"Sir, are you saying that the direction from which the mudslide came is the exit from the mountain pass?" Chen Ziqi asked in a deep voice.
The old man nodded helplessly.
The Gu woman and Chen Ziqi stood on the ground, looked at each other, but had no other choice.
Just then, a young man who looked like a scholar suddenly said, "Ancient books record that dragons are good at transformation, can summon clouds and rain, and benefit all things. Great Dragon God, I beg you to use your divine power to stop this heavy rain!"
His words immediately reminded the townspeople, and they all knelt down and kowtowed to the silver dragon, which resembled a mountain range: "My Lord Dragon, please stop this rain!"
Please!
"Lord Dragon, please have mercy!"
...
Long Xun suddenly realized that the reason the mudslide wouldn't stop was because the rain was too heavy. The continuous rain had soaked the soil until it was mushy, and the unsolidified soil would naturally keep sliding down.
If the rain stops, then there's no problem.
But can this world withstand a dragon's ability to summon wind and rain? Can it withstand a dragon whose magical control is not so sophisticated?
Long Xun hesitated for a moment, then stretched his dragon head out into the dark clouds, and blew a breath.
He blew away the thick, endless clouds in one breath, and the continuous rain finally stopped. It was still daytime, and the sunlight shone down in the sky where the dark clouds had disappeared, leaving the townspeople with a somewhat bewildered expression.
Long Xun felt a little uncomfortable after retracting his head. Even though dragons can change their shape at will, stretching their necks so long—from the ground all the way to the sky—would be quite uncomfortable.
After the townspeople made way, Long Xun struggled and pulled his dragon body, which was half-buried in the mud, out. It was as dirty as a toy that had been trampled on by dozens of naughty children.
"It's all over now." Long Xun looked at the townspeople, paused, and then added, "Don't worry, the Emperor will find out about this."
The floods have subsided, and the area most likely to have suffered casualties has only lost some houses thanks to Long Xun's intervention. Even if the flooded crops may cause famine, these are things that can be alleviated by finding ways to do so.
If someone dies on the spot, then there's nothing that can be done.
After bidding farewell to the townspeople, the dragon found a relatively clean stream, shrunk its size, swam in it, and emerged clean again.
He didn't transform into human form; instead, a three-meter-long silver dragon flew in mid-air. Somewhat awkwardly, he said to the Gu woman, "Gu woman, do you... still have clothes?"
Gu Nu: "...Dragon God, did you rip your shirt again?"
Long Xun looked at the sky and the ground but not at her.
Although he didn't use much magic power when dispelling the clouds, he still used it... Every time he transformed into a dragon, his clothes were hidden under a scale—each dragon scale's special power fluctuations could form a small, mysterious space that could store a lot of things—the pressure of the magic power surging in the dragon form was much greater than in the human form, and as soon as he went into the water to check, he found that his clothes were nowhere to be found.
This time it was even worse; his sturdy dark blue underwear also turned to ashes... If he were to take human form now, he would truly be a scoundrel.
#My clothes always burst when I use magic, what should I do? I need help urgently!#
Considering he would be participating in the sealing ceremony upon returning, Long Xun chose the more artistic-looking Wan Hua Qin Feng set this time, paired with a hat from the Shuo Xue set...
After he changed his clothes and came out from behind the big rock, the Gu woman grabbed his hand tightly and said with teary eyes, "Big brother, please take it easy. The only clothes we have that are completely covered up here are the Wan Hua set and the Cang Jian and Tian Ce sets. If you take off all the clothes, you'll only be able to show your chest muscles, thighs, abs, and waist. In short, you'll be showing all sorts of things!"
Chen Ziqi couldn't help but chuckle, but when Long Xun looked over expressionlessly, she quickly pretended to be looking at the scenery in the distance as if nothing had happened.
Long Xun could only helplessly say that he would definitely pay attention next time, and casually put the milk tea mouse into the wide sleeve of the Wan Hua outfit.
When they returned to the palace with Chen Ziqi and the Gu woman, urgent reports about the heavy rains and floods in the north had not yet arrived. The emperor and his officials had not yet finished their court session when they heard a commotion outside. Some people were shouting for the imperial advisor, while others were shouting for divine beasts and dragons. Then the emperor and his officials all ran out.
To be honest, Yin Chen has had a tough time these past few days. As the emperor, he can't just focus on love in his life. After returning to his position, he also has corresponding responsibilities to bear.
The Ministry of Rites wanted money for official ceremonies, the Ministry of War wanted money to resist the Xiongnu, the Ministry of Revenue wanted money to do practical things for the people, and the Ministry of Works wanted money for inventions and creations. Only the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Justice were relatively well off, as they didn't ask for much money.
Money, money, money! Yin Chen felt like his eyes were filled with ingots. These bastards just kept asking him for money, did they think he was a money-giving benefactor?! The national treasury is empty, don't they know?!
The thought of Qian Yinchen gave him a headache. If it weren't for the fact that someone in Datong Bank printed counterfeit banknotes, causing the bank to lose a large sum of money, the national treasury wouldn't have been in such a short time.
So the question now is, where can he get this money?
Yin Chen glanced at the "little lambs" he had consciously cultivated over the years, but after much thought, he still couldn't figure out which one to approach to get the money.
Later, when Yin Chen saw Huayuelou coming to collect money again, his eyes lit up like light bulbs.
How could he forget such a person! The Great Roc King! It is said that he has a lot of money! As the kind, benevolent, and noble emperor who took him in, shouldn't this person have to contribute a portion to pay taxes?
Suddenly realizing he had acquired a new skill: extorting money and collecting taxes, Yin Chen excitedly dispatched his secret guards to investigate everything about the Great Roc King. Less than seven days later, the guards returned, bringing with them Hua Manlou, who had been drugged and kidnapped.
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