The sound of the cannon fell, and after a long while, there was no change in the sky, and the sun was still scorching. Now, the sun has risen in mid-air, smiling at the earth.

The crowd outside Huangzhou began to stir, and some people began to say that the prayer for rain was unsuccessful. But some people still think that they should wait a little longer. Because even if you succeed in asking for rain, it doesn't come just as soon as it comes.

Someone began to retort, saying, "You know a fart? To pray for rain is to rain immediately. If you wait for ten and a half days of rain to rain, is that still what you ask for? ”

"Why doesn't it count? That's fine. This one said unconvinced.

At this time, a person next to him said with a smile: "Don't fight, this time you will definitely fail to ask for rain." I see, everyone will disperse, and the emperor of the Huahan Dynasty is just a wasted name. He said with a grin, looking carried away.

The man stopped, glared at the man, and said angrily, "You are an undercover agent of the Tatars, right?" ”

This person walked away in disgrace, there were all Han people around, he didn't dare to fight back, if he showed his identity, he would probably be beaten to death by a group.

"Damn, at first glance, it's a Tatar slave dog." One of them said indignantly.

"Oh, don't worry about that dog thing, even if the Han emperor begs for rain unsuccessfully, we have nothing to complain about, at least it shows that our Majesty still has the heart to think about us." Another person said.

"Yes, at least Your Majesty has us in his heart!"

Several people in the crowd began to talk about it.

At this time, another person squeezed in and said, "You guys, you say a good thing. If our Majesty remembers us, then why doesn't he send us food? ”

"What the fuck are you farting? The army of the Tatar slaves can let the people of the Hua Han Dynasty in? Besides, even if the grain from the Hua Han Dynasty comes, can we still have a share of the Han people? It has long been snatched away by those Tatar dogs. One of them immediately came up and retorted with a straight face.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

"That's right, even if the food comes, it won't reach our mouths."

"It's just a joke that the Tatars can still give us food."

“……”

"Huh? Can't you say that, the Tatar slaves didn't sleep and gave us beef and mutton? The later one said with a grin.

"Did you eat it?" One asked.

The one who came later said, "Of course, I also divided twenty pounds of beef and a sheep!" ”

"Then why didn't I even get a tael or two of meat?" The man continued to question.

"That. How is that possible? Said later.

"How is it impossible, I haven't even got a meat or two, I want to ask you, why did you get so much meat? Who the hell are you? Another came out and questioned the man who came later.

"I, I'm ......" the one who was asked later staggered.

Another looked at the latter with disdain and said, "You don't want me, you're a Tatar dog." ”

"What? What did you say? The later one asked stupidly.

"I said you were a purebred Tatar dog, did you hear me?" The man said word by word.

"What Tatar dog? Didn't the imperial court say that the Tatar slaves were very Han and all of them were a family? The one said later.

"Saying that you are a Tatar slave dog will not wronged you at all, get out of here, or I will kill you." Another said, looking at the man behind him with hanging eyes.

"That's it, get out of here!" Another said.

Then the rest of me was a little scared. His eyes flickered, wandering, and he said, "I won't tell you." After saying that, he squeezed out of the crowd and slipped away.

The crowd burst into laughter.

On the top of the mountain, Liu Yong saw that he had held a ceremony to pray for rain, but there was no movement, and his heart was a little drumming. It's not that I'm afraid that my provincial sports will be damaged. What I am afraid of is that if it does not rain, the drought north of the river will not be alleviated on this day, and more people will starve to death.

He was on the altar and asked the Master under the scorching sun, "Master, why is there no movement in the heavens?" Is it impossible to pray for rain? ”

On the altar, Liu Yong couldn't help but bask in the sun, and the concubines were also basking in the sun. Although Liu Yong felt that they had worked hard in his heart. But he didn't mean to let them go down to cool off. Since it is to ask for rain, we must be sincere and contribute.

The mage said, "Your Majesty, the matter of asking for rain is already mysterious, and it is not under the control of mortals like me. Furthermore, there is also the possibility that the god in charge of thunderstorms in the heavens is resting today and does not see that we are praying to him. So it didn't rain. However, Poor Dao thought that the gods in charge of the thunderstorm, the rain god's subordinates would definitely have a guard, and they would definitely inform the rain god of this matter later, and it would rain then. ”

Although the mage said this, Liu Yong didn't believe it. He can't blame this mage for this, after all, the main body of asking for rain is him, not the mage. The mage was nothing more than the master of ceremonies for the ceremony. Whether he can ask for rain depends on him Liu Yong.

Liu Yong nodded, but he was thinking in his heart, what the hell is going on, is the dream he had that night fake? Liu Yong, Liu Yong, as a dignified emperor, can you believe in dreams? It's ridiculous.

That is to say, this matter of asking for rain is an extremely unreliable thing. It seems that his plan is a bit reckless. Is it the reason? He thought about it in his heart, and then he understood. My original intention for this rain is wrong! This intention is clearly utilitarian. It was not purely for the sake of the people, but also for the benefit of the Tatars.

Thinking of this, he understood the main reason why this rain could not be achieved. What to do? Liu Yong stepped forward, lit a handful of incense, then bowed three times to the heavens, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then knelt down.

The crowd stood up and shouted, "Your Majesty! ”

Liu Yong waved his hand back, signaling them to remain silent. And they were all quiet again.

Liu Yong knelt down, folded his hands, and muttered silently in his mouth. He first spoke of his mistake, and very sincerely admitted it, asking for forgiveness from God. Then came the prayer for rain, and when it came to the suffering of these common people, and the people who died of thirst every day, it was very miserable, and so on.

But what he said was not an exaggeration at all, he was truth-seeking, and told Heaven what he heard and saw as it was. I hope Heaven can hear it. You can see it, too. Let's see if it should rain somewhat.

In the end, Liu Yong said: "The yellow sky is above, and I, Liu Yong, am willing to exchange ten years of life for this rain." "The return of the financial empire