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Volume 2: Uncle Qin Mansion Chapter 217: Moon Worship Ceremony (2)

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    "Niezi Longwang rebelled, and the only two grandchildren left are Yang Xiao and Yang Li. Please remember my

    Thinking of this, Yang Yong glanced at the people around him and found the figure of the unlucky grandson. He couldn't help but frowned: "Prince, where is the unlucky grandson?"

    The prince Yang Cheng behind him quickly stood up and walked to Yang Yong's side, saying respectfully: "Father, His Highness is at Concubine Yi's place¡ª¡ª"

    Yang Yong raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a deep voice: "I am already a teenager and I still feel tired of women telling me that he has come to see me."

    "Yes, father," Yang Cheng responded quickly, turned around and gave a few instructions to the chamberlain beside him. The chamberlain nodded frequently, then held the Buddha dust in his hands and stomped downstairs.

    "Where is Master Yuan?"

    "Father, Master Yuan Xian just took Taoist Li to the south gate to have a look." Yang Cheng responded in a low voice.

    The old emperor frowned deeply when he asked this. He naturally knew why Yuan Tiangang was going to the South Gate at this moment. He just wanted to see if the Luoshui River had really risen?

    "Are all the sandbags on the river bank equipped?"

    "Father, don't worry, I ordered the imperial guards to prepare yesterday, but this -" Yang Cheng said this quite submissively, as if he was carefully wording his words.

    "Why are you talking hesitantly?" Yang Yong glared, and in his mind he couldn't help but think of the stubborn bald man who spoke without scruples.

    "Master Yuan Xian's master once said a proverb, the bright moon is hidden in the clouds, and heavy rains will cause disaster; the bank of Luo River is three feet long, and the river is ten feet deep. Now the rain has stopped for a few hours, and there are no big lakes in the upper reaches of Luo River -  ¡ª¡±

    "Are you saying that my making this sandbag is unnecessary? Or do you doubt Master Yuan Xian's calculation?" The old emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him with dignity.

    Seeing the old emperor's appearance like this, Yang Cheng was frightened, and quickly knelt down with a bang, trembling: "I don't dare!"

    Seeing his frightened look, Yang Yong felt both happy and disappointed in his heart. He was happy that although he was old, the prince was still so afraid of him, but he was disappointed that the Yang family, except for Yang Xiao, could no longer see that kind of nature.  Arrogant and fearless

    Sighing secretly in his heart, the old emperor waved his hands somewhat desolately and said: "Get up, Master Yuan Xian has mastered the essence of his master. When these ten sons pray to the moon in a row, he can figure out the origin. There is no doubt that you are careful."  Just tell them to do a good job in flood prevention."

    "Yes, Father, I will go down and check again now."

    "Go" Yang Yong responded lightly, then leaned on the dragon chair and closed his eyes as if he was extremely tired.

    Yang Cheng tiptoed back and led Taoist Qingyun downstairs to the south gate.

    The old emperor was leaning there quietly, not sure whether he was resting his mind or meditating. The index finger of his skinny right hand rhythmically touched the armrest of the dragon chair.

    After a while, he opened his lips slightly and said to himself as if talking to the void: "Where is my evil son now?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, an inconspicuous white-faced old eunuch next to him bowed, took a few steps forward and whispered: "In an abandoned dyeing workshop on East Street."

    "Has that person checked?"

    "checked"

    "is it him?"

    "It's him," the white-faced old eunuch nodded solemnly and replied.

    When the old emperor heard this, he suddenly sat up straight, and his voice became a little solemn and said: "Okay, okay, you are indeed my good minister." At this point, the old emperor's eyes shot out, piercing into the distance like a sharp blade, and sneered: "Ghost.  Nine, you and Elvis Presley are both going this time, so be sure to bring it to me."

    The old eunuch was shaken and looked at Yang Yong blankly: "But, here -"

    "It doesn't matter, there are still guards and Master Yuan Xian here"

    "But they -" The old eunuch seemed to be about to say something, but was interrupted by the old emperor's right hand: "The Xuanxue Sect wants the world's orthodoxy, hey, how can they ignore my safety? By the way, Master Fan's injury  how?"

    The old eunuch sighed slightly and said: "The palm of Guiyuan will be the most poisonous in the world. It will destroy the vitality. I'm afraid it's hard to escape the bad luck."

    "Alas, what a pity for a generation of eminent monks," the old emperor sighed, "You go prepare and come out on time at the right time."

    "" The old eunuch responded and turned around and walked towards the stairs. When he was about to go downstairs, the old emperor's somewhat lonely voice suddenly sounded in his ears again: "My evil son can be saved if I can, but if I can't - alas -"

    The old eunuch stopped, nodded and said, "I understand," and then quickly went downstairs.

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    The river water is rushingThey rushed downstream from the south gate of Daxing Palace in a hurry.

    Although the rain stopped for a few hours, the rainwater slowly rose to the bank after thousands of accumulations.

    The white foam waves hit the river embankment that was already filled with sandbags.

    Wearing a silver helmet and silver armor, Shangguan Chong'er led Zhao Heizi and the others back and forth on a patrol with a pretty face.

    The "Three Feet Bank of Luoshui" in Xuanxuemen is a flood that has never happened in a hundred years. Even if the embankment is overflowing three feet, it is unknown how many houses, livestock and even human lives will be destroyed.

    She claims to be a responsible general of the Sui Dynasty. How could her Shangguan Beloved not check it out personally?

    "Hurry up and pile up a few more bags here." Shangguan Chong'er frowned slightly, holding the Yanyu knife on his waist with his left hand, and pointing to the seeping river embankment with his right hand, which sounded like he was pointing out the country.

    Under the guidance of Shangguan Chong'er, several men with bronze helmets and iron armor carried several bags of sandbags with a bang and placed them in the loopholes in an orderly manner.

    At the same time, in a dark corner five hundred meters away from the south gate of Daxing Palace, a one-eyed old man stood there like a ghost, looking excitedly at the gradually enlarging vortex next to the Xuanji Stone and under his feet.  , a young man with a shrunken expression and wearing a black watersuit was lying on the ground, letting the river water continue to wash away him.

    "Boy, do you think it's true?" The old man kicked the young man and said grimly, "Can books be hidden in a jade stone?"

    The young man grunted after being kicked, his eyebrows furrowed in pain, he opened his tired eyes, and said feebly: "I tell you the truth, why don't you let me go?"

    Needless to say, these two people are Master Wang and the water ghost Tu Long who returned in the evening.

    "Hehe" Master Wang sneered, "What if you lied to me?"

    While the two were talking, there was a sudden slight vibration under their feet, followed by waves of low whistles that sounded like dragons but not dragons, faintly coming from the ground.

    Hearing this voice, Master Wang's eyes were so bright that he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha - finally the old emperor, the civil and military officials, and the little bald donkey are here, humph. I will make sure that you die without any hiding place."  "Master Wang said while waving his one sleeve. By the time he said the last words, his old face had already become ferocious and terrifying.

    The Best Young Master Chapter 217: The Second Text of the Moon Worship Ceremony

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