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Chapter 186 The storm is coming

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    Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan arrived under the high platform.

    " Then I heard Li Chaowen crying loudly, and he lost all his demeanor as a Taoist.

    Fang Jifan rolled his eyes, went up and kicked him, stared at him with a pair of clear eyes, and reprimanded angrily.

    "You have no future, but you are also my nephew, so you are in disgrace."

    Li Chaowen immediately stopped crying and couldn't help but take a deep breath. He seemed to know that at this point today, everyone on the left and right was dead.

    He sobbed and looked up at the sky, only to see that the sun was still hot and poisonous.

    How could it rain on a day like this!

    I'm afraid I'll die

    Li Chaowen was devastated again, but at this time he seemed to understand that he could only give it a try.

    Finally, at Fang Jifan¡¯s signal, a guard at the back untied him, and the eunuchs hurriedly put him in Taoist robes and a mahogany sword.

    However, a kind-hearted imperial guard patted his shoulder sympathetically and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, God is above and will bless you"

    Li Chaowen glanced at the guard gratefully.

    Fang Jifan's ears were pointed and he couldn't help but feel irritated. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's organizational skills were not good. The time was almost here and there were still so many mistakes. He looked at the guard who was comforting Li Chaowen and asked in a cold voice: "What's your name?"  "

    The guard had no choice but to say with a grimace: "I'm humble, Xiao Jingteng."

    Fang Jifan was happy: "This is a good name, good luck and good fortune, Xiao Jingteng, I admire you very much, come here, tie him up, hang him under the altar, pray that it won't rain, and burn him to sacrifice to heaven."

    "Ah" When Xiao Jingteng heard this, she almost fainted, and quickly begged for mercy with a trembling voice: "I have an eighty-year-old mother, and I have"

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

    People around him took a breath of cold air.

    Fang Jifan folded his hands and said nothing, looking absolutely merciless.

    But deep down in his heart, Fang Jifan knew that it was necessary for him to do this!

    This is an insurance policy that Fang Jifan thought of. Xiao Jingteng is a military attach¨¦ of the Imperial Guard. If it really doesn't rain, His Highness the Prince will be furious and will definitely burn Li Chaowen. However, if a military attache of the Imperial Guard is also hanging on a high platform, it will be different.  , the guards who get the order will definitely try their best to plead for mercy.

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

    Fang Jifan still has a very professional ethics. Who taught us that Fang Jifan always stands on the side of justice and never bullies the weak?

    Xiao Jingteng cried profusely and shouted for mercy, but as a last resort, she was hanged up by Paoze who looked embarrassed.

    Fang Jifan pursed his lips towards Li Chaowen and reminded him with a smile.

    "Nephew, come on stage quickly. It's getting late. I believe you will get rain!"

    Fang Jifan remembered that the recorded rain time was at noon, but he didn¡¯t know what time it was at noon.

    At this moment, Li Chaowen didn¡¯t cry anymore, but he didn¡¯t have any look on his face. He started to take the stage with his head hanging down, and stumbled onto the high platform. Then, his eyes went straight and he almost fainted.

    The wind on the high platform was strong, causing his robe to bulge. He was so scared that he peed because he was afraid of heights.

    Looking down again, you can see the crowds of people below. Looking from a distance, there are countless people flowing outside the high wall of the East Palace.

    Li Chaowen's face turned sallow, his arms and legs trembled, and then he began to cry loudly.

    The platform is high, but because it is too high and the wind is strong above, the people below cannot hear the loud crying and howling clearly, and they think they are chanting sutras.

    Fang Jifan raised his neck and said to Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness, look at my nephew, do you have the demeanor of a living god?"

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

    "You have to have confidence." Fang Jifan pretended to have the pearl of wisdom in his hand, but uhactually he felt guilty.

    The drought of more than two months has already made people impetuous.

    It's okay in the city, but farmers outside the city have already lost their harvest and are worried about how they will survive the new year with an empty stomach at the end of the year.

    Looking at the cracked land, fighting for a water source sometimes even leads to hundreds of people fighting, and it is not uncommon for seven or eight young men to die at one time.

    People are like this. Once they despair, they naturally feel that the court and government are to blame.

    Outside the East Palace, many people just huggedsp; But this cry of God attracted everyone¡¯s attention.

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

    His Highness the Crown Prince's tears were already flowing down his face.

    He was born with the potential to be nominated for an Academy Award.

    He continued to beat his chest, and there was a loud banging sound in his chest.

    "Don't stop me!"

    He roared.

    Fang Jifan hugged Zhu Houzhao without hesitation and comforted him heartbreakingly: "Your Highness, don't be impulsive."

    Zhu Houzhao's tearful eyes were blurred, and he shouted hysterically: "The heaven is unkind and treats all things as rotten dogs. Now for more than two months, there is no harvest, and the disaster is so serious. As the prince, I cannot share the worries of my father."  , I can¡¯t sympathize with the people. I can¡¯t pray for rain today. I might as well die cleanly. Fang Jifan, don¡¯t stop me. I will die die die"

    This word "death" has been delayed for five syllables, and the final sound is lingering and unwilling to disperse.

    "Your Highness" Fang Jifan hugged Zhu Houzhao tightly: "Your Highness, don't be impulsive. Don't be impulsive. If you have anything to say, please say it nicely!"

    Zhu Houzhao was like a wild bull, and Fang Jifan almost got away from him several times.  But if he really wanted to break away, it would be a waste. Could Zhu Houzhao wait for Fang Jifan, let Fang Jifan hug him again, and then continue to seek death?

    Fang Jifan also hugged Zhu Houzhao tightly with all his strength, but he couldn't help but curse silently in his heart: "This is too serious!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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