Concubine Hui's comfort failed to let go of Xia Baoer's worries.

Because, she could see that her father Xia Hongmo frowned.

Even Prime Minister Lu, who has always been a think tank, tightened his jaw and pondered without saying a word.

Drought is a tricky thing.

When Xia Baoer heard Yan Hao talk to Zi Yu, the palace maid next to the queen, he learned that this was a question that depends on God's mood.

Where will it not rain for half a year?

They were so obscure that they dared not mention it.

But Xia Baoer is very smart.

She realized that this might be detrimental to Daddy.

The summer vacation group I had originally expected was no longer as enthusiastic as before under the drought of sunshine.

Xia Hongmo took his concubines, women and ministers to stay in his Beidu Palace.

The palace was originally built on the river.

The corridor is well-connected and delicate, and you can see the shimmering waves on the river surface and even the sunset on the long river.

It is a stunning view.

However, the water level has long dropped due to the severe drought.

Leaning on the corridor, you can only see dry riverbeds.

And there is a cracking slant.

In the imperial study room of the palace, Xia Hongmo pressed his eyebrows and frowned without saying a word.

The ministers were quarreling.

Some say that water is transported from the south, but at the current dry speed, the ship will soon be unable to reach the Beidu Ferry.

Some suggest that all the people in Beidu be moved away. When will there be water and when will they come back?

But it was immediately opposed by Prime Minister Lu.

"If there are hundreds of thousands of people moving away from the people, just talk about how to resettle these people in the surrounding counties? This is not a long-term solution at all!"

Xia Hongmo pinched his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "The only way is to ask for rain."

The ministers fell into silence.

At this moment, Dequan's father-in-law reported to him: "The little national master is here!"

Xia Hongmo waved his sleeves and ordered the minister: "You retreat first."

The ministers bowed and came out one after another.

They all looked at the young master Gong Yufei, who had the rumors of heaven and man, walked in coldly.

Everyone knows that at this time, it’s up to him.

After Gong Yufei entered, the door was closed behind him.

Xia Hongmo asked a little tiredly: "What's the reason for it?"

Gong Yufei's eyebrows were very cold, but his tone was a little solemn.

"Someone cut down a lot of forests and changed Feng Shui to the east of Cangshan, Beidu."

"What?!" Xia Hongmo slapped the table and said, "Who dares to be so bold?!"

Gong Yufei explained lightly: "Every place has its own spiritual energy. If anyone moves Feng Shui, he must have found a Taoist priest and a talented person to see him.

They cut down trees and placed many wood and stones at the tributary positions of the river. The five elements were incompatible with water and fire, so they naturally stopped the flow and became drought."

Xia Hongmo was furious and gritted his teeth: "Who did this and what is the purpose!"

Gong Yufei closed his eyebrows: "I went to see it. They cut off the Feng Shui that originally raised some soil and water, and forced them to flow to their own ancestral tomb."

In his deep eyes, there was a coldness like ink.

"After I was there, I found that it was a ancestral tomb of a family named Dong. Your Majesty only needs to pass Ye Jitong over and tell me just by asking."

The person who puts such a big Feng Shui situation must be not an ordinary local family.

With a "bang", Xia Hongmo slapped the table.

"In order to benefit future generations, these crazy people have modified Feng Shui and caused this generation of people to live in poverty."
Chapter completed!