In fact, it's no wonder Cui Yang thinks so.
After all, this rain is so strange!
As a direct descendant of the Cui family in Qinghe, he is also the fifth brother of Cui Yongping, the head of the Cui family.
It can be said that he is the leader of the blatant boycott of His Majesty Li Er in the DPRK. It is not surprising that he has such an idea.
When Cui Yang asked, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn.
If this guess is true, it means that all their plans and steps may have fallen into Li Er's control.
In this case, it is simply terrible!
Cui Yongping turned around and said flatly: "Fifth brother, absolutely not! The person who broke the news from the Taishi Bureau this time was a descendant of our Cui family in the Taishi Bureau."
"He saw Li Chunfeng with his own eyes and calculated for Li Junxian that it would never rain in the past month!"
"Li Chunfeng is an expert in the Taoist sect. Everyone must know his skills and he will never make mistakes!"
Cui Yang looked at the dark sky and said worriedly: "Brother, these dark clouds are really going to rain!"
"Yeah, there's no way it won't rain in this damn weather!"
Everyone also spoke in agreement.
For a moment, there was a lot of noise in the hall, and a depressing atmosphere filled the entire space.
This sudden change of events completely shattered everyone's plans.
Cui Yongping sat back at the seat, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He looked around the crowd and said calmly: "Don't panic, everyone. The situation is not desperate yet."
"So what if it rains? If it's just a short rain, it won't solve any big problem at all."
"Unless it rains for several consecutive days, Guanzhong's harvest this year will be almost zero."
"When the disaster strikes everywhere, the emperor will still want to help us."
"Even if we fail to force the emperor to issue an edict this time, it will make the emperor realize how powerful we noble families are, and it will also express our determination to resist."
"Besides, as long as Li Er wants to weaken the inherent privileges of our family, we will fight with him to the end."
Everyone was silent.
Of course they know to fight!
Isn't it because everyone realized that the emperor wanted to weaken the influence of the aristocratic family?
Once they don't resist, they will definitely be cannibalized step by step by the emperor, and they will have no choice but to be manipulated by the emperor.
Of course they wouldn't let this happen.
This involves a struggle for interests, and it cannot be just released.
Cui Yang frowned and asked, "Brother, of course everyone knows that we must fight to the end."
"It would be fine if the rain didn't fall. The emperor might not be so ruthless as to eradicate all our aristocratic families. He might even have to beg us."
"But if it rains, it means we were wrong to let the emperor issue an edict to sin against ourselves."
"In this way, the people will definitely support the emperor more in the future, and the emperor's prestige will definitely reach a higher level."
"At that time, if the emperor wants to find a reason to kill families like us, I'm afraid not many people will stand on our side..."
Zheng Kai, who had been silent all this time, said: "I'm not worried about what Cui Shilang said."
"After all, the emperor is still in his infancy and has to rely on our family to maintain the stability of the Tang Dynasty."
"So, the emperor will not dare to kill us in a short period of time."
"Now I'm worried about the people behind the scenes."
"It is said that this rain is caused by Fang Jun. This is the most worrying thing!"
"Yeah, I really don't know what that kid did, it's really hard to figure out!"
"Indeed, that kid used to be an ignorant stickman, but now he seems to have suddenly become enlightened. How strange!"
For a moment, everyone's attention turned to Fang Jun.
In their opinion, they had already secured victory, but everything was ruined by Fang Jun!
Hearing this, Cui Yongping also gritted his teeth: "Yes, that boy Fang Jun is indeed a bit evil. It is said that he even recited a poem in Lingyun Tower and was praised by Zhu Suiliang. Could it be that he suddenly enlightened?"
"Hmph, I don't care if he is enlightened or not. As long as he dares to be our enemy, he must be suppressed." Zheng Kai looked gloomy.
"Brother Zheng is right. The fact that the emperor has Fang Xuanling's help has already made us uncomfortable, but we cannot let Fang Jun grow up!"
"Haha, you don't need to be so afraid of Fang Jun. It is said that his poems in Lingyun Tower were written by others. In my opinion, the rain this time is just a blind cat that encountered a dead mouse. That’s all!”
Cui Yongping nodded: "Okay, then let's observe and see whether that kid is a dragon or an insect..."
"However, let's discuss how to deal with it now. If it rains, the emperor will definitely attack us in the court!"
…
Fang Jun didn't know that an artificial rainfall completely broke the balance between the family and the imperial power.
This rain is not only related to the right to speak and the rise and fall of aristocratic families, but also related to the life and death of countless people in Guanzhong.
This time, Fang Jun just wanted to cause some conflicts to break off the engagement, but he indirectly caught Li Er's eye.
It can be considered an accidental collision!
If you plant flowers intentionally, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will create shade.
Many times, this is the reality!
The clouds in the sky are getting darker and thicker, and the rain that the people of Guanzhong have been waiting for has finally arrived.
Perhaps, as long as this rain lasts for one or two days, the drought problem in Guanzhong can be completely solved.
…
Liang Guogong Mansion.
Fang Xuanling had just returned home from work. Not long after he sat down, he leaned on the couch and fell asleep.
The drought in Guanzhong during this period really tired him out.
In particular, his son Fang Jun made a promise in front of the emperor, which made him mentally and physically damaged.
If it doesn't rain in Guanzhong these days, the son will be punished by the emperor.
Even if it rains in Guanzhong, the son will be targeted by the family.
It can be said that no matter what the outcome is, his son Fang Jun has been entangled in the battle between the aristocratic family and the imperial power.
Of course, Fang Xuanling still hopes it will rain.
After all, this involves millions of people in Guanzhong.
But when he thought about his son's misbehavior at home these past two days, smearing things that looked like silver powder all over the talisman paper, he felt so unreliable!
But now the deal is done, he can only hope that his son can really move God and ask for rain.
"Master of the house, master of the house..."
Lu Zhong tiptoed to Fang Xuanling and called softly.
Fang Xuanling had always asked him to pay attention to the changes in the weather. Now that the wind was blowing and it was going to rain, he could only wake up Fang Xuanling.
Fang Xuanling opened her eyes dimly, rubbed her temples, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Reporting to the head of the family, it's going to rain outside..."
"Oh...what?"
Fang Xuanling suddenly woke up, stood up suddenly, and asked urgently: "Is it raining heavily?"
"It hasn't started raining yet, but the clouds are thick and it's likely to be a heavy rain!"
"Let's go outside and have a look..."
Fang Xuanling walked outside the hospital.
Sure enough, the sky was already completely dark.
It was obvious that a heavy rain would be inevitable.
Fang Xuanling was delighted.
As long as it rains, the people in Guanzhong will be saved.
"What time is it now?"
"Master, come home, the Youshi hour has just arrived!"
Hearing this, Fang Xuanling opened her mouth wide and was a little embarrassed.
But he heard from his son Fang Jun that it would rain in Guanzhong today at Youshi. Could it be that his son could really control the weather?
Then Fang Xuanling shook his head again.
Although it is speculated that the son may have hidden clumsiness, it is impossible for him to be so powerful.
If you can really control the weather, how is your son different from a god?
It seems that I really thought too much!
Fang Xuanling shook his head, and then said to Lu Zhong: "Prepare the carriage, I want to enter the palace!"
"promise!"
As soon as Fang Xuanling went out, heavy raindrops poured from the sky.
Even sitting in the carriage, Fang Xuanling could feel the shock of the heavy rain.
The carriage turned from Liang Guogong's Mansion to Zhuque Street and stopped soon.
Fang Xuanling couldn't help but ask: "Lu Zhong, why did you stop?"
"Master, someone is blocking the way!"
Fang Xuanling opened the curtain and stretched out his head to look.
It turned out that the broad Zhuque Street was already full of people.
These people party in the rain and don't mind getting wet.
You can even faintly hear the cheers of the crowd.
"Thank God, we don't have to starve to death now!"
"In my opinion, the person we should be most grateful to is Liang Guogong's second son. If it weren't for him, it wouldn't have rained in Guanzhong yet?"
"Yes, I heard that the consort is praying for rain in Mount Li at the moment. He must have moved God!"
"The Prince Consort is truly a living Bodhisattva!"
