I am not Song Qinzong

Yu Shen and Feng Xizai smiled at each other, but they didn't speak, they only praised Cai Jing in their hearts.

Fan Zhixu was worried, he just stood near the emperor and couldn't invite anyone to confide in him.

Outside, other people who just came to show off their presence had no scruples and whispered to each other.

"Originally, Cai Jing framed Lin Lingsu, but he was turned into an army. Who would have thought that Lin Lingsu would give up the fight and drag the prince into trouble."

"The national teacher has great magic power. In the battle in the palace the year before last, his breath turned into ice, and he survived the fire. He is extremely miraculous."

"Hey, breath turns into ice, who doesn't know that saltpeter is used? As for the reason why the fire is unharmed, I don't know, it is similar to freezing with saltpeter."

"That's right, I'm praying for the rain to stop this time. Do you really think that the national teacher is the Emperor of Heaven and the God of Jiuxiao, and he will stop as soon as he says it will stop?"

"Not necessarily. After all, the crown prince is destined to belong to heaven. It cannot be said..."

"The official is still the emperor. If it works, just issue an imperial decree. Why is it so troublesome?"

Amid all the commotion, a sacrificial altar had already been set up on the top of the city.

It's just that the starry yellow flags planted all around were all wet by the rain, and they were stuck on the flagpoles dejectedly, without any power at all.

On the stage, 49 Taoist priests wielded mahogany swords, walked in strange steps, and sang non-stop.

It was just humming, but covered by the sound of rain, I didn't know what I was singing at all.

Zhao Huan didn't care about everything in the unexpected world at all, he just calmed down and waited for the so-called auspicious time.

Of course he doesn't believe in magic, but he believes in Lin Lingsu.

Those who dare to conspire to drug the emperor, there is nothing to believe.

So here comes the question, how is Lin Lingsu not afraid of messing up?

There is only one explanation. This guy is not only a Taoist priest, but also a meteorologist. He must have predicted that the heavy rain will stop by some means.

Such a talent can be a professor and open a meteorological school.

Lin Lingsu must be 100% sure that he can boldly arrange for the prince.

This is simply, even more awesome than the weather forecast of later generations.

With the advancement of science and technology in later generations, the weather forecast is not 100% accurate.

It can only be said that local methods may not work, but they have not been used scientifically.

When Zhao Huan secretly arranged Lin Lingsu's future, Lin Lingsu moved.

"Mr. Dao, the auspicious time has come, please give me the incense!" Lin Lingsu said with a slap in the face.

Zhao Ji nodded and waved, "Yes!"

Immediately, a servant came over holding the imperial incense.

Zhao Huan took it and unpacked it.

The three middle finger-thick sandalwoods glowed with a faint black light.

According to Lin Lingsu's arrangement, the prince also needs to do it himself to light the incense.

Fortunately, the gunpowder of the whale oil candle was strong enough to successfully ignite the three incense sticks.

Suddenly, a delicate fragrance filled the nostrils.

Looking at the big raindrops outside, Zhao Huan couldn't help worrying whether he would be wiped out if he walked out like this.

It's just that when things come to an end, it is absolutely impossible to stop.

Fortunately, it's nothing to worry about.

The raindrops on people feel confused, but not many raindrops fall on Yuxiang.

The most important thing is that the quality of Yuxiang is very good, not only does it not absorb water, but it is also very hot.

Thinking about it, Zhao Huan laughed dumbly.

At this time, I still have the heart to think about these things.

Gathering his mind, Zhao Huan walked steadily towards the altar.

At this time, the 49 Taoist priests had stopped the dance of the gods, and each stood in a certain position.

Under the guidance of Lin Lingsu, Zhao Huan came to the incense cauldron and inserted the incense stick respectfully.

Lin Lingsu didn't have any specific arrangements, but just asked him to worship.

Zhao Huan took advantage of taking two steps back, and decided to imitate Zhao Ji's etiquette when offering sacrifices to heaven.

Anyway, free play is just a form.

With his mind set, Zhao Huan knelt down and bowed to the sky outside the city.

Kneeling three times and bowing nine times, the ceremony is completed in an instant.

It rained heavily.

The dark clouds lingered, and the sky remained gloomy.

Zhao Huan was drenched all over, and his heart was cold.

Judging from this appearance, it doesn't look like it is going to stop, at least not for a while.

The worship to stop the rain failed, although Lin Lingsu would be unlucky, and Zhao Huan would also be implicated.

Who made Lin Lingsu utter wild words, saying that the prince is a moral model and a destiny.

If Zhao Ji is left with the concept that the prince is not a man of destiny, he will be finished immediately.

As time passed, the people in the city became agitated.

"Hey, let's just say that Lin Lingsu is a deceitful person."

"Perhaps it's because the prince has no virtue, so Huangtian didn't respond."

"It could be both."

Hearing the messy discussions around, Zhao Huan panicked.

Hold on!