The news that the crown princess was ordered by the emperor to perform a big goose ceremony was like a thunderclap, exploding in the capital.

There was an uproar when the capital went up and down.

In the tavern, a gray-bearded old man burst into tears when he said that he was excited: "Let a woman perform a big sacrifice on behalf of the heavenly family, Da Zhou is going to die——"

As soon as these words came out, the people around him who were still awake were so frightened that they hurriedly covered his mouth: "Uncle, you drank too much!" ”

The old man was quite old and had a lot of strength, so he pushed the man's hand away and burped, "I didn't drink much...... The demon concubine is born, and Da Zhou is about to die! ”

A team of Jin Linwei appeared, and the person in the lead said coldly: "Take it away!" ”

The old man who pointed to the sky was stunned, and suddenly hugged Jin Linwei, who came to him, and cried: "I drank too much-"

Jin Linwei looked disgusted: "Go!" ”

In the blink of an eye, the old man was pushed out of the tavern, and the Jin Linwei who stayed behind glanced around at the drinker, sneered and turned to leave.

The tavern was silent for a while, and after a while, the drunken drinkers woke up from a dream, covered their mouths and scattered.

I really forgot my form, although today's son is the king of benevolence and virtue, he will not let Jinlinwei harm the people because of a trivial matter, but the words of the Great Zhou Dynasty are about to die openly shouted out, and the emperor of many benevolences can't bear it.

The old man was thrown into the prison, and his drunkenness was completely gone, so he rushed over and grabbed the iron fence and cried: "Let me out, I've drunk too much and talk nonsense, let me out——"

A voice behind him said coldly: "Save your energy, uncle, which of these people is not talking nonsense after drinking too much." ”

The old man stiffened and turned around, and behind him were faces that were either sluggish or painful, and he actually found a drinking friend from inside.

"Brother Wang, why are you here?"

The drinking friend smiled bitterly: "I drank too much." ”

The old man was deflated all of a sudden, walked to the middle of the brothers and sat down, and muttered with straight eyes: "When will I have to go out, the two pigs at home are still waiting to be fed." ”

The others sighed: "Wait, maybe there are too many people to fit and let us who came in early go." ”

These words somehow touched the old man's nerves, and the old man suddenly shouted: "The crown princess was originally a demon concubine-"

A few hands hurriedly covered his mouth.

The drinking friend scolded: "Don't bother everyone if you go crazy, really think that the current Jinlinwei will not kill people!" ”

Outside the cell, a Jinlinwei sighed: "There is too much gibberish now, and you can't catch them all." ”

Another Jin Linwei said with a smile: "What to do so much, arrest people first, and wait until the big pheasant ceremony, no matter what the result is, it is estimated that they should be released." ”

"You say that the crown princess can really pray for rain successfully?"

"Who knows, it's not something we can handle. Let's go, continue to arrest people, these people always have to have some blood if they want to be released, I can hear the old man who just got caught saying that there are two pigs in the house. ”

"You can also look at two pigs."

"Mosquito legs are small, but they are also meat."

The two Jin Linwei laughed and left.

For a while, the whole city was full of discussions about the big pheasant ceremony, and even if the black-faced Jinlin Weina people could be seen everywhere, they couldn't stop people's enthusiasm for gossiping.

April 18 is here in the blink of an eye.

In the early morning, the sky was white, and the sun was already blazing, and there was not even a single cloud.

Needless to say, it's another sunny day that can dry the river.

On this day, everyone in the capital got up early in the morning and followed the procession to the outskirts of the city.

There is an imperial palace built on Cuiluo Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing, and there is a prayer altar for rain in the east, and the long queue starts from the imperial city and goes straight to Cuiluo Mountain.

Cuiluo Mountain has been sprinkled and swept under the Ministry of Rites, and all the ceremonies are ready, just waiting for the arrival of the crown princess.

Jiang seemed to walk at the front of the team, and when he reached the foot of the mountain, the people who followed all the way were stopped by the Praetorian Guards, and they could only watch the team slowly ascend the mountain.

In order to show his sincerity, Jiang seemed to hike instead, and by the time he reached the top of the mountain, he was already out of breath.

"The auspicious time is approaching, I respectfully invite the crown princess to the altar to pray for rain."

With Youji's loud reminder, Jiang seemed to ascend the high altar step by step in the solemn music.

A column of boys and women appeared, dressed in dark robes and holding feathers, a total of 8864 people danced around the high altar and sang while dancing.

"Zhuo Biyun Han, Zhao returns to the sky. The king said: Huh! Who is the person of today? Mourning from heaven, famine and hunger. If you don't lift your spirits, you love your animals. Guibi is a pawn, would you rather me listen? ”

"The drought is very great, and there are insects and insects. Do not lose the rituals, from the suburbs of the palace. Lay up and down, and the gods are not sectarian. If the latter does not refrain from it, God will not come. Drain the soil, Ning Ding I stalk. ”

"If the drought is great, it cannot be pushed. Conscientious, like thunder. Zhou Yu Limin, there are relics. Haotian God, I will not leave it behind. Hu is not afraid? The ancestors were destroyed. ”

……

Jiang seemed to kneel on the high altar, with a solemn expression, closing his eyes and praying.

The scene was solemn, except for the boys and women who were concentrating on dancing the Eight Hundred Dance, everyone was thinking: Can the princess pray for rain successfully?

The answer is almost always no.

There has been no rain for months, and the vegetation of Cuiluo Mountain, which used to be verdant, looks listless, just like people who have been affected by the drought.

The sky is cloudless, the sun is blazing, how can it rain.

At the end of the Dance of the Eight Hundreds, the chanting of the boys and girls gradually became inaudible.

"Zhan Haotian, there are stars. Doctor and gentleman, there is no win. The great life is near, and there is no abandonment. What to ask for me. It is upright. Zhan Haotian, Hui Qining? ”

At the foot of Cuiluo Mountain, countless people knelt on the ground and shouted: "Haotian God, please rain down and return me to peace!" ”

Cuiluo Mountain is not high, and the people at the foot of the mountain can clearly see the dark figure on the high altar, as well as the solemn dance music.

But people's hearts gradually despair under the scorching sun.

Someone stood up suddenly, looking like crying and laughing and on the verge of collapse: "It's impossible to rain, the drought in the capital is because the demon concubine is in the world to warn about the drought, how can it rain if the demon concubine doesn't get rid of it?" ”

There was a commotion at the foot of the mountain, and many people soon chimed in.

At this time, the Praetorian Guards, armed with silver guns and golden knives, could only barely maintain order, but they could not do anything to these ordinary people who spoke astonishing words.

This is the mouth of the people who have always had a headache for the superiors to defend the people more than to prevent Sichuan.

When the scene was becoming chaotic, there was a sudden boom.

"What sound?"

People were stunned for a moment.

There was another thunderclap, and people woke up from a dream.

"Do you hear it, it's thunder, it's thunder!"

Soon lightning streaked across the blue sky, and bean-sized rain fell.

On the high altar, Jiang seemed to slowly open his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The rain came and the wind was urgent, and the robe on her body was flying, like a fairy.

Under the high altar and at the foot of the mountain, countless people knelt down and looked at the sky, looking ecstatic, and shouted loudly: "It's raining, it's raining!" ”

Jiang seemed to smile and looked at Yu Jin on the jade steps.

yes, it's raining.