After receiving the holy decree to ask for rain, Yue Wenqing packed his luggage early in the morning and went to the Qingtian Temple to open the altar to pray for rain.

This time to pray for rain, the momentum is huge, and the Yue culture will ruin his reputation, so all kinds of propaganda, basically the people in more than a dozen counties in North Vietnam know about it, and they also rushed to Qingtian Temple early.

Qingtian Temple is located on the bank of the moat, the incense used to be prosperous, and then gradually no one was there, but now it is crowded with people.

Walking on the streets, the streets and alleys began to bet, of course, they were all betting that the Seven Princes would not ask for rain, and as for those who asked for rain, they were naturally those people, holding expectations, hoping to be able to ask the Seven Princes to really ask for nectar.

"This girl, are you also going to see the Seventh Prince praying for rain?"

Qiao Mai was stunned, these two fools really wanted to put her husband to death.

If you can't ask for rain this time, then it really responds to the rumors that he is a disaster star.

I wanted to fix her man, and I asked her if she agreed.

Qiao Mai fanned the wind, she was already too hot to speak, dizzy, thirsty.

"Little girl, I still have water here, you can drink some first!" An old man next to him wiped his sweat and handed the water in his hand to Qiao Mai.

"Thank you......" Qiao Mai picked up the water bag and took a few sips, finally feeling comfortable.

Qiao Mai understands that in this era of drought, water is very precious, and now the old man is willing to give her a drink, which shows that she is really simple and kind.

"Old man, good people have good rewards, I will repay you." Qiao Mai smiled as he spoke, and followed the old man towards the city.

The old man shook his head, "What do you want to repay, in this era of natural disasters where you can't eat enough, hey!" When is such a day a head! What did we do wrong in Beixian, God doesn't rain. ”

She can only say that God doesn't rain, and it really has nothing to do with God. In modern times, scientists will be able to tell you when it will rain, and it is only a matter of time before it is generally dry for so long, and it will naturally rain.

But if this continues, many people may really starve to death.

……

followed everyone Qiao Mai to the moat, at this time, there is not much water in the moat, and the people in the entire north are now living on this river, if they continue to do it, even the only water source of the moat will be cut off.

At this time, a high altar was built on the bluestone ground at the entrance of Qingtian Temple on the moat bank. The entire moat was surrounded by ordinary people, as well as the officers and soldiers stationed there, and from a distance, she saw Yue Wenqing standing on a high platform, and on the ground were a group of ordinary people kneeling and praying for rain.

No matter why, the Seven Princes came to pray for rain, and they naturally had to follow along, because they also wanted it to rain.

As soon as Qiao Mai arrived, he was pulled to his knees by the old man next to him.

The agitation was full of drums, a group of beautiful women began to dance, and the presiding officer of the Qingtian Temple on the high platform worshiped the heavens, leading a group of monks with yellow faces and thin muscles to kneel on the ground and chant the scriptures.

"The prayer for rain begins, the seventh prince asks ......" The host lit the incense and handed it to him respectfully.

Yue Wenqing took it with a dark face, he didn't believe that there were gods in the sky at all, but this was a holy decree, and he couldn't help but do it.

"This Wang Yue Wenqing, on behalf of all the people of Beiyue County, will sacrifice to the sky again, and ask God to have mercy on the people of Beiyue County to send down Ganlin, I am willing to live for 20 years and then ask for this."

Qiao Mai raised her eyes and swept over the crowd, looking at someone standing in the crowd with a sad heart, she sneered, I want my husband to dry fish without eating or drinking in the sun, hum ╯^╰!

Look at the old lady who doesn't clean you up.

Qiao Mai stood up and looked up at the man in black on the high platform. Step by step, he walked towards him.

He used to protect herself, but this time she hoped she could protect him.