C552 Rain

Hua Rong observed carefully, only to see that the walls of the white seed was sturdy, and difficult to defend against, especially the square platform, which was simply like a large fortress, able to defend. Suddenly realizing, Jin Wushu had once said that "all the people in the world have virtue and power", perhaps it was not a simple joke. Compared to the combined attack of the yellow-haired boy, he had been riding on his horse for half his life and had taken down half of the mountain. This thought was most likely not something that was out of his expectation.

Jin Wushu stopped and said: "Hua Rong, all of you go to the viewing platform first, I will go to change into my ceremonial clothes."

"Don't worry about me, go busy yourself."

However, Lu Wenlong pulled his hand excitedly: "Abba, am I going with you?"

He glanced at Hua Rong, who did not comment, only then did he happily say: "You are my son, of course you have to go and pray together, let Old Dragon King bless our white seed s and our citizens with peace and quiet."

A platform had already been set up to pray for rain on the square.

The tall Old Dragon King was placed in the center of the room. Beneath them, there were five colored silk threads, five colored livestock, five colored fragrant fruits, and five children. Initially, according to the Jinguo's barbaric method of praying for rain, it was meant to be a real boy and girl, but after these few years of gradually becoming Han, Jin Wushu ordered to cancel this terrifying habit and replace it with a paper man.

Hua Rong did not go to the viewing platform, but stood in the crowd and listened to the people's whispers.

"In the past, you used to use real people to kill the Old Dragon King as sacrifices. Fortunately, the Fourth Prince gave the order to abolish …"

"That's not necessarily true. Perhaps he just didn't use the real person. Only then will Prince Long be so angry that it won't rain anymore …"

Hua Rong could not help but say indifferently, "The Dragon King would not have such a kind heart. He is an immortal, how could he treat his people so cruelly?"

No one knew who she was, but one of them quickly said, "Right, right, using a real person. If we were to use your son and daughter, would you be willing?"

"…"

Just as they were arguing, they suddenly heard the sharp and deep voice of the Great Sacrificial Master, that kind of terrifying voice that sounded like a person who had just killed a chicken: "Fourth Prince, may the sacrificial ceremony begin …"

Everyone immediately quieted down. On the left side of the stage, two rows of guards of honor were fanning themselves with rain clouds. In the middle, two people wearing large robes slowly walked out. The leader was naturally Jin Wushu, he wore a tall crown, and the robe he wore was a modified black and white with a huge eight trigrams pattern in the middle. Allegedly, in the later stages of the Three Kingdoms, this Eight Tribes pattern had already been spread around the various tribes. However, Hua Rong did not expect that the witch uniform they were wearing when offering sacrifices would actually be the Eight Tribes Robe. Jin Wushu held a precious bottle in his hands, looked at each other, and concentrated his gaze; his expression was solemn yet serious. Behind him, Lu Wenlong also had the same serious expression, looking exactly like a young adult, with one look, he also held a similar jade bottle. It was said that the bottle contained the Water Source that Magi had prayed for. The bottle was meant to be used as a sacrifice to the Dragon King, to be sprinkled on the earth. This way, dark clouds would surge, summoning the Rain Deity and obtaining precious rainwater.

After knowing Jin Wushu for so many years, his impression of him, other than the enemies on the battlefield, his sometimes fickle affectation, his superb playing with power and his conspiracy tactics, in a word, other than the war criminals and the dark politicians, Hua Rong's impression of him, was completely focused on the battle for his wife and concubine. Ye Lvguanyin, Xiao Wei, Xiao Wei … There were all kinds of women. They were amorous and unfaithful.

It was the first time she had left these impressions and taken him in a fair light — to judge a man, except for his power, except for his private life (it was simple, as long as he wasn't your husband, even if he married ten thousand women, what did it have to do with you?), and above all, his character, especially the ruler, depended on his reputation in the eyes of the people, and how much he did for his people.

It turned out that Jin Wushu had a completely different appearance in the white seed, and was a true hero. He exhorted people to clear the wastelands, opened up warehouses for relief, and personally prayed for rain. Even the small scale riots caused by the drought and hunger subsided quickly because he had obtained food and news of the arrival of the Fourth Prince.

The Great Sacrificer's voice was still flat, like a chicken with its neck strangled, "The sacrificial ceremony begins... Dragon King's Prayer Rain … "Woosh, woosh, woosh …" After he chanted a string of strange incantations, Jin Wushu walked to the statue of the Dragon King, knelt on the praying mat, raised the precious bottle above his head and kowtowed nine times towards the Dragon King. After saluting, he turned around and stood up, and then, Lu Wenlong followed suit and bowed, and with that, he walked to his father's side and stood together with him. Both father and son held up the bottle, and ascended to the highest point of the square platform, and opened the green bottle, going down, and poured the water inside the bottle down. After a light mist of rain, a plant shaped like a wild lingzhi was inserted into the bottle and placed next to the Dragon King on the high platform.

Then, the Great Guardian brandished a treasured sword and chanted an incantation. He faced the east and west and slashed six to thirty-six times, implying that he was chasing away all the demons and ghosts that had blocked the Rain Deity.

The guard of honor on the stage began to sing, and then they began to dance and dance, just like the barbarians from the beginning.

Hua Rong had been reading Wang Chong's "On the Balance" early, so she didn't really believe in the words of the gods and ghosts. There is no dragon king in the world, how can I control whether it rains or not? The so-called rainstorm was just to pacify the people.

At this moment, the setting sun was blood-red and the sky was about to turn dark. It was impossible to find any signs of rain.

The commoners, however, did not care about this. They discussed about how, once the rain was over, they would happily return home, as if a heavy rain was about to fall from the sky.

Jin Wushu was still dressed in his big robes. In the middle of summer, he was still wearing that robe, and he was sweating profusely, but he did not immediately take it off. Looking around, he saw Hua Rong walking over from the crowd.

"Hua Rong, why don't you go watch from the sides?"

Before Hua Rong could answer, Lu Wenlong also ran over and flapped his sleeves non-stop. "Mom, it's so hot, I'm so thirsty …"

"Alright, alright, alright. We'll go and drink some water right away. Son, we are truly at home now, "Jin Wushu said happily." Son, this is our true home. Here, you are the little king, what do you want to do … "Alright, we'll head back immediately. There's something good waiting for you …"

Lu Wenlong could not wait any longer, he grabbed Hua Rong's hand and left.

Beneath white seed was a huge palace. They were all made of white marble and marble, and upon stepping on it, he immediately felt a chill that was in stark contrast to the scorching heat outside.

Other than that, it was not luxurious, and could even be considered simple. Compared to the luxury of Fourth Prince's and Yanjing's mansions, it was as different as the sky and the earth.

Jin Wushu saw the surprise on Hua Rong's face, and as if she knew what she was thinking, he smiled: "Yanjing and Shang Jing are other people's territory, of course I can be as luxurious as I can, but, white seed is my personal territory, so, I only want to accumulate wealth and not waste people's money …"

As expected, this was what Fourth Prince was thinking. He was extremely ambitious.

However, Lu Wenlong did not care about all this. He walked forward excitedly, and in the open area, there were some dense and thick ancient cypresses, circling thick and thick, not affected in the slightest by the drought for the past two months. At this time, the last bit of morning sunlight had already dispersed. Lu Wenlong impatiently picked up the sour plum soup handed over by a servant. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard a rumbling sound.

Even Hua Rong was shocked. The sky was dark and dense with dark clouds, and beads of rain the size of beans fell down, very quickly, the rain turned into a torrential downpour.

Lu Wenlong shouted as he reached out his hand, and large drops of rain splattered onto his palm, "Hahahaha, it's really raining! Abba, it's really raining! Mommy, it's because of my prayers for the rain... Old Dragon King heard my prayers and my prayers … "

Hua Rong was dumbstruck. After a while, she heaved a sigh of relief. It really was raining.

Jin Wushu also jumped up like Lu Wenlong, and even the crown on his head almost fell off, "It's really raining, it's really raining … Thank you, Old Dragon King … "

The guards, servants, and local officials who had followed them had all given up on their work. They were cheering and jumping for the rain that was going to save them. This battle was even more joyous than the one they had just won.

The power of nature was always impressive.

Jin Wushu also extended his hand out like Lu Wenlong, and even though the Eight Trigrams Robe was drenched with rain, he did not seem to be affected by it in the slightest, and joyfully said: "Hua Rong, did you see that? It's raining, it's really raining... "The heavens truly bless this crown prince …"

This guy's luck is too good.

Hua Rong could not help but be convinced, no wonder he was powerful on the battlefield, her way to the imperial court was smooth sailing, other than scheming, was there not a trace of luck? The so called time and order, really made one feel unconvinced.

Did this mean that for a person like him, there was nothing he could do that would harm him?

Her heart was in turmoil, filled with endless hope. As long as he was willing to help her and kill Qin Gui, then the choice of "0 or 1" would no longer exist.

The feast was set up, all the windows were open, and no one minded the rain. Participating in the Fourth Prince's banquet was an unparalleled honor, the local officials would introduce the various matters of the white seed to him while eating and drinking. Jin Wushu listened intently, from time to time he would look at the curtain of rain that covered the sky and covered the earth. His state of mind was unprecedented, even the internal injuries that he was hiding in seemed to have suddenly healed, it could be said that he was delighted. Lu Wenlong sat right next to him. This was the first time he was so carefully introduced to his subjects by his father. He listened attentively. Occasionally, Jin Wushu would hear a few reports and ask for his opinion to encourage him. As a result, the local officials understood that this little prince wanted to inherit everything from the Fourth Prince.

When Hua Rong was alone in the room, the few female servants she served were far less beautiful than the Shang Jing's Kikuji. The food was not comparable to the food in Yanjing's palace, but it was still considered exquisite. She ordered the maids to leave, but she was in no hurry to eat. She only drank a bowl of sour plum soup and pushed open the window, watching the heavy rain outside.