"God bless your majesty!"
"God bless your majesty!"
The panicked people in Wujiang City all walked out of their homes, looked up at the heavy rain falling from the sky, and shouted.
The voices of the people were heard far and wide in the rain...
If An Shaolin was smart enough, he would go directly to Epiphyllum City and take back the lost first level.
Looking into the distance, An Jingzhi thought calmly.
"Your Majesty, how many days will it take for the heavy rain to stop?" Wei Wenhua looked at An Jingzhi with sparkling eyes.
This is the real Son of Heaven, different from those who crowned themselves. Their Son of Heaven can make it rain!
He really didn't follow the wrong person!
Thinking back to when they had been advising His Majesty to stop building Linxiantai, Wei Wenhua and others felt a little ashamed.
How could they, a bunch of vulgar people, understand your Majesty's thoughts?
If they had not witnessed it with their own eyes, I am afraid that even if Your Majesty told them, they would not believe it. No wonder Your Majesty was unwilling to explain.
Your Majesty has been misunderstood by them a lot!
If the second prince is smart enough, he can also take over the Epiphyllum City occupied by the enemy, which can be said to be killing two birds with one stone!
I looked up at the clouds, not understanding why Wei Wenhua's face in front of me was flickering like a color palette.
He said, "It will take at least two days."
"For the next two days, I would like to trouble you, Lord Wei, to make arrangements for the people in the city and ensure their basic needs. I hope they don't cause any trouble."
"Your Majesty, I obey your command!" Wei Wenhua said loudly and firmly. It was raining so heavily that no one wanted to take shelter from the rain. In the rain, their voices were so low that others could not hear them.
Oh, wise and enlightened ruler! Your Majesty has not changed, and you still have such compassion for the people!
Everyone looked at An Jingzhi standing in the rain with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.
He exuded a natural aura of dominating the world.
Eunuch Ding, who was holding an umbrella beside him, advised: "Your Majesty, you might as well go and take shelter from the rain first. The dragon's health is more important."
Looking at the group of civil and military officials standing around him in the heavy rain without umbrellas, who looked like they had been injected with chicken blood, An Jingzhi smiled and said, "Let's go back to the palace to discuss it, so that my ministers who are close to me won't catch a cold."
After returning to the store, An Jingzhi ordered the imperial kitchen to bring some soup to dispel the cold, and asked everyone to change into clean clothes before starting to discuss the aftermath.
Although the people who stayed behind were not 100% loyal, at least 90% of them were. After experiencing the rain-praying incident, if nothing unexpected happened, these people would be his most loyal subjects.
"Those who ran away will definitely regret it. Our Majesty is the true Son of Heaven. Sooner or later he will unify the world and make it peaceful and prosperous. By then, there will be no place for them here." Zheng Hongtao said in a good mood.
"Haha, let them regret it!"
These civil and military officials, who had already made up their minds to die with His Majesty, were now filled with heroic spirit. They wished that the rainstorm would stop quickly after driving away the enemies so that they could seize the time to clean up the aftermath and conquer the world as soon as possible.
"Before, we kept trying to persuade His Majesty not to build the Linxian Terrace. Now thinking about it, I feel so ashamed. Fortunately, His Majesty didn't take it personally."
"Your Majesty is a master of foresight. He must have anticipated this and made plans long ago."
"Haha, other people pray for rain by reciting sacrificial offerings and setting out three animals, but your Majesty is so unbelievable! He just burned all that mess, and God actually made it rain!"
"My lords, I also have the contribution to the construction of Linxiantai." As soon as Gao Lizhong opened his mouth, it was as disgusting as suddenly seeing a rat dropping in a pot of soup.
Everyone looked at him with disdain and ignored him. Although this man had made some contributions, his fawning appearance still made people feel uncomfortable.
"Mr. Gao has indeed made some contributions in this matter. Without Mr. Gao's personal supervision, Linxiantai would not have been built so quickly." Seeing that no one spoke, Wei Wenhua said in a gentle voice.
Although he also disliked the other party's behavior, the other party did have some merit.
"Thank you for your kind words, Lord Wei." Gao Lizhong said with a smile after receiving the other party's approval. He felt as refreshed as if he had drunk a sip of ice water in the hottest days of summer.
When An Jingzhi changed his clothes and returned to the hall, he happened to hear Gao Lizhong bragging.
"I was wondering why the Linxiantai was built so well, but His Majesty suddenly said the taller the better, and didn't care about the appearance."
"You've all seen it, the lower floors of Linxiantai look completely different from the upper floors."
"Your Majesty must have anticipated the enemy's moves and realized it was too late, so he could only take care of one side."
"To be able to cultivate to such a high level must be a family tradition. Thank you for your praise."
Hearing this, An Jingzhi thought of Gao Lizhong's usage.
It was very difficult to build tall and stable buildings in ancient times, as laying foundations was not as convenient as in modern society.
Someone like Gao Lizhong was able to build a building to a height of more than ten stories, and even built the last few floors in a rush, and still make it so stable. He is a construction talent.
If this happened in modern society, he would at least be a famous architect.
It's a pity to be a flatterer beside the king.
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"What?" Gao Lizhong stood there in a daze, his face tearful. "Your Majesty, did I do something wrong?"
He should have made meritorious service, so why did Your Majesty send him to exile in Hongcheng?
Hongcheng, with its high mountains and long rivers, poor and remote, is no match for the capital with its outstanding people and beautiful scenery!
The minister, who had just spoken a few words to Gao Lizhong and had a much changed impression of him, showed a trace of reluctance on his face.
Hongcheng, as the name suggests, means the city of floods. The place is remote, rainy and floods often occur, making the local people miserable and uneasy.
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