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After drinking a few mouthfuls of water, Song Chuyi smacked his lips.

"What happens if it doesn't rain?"

"It will rain." Wen Renshu put the tea cup away, "I watched the sky at night, and it will rain in seven days."

Song Chuyi suddenly realized, "It turns out that you can also observe the sky at night."

As expected of a national master!

"What if it doesn't happen?" he asked.

Wenren Shu paused, and his eyes seemed to darken at this moment.

"Those ten boys and girls will be deemed to have offended God and will be sentenced to death to appease God's wrath."

Song Chuyi's hand holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake loosened.

"This...this is too cruel!"

Wen Renshu picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that fell on the stone table and fed it into his mouth.

A faint sweetness spreads between the lips and teeth.

It’s the sweetness that comes with osmanthus cake, and it’s also...

Wen Renshu's eyes fell on the little man, and a doubt arose in his heart.

Little man, is this really his imagination?

Can his imagination... really be so vivid?

Doubts arose in my heart, but I couldn't find the answer.

Song Chuyi was still complaining about this cruel system, "This is not the wrath of God, it's all about the weather!"

"Even if you look at the sky at night and predict that it will rain in seven days, you can't guarantee that it will be 100% accurate, right?"

No modern weather forecast can be guaranteed to be 100% accurate, let alone this ancient one.

God, it rains whenever he wants and does not change according to people's wishes.

"There is no guarantee." Wen Renshu explained in a low voice, "So every year during the sacrifices, the national master is under great pressure."

"My teacher counted me missing several times."

Every time he made a miscalculation, he had to watch those young boys and girls being executed.

After each time, the teacher's assumptions will get worse.

Perhaps because of this, every national preceptor did not live long.

The one who lived the longest was probably his teacher, who hanged himself at the age of thirty-five.

In the past, all the national masters were under thirty years old.

When Song Chu heard what Wen Renshu said, he continued to ask, "Do you think you missed it?"

"No." Wen Renshu shook his head gently.

"Brother Wenren, you are awesome!" Song Chuyi gave a thumbs up, "How awesome!"

Wen Renshu's lips curled up slightly, "I hope you can follow my wish this time."

Song Chuyi nodded heavily, "Definitely!"

In the next few days, apart from preparing for sacrifices, Wen Renshu accompanied Song Chuyi in the yard every day.

Until the night before the sacrifice, when I heard the book and watched the sky at night, I had a bad premonition in my heart.

That night, instead of going to the yard, he locked himself in his room alone all night.

In the yard, Song Chuyi was still eagerly waiting for Wen Renshu to come and play with him.

But until the morning sun rose, he was still nowhere to be seen.

The sound of bells came from far away, which seemed to mean the beginning of some mysterious sacrifice.

Song Chuyi had a bad premonition in his heart and quickly asked Xiao Tong in his mind.

[Xiaotong Xiaotong, will it rain in the Imperial City today? 】

Xiaotong: [No, host. 】

Song Chuyi: [Oops. 】

He flapped his little wings and flew out of the yard.

Xiaotong: [Host! Why did you get out of the yard? It will be discovered! 】

Song Chuyi carefully avoided the eunuchs and maids coming and going, while explaining: "I don't care about that much anymore." 】

[If it does not rain during the sacrifice, those boys and girls will be sentenced to death. 】

[Wen Renshu definitely doesn’t want to see anyone die because of him. 】

Xiaotong: [Host, be careful! Someone is coming from the left! 】

Song Chuyi dodged and hid behind the pillar, [Thank you, Xiaotong, do you know where the sacrifice will be held? 】

Xiaotong: [I know, host, I will show you the way! 】

Song Chuyi responded quickly and flew in the direction pointed by Xiao Tong.

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At the sacrificial ceremony, Wen Renshu stood in the center wearing the robe of a national master.

There was no one else within five hundred meters of the circular building with him as the center.

During the sacrifice, only the national master can communicate with the god's mind, and only the national master can see the face of the god.

Even the emperor could only stand on the platform five hundred meters away and wait.

The carefully selected boys and girls have been washed clean and put on special Taoist uniforms.

They need to start from one side when the sky is closed with dark clouds, and walk around the circular platform until the rain stops or they reach the center of the circular platform.

It usually rains for half an hour, and half an hour is enough for them to reach the center of the round platform.

No one else is allowed to leave during this period.

Even the emperor had to get wet.

Of course, in the eyes of everyone, this is a gift from God, a gift from God.

And it must be rained during this sacrificial ceremony, and raining at other times and places does not count.

Therefore, only relatives of the emperor and important officials of the court can enter here every year.

Ordinary civilians can't get wet even if they want to.

Today's sacrificial ceremony was hosted by Wen Renshu himself. Although they were far away and no one could see what the imperial master was doing, they were all waiting for the rain to fall.

Although the sky is bright and sunny now, it doesn't look like it will rain.

If it doesn't rain, then this time the boys and girls cannot dissatisfy God, they will also be punished, and even the entire dynasty will be punished.

Everyone was anxious and anxious, unwilling to see another possibility besides rain.

In the center of the round platform, Wen Renshu lit three sticks of incense and inserted them into the blast furnace.

The hot wind blows, making it warm and dry.

Wen Renshu stood quietly, his hands hanging on his sides.

He knew very well that there would be no rain today.

In the fifth year of becoming a national preceptor, he finally embarked on the path of becoming a national preceptor.

Wrong speculation about God's will.

The picture in front of me gradually became distorted, and I felt depressed.

What is the need for a dynasty like this that is full of lies to exist?

"Brother Wenren!"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Wen Renshu's ears.

Wen Renshu suddenly came back to his senses, and the figure of the little man slowly appeared in his pupils.

He swooped over and there seemed to be a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Wen Renshu moved his fingertips, as if he didn't expect the little man to appear outside the yard.

Did his imagination really get worse?

Song Chu gasped for air, "How is praying for rain now?"

Wen Renshu knew that the arrival of the little man would not change the result, but he still explained aloud:

"It won't rain today."

Song Chuyi:! ! !

really!

[Xiao Tong, is there any way to make it rain? 】

Xiao Tong: [Host, there is nothing we can do. 】

Song Chuyi slowly clenched his fists, [No, it must rain today. 】

He glanced up at the sky.

The sun is hot and the air is dry.

He was flying in mid-air, his transparent little wings trembling slightly.

The light brown pupils deepened in an instant, turning into a rich brown color.

The sky suddenly darkened, and it struck violently without warning.

Wen Renshu stared at this scene blankly, hearing the little man's firm voice.

"Brother Wenren."

"It will rain today."

There was a thunder in the sky.