"The old slave has said it several times. Mrs. Wang is staring at it personally. Madam, please feel free to go to bed."

Su Wan couldn't sleep, worried that the typhoon was really coming, but she was even more worried that Song Ziheng was born to be the only one who had Yun Danfengqing. Today, Daniu could say what he looked bad. How bad is his face?

Su Wan leaned against the head of the bed, took a book and flipped it around in her hand, but couldn't read it at all. Fortunately, Su Wan slept for half an hour in the evening, and was so excited that she didn't fall asleep. Instead, she waited until Song Ziheng came back.

Before Song Ziheng entered the house, he heard the conversation between him and Daniu.

"Master, the young man has asked someone to come and get hot water. Why don't you wait for the maid to get you clean clothes back to the house?"

"Madam is afraid that she has already fallen asleep, so I'll go in and get it myself."

The big bull has long been used to Song Ziheng's favorite to do it himself, so he said, "That little one can go to the kitchen first to see if you have food for the master."

"No, I have no appetite, I took a shower and went to bed."

Accompanied by Song Ziheng's deliberate voice, he gently pushed the door into the room, and there were also a pair of bright eyes as bright as stars in the room.

Song Ziheng was really surprised, and then a trace of worry flashed through: "It's already the hour, why haven't my wife fallen asleep yet?"

"Didn't my husband come back?" Su Wan asked back.

"I have something to do, why should I wait so late for me?" Song Ziheng walked to the bed, stroked Su Wan's forehead, then pulled the book out of her hand, still on the table next to her, and then held her shoulder and pressed it down, pulling the thin quilt up to cover her firmly, "Sleep quickly and be obedient."

"You should coax the good person." Su Wan couldn't help but laugh.

Song Ziheng's originally deep face couldn't help but curl his lips, "Liangchen is more worry-free than you sleeping, at least there is no need to coax people."

"I took a break in the evening. I'm not sleepy yet. But my husband is not going to wash and eat before going to bed?"

When Song Ziheng heard this, he patted her: "Madam, go to bed first, I'll come back soon." As he said that, he found a set of underwear and hurried out.

Less than a quarter of an hour, Song Ziheng came back with a refreshing look. Su Wan just yawned, her eyes were filled with mist, and she was indeed a little sleepy. Seeing this, Song Ziheng walked to the edge of the bed and took off her shoes and said, "Why should you support me? Just sleep when you are sleepy. Could it be that I can run away?"

"You are my husband, I can be afraid where you will go." Su Wan got up from the quilt, walked through Song Ziheng's waist with her hands, and put her whole body on his back, and said softly in a gentle tone: "I know my husband is a little unhappy today. Although she can't do anything for you, she can accompany you and share the joys and sorrows."

As he said that, Su Wan's cheek was pressed against Song Ziheng's cheek. Song Ziheng had just come in from outside the house. At night along the coast, the wind was a little cool, which made Song Ziheng's face look slightly cool, while Su Wan was in the warm room, her body was hot, and her cheek temperature was at least several degrees higher than Song Ziheng.

The comfortable touch made Song Ziheng sideways and stick to him tighter. Su Wan's voice continued: "My husband just let go and do what he wants, and I will always support you."

On the cool night, Song Ziheng felt a kind of hot warmth, and couldn't help but reach out and hug her, and nodded softly.

He was indeed frustrated, and was full of enthusiasm to do something for the people of Qiongzhou. As a result, he summoned people. He had just started to start and had not discussed countermeasures. He said in and out of the way that he didn't have to worry so much. Qiongzhou experienced big and small storms every year, and the people had already gained experience. How to avoid disasters will only be clearer than them. Besides, this is a natural disaster itself and cannot be stopped, and I didn't see previous magistrates making this a case.

Song Ziheng suddenly felt absurd. As the saying goes, he really cannot stop the disaster from coming. However, he is prepared in advance, minimize the losses caused by the disaster, and deploys the work so that the iron hurricane can relieve the disaster in time after the iron hurricane retreats. This is what the parents of one party can do for the people, right?

We can’t just stand by and watch and do nothing just because we can’t organize the arrival of the iron hurricane, and let the people die in the natural disasters!

Of course, Song Ziheng also understood what they meant. A fifth-rank local official with no foundation, even if he was given the title of No. 1 prize, he only asked all the officials in Qiongzhou to hold him, and the rest did not pay attention to it. In their eyes, his actions today were actually trying to take the opportunity to seize power and deter everyone.

It is precisely because of this that Song Ziheng felt even more disappointed. The people of Qiongzhou lived in dire straits. He was willing to change but could not do anything. Not to mention relief, no one could comply with the disaster prevention now.

As parents and officials, can they just take the salary of the court and enjoy the respect of the people, but they don’t care about their lives or death?

Holding Su Wan's hand tightly, Song Ziheng said in a deep voice: "I probably don't have time to spend these days with my wife."

"I know, my husband must remember one thing, no matter what, he must take good care of his health."
Chapter completed!