C8

After digging three dams in a row, Bo Yan, who was still digging downstream, realized that there wasn't a large amount of water gushing down the river as he initially wanted.

"Prince Zhan, is the dam breaking not going smoothly? "Why isn't there as much water flowing down as we expected?" Fu Yan asked uneasily.

Beitang Junhao really wanted to ask Ouyang Qinshao this question, but Ouyang Qinshao didn't want to answer at this moment, so she lightly suggested, "Lord Fu, if possible, during the later stages of construction of the riverbank, you still want to dig the river into a trapezoidal shape, and the riverbank shouldn't be higher than the surface. As for the dam, it would be better to design it like the three at the moment, which can reduce the amount of water upstream and prevent a large amount of water from flowing downstream at the same time."

Before Fu Yan could understand what was going on, Chu Liufeng had already drawn the changes Ouyang Qinshao had made to the dam and passed them to Fu Yan.

"This queen will return to the capital to report on the matters at hand. Lord Fu should come up with a general idea as soon as possible. If you don't understand anything, you can ask Master Ou. If another flood happens in Plum County in the future, you shall be the only one to ask." After saying that, Beitang Junhao turned around and left.

As for Ouyang Qinshao, she definitely wouldn't stay here any longer. After all, it wasn't her place to worry about.

He followed behind Beitang Junhao and returned to the city. He did not return to the prefectural city to rest, but went to Madam Lee's infirmary. Seeing Doctor Lee sending medicinal herbs for the cold soup, he went to help.

When Doctor Lee saw the two return, he immediately led the two of them inside. At the same time, he personally brought the cold soup over, "Prince Zhan, Liu Tie, quickly drink the cold soup while it's hot, lest you catch a chill."

Beitang Junhao didn't expect Doctor Lee to be so fast. It had only been an hour and the soup had already been brewed and fed to the commoners. "Liufeng, remember that Doctor Lee has done a great service for us. Return to the capital to discuss the rewards."

"No, no, no …" Wu Tie did not dare to claim credit and repeatedly refused, "Prince Zhan, this is a merit that this subject does not dare to claim, this soup was not suggested by this subject, and the medicine sent by the Prince is still in the process of being concocted. What is being used now is a soup concocted by this subject, for example, in terms of merit, it was obtained by Master Ou."

Beitang Junhao raised his eyebrows and said with a hidden tone, "Looks like Master Ou's visit was prepared. Even the medicine was prepared at the right time."

His heart was thumping … He felt that no matter how he tried to hide it, he was always seen through or caught. He had lived his two lives in vain, and he couldn't even play with an ancient man. Where was this old face of his?

"A little bit of the fur, a little bit of the fur …" "Everything is just a precaution." Ouyang Qinshao didn't know what other excuses she could come up with, so she could only reply in kind.

His silence was the strongest oppression he could muster, "That Master Ou really needs to take care of his body. When we return to the capital, This King will definitely report this to Royal Father truthfully. After all, Master Ou's learning and failure to serve is a great loss to our country."

Prince Zhan, this humble one is just a scholar, I have been weak since I was young, and have spent most of my time with medicine. This time, I have come to visit my father for his dying wish, and I do not have any plans to be an official in the imperial court, nor am I competent in any way. This time, Ouyang Qinshao was getting anxious.

If she really did go with him to the capital, then wouldn't she be trapped to death there? She had finally managed to live such a carefree life, so how could she possibly return to that cage?

"No worries." Beitang Junhao didn't want to die. Plus, there were plenty of ways to keep people. Who said that they had to be officials before they could be appointed? " Tomorrow, we will also need Master Ou's advice for the construction of the dam and river embankment. Today, Master Ou should rest early. "

After saying that sentence, Ouyang Qinshao didn't mention anything serious or express her stance. This was simply a classic official reply. Ouyang Qinshao felt like she was going to throw a tantrum, so she could only resign herself to her fate and go back to wash up.

Ouyang Qinshao got up early the next day because she hadn't eaten much. She wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, but the moment she opened the door, a servant came to tell her that Prince Zhan had invited her to have breakfast.

Ouyang Qinshao, who was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, didn't think that she would follow them down so quickly. Along the way, she thought that the breakfast she ate with her identity as a prince must be very sumptuous.

Seeing them, Beitang Junhao finally ordered them to serve the meal after a round of greetings. Ouyang Qinshao, who was filled with anticipation, was like a deflated balloon when her servant brought her the Food Box.

"What's wrong? it's not to Master Ou's liking? " Seeing that Ouyang Qinshao did not touch her chopsticks, a smile flashed across Beitang Junhao's face. Furthermore, this smile was very hidden, as if this was an intentional arrangement.

Of course not … Ouyang Qinshao screamed in her heart, but she could not help but smile as she thought to herself, "How could that be?" "The families of the commoner are not rich to begin with. Being able to eat rice every day is already very satisfying."

Beitang Junhao did not expose him. He drank a mouthful of rice porridge with relish and said: "It's already satisfying enough to have rice porridge in the disaster area. Master Ou, there's no need to be polite.

He had to move here since he didn't want to give her big fish or big meat. Now that he was giving her porridge and pickled radishes, who had she offended, she even used her strength and herbs, but in the end she was not even allowed to eat until she was full. It was such a waste of time.

After forcing himself to drink a bowl, he could no longer eat anymore, "Prince Zhan, this humble one is full. Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. This humble one still has matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first."

Beitang Junhao was still gracefully eating and nodded his head, indicating that he agreed.

After Ouyang Qinshao left, Beitang Junhao ordered his men to take back the food.

Chu Liufeng didn't know what Beitang Junhao was trying to say. Even though his previous plan had been messed up by bandits, he wasn't annoyed, and he didn't even try to investigate the matter of the shadow guard and the thief. Today, he was in a good mood, "Master, you seem to be in a good mood, but news has come from the Second Prince?"

"Send messages to Medicine King and Poison King, ask them to pass on the information regarding Thousand Entanglement Poisonous Insect to This King," Beitang Junhao was indeed in a good mood because he had discovered something interesting. "This King will not return to Beijing for now.

It had been five years since Chu Liufeng had seen Master like that ever since Beitang Junhao was expelled from the court due to poisoning. He knew that as long as he was targeted by Master, this "prey" would never escape.

In everyone's hearts, Beitang Junhao's aura was positive and sacred, but as his close bodyguard, Chu Liufeng was very clear that the reason why his master went to the battlefield was to find people to practice his skills, and the result was that he received the reputation of "Battle-King".

When he felt tired and tired of playing around, he used that sneak attack to retreat. Of course, the poison was real and the injury was real. As for how injured he was, that was up to Beitang Junhao.

This time, Beitang Junhao found it funny. He wondered who would be in trouble again. After silently mourning for this interesting "thing", he went to deliver the message.