Zhuang Rongrong was dragged to the main hall, where a burly man sat in a high position. He was dressed in all black, had a kind face, but his eyes were very sharp.
"Is this the goddess you were talking about?"
Wen Sang laughed and said, "Yes, she prayed for a heavy rain in Peach Blossom Village. I went to Peach Blossom Village to check it out. The village was full of water in every ditch and ravine. It didn't look like a drought at all. Our Rongrong saved a lot of lives."
Sun Changjing glanced at the bean sprout-like little girl and scoffed, "Your family? Your family adopted this child?"
“Yes, she has no parents and her background is really pitiful. My family only has Yuan’er, so it’s good to bring her back to keep Yuan’er company.” Wen Sang smiled gently.
Zhao Yuan pursed his lips and remained silent.
"Since you have such great abilities, let's not waste time and begin. I have other matters to attend to later."
Sun Changjing lay back down, his mind racing. This girl was at most five years old. If she really had such great abilities, she shouldn't be staying in a small Zhao family.
If he can truly pray for rain, then he will find a way to adopt her; if he can't, then he shouldn't blame him for being ruthless.
"Rongrong, quickly go and invite your Bodhisattva out."
Zhuang Rongrong was sweating profusely with anxiety. "Mother, have you forgotten what I just told you? Today is not a good day to pray for rain."
"I forgot about that."
When Wen Sang told Sun Changjing about this, his face immediately turned as black as charcoal.
"Are you saying that I, the city lord, came all this way for nothing and was just played for a fool by you?"
He slammed his hand on the table, startling Wen Sang, who quickly pulled Zhuang Rongrong down to her knees. "Rongrong, you must explain this to the city lord!"
"Today...today the Bodhisattva is not at home..."
Sun Changjing sneered, "Is praying for rain something that the Bodhisattva is in charge of? Stop talking nonsense, or show me your abilities, or you'll be playing me for a fool today!"
"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. How could we dare to play a trick on you? This child is shy, I'll talk to her nicely."
Wen Sang anxiously pulled her out the door, "Rongrong, our family absolutely cannot offend the city lord. Think of something, even if it doesn't rain, a little wind will do!"
"I…"
"You can't even read windy weather?"
Wen Sang's tone changed. "Rongrong, if we offend the city lord, our whole family will suffer. You are now the adopted daughter of the Zhou family. Your well-being depends on the well-being of the Zhou family."
Zhuang Rongrong was so anxious she wanted to cry. Xiao Tao hadn't returned yet, so she didn't dare to make any rash conclusions. But since she was forced to this point, she could only grit her teeth and nod.
"Brother Xu, how much longer until we reach Wuzhou?" Zhou Erqian was riding a horse for the first time and looked around excitedly.
Xu Zhenzhen strolled ahead leisurely, "We're almost there. What's wrong? Are you already tired?"
"I'm not tired. I'm just curious about what Wuzhou City is like. Brother Xu, can you tell me about Wuzhou City?"
"Wuzhou City, ah, it has..."
"ah--!"
Before Xu Zhenzhen could finish speaking, a runaway carriage suddenly appeared in front of them. The maid driving the carriage was thrown halfway out of the carriage and was about to be caught in the wheels.
He leaped forward, pulled hard, and with a clatter of the horse's hooves, the carriage came to a steady stop.
Zhou Erqian clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Brother Xu is amazing!"
"Young lady, are you alright?"
Xiao Tao, feeling dizzy, shoved something into my hand. "Miss... give Zhou... two thousand... help... me... thank you..."
She fainted after saying that.
Xu Zhenzhen frowned and threw the thing at Zhou Erqian, "This is for you. She said it was given to you by some young lady."
Zhou Erqian immediately recognized that the purse was embroidered by Rongrong, as Rongrong was the only one who loved embroidering purses.
A sweet feeling welled up inside him. Rongrong was already thinking about him after only a few days apart; she must still like him.
He stuffed it into his pocket as if it were a precious treasure, when suddenly his fingertips touched something hard—the copper coin.
Zhou Erqian instinctively wanted to throw it away, but then the image of that brat on the verge of crying popped into her head.
Forget it, I'll just keep it. Otherwise, that brat will definitely make a scene if she finds out he threw the copper coins away.
The Zhao residence.
In order to buy time, Zhuang Rongrong demanded that an altar be built for the rainmaking ritual, and that it be made of new wood. Wen Sang had no choice but to send a carpenter to cut wood and saw boards.
Sun Changjing had been waiting impatiently for a long time and was playing chess with Zhao Yuan in a frustrated mood.
"Uncle Sun, is something urgent?"
"Yes, I need to pick up your Aunt Sun."
Zhao Yuan glanced outside the hall and saw Zhuang Rongrong looking worried, pacing anxiously.
"Does Uncle Sun really think she can summon rain?"
Sun Changjing raised an eyebrow. "I don't believe her, but your mother is definitely not the type to lie."
Zhao Yuan knew that if this rainmaking attempt failed, his mother would lose the city lord's trust.
He didn't believe Zhuang Rongrong could pray for rain.
She'd better really pray for rain, or he won't let her go!
"Rongrong, the altar is set up, let's begin." Wen Sang hugged her expectantly, "Go for it, even if you can't summon rain or wind, your mother is here."
Zhuang Rongrong forced a smile and nodded, then walked up to the altar carrying the red cloth bag. She carefully put it down, clasped her hands together, and knelt before the Bodhisattva.
Many servants and maids surrounded the altar. The lady was pleased and specially allowed them to rest for a while to watch the new young lady pray for rain.
Do you think this young lady can summon rain?
"Of course it can. The lady brought it back herself. She couldn't possibly lie to the lady as well."
"I'm really looking forward to it. I've never seen anyone conjure up rain out of thin air before. If I could see it with my own eyes, I would be so proud to go out in the future."
The noise around her made Zhuang Rongrong even more unsettled; she closed her eyes, her whole body trembling.
what to do!
If she can't get rain, her mother won't let her go.
Zhuang Rongrong wished she could fly back to Peach Blossom Village to take a look, and then capture all the male protagonists and absorb their luck.
It's a shame she can't fly.
Half an hour later, the sky remained perfectly clear, and the sun was even more scorching.
Sun Changjing's face turned completely dark. "Wen Sang, where's Yu? You're clearly lying to me. Do you think I'm easy to fool?"
"Lord, that's not how it is. The Bodhisattva is not at home today. Please wait a little longer. How could I dare to play tricks on you?"
Wen Sang rushed up to the altar in a panic, "Rongrong, what's going on? You can at least summon some wind! Why is the sun getting stronger and stronger? Make some kind of reaction, or you'll ruin the Zhou family."
Everyone is pressuring her, but who has ever understood the pain she feels inside?
Zhuang Rongrong gritted her teeth in resentment and suddenly grabbed Wen Sang's hand. Since she had no other choice, she had to resort to this tactic.
Wen Sang wasn't exactly lucky, but she still managed to make a fuss in this scorching weather.
She must get through this hurdle!
She gave a deep smile. "Mother, there will be some news soon. Please wait a little longer."
"No... um..."
Wen Sang suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground, her whole body as pale as if she had been drained of blood.
"mother--!"
Zhao Yuan screamed in terror and rushed over anxiously. Wen Sang opened his mouth, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and lost consciousness.
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