden Lotus Totem, and she stabbed Mingzhidu, "Forget it, I will only waste my words talking to you who are worse than a beast. If you have the slightest sense of guilt, you won't So many people died because of you!"

"Descendant of Prime Minister Yin, what are you talking about? How come this king is the one who planned this flood? Besides, now all the people in Daliang call him Minghe the emperor and your majesty. These people They are all his Minghe people. What does the life and death of the Minghe people have to do with me? The life and death of the people of Liang will be the same as this king until I succeed in sitting on the dragon chair. "

"You have a heart like a jackal, a tiger, a leopard, and you are not worthy of being a human being! You are not worthy of being the emperor of Daliang! You will only cower in your bastard shell. If you have the ability to stand up and fight with me! I will definitely kill you today! Avenge my bloody revenge - —”

Yin Luo struck out fiercely, forcing Ming Zhidu to catch it with both hands.

The sleeve dagger flashed out again, but the girl caught it with quick eyes and hands. She used her strength to backhand and bounce the sleeve dagger back into the chariot.

"You planned to kill my father! You indirectly killed my mother! I don't know what unscrupulous means you used to kill my fourth sister! You stabbed Yu Ruyi just now, causing him to fall into the torrent and his life or death is uncertain... You have ruined so many people life!"

Ming Zhidu frowned slowly. The girl in the black dress had extremely strong energy. She was probably even more powerful than him now. The needles pulled by the golden thread flew and pierced the gauze curtain of the chariot. She narrowed her eyes and made a sound of attacking from east to west, pretending to attack with all her strength. On the way to the Ming Dynasty, the thread wrapped around Meng Zaishi's neck... (End of this chapter)