His grandfather still has to kick Lao Tzu out of the house, fortunately, I came to ask Li Chunfeng, otherwise I really went to his grandfather to get money, the money can't be earned and it will be lost, and his grandfather will not kill his father and me.

Originally, I was already very disgusted by my father.

When the Chaoqin Heavenly Supervisor said that there would be no rain, he didn't know where Shou'er heard that it would rain.

"I don't know why Your Majesty wants to deduce this?"

Li Chunfeng was a little puzzled, the wind and rain were smooth, when would the emperor care if it would rain in Chang'an.

"Someone made a bet with me, saying that there will be heavy rains in Chang'an for a few months in the past few days, and I will store grain for Chang'an. If it rains, I'll go to stock up on food. ”

Li Shimin was worried that if Li Chunfeng also felt that there would be heavy rain for several months, then he really had to reserve enough food for Chang'an and Guanzhong.

"Demon, what kind of demon, how can you deceive Your Majesty like this, and deceive the king! Be punished! Li Chunfeng scolded loudly.

"Okay, it's not going to rain, that's what you said, you remember." Li Shimin said perfunctorily unhappily.

My son said a joke, and he should be punished! It's just that the child is naughty and messes with his parents, how can he bully the king!

Excessively!

You're the deceitful!

My son is a king, you are a minister!

What is this called?

That's it, Li Chunfeng, the old demon Dao, doesn't know the existence of Shou'er, let alone the real existence of Shou'er, what do I have to worry about him.

But just when Li Shimin wanted to say something more to Li Chunfeng, a muffled thunder suddenly came from the sky, and the originally clear sky suddenly became a little gloomy.

"Your Majesty, it's okay, it's not raining, it's just a thunderstorm, God is also like Your Majesty, and occasionally I'm a little unhappy and angry."

Li Chunfeng was a little embarrassed.

Before Li Shimin could speak, the raindrops had already fallen to the ground.

Li Shimin looked at Li Chunfeng with a look of disbelief.

The air became extremely awkward at this moment.

Datang God Stick!

Li Chunfeng said second, no one dared to say first.

In terms of metaphysics in some major matters, Li Shimin trusted him very much, and no one in the Manchu Dynasty questioned him.

Don't just look at Li Chunfeng as a person who only knows how to fool, but people are really capable.

If you don't have any skills, you definitely can't stay in Qin Tianjian.

In Qin Tianjian, you can astronomical calendar, and if you are proficient in mathematics, you will be able to fool.

Now in this solidified awkward atmosphere, Li Chunfeng's face has become very difficult to look at, that embarrassment, his heart is like 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping by.

Slowly, Li Chunfeng looked at the pouring rain, and felt a little dizzy and uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, it won't rain for long with such a heavy rain, Your Majesty can rest assured." Li Chunfeng still wants to save it again.

"Wow!"

"Boom!"

Several thunderbolts split through the sky at once, leaving lightning bolts in their wake.

The rain became heavier and heavier.

"Your Majesty, what, this rain, it won't be too long, really."

Li Chunfeng still said that he always felt that his estimate should not be wrong.

The color on Li Shimin's face was already difficult to see, and he could only follow his words and comfort himself: "Well, with such a heavy rain, it shouldn't be long." ”

However, after a stick of incense, the heavy rain was not lighter, but heavier.

At this time, Li Shimin couldn't hold back at all, and left Qin Tianjian in a huff.

Li Chunfeng was a little dumbfounded.

God, why can't you give me a little face, if you want it to rain, can you tell me first.

At night, Li Shimin sat here in the Lizheng Hall to review the folds, but he was powerless, and he sighed at every turn.

Empress Changsun sat on the side, also looking at the palace affairs, and panicked.

Now the most noble couple in the Tang Dynasty can't sit still at all, if it's really like what their baby son said, then this flood really can't stop in a short period of time, and it's really going to wash Chang'an City, how can this be good?

At that time, the first thing that will be affected will definitely be the price of food, and there will be a crisis in the entire Chang'an City.

At that time, those people with five surnames and seven sects will definitely start to make trouble for Li Shimin because of these.

And the existence of five surnames and seven sects in this world is constantly making trouble for Li Shimin, and Li Shimin, who is biased, doesn't dare to do anything to them.

Usually, if you have something to do, you always have to come to Li Shimin for trouble.

Seeing that Li Shimin was doing well for a moment, they were all uncomfortable.

Seeing that Li Shimin usually eats two more bowls for dinner, they all have to come out to make trouble for Li Shimin.

Seeing that Li Shimin drank two more sips of water today, he also came to trouble Li Shimin.

Anyway, I just can't let Li Shimin feel better.

Anyway, in the eyes of the five surnames and seven sects, it is not necessary to beat Li Shimin and warn Li Shimin, hey, old Li, your throne, you are the Tang Dynasty, it is all thanks to us, we supported you, don't make us unhappy, otherwise we will pull you down.

Li Shimin listened to the meaning of these beatings, and he hated in his heart, he was obviously the son of heaven of the Ninety-Five, but he had no way to deal with them.

So if something really happens this time, causing the price of grain in Chang'an City to rise, or if there is a shortage of food, then the situation will be terrible.

"Alas!"

"Alas!"

After sighing countless times one after another, Li Shimin's eyes looked out of the window blankly, and he couldn't give up.

"Your Majesty, don't look at it, according to the concubine, this rain will not be able to stop for a while, but what our Shou'er said may not be accurate, that is our own son, not a fairy, could it be that our Shou'er can still be an immortal, and if the spell fails, can it really make this rain fall for several months?"

Empress Changsun said, and then lowered her head to look at these account books in the harem, and she couldn't help but sigh.

In the days of his harem, since he sat on the back seat, although the concubines got along harmoniously, there were no thrilling palace scheming, but there was a lack of money.

Up and down in this palace, it is all firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and money.

She can write and paint, she has the virtues that a woman should have, and the dignified atmosphere that a queen of a country should have, but no one told her what to do if she has no money.

Today, she summoned all the female officials and the big eunuchs in the harem, just to ask them if they could reduce the harem branches, but these people all said no, and there were still expenses to be increased, and her face turned green with anger.