The next day, Bai Yuyue did not go to see Mei Siyu off.
When he reached the top of the capital city, he looked left and right, but the lady never appeared.
Indeed, he is no longer like that unknown boy back then, whose words and deeds can attract everyone to watch.
If it appears in such public view, I don’t know how angry Cang Xilin will be!
Mei Siyu, who was about to leave the city, was a little disappointed.
He knew that he was a little anxious yesterday, fearing that if he didn't confess earlier, Bai Yuyue would be snatched away by others.
Although she didn't nod yesterday, she didn't shake her head either. He thought it was her acquiescence.
It seems that things are not so easy.
The moment he turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a clear flute sound coming from a tall building not far away.
It's "Breaking Willows"!
A burst of joy rushed into his head, and Mei Siyu knew that this music was played for him after all. Bai Yuyue was really here!
Just come, it’ll be great, come here, it’ll be great!
Mei Siyu no longer had any worries, laughed twice, slapped his horse and ran out of Shangjing City.
In the distance, Bai Yuyueque held a white jade flute in his hand and breathed out.
The long-term drought plunged Shengguo into panic.
Opening granaries to release grain and punishing corrupt and indiscipline officials have indeed reduced the grievances of the people to a great extent.
However, the key lies in the sky.
Without rain, even the Tianhe River will dry up.
The cracked earth, the bottomed ditch, and the dry well.
Now it is no longer a question of whether seeds can be sown successfully, but a question of whether people can survive.
A drought that occurs once in a century has suddenly become a once-in-500-year drought.