"Why are you crying?" Zhong Sichao patted Mu Yiwen on the back: "We succeeded and the people in Beijing have been saved. You should be happy."
Mu Yiwen pouted and looked away a little: "I... I am happy. I think sister... must be very happy too."
His voice was weak, and the life on the shore suddenly stopped.
The heavy iron gate seemed to be pressing down on everyone's hearts from the bottom of the water. The iron gate was Mu Yishuang's young and vivid life!
Lin Chu was the first to speak: "Thank you for your hard work, please go ashore and have a rest."
When everyone returned to the shore, someone came over with hot water and cloth towels. It was the person who had just been helping Duanmuyan.
Lin Chu thanked him and looked at the people in front of him without any trace: "You are..."
"They are the real river workers of Huishan River." Duanmuyan said quickly: "Chang Xing's group captured them, then pretended to be them and have been guarding the river mouth for five days."
Lin Chu raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"
"This girl is right." A thin old man said: "The old man's surname is Weng, and he has been guarding this mountain for most of his life. Everyone calls me Old Man Weng."
He sighed slowly.
"The group of people suddenly arrived five days ago and said that they were officials sent by the Shui Si Yamen in the capital to inspect the river. The old man did not dare to offend, so he took them to the gate."
"Unexpectedly, at night, they knocked out several of us, but did not kill us. They just hid us in the cracked wall of the ruined temple. After that, you came."
Lin Chu nodded: "Thank you dad for your help. After we leave, I have to ask you to take care of this sluice."
"What did you say? This is the old man's responsibility."
"You have interacted with those people, but have you figured out where they came from?" The situation was critical just now. Chang Xing and others were all killed, and it was impossible to find any survivors.
"They spoke with a capital accent. They only said that they were ordered to patrol by superiors. The tokens they held in their hands were from the Shui Si Yamen. Who would have thought that they were fake."
Lin Chulue pondered for a while, the token of Shui Si Yamen may not be fake.
This water outlet is not marked on the river distribution map. If it weren't for Yao Xianxian's rich experience, probably no one would have discovered it.
Those people captured the real waterworker but did not harm him. They just planned to have a natural scapegoat after they escaped unscathed in the future.
They know the procedures of Shui Si Yamen very well.
Maybe... he is the one in this way!
"Thank you for telling me, dad." Lin Chu stood up slowly and looked at his companions: "It's over here. Let's hurry back to Lingshui Embankment."
"Wait a minute." Mu Yiwen stood up, his eyes no longer as bright as before, and there was only a dead silence: "I want to... take the eldest sister with me."
Everyone pursed their lips, and Shi Feifei sighed: "She is still in the ruined temple. The princess and I have helped her tidy up, and now she... must be the most beautiful!"
Mu Yiwen took a breath and said with a trembling voice: "Thank you."
His steps were as heavy as lead, and he walked across a small space, as if he had walked in a different world.
The temple was in disrepair and had long lost its gate. As soon as Mu Yiwen stepped into the temple, he saw Mu Yishuang lying in the middle of the main hall.
The wound on her lower abdomen had been treated, and it didn't look hideous. The bright red stain on her clothes looked like a gorgeous flower.
Duanmuyan and Shi Feifei helped Mu Yishuang comb her hair again, looking as peaceful as if she was sleeping.
Mu Yiwen took a breath and suddenly felt his heart was empty, as if he had lost his soul.