Murong Qingli was going to the Wanxiang Tower to pray for rain in person. Guo Fu, who was accompanying him, was three parts nervous, four parts excited, and the remaining three parts was apprehension.
Why?
Because he was both looking forward to it and worried!
What we naturally hope for is that after your majesty's prayers for rain, dew will really fall from the sky and put an end to the drought in Guozhou.
What worries me is, what if His Majesty sits in the Vientiane Tower for seventy, eighty, or ninety days in a row and it doesn’t rain?
That would be really awkward.
Although Your Majesty is the king of a country, he is not the reincarnated Dragon King after all!
You can’t just say it will rain and it will rain, or say it will be sunny and it will come out, right?
If that were the case, wouldn’t you become a god?
Even though His Majesty had already sent people from the Imperial Observatory to calculate the day to pray for rain, Guo Fu was still worried.
After all, those people in the Imperial Observatory are sometimes accurate and sometimes not.
But he could only think about these in his mind; he couldn't show them on his face, let alone speak them out loud.
Put away all your worried expressions.
On the way to the Wanxiang Tower, in addition to Guo Fu, there was also Feng Liuyu who accompanied Murong Qingli.
After taking a look at Guo Fu's expression, he spoke in a slightly lowered voice.
"Eunuch Guo, are you worried that His Majesty's prayer for rain might not be successful?"
"Haha, Master Feng, I am indeed a little worried."
"However, Your Majesty is the true dragon emperor. I believe that as long as Your Majesty prays sincerely for the people, you will be able to obtain the nectar from heaven."
After hearing what Guo Fu said, Feng Liuyu nodded heavily in agreement.
"You're right. No matter what you do, sincerity will do the trick."
"I believe in your majesty and will succeed."
The tone was so confident that Guo Fu was stunned.
No wonder Lord Feng is the emperor's most valued minister.
Look at this awareness, this loyalty, this sense of trust, they definitely beat him.
No, he still needs to learn more.
But, sincerity is the key to success?
So, can he pray sincerely to God and ask him to give him some money?
Guo Fu devoutly repeated his wish three times in his heart, then looked up.
Damn, why is there nothing?
It is said that sincerity will bring success.
Why doesn't God give him some money?
While muttering to himself, Guo Fu suddenly felt a lot of things falling towards them from above.
He subconsciously shouted: "Protect the young master!"
"Don't panic, they're just some sachets and purses." Feng Liuyu's voice came from the side.
Only then did Guo Fu take a serious look at it.
It turned out that when they passed by this alley, the windows on the second floor of the alley were pushed open, and the half bodies of many women leaned out.
There was rosy red on their cheeks, and their eyes were filled with naked enthusiasm as they looked at Murong Qingli and Feng Liuyu.
The sachet and the snack were dropped by these women at this time.
Their purpose was to express their gratitude to the two imperial envoys who had made the decision for their Guozhou.
Of course, in addition to gratitude, there is also active expression of goodwill.
This is the imperial envoy, a high-ranking official from the capital.
She is so beautiful, with a refreshing and compelling temperament.
If I could catch their eye, wouldn't that be...
"Thank you, sir!"
"You two adults are so handsome!"
"Thank you for your help, sir. I am willing to repay your kindness by giving myself to you!"
"Bah, with your looks, are you worthy of being an imperial envoy? My lord, please take my sachet!"
"My, my!"
“…”
Murong Qingli, who was suddenly attacked, dodged around with a depressed look on his face, his face as black as charcoal.
It turns out that women out there are all so proactive and unrestrained?
If they want to express their gratitude, they can just say it. Why do they have to hit him with sachets and purses so violently?
Even Si Meiren had never hit him with a sachet.
Why should he be hit by these women?
"Master, umbrella." An Yi appeared and dropped an umbrella on Murong Qingli's head.
Successfully helped him block the sachets falling from the sky.
It also perfectly prevented the young, handsome, noble and arrogant Murong Qingli from jumping around and dodging on the spot, damaging his image.
"Yeah." Murong Qingli nodded and looked at An Yi with a hint of admiration.
Look, he is indeed worthy of being the secret guard that he values most recently.
How well I understand his thoughts.
Guo Fu, who was running over here and trying to block it with his body, suddenly said: "!!!"
Cou, how come An Yi is even more of a lackey than him?
Is this an attempt to steal his job?
gas!
"Hiss!" Guo Fu was feeling depressed when he suddenly felt his head hit by something hard, which hurt him a lot.
He couldn't help but bend down and pick up the purse that hit his head.
I opened it with great anticipation and took a look...
grass!
There were actually two stones inside.
Go to Temeow and your sincerity will work!!
He thought it would be silver, woooo.
It was a wrong payment after all!
Want to curse.
Who the hell is so hateful that he would throw stones at the head of a middle-aged man like him!
Still two!!!
Guo Fu felt that his aging heart had been hurt one after another today.
The two handsome imperial envoys opened their umbrellas to avoid being hit by their sachets and purses.
Completely isolate yourself from the second floor above.
The open windows on the second floor were closed one by one.
Murong Qingli and Feng Liuyu breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Women, so scary!
Especially a group of passionate women, it's simply deadly!
"Butler Guo, are you okay?" Murong Qingli glanced at Guo Fu's slightly wrinkled old face and asked.
"Thank you for your concern, Master. I am fine."
Huh? The master actually took the initiative to ask about his injury?
What does this mean?
This shows that he is still the most respected eunuch in his master's heart!
Hahaha, suddenly I’m not angry anymore.
After walking for about quarter of an hour, we arrived at the Wanxiang Tower in Guozhou City.
Vientiane Tower is the most obvious and unique building in Guozhou City.
The architectural style is simple and thick, majestic and spectacular, built with blue bricks, with an overall height of about 50 meters and a total of 12 floors.
The place chosen by Murong Qingli for sacrifice was exactly in front of the Wanxiang Tower in the south direction.
A simple sacrificial altar had been built there.
And many people came to watch after hearing the news.
Murong Qingli had already bathed and fasted in advance.
Now that he had stepped onto the built altar, he walked slowly and steadily towards the altar with a solemn expression.
Feng Liuyu followed closely behind.
“I pray to the gods and Buddhas to have mercy on us and save the poor peasants from famine…”
After finishing the brief prayer for rain, Murong Qingli bowed in the direction of the altar in a peaceful and elegant manner.
The onlookers were probably infected by the atmosphere on the scene, and they all knelt down and kowtowed with pious looks on their faces.
This was definitely the most crude sacrificial ceremony Murong Qingli had ever held since he became emperor.
But it was definitely the most pious time in his life.
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