From that day on, Leng Yun was on strict guard against Ning Zhiyuan.
Unless necessary, Ning Zhiyuan was not allowed to get close to Ming Wuyou.
If she had to get close to him for something, she would stop Ning Zhiyuan five steps away from Ming Wuyou and keep the distance within earshot.
Ming Wuyou was busy drawing and was completely unaware of this matter.
Caiyue noticed it, and when no one was around, she took Leng Yun to a corner and whispered, "Why are you targeting Mr. Ning like that?"
"No." Leng Yun's voice was firm, "I am here to protect the safety of the princess."
"He is focused on building embankments, what danger can he cause to young lady?" Caiyue looked at her ambiguously, and said with a smile: "Sister Leng Yun, don't you have a crush on him?"
"What do I see in him?" Leng Yun looked at Caiyue with a completely weird look, "He is a dull and stupid soft-footed shrimp. I might as well fall in love with him--"
Leng Yun's words stopped abruptly.
The soft-footed shrimp she was talking about was standing not far away at this moment, because she and Caiyue were stunned at the words.
Ning Zhiyuan's handsome face turned red, his expression was extremely stiff, and he said sarcastically: "Hug, I'm sorry..."
Leng Yun was also embarrassed.
No matter what, you shouldn’t say nasty things to people, and now you’re being hit in the face!
But thinking about how this brat dared to look at Ming Wuyou with that look - he was clearly coveting the princess.
The princess belongs to His Highness, how could he be coveted by this guy?!
Leng Yun felt that he deserved to be scolded by him.
Leng Yun said expressionlessly: "It doesn't matter, what are you here for?"
Ning Zhiyuan originally saw Leng Yun's fierce face and subconsciously said "Sorry", but Leng Yun also said "It's okay" confidently, as if he had really done something wrong.
Ning Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment. He actually forgot what he was here for and turned around and left.
After walking far away, he came to his senses. He asked Ming Wuyou to talk about the matter. Then he came back and said with a stiff expression: "I want to see the princess, can you..."
"Okay." Leng Yun said sternly, "Come in."
Ning Zhiyuan took a deep breath and went in.
…
On the day when Ming Wuyou's drawings were completed, Yun Zimo finally arrived belatedly.
When he saw the misery of the refugees here, Yun Zimo's eyebrows never relaxed.
But he was not a disaster relief official, and he knew that the disaster relief personnel were personally selected by Murong Yu.
Therefore, Yun Zimo just felt that the refugees were really miserable and miserable, but he didn't think much about it.
On the table were water conservancy project drawings that Yun Zimo couldn't understand at all.
Surrounded by officials from the Ministry of Industry who came with him, there was also a young and childish young man.
Everyone is praising Ming Wuyou's drawings for how timeless they are. If such a water conservancy project is really built, the blessings will surely last for hundreds of years.
Ming Wuyou has been indifferent to favor and disgrace for many lifetimes.
Instead of getting carried away by these complimentary words, he just smiled and said: "It's still early to say that the blessings will continue. This project is huge and it is not easy to repair."
Several people nodded: "Yes, such a large project is possible in a few years at least, or more than ten years at most."
This engineering drawing is only the first step, there are many things to do later.
Everyone discussed some details before retreating.
Ming Wuyou carefully put the pictures away, and while accepting a cup of tea from Caiyue, he asked: "How is your recovery? Can I take your pulse?"
"..." Yun Zimo said sarcastically: "I'm fine."
"Really?" Ming Wuyou glanced up at him distractedly, and seeing that he was indeed in good spirits, he nodded, "That's good."
"Then get ready. We will set off back to Beijing in three days."
Yun Zimo was stunned: "Go back so soon?!"
"Of course." Ming Wuyou looked at him: "Building water conservancy requires money and craftsmen, and we can't start the work even if we stay here."
The money and food allocated previously were for disaster relief.
Disaster relief and water conservancy are not the same thing, we have to go back and solve them.
"Then, then..." Yun Zimo opened his mouth, "We don't care about the things here?"
Ming Wuyou said: "Master Ning manages things very well."
Yesterday, Shen Qingci came to report that Ning Lu had secretly asked people to build new houses to the north of Jiangbei City to settle the people.
Looking at the progress, the refugees here can be transferred before winter.
The doctors and medicinal materials from Baishantang have also arrived.
As for the dykes - now that the flood season is over, the dykes will be strengthened and they will definitely survive the winter.
Everything went smoothly and was under control.
It's useless for Ming Wuyou to stay here.
Looking at Yun Zimo's stunned expression, Ming Wuyou asked, "Don't you want to leave? If you want to stay here, that's fine. Just go back to Beijing when you want to."
Yun Zimo: "..."
Ming Wuyou walked outside.
Yun Zimo quickly caught up, "I didn't want to leave, I just didn't expect..."
He finally recovered his health and hurried down to Jiangbei Dam, thinking of taking good care of Ming Wuyou.
The result is good, Ming Wuyou has finished everything and will return to Beijing soon!
So what did he do on this trip?
There comes a loneliness.
This shows how incompetent he is.
…
Although it is already autumn here in Jiangbei, the midday sun is still very strong.
Therefore, after Ming Wuyou left the tent, Shen Qingci held an oil-paper umbrella over Ming Wuyou's head and followed Ming Wuyou half a step behind.
Yun Zimo glanced at Shen Qingci with a cold face, looking very bad.
Because he also went to get an oil-paper umbrella just now.
But Shen Qingci beat him to it, and he lost everything.
He really wanted to do something for Ming Wuyou.
At this moment, my mind suddenly started to spin. Seeing how Shen Qingci didn't like it, I raised my hand like a claw to grab the umbrella in Shen Qingci's hand.
Shen Qingci responded with his other hand expressionlessly, blocking him.
Yun Zimo couldn't catch it, and he got a little angry. He used all kinds of moves in his hand, and even exchanged moves with Shen Qingci.
But the umbrella was held firmly on Ming Wuyou's head.
As Ming Wuyou walked, he heard the loud sound of clothes breaking in the wind behind him, so he turned around to look.
Shen Qingci reacted quickly and took his hands back, holding them behind his back. Ming Wuyou didn't see them.
Before Yun Zimo could retract his hand in time, he had already grabbed the handle of the umbrella.
Ming Wuyou looked at Yun Zimo suspiciously: "You... feel hot and want to hold an umbrella?"
Yun Zimo: "..."
Ming Wuyou turned to Shen Qingci: "Manager Shen, give him the umbrella, I won't hold it up anymore."
After saying that, she walked forward quickly and entered the shed not far away.
Shen Qingci remained expressionless. After putting away the umbrella, he handed it to Yun Zimo: "Fourth Young Master, put it away."
Yun Zimo glared at Shen Qingci angrily, flicked his sleeves, and followed Ming Wuyou into the shed.
There were all doctors transferred from Baishan Hall.
At this time, Ming Wuyou was checking whether the medicinal materials were enough and whether the prescription was appropriate.
He didn't understand any of this, so he could only stand aside.
He suddenly felt that he was actually quite useless. He couldn't do anything, and he couldn't even protect people.
Ming Wuyou didn't seem to need him at all. This chapter has been completed!