Chapter 186 The storm is coming

   Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan arrived under the high platform.

   Hearing Li Chaowen crying loudly there, he lost the slightest demeanor of a cultivator.

  Fang Jifan rolled his eyes, went up and kicked him, stared at him with a pair of clear eyes, and reprimanded very angrily.

   "Whether you are promising or not, fortunately you are also my nephew, so it\'s embarrassing."

  Li Chaowen stopped crying immediately, and couldn\'t help taking a deep breath, as if he knew that at this point today, both left and right were dead.

  He was sobbing, and looked up at the sky, only to see that the sun was still hot and very poisonous.

  How can there be rain in such a day!

  I am afraid that I will die...

  Li Chaowen got up in a daze again, but at this moment he seemed to understand that he could only fight.

  Finally under Fang Jifan\'s signal, a guard at the back untied him, and the eunuchs hurriedly changed him into Taoist clothing and a mahogany sword.

   On the contrary, the kind-hearted guard patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don\'t be afraid, the gods will bless you..."

   Li Chaowen glanced at the guard gratefully.

  Fang Jifan’s ears were sharp, and he couldn’t help being irritable. His Royal Highness’s organizational skills are not good.

  The imperial guard had no choice but to say with a bitter face: "Humble Xiao Jingteng."

  Fang Jifan was happy: "This name is good, good luck, Xiao Jingteng, I admire you very much, come here, tie him up, hang him under the altar, pray for no rain, and burn him to sacrifice to heaven."

   "Ah..." Xiao Jingteng almost fainted when he heard it, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "I have an eighty-year-old mother, and I have..."

  Fang Jifan was angry, and gave the order with a cold face: "Hang up!"

  Everyone around them gasped.

  Fang Jifan folded his hands and remained silent, showing no mercy.

   But deep down, Fang Jifan knew that it was necessary for him to do this!

This is an insurance that Fang Jifan thought of. Xiao Jingteng is the military officer of the imperial guard, and if he really can\'t ask for rain, His Royal Highness is furious. He must really burn Li Chaowen, but a military officer of the imperial guard is also hanging on the high platform, which is different , the guards who got the order at that time will definitely try their best to intercede.

   It’s impossible to really burn people because they can’t get rain.

  Fang Jifan is still very professional. Who taught us that Fang Jifan will always stand on the side of justice and never bully the weak?

  Xiao Jingteng burst into tears and shouted for mercy, but had no choice but to be hung up by Pao Ze with a distressed face.

  Fang Jifan pouted at Li Chaowen and reminded him with a smile.

   "Nephew, hurry up and get on stage, it\'s getting late, believe in uncle, you will definitely get the rain!"

  Fang Jifan remembered that the recording time of this rain was at noon, but he didn\'t know when it was noon.

  At this moment, Li Chaowen didn\'t cry anymore, but he couldn\'t see any expression on his face. He started to step on the stage with his head drooping, and he stumbled onto the high platform. After that, his eyes were straightened, and he almost fainted.

  The wind on the high platform was so strong that it bulged his Taoist robe. He was so scared that he peed because he was afraid of heights.

  Looking down, one can see crowds of people moving down below. From a distance, beyond the high wall of the Eastern Palace, there are also countless streams of people.

  Li Chaowen\'s face was sallow, his hips trembled, and then he began to cry loudly.

  The high platform is high, because it is too high, and the wind is strong above, so the people below can\'t hear the crying and howling clearly, and they think they are chanting scriptures.

  Fang Jifan held his neck high, and said to Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness, look at my nephew, don\'t you look like a living god?"

  Zhu Houzhao aimed at the sky, staring at the clear sky, and said worriedly: "It still doesn\'t look like it will rain."

   "Be confident." Fang Jifan pretended to hold the wisdom pearl, uh...in fact, he felt guilty.

   The drought of more than two months has already made people impetuous.

  It’s okay inside the city, but the farmers outside the city have already had no harvest, and they are worried about how they will survive the New Year’s Eve hungry at the end of the year.

  Looking at the cracked land, it is not uncommon for hundreds of people to fight for a water source sometimes, and it is not uncommon for seven or eight young and strong to die at a time.

  People are like this. Once they are desperate, they naturally feel that the court and the government are to blame.

  Outside the Eastern Palace, many people just watched this scene of tricks with a mocking attitude.

  The rumors are still spreading wildly in the mouths of countless people: "The emperor lost his morality, His Royal Highness, the absurd nonsense, if God really took pity on him, why did it take two months without a drop of rain."

   "The country is about to perish, and there must be evildoers."

  …

  Fang Jifan\'s five disciples also rushed over early. They could not enter the East Palace, but they were in the streets and alleys far away, looking at the majestic high platform in the courtyard wall of the East Palace.

  The person on the high platform, of course, cannot be seen clearly, it is just a black spot.

  At this time, Tang Yin and the others were hearing countless gossip and gossip, and each of them felt extremely uncomfortable.

   If you can\'t ask for rain, how will the people of the world think of the prince?

  They stood still, motionless, with stiff expressions on their faces and deep frowns.

  But at this moment, unexpectedly, there was an extra person beside him.

  Wang Shouren lost a lot of weight. He heard the movement and came too. When he saw Ouyang Zhi and the other five, he unconsciously stood with them.

  In this noisy environment, Tang Yin, who spotted Wang Shouren, nodded at him, and Wang Shouren forced a smile at him.

  They don\'t believe in gods and ghosts, and naturally they don\'t believe in the so-called praying for rain.

  They came here, each with a heavy heart.

  …

  I saw Li Chaowen writing the \'Fa\' on the high platform.

  It is noon.

  The sun was still hot, and he was already sweating profusely. At this time, the tears had dried up, and even the sweat seemed to have evaporated completely.

  Li Chaowen only felt weak and had a feeling of collapse.

  Fang Jifan in the audience waited nervously.

  Zhu Houzhao seemed particularly anxious. He rubbed his hands, looking anxious.

  Yang Tinghe and Wang Hua in the distance glared towards this side, wishing they could tear Fang Jifan apart and swallow him alive.

  Fang Jifan saw that it was almost time, and suddenly tucked up Zhu Houzhao\'s sleeves.

   "What are you doing?" Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan in astonishment.

  Fang Jifan whispered: "Your Highness should cry."

   "Why are you crying?" Zhu Houzhao was stunned, with a puzzled look on his clear face.

  Fang Jifan bared his teeth, and slowly said to Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness loves the people like a son. Now the sun is scorching hot, and God refuses to rain. As a prince, His Highness loves the common people, shouldn\'t you cry?"

   "But I can\'t cry." Zhu Houzhao thought it was reasonable, and he should cry to show his love for the people.

   But this is crying, not as simple as drinking water!

  Fang Jifan has convinced him, how about his acting skills in front of your father?

  Obviously, the essence of praying for rain this time is not to express Li Chaowen, but the real one to express is His Royal Highness.

  There are so many rumors and gossips in the outside world, and the malicious slander against the court is all for the emperor and the prince. The ancients did not focus on the track, which is called idealism.

  What do you mean, if you pray for rain, others will think you are absurd.

   But if you say that you don\'t believe in these gods and ghosts, but love the people and pray for rain here... that\'s another matter. This is loving the people like a child, and a model of morality.

  My brother, if you don’t give Zhu Houzhao a chance to perform, then let someone else perform.

   The credit for praying for rain cannot be taken away by Li Chaowen, nor by Fang Jifan. Only His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can take away.

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao very seriously: "Then think about it, Your Majesty, what if His Majesty is here at this time? If the rain doesn\'t come, what will happen to His Majesty? Your Majesty, think about it. On weekdays, His Majesty treats you like a child." Look at it, think about it, His Highness also has great ambitions in his heart, and there is still hope that one day he can impress others, Your Highness, I have already prepared for His Highness."

   As he spoke, a note was quietly stuffed in Zhu Houzhao\'s palm.

  Zhu Houzhao felt the warmth of the note. Obviously, Fang Jifan had prepared this note, and kept it in his hand.

   "Old Fang..." Zhu Houzhao\'s eyes were a little red: "You still understand me."

  He quickly took advantage of Fang Jifan\'s body to cover it, and took a look at the note. The content inside was very simple. Obviously, Fang Jifan was scruples to the extent that he was not very advanced in education.

  Then, Zhu Houzhao stuffed the note into his mouth, and his eyes were red again.

  He started pounding his chest and growling, "My God!"

  No one could see what Li Chaowen did on the high platform.

   But this oh my god, it attracted everyone\'s attention.

  Yang Tinghe, Wang Hua, and countless officials of Zhan Shifu all watched the scene in front of them in unison.

  The tears of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince have flowed majesticly.

  He was born with the potential to be nominated for the Academy Awards.

  Continue to beat his chest, his chest is pounding loudly.

   "Don\'t stop me!"

   He roared.

  Fang Jifan hugged Zhu Houzhao without any hesitation, and said heartbreakingly, "Your Highness, don\'t be impulsive."

Zhu Houzhao\'s tearful eyes were already blurred, and he shouted hysterically: "The heavens are cruel and treat everything as a straw dog. Now for more than two months, there is no harvest. The disaster is so serious. As the prince, I can\'t share my father\'s worries." Excuse me, I can’t show compassion to the people, I can’t pray for rain today, my palace...it’s okay to die, Fang Jifan, don’t stop me, I’m going to die...die...die..."

   This dead word dragged on for five syllables, and the ending sounded lingering, and it refused to break up for a long time.

   "Your Highness..." Fang Jifan hugged Zhu Houzhao tightly: "Your Highness, don\'t be impulsive, don\'t be impulsive, just say what you have to say!"

  Zhu Houzhao was like a wild bull, and Fang Jifan almost broke away from him several times. But if you really want to break free, then it\'s a mess, can Zhu Houzhao wait for Fang Jifan, let Fang Jifan hug him again, and then continue to seek death?

  Fang Jifan also hugged Zhu Houzhao tightly with great strength, but couldn\'t help cursing silently in his heart: "This is too serious!"

  (end of this chapter)