The so-called round pond has long since dried up, the bottom of the pond is littered with rocks, and the aquatic weeds have turned into withered early.

He changed into green clothes, sat on the altar, and chanted in a low voice, and the scorching sun was unobstructed.

Tong Fu has never seen praying for rain, only heard people say, praying for rain is a routine sacrifice in Mengxia in April, and it was called the Pheasant Ritual in ancient times. If it is done because of the uncertain drought, it is called a big goose. If the drought is shallow, the disaster will be small, and if the drought is long, the disaster will be severe. The small shrine is prayed for, and even the emperor is prayed.

The big pheasant prays, the rules and rituals, and the magnificence is majestic. But in front of her, the dry pond stone altar, the prince sitting cross-legged under the big sun, really made her a little puzzled. Don't say that under the sun, it is in the shade of the trees, and after a while, it is sweating profusely......

"Zhan Nushi, don't go." Bao Miaozhi behind him sounded really weak, "Your Highness used to pray for rain, avoid the main hall and live in a secluded room, eat less food, and meditate on yourself to blame yourself.

This drought is difficult to alleviate, and His Royal Highness is uneasy in his heart, and he does not hesitate to die in the court......"

Zhan Ru's gaze was only on that person's green shirt, "In the Spring and Autumn Period, Jiang Qi was in great drought, and Qi Jinggong was exposed for three days.

Later Han filial piety to the emperor, open sit in the east compartment of the Deyang store to ask for rain.

Earlier, when Shang Tang was in a great drought for seven years, Tang Nai made people accumulate wages, cut their hair and clean themselves, lived on firewood, and set themselves on fire to worship the sky. The fire will burn, and it will rain heavily.

His Royal Highness's thoughts, I think that Bao Neiguan is very clear. ”

"Naturally, it's just that His Royal Highness specially instructed him to sit and chant alone, and others should not come forward."

Zhan Ru soaked the brocade in the copper basin in his hand, twisted it slightly, and walked towards the stone altar, "If Bao Neiguan feels that he is a bystander, just take shelter under the shade of the tree. ”

His green shirt was already soaked, beads of sweat kept falling, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, he felt the coolness brushing his forehead and temples, and he didn't move a bit.

Zhan Ru took the Jinpa and did not leave, but took another futon behind him and knelt upright, praying with all his heart.

Tong Fu's heart was cold, this girl seems to be out of the way, but this body can withstand such a toss?

For six whole days the prince sat on the altar and did not eat anything but water and porridge. The villagers gathered around the altar to pray together. What Tong Fu didn't expect was that Zhan Nushi knelt down to pray for blessings these days, and she didn't look tired, which really surprised her.

In the afternoon of the seventh day, the sun receded, and the clouds gathered, and the sky was finally gloomy. But until nightfall, there was still no sign of rain.

Suddenly the world was spinning in front of him, Tong Fu knew that something was wrong, this Zhan Nushi had been holding on for these days, and she couldn't stand it anymore. It was dark in front of me, and I felt that someone was holding me up, and someone was calling Ah Zhan in my ear. Tong Fu felt a little strange, since Zhan Ru had collapsed due to physical exhaustion, how could he still feel the situation around him?

Someone's palm touched his forehead, a slight coolness, but it was extremely comfortable, and she couldn't help but make up for the coolness again.

"Ah Zhan, it's me." She knew that voice, it was Xiao Tong.

When she opened her eyes, his face was right in front of her, and although she had been looking at it for so long every day, it seemed like she had seen it for the first time.

"This stubbornness, but it won't change." He helped her to her feet, "The old sickness of headaches is happening again?" ”

"It's not ......" came out, and Tong Fu sweated in shock. Why did you think about it from Zhanru's mouth?

He slowed down, "Where is the discomfort?" ”

"I'm hungry ......" Tong Fu tried to say half a sentence before repenting, Zhan Ru had never said such a thing.

He was slightly stunned, and quickly smiled, "Okay." ”

As soon as he looked up, Bao Miaozhi led the female doctor back and helped her to leave, Tongfu breathed a sigh of relief, and if she continued, she was afraid that she would be killed as a demon...... But what does he mean by a good word?

Not long after returning to the house, the meal was delivered, although it was grain porridge and wild vegetables, but it was fragrant. Tong Fu saw that the person who came retreated, and ate the bowl with it. If Zhan can bear it, he can't bear it.

When he stepped into the house, she was drinking porridge, the porridge bowl almost hit her face, and the dishes on the table had already been eaten. She heard the movement and slowly moved the bowl away from her face, froze there.

Xiao Tong sat down in front of the case, put the case in a mess, and looked at it again, "I didn't know that you were hungry like this." ”

Tong Fu put the bowl down, covered his hands under the desk, and secretly wiped it on the hem of his skirt, "I...... Usually not so hungry, this dish is a little chic......" Fortunately, the voice is still Zhanru, but I don't know if the look on this face is still not hers, thinking of this, she began to regret that she ate too quickly, and now it is very uncomfortable to hold on.

"I've wronged you." The corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, and Tong Fu looked a little stunned, and he looked a little weird today.

"No, no, no, no grievances, your ...... His Royal Highness is tired after reciting the sutra for seven days, and His Royal Highness can use it for dinner......" Speaking of this, Tong Fu only felt that his back was cold and his eyes were white, and he stood up with a hula, "This ...... This meal is for His Highness and me......"

He reached out and took the remaining bowl of white porridge from the side, and began to eat it slowly and methodically, and then said, "Well, I just wanted to use some white porridge, so it's okay." ”

Seeing that he finished eating, Tong Fu took a handkerchief to wipe his hands clean for him, poured tea and fanned again. During the bumps, it was quite embarrassing, and she sighed in her heart that this Zhan Ru was as stable as everything was steady, which was really not easy.

After a round of busy work, he didn't have the intention of leaving, and he was distracted with a tea cup in front of the case, and Tong Fu was a little at a loss.

It must be impossible to persuade him to leave, and it is even more inappropriate to leave him in his own room, how did Ping Suzhan do it? Where did this girl's spirit go? If you don't come back, I'm afraid that both of you will suffer......

"Your Highness!" Bao Miaozhi hurriedly entered, gasping for breath, but Tong Fu was greatly relieved.

Bao Miaozhi steadied himself before presenting the letterhead in his hand, "General Qingche he...... He has defected to the Northern Wei Dynasty. This is a poem left by the people in the house in the fire cage of the General's Mansion......"

Xiao Tong didn't answer, stared at the letter and was silent for a long time before he spoke, as if he was muttering to himself, "General Qingche, Huangmen Shilang, son of King Jinghui of Linchuan, Xiao Zhengde." ”

Bao Miaozhi's hand, along with the letterhead, trembled, "Exactly...... After he arrived in the Northern Wei Dynasty, he claimed to be the deposed prince. The Northern Wei Dynasty did not accept courtesy, he actually killed the captive children, claimed to be his son, and buried them in the Northern Wei Dynasty with his own hands...... In order to win the trust of the Northern Wei Dynasty......"

Xiao Tong stretched out his hand and took the trembling letterhead, and read it out loud: "The Zhengan is bent to the end, the blue musk is gone, and if you want to know the day of the charcoal, it is the Ice Dynasty." ”

The tone was tepid, like a pool without a trace, and I couldn't hear the slightest emotion.

Bao Miaozhi gritted his teeth and said: "He was originally adopted by His Majesty as a son, and he should be returned to his sect later." But he never thought that he would call himself a prince and concubine, and his heart was often dissatisfied with every form of words......"

"It still hasn't rained." Xiao Tong interrupted him, and suddenly said leisurely, "Shang Tang, Mulberry Grove prays for rain, Zeng said, the remaining one person is guilty, and there is no one more than ten thousand people: ten thousand people are guilty, and there is one more person." ”

Bao Miaozhi knelt down with a thud, "The long-term drought here has nothing to do with His Highness, what is the ...... crime" Halfway through the words, he slapped himself suddenly, "Your Highness is stupid, Your Highness forgives you!" ”

Seeing Bao Miaozhi exiting the house in fright, Tong Fu's heart picked up again.

"It seems that we still need to find the miracle to pray for rain." Xiao Tong's eyes stared at the candle flame on the desk.

"Miracles?"

"In the twenty-first year of the reign of the Emperor, there was a great drought, and the public wanted to burn witches." Xiao Tong put the letterhead on the lampstand and said word by word.

The letterhead licked the fire, fluffy.

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