The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan came under the high platform.

He heard Li Chaowen crying there, and the demeanor of the monks was almost gone.

Fang Jifan rolled his eyes, kicking him up, a pair of clear eyes staring at him, very angry and scolded.

"Is there any good news, because you are also my teacher and nephew, shameful."

Li Chaowen immediately stopped crying and couldn't help but take a deep breath. It seemed to know that at this point today, there was a death on both sides.

He sobbed, looked up at the sky, and saw that the sun was still hot and very poisonous.

How can there be rain in such a day!

I am afraid to die ...

Li Chaowen lost his soul again, but by this time he seemed to understand that he could only fight one by one.

Finally, under the direction of Fang Jifan, a guard behind him untied him, and the eunuchs hurriedly changed him into a suit and a peach sword.

Instead, the kind-hearted guard officer patted his shoulder sympathetically and comforted him in a low voice: "Mo fear, the gods will be on it, will bless ..."

Li Zhaowen glanced at the guards gratefully.

Fang Jifan's ears were sharp, and his heart was irritable. His Royal Highness's organizational ability was not good. The time was coming. There were so many mistakes. He looked at the imprisonment who comforted Li Chaowen and asked coldly, "What's your name?" "

The guard had to bite his face and said: "Below Xiao Jingteng."

Fang Jifan was happy: "This name is good, good fortune, Xiao Jingteng, I admire you very much. Come and tie him up, hang it under the altar, and if it does not rain, burn him to heaven."

"Ah ..." Xiao Jingteng heard it, almost fainting, and trembling quickly to beg for mercy: "I have 80 mothers, and there are ..."

Fang Jifan was angry and ordered with a cold face: "Hang up!"

Everyone around took a breath.

Fang Jifan held his hands without saying anything, and he looked absolutely unrelenting.

But deep down, Fang Jifan knew that it was necessary for him to do so!

This is an insurance that Fang Jifan had in mind. Xiao Jingteng was a military guard of the imperial guards. When the time came, he could not ask for rain. His Royal Highness was very angry, and he was sure to burn Li Chaowen. At that time, the guards who get orders will definitely try their best to plead.

You can't really burn people because it can't ask for rain.

Fang Jifan is still very professional. Who teaches us that Fang Jifan will always stand on the side of justice and never bully the weak?

Xiao Jingteng burst into tears and shouted for mercy, but he had to be hung up by a robe with a hard face.

Fang Jifan made a mouthful at Li Chaowen and reminded with a smile.

"Master nephew, come on stage soon, it's not too early. Believe Uncle Master, you must be asking for rain!"

Fang Jifan remembered that the recording time of this rain was at noon, but in the end it would be unknown.

Li Zhaowen didn't cry at the moment, but the whole person couldn't see a bit of brilliance. He fell on his head and began to take the stage. He stumbled and stood on the high platform. After that, his eyes were straight and he almost fainted.

The wind on this high platform was so strong that his robe blew up, and he was scared to pee, fearing height.

Looking down again, I saw a crowd of people under the head, looking away from a distance, and beyond the high walls of the East Palace, there were actually countless people.

Li Zhaowen's face was sallow, two tremors, and then she started crying loudly.

The high platform is high, because it is too high, and the wind is high, so the crying howl, the person below cannot hear clearly, and thought it was chanting.

Fang Jifan raised his neck and said to Zhu Hou: "His Royal Highness, look at my teacher and nephew. Isn't it quite a living fairy style."

Zhu Houzhao looked at the sky, staring at the clear sky, and said worriedly: "It still doesn't look like it will rain."

"Be confident." Fang Jifan pretended that Zhizhu was holding it, erm ... in fact, he was also guilty.

The drought for more than two months has already made people restless.

Fortunately, inside the city, but the farmers outside the city have already lost their grains, worrying about how to survive the year-end hungry at the end of the year.

Looking at the cracked land, sometimes in order to fight for a water source, and even cause hundreds of people to fight, it is not uncommon to die seven or eight young and strong at a time.

This is the case with people. Once desperate, they naturally feel that the court and the government are to blame.

Outside the East Palace, many people just took a mocking attitude and watched this trick here.

That rumor, still in the mouth of countless people, is crazy: "The emperor lost his virtue, His Royal Highness, the absurdity and nonsense. If heaven is really compassionate, how can it take these two months, the rain has not fallen.

"The country will perish, there must be evil spirits."

...

The five disciples of Fang Jifan also arrived early. They could not enter the East Palace, but they looked at the towering towers in the wall of the East Palace in the distant streets.

Of course, the people on the platform can't see clearly, but they are just black spots.

At this time, Tang Yin and others, listening to countless gossips in their ears, were very unpleasant in their hearts.

If there is no rain, how will the world view the prince?

They stood still, their lines still, their expressions on their faces stiff, and their brows deep.

But at this time, there was one more person unconscious around him.

Wang Shouren lost a lot of weight. He heard the movements and came. When he saw the five people of Ouyang Zhi, he stood with them unconsciously.

In this tumultuous environment, Tang Shouren's Tang Yin nodded toward him, and Wang Shouren grinned at him.

They do not believe in fairies and ghosts, nor do they believe in the so-called praying rain.

They came here, each with a heavy heart.

...

I saw Li Zhaowen doing ‘Fa’ on the high platform.

It's noon.

The sun was still hot, and he was already sweating and sweating. At this point, the tears had dried up, and even the sweat seemed to have evaporated.

Li Chaowen only felt powerless and had a feeling of collapse.

Fang Jifan from the audience waited nervously.

Zhu Houzhao appeared particularly anxious and uneasy. He rubbed his hands and looked anxious.

In the distance, Yang Tinghe and Wang Hua stared at this side, wishing to tear Fang Jifan away and swallow Fang Jifan live.

Fang Jifan saw it was almost time, and suddenly tucked Zhu Houzhao's sleeve.

"What to do?" Zhu Hou looked at Fang Jifan in amazement.

Fang Jifan whispered: "Your Highness should cry."

"Why cry?" Zhu Houzhao was stunned, a puzzled expression on his face.

Fang Jifan said to Zhu Houzhao: "His Royal Highness loves the people like a son, and now the sun is scorching, and God is not willing to rain. As His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness cherishes the people, shouldn't we cry?

"But this palace can't cry." Zhu Houzhao thought it was reasonable, it was time to cry and show his love for the people.

But this is crying, and not as simple as drinking water!

Fang Jifan has also served him. How about acting in front of your father and emperor?

Obviously, praying for rain this time is not really about expressing Li Chaowen, but what is really going to show is His Royal Highness.

There are so many gossips in the outside world, all of them came to the emperor and the prince for the malicious slander of the court. The ancients' focus is not on the track, this is called idealism.

What do you mean, if you pray for rain, others will think you are absurd.

But if you say you are not believing in these gods and ghosts, but cherishing the people and praying for rain here, this ... is another matter. This is a love of the people like Chi Zi, a moral model.

My brother, who does not give Zhu Houzhao a chance to show, then let someone show.

Li Chaowen won't let go of this rain-giving credit, and Fang Jifan won't let him go. Only the royal prince of the court can do it.

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao very seriously: "Then His Majesty, think about it, if your majesty is here at this time? If the rain does not come, what will be the result of your majesty? Your majesty, think of you as your child Think about it, think about it, your Highness also has ambitions in mind, and there is still hope that one day will be dazzling. Your Highness, the minister has already prepared for His Highness. "

With that, a note was quietly stuffed in Zhu Houzhao's palm.

Zhu Houzhao felt the warmth of the note. Obviously, this was all prepared by Fang Jifan, and he kept covering his hands.

"Lao Fang ..." Zhu Houzhao's eyes were a little red: "Still you understand me."

He quickly took advantage of Fang Jifan's effort to cover his body and took a look at the note. The content inside was very simple. Obviously, Fang Jifan scrupulously reached his not-so-sophisticated level of education.

Then, Zhu Houzhao tucked the note into his mouth, his eyes red again.

He began to hammer his chest and growled: "Oh my god!"

Li Chaowen on the high stage, no one can see how to do it.

But oh my god, it attracted everyone's attention.

Yang Tinghe, Wang Hua, and countless officials of the Zhanshi Mansion all looked at the scene in front of them.

The tears of His Royal Highness came out magnificently.

He was born with the potential to be shortlisted for the Academy Awards.

Continue to thump your chest, the chest banged with a hammer.

"Don't stop this palace!"

He yelled ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Fang Jifan did not hesitate, hugged Zhu Houzhao, and heartbroken to persuade: "His Royal Highness, don't be impulsive."

Zhu Houzhao ’s tears were blurry, and he shouted hysterically: "Cangtian Renren takes everything as a ruminant dog, and now more than two months, the grains have not been harvested, and the disaster is so severe. Now, I ca n’t be compassionate to the people. I ca n’t pray for rain today. This palace ... maybe, it ’s dead. Fang Jifan, do n’t stop this palace, this palace will die ... dead ... dead ... "

This dead word dragged five syllables, and the ending sounded around the beam, and he refused to let it go.

"His Royal Highness ..." Fang Jifan held Zhu Houzhao to death: "His Royal Highness, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, if you have anything to say!"

Zhu Houzhao is like a bull, and Fang Jifan has almost been broken away by him several times. But it's really about to break away, then it's messed up. Could Zhu Houzhao wait for Fang Jifan to let Fang Jifan embrace again, and then continue to seek death?

Fang Jifan also held Zhu Houzhao very hard, but could not help but curse silently: "This is too serious!"