As Meng Hui guessed, Qi Kang did test whether the ministers would join forces with him to overthrow the rule of the Ji family and rebuild a new dynasty.

The first emperor was mediocre during his reign, and these families did show such thoughts, and they still had some contact with Qikang. It was precisely because he saw that the odds of victory were so great that Qi Kang was relieved and boldly pushed Xiluan to the throne, intending to be the real ruler of the dynasty with peace of mind.

When the time comes, he will be able to successfully ascend to the throne with the help of "providence". From then on, he should make peace with the prophecy, change the dynasty, and take the country from the hands of the family.

Meng Hui knew that he was scheming in his heart, and he was scheming against him all day long, so he heard that he had found the three major families, and there was no surprise at all. Combined with the recent situation in the court, the refusal of the Rujia and Yao families to beg Kang did not surprise her.

However, Jiang Xi didn't recognize him, and he waved a whip at him, which made Meng Hui very happy and contracted her to laugh all day.

Should! Who made Qikang lazy and lazy every day, and his clothes were always loose and loose, looking careless. Neatly packed, who can recognize him as him? is still standing at the door of people's houses and peeking inside, sneaky, Jiang Xi can recognize him is a strange thing.

Meng Hui was in a very good mood after eating, rinsed his mouth and walked for a while, and asked Qingzhu unhurriedly: "Has the sacrificial platform started to prepare?" Let the national teacher go and ask for rain as soon as possible, you look at this weather, it can heat people up! ”

Qingzhu also felt that it had been too hot recently, and hurriedly responded: "I'm ready overnight, all the civil and military officials have been notified, the national teacher should be there soon, and the emperor is almost ready to leave at this time." ”

Meng Hui nodded with satisfaction, praying for rain and sacrificing naturally asked her to come forward. She changed into a gorgeous dress and walked out of Zixia Palace, without any worries in her heart, because she knew that it would not be possible to rain today or in the near future.

She is not afraid of Qikang putting the responsibility on her, because on the day she ascended the throne, her vision of "seeing the clouds and seeing the sun" and "bringing light" has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Qi Kang was naturally very aware of this, and he felt that he had lifted a stone and shot himself in the foot, and he was standing on a high platform, looking at the sky with a little dazed eyes.

When Meng came back to the sacrificial platform, he saw him staring at the clear sky in a daze, and he no longer saw his usual calmness.

Hundreds of civil and military officials were present one after another, and they had great expectations for this rain prayer activity. In the records, every national teacher will succeed in asking for rain, and they have only seen records in history books, and they have never seen that kind of strange scene with their own eyes.

Qikang has never prayed for rain, but the officials believe that it is because God is benevolent, and there has not been a major drought for a long time. As long as he wants to, then he will definitely succeed in one fell swoop, just like the previous two national teachers.

Meng Hui did not go to the high platform this time, but stood in front of the nine pillars with the hundred officials. In such rituals, she only needs to play the role of a mortal monarch, and does not need to participate in the dialogue with the gods.

"Your Majesty, the drought has had a profound impact on the south, and praying for rain now can indeed relieve a lot of pressure." Wei Guogong Ruyi stood beside Meng Hui with a smile on his face, and praised in a rather sincere tone.

Meng Hui smiled at her, did not respond, only continued to look at the high platform in a blink of an eye, waiting for Qi Kang to start dancing the great god.

Amid the sound of drums, Qikang finally moved. Maybe the dance passed down from the former national teacher is out of shape, or maybe he didn't care about it in the first place, and all the civil and military officials feel that his dance today is not as elegant and mysterious as when he sacrificed in the past.

He stiffly turned, waved, sometimes knelt on the ground and looked up at the sky, sometimes waving his arms and waving upwards like a madman. Seeing this situation, Meng Hui really couldn't help it, lowered his head and cocked the corners of his mouth, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Fortunately, everyone frowned and looked at the sacrifice with a solemn expression, and no one noticed her.

The blue sky was cloudless, a round of golden sun hung high in the sky and sprinkled a hot light, and the civil and military officials who came in full costume were sweaty, and gradually disappointed in the round after round of dance.

For a whole hour, the sky did not change, which is not the same as the record that "thunderclouds feel the call and roll in like the waves of the sea."

"What's going on?"

"The national teacher looks a little weak."

"According to the records, it can rain in half an hour at most, and that's an hour."

The civil and military officials began to squirm, and the voices of one or two people were not loud, but there were thousands of officials and guards present, and most of them couldn't help but whisper, and the voice quickly reached the ears of Qi Kang on the high platform.

Some old ministers couldn't stand still, so they had to support their colleagues next to them, and some weak Wenchen simply fell to the ground unconscious, obviously fainting from heat stroke.

Meng Hui was not in a hurry, and ordered someone to move the minister who had fainted to the Qingliang Pavilion not far away, and asked the Shang Pharmacy Bureau to prepare anti-heat medicine, and instructed the Shang Food Bureau to boil a sweet soup that was cool and relieved of the heat.

An hour and a half had passed, and the sky was still clear. At this time, it was already noon, the sun was so hot that he couldn't speak, and seeing the thin Wenchen fainting, Meng Hui finally had to open his mouth to stop praying for rain.

She did not hide her dissatisfaction with Qi Kang, and said to the hundred officials in a loud voice with a twisted brow: "The national teacher's mana is not good, it seems that today's prayer for rain is destined to be fruitless, let's disperse!" After she finished speaking, she took a deep look at Gao Tai, and pretended to flick her sleeves away.

Qi Kang's hair had long been messed up, sticking to his face and neck, disheveled, and sweating profusely, like a drowning man who had just been salvaged from the river.

Hearing Meng Hui's obviously incitative chanting, and then seeing the disappointed and confused look on the faces of the civil and military officials, Qi Kang felt a little dizzy. He can only sit in a high position by relying on the admiration of the world, if there is no admiration and awe, what else can support his "divine right"?

Seeing the crowd disperse, Qi Kang was completely panicked, and his tiredness and worry made him sit on the ground, completely losing the last trace of sacredness. The people who left occasionally raised their eyes to look at the high platform, and when they saw him in such a situation, they couldn't help but be even more disappointed.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder if Qikang's invulnerability was just wearing armor? Did his divine power use some tools? And on the day of his accession to the throne, could it really be just because God loves the new monarch and has nothing to do with Qikang?

Leaving the palace with doubts, Meng Hui was full of joy, but returned to Zixia Palace with a slight annoyance on his face, and before he could take a sip of tea, he heard a report from outside, saying that Yao Yu, the secretary of Dali Temple, wanted to see him.

Meng Hui's eyes lit up, at this time, everyone was eager to go back to the house and stick the ice cubes, Yao Yu came with the heat, there must be evidence closely related to the poisoning case of the emperor.

"Hurry up and invite her in!" Meng Hui took the towel handed by Qingzhu, wiped his sweat slightly, and asked people to quickly add an ice basin and serve two bowls of summer tea. When the preparations were finished, Yao Yu had already knelt down at the table to say goodbye, and his expression was quite hesitant.

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