The court dispersed, and Zhao Jie was a little bored because the Jiangnan was flooded and rebellious, so he took his close ministers to stroll in the garden.

The eunuch Liang Shicheng knew the emperor's thoughts, and at this time he said something that would make people happy: "In recent years, Emperor Tianzuo of Liao rejected the loyal and kind referring to the small group of people. The Jurchens invaded thieves and the people were in trouble. The Liao Kingdom was in danger. A large number of knowledgeable people surrendered to our Song Ting. When they jointly attacked Liao with the Jin Kingdom next year, they could recover the land of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun that had been ceded for nearly two hundred years. Compared with this extraordinary achievement, a mere wave of bandits would not be enough to bother the emperor."

This is indeed nice. Zhao Jie touched his chin and relaxed a little between his eyebrows.

Liang Shicheng chuckled flatteringly, thought for a while, and comforted him: "If the emperor is bored, I will arrange for the manpower to go out of the palace with the emperor? Xu Poxi from Lan Kwai Fong is famous recently, and it is rumored that he can come to Huadian with a song..."

Zhao Jie raised his hand gently and shook his head, "It was just a trick to attract pollen on his body in advance, which was eye-catching. I have seen this girl Xu Poxi, and I have always wanted to compete with Shishi for the reputation of the No. 1 courtesy of Kyoto. Her lyrics and music are indeed outstanding, but her personality is slightly inferior and too utilitarian. There are so many women in the palace, and there is nothing good to watch."

"Miss Shishi has been famous for a long time and has always kept people from thousands of miles away. Even Zhou Bangyan has been waiting for seven years. Finally, he returned disappointed and got married to Minister Su's granddaughter. Ordinary men really cannot break the thin layer of ice, so they can only wait for it cleverly."

Zhao Jie was flirting with his mouth: "Shi Shi is indifferent to fame and fortune, and never value false fame. Zhou Bangyan is indeed outstanding in poetry, lyrics and music, but he has no real ability. He is not qualified to be a county magistrate to tell the truth. A man in the world who can match Shi Shi Shi, well..."

Liang Shicheng knew Zhao Jie's thoughts well and shook his head:

"The beauty of the city must be matched with the unparalleled hero."

“Hahaha….”

Zhao Jie nodded slightly and said nothing.

Liang Shicheng had been brewing a little and thought for a while: "But... I heard that in June, Shishi's girl lived in Hangzhou and was invited by Cao Hua to Heyi Tower to entertain Zhu Xie..."

"Shi Shi is a Minglou singer after all, and it is inevitable that two or three social events will be held. Cao Hua knows the right way."

Liang Shicheng looked embarrassed and wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhao Jie frowned slightly and turned his head: "What? Cao Hua made another mistake?"

Liang Shicheng shook his head, hesitated for a long time before whispering:

"I also heard from the officials who came to Beijing. On that day, Governor Cao and Zhu Mian drank with each other. Both of them were drunk. Zhu Xie wanted Miss Shishi to accompany her..."

Zhao Jie sneered: "Zhu Jie is really drunk too much. Shi Shi never gives people a drink, so how could he agree..."

Liang Shicheng shook his head and smiled, "Well... The girl Shishi is obviously not happy, but after all, she has a low status and cannot refuse. Finally, she sat in Cao Hua's arms, so that Zhu Xie retreated..."

“….”

Zhao Jie's expression was slightly stiff, he was silent for a moment, and continued walking in the garden.

Liang Shicheng shook his head and chuckled: "I think it was a social event. Later, Shishi girl got drunk, and Cao Hua sent Shishi girl back to her room to rest..."

"Okay." Zhao Jie waved his dragon robe sleeves, turned around and walked towards the palace.

Liang Shicheng's face changed slightly, and he followed behind in fear and said in a trembling voice:

"In the end, I had a trouble with the assassin, but Governor Cao was drunk and could not defeat the thief...... Master... Master..."

With the words, Zhao Jie had disappeared at the corner of the palace. Liang Shicheng stopped, smiled calmly, and turned around to leave the garden...

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The thunder sounded like a sound from the top of the head, crossing the dark clouds as dark as ink. The raindrops as big as beans fell, hitting the green tiles of the eaves, becoming denser and denser until they blocked their view.

The lanterns hanging outside the palace were blown down by the wind, and the willow trees were bent into a curve that was about to break.

The guards hid in the gatehouse, with few people on the streets and alleys in the city. Even the Xizi Lake, which was crowded with people in the past, was empty, leaving only a few pleasure boats bumping on the lake.

A rare heavy rain poured down, and the oil-paper umbrella was overwhelmed by the strong wind and lost its function. Cao Hua walked through the corridor in the rain and came to the study room of the royal palace.

King Kang was wearing a sable fur, frowned at the window and watched the clouds in the sky. The fluff of the sable fur on his shoulders was blown away, and the staff kept slogging to dissuade him:

"Prince, the wind is strong, be careful of catching a cold!"

King Kang waved his hand, with a sad look in his eyes: "I haven't encountered such heavy rain in decades, and I'm afraid there will be floods outside the city again. Alas... Is it because of Tai Sui this year, and all natural disasters and man-made disasters have happened..."

Hearing the 'offensive Tai Sui', Cao Tai Sui stopped awkwardly and gently raised his hand outside the bead curtain of the partition:

"Prince."

"Oh, Cao Hua, you're here just right."

King Kang looked back and tied the windows, stabilized the shaking bead curtains, and the room became a little quieter.

Song Yang and several staff members were all in the room. Zhao Huai was sitting on the chair with a little bored and had tea. When he saw Cao Hua, he stood up and said:

"Monkey King Cao, is there any news about Miss Shishi?"

As soon as this said, King Kang's face darkened and he glared at Zhao Huai fiercely.

Cao Hua shook his head and looked worried:

"The Black Feather Guard is still patrolling, but it's a pity that the thief is too cunning and it's difficult to find his whereabouts for a while."

King Kang naturally didn't care about a singer and said calmly: "I can't find the best, otherwise the emperor will urge you to return to the capital again."

The lights were on in the room. King Kang raised his hand to signal the seat next to him and said softly:

"Cao Hua, according to spies, Fang La's rebels have temporarily slowed down their offensive in recent days. Judging from their appearance, they have been affected by the heavy rains for several days and are difficult to dispatch the army. What do you have to say about this?"

The royal palace discussed countermeasures, and to be honest, they were just a pleasure to speak. King Kang could not mobilize the army, and there was no other countermeasures except staying at home to analyze them.

Cao Hua responded casually and said softly:

"Prince, I went to Qiantang River and the inland river these days to patrol the Qiantang River and the inland river. There were signs of collapse in many places. Today's heavy rainstorm is too heavy, and if it continues, there may be chaos."

Song Yang shook his head: "The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is full of rain. Every year, heavy rain will cause damage to the river bank, and it will inevitably happen."

King Kang stood up and went back and forth to cross the steps, thinking for a while: "The river embankment is reinforced and repaired every year, and I will also go to inspect it every year. Zhao Zhizhou does not have much ability, but such small things should not make any mistakes."

The strong wind is like a beast roaring, and the heavy rain is like a waterfall.

Cao Hua sat in the quiet study, tapping his fingers on the table, thinking for a moment:

"The corruption of officials in Jiangnan is a trend because there has been no major chaos in history, which makes people relax their vigilance. Now Fang La's movements are unknown, so the prince still sends a letter to Zhao Zhizhou, asking him to send additional corvee officers and soldiers to patrol the river bank to avoid floods and refugees in the city and being exploited by the rebels."
Chapter completed!