Hearing the old man's question, Cui Fanbo replied: "Master, I think our chances of winning this time are still very good. It is said that in order to fool the emperor, that boy Yang Fan asked thousands of people from the left and right guards to come out."
"However, from the intelligence, we know that these people are just engaging in some tricks of deception and abduction!"
Cui Yongping also quickly said: "Yes, Master, we have been keeping an eye on Yang Fan, and we haven't found anything strange at all."
"It's been two days since the bet. As long as it doesn't rain tomorrow, the emperor will naturally compromise with us. Then the five surnames will naturally respect my Cui family."
After hearing the words of the two men, the old man was not excited. Instead, he said cautiously: "Although the information is almost the same as what you said, the Zhongyi Marquis is so weird that we have no choice but to do something."
"Now that we have made a bet, let's proceed as planned. Don't worry, everyone, I have arranged some plans. Even if we fail, we will not be completely defeated."
"However, we should do less of this kind of thing. If we lose this bet, the emperor will find out about us and the family will be plunged into a desperate situation."
"No!" Everyone in the Cui family replied in unison.
All parties were making their own plans, and for a while the city of Chang'an was in turmoil.
As time passed, the first day passed quickly, and there was no movement from Yang Fan. His Majesty Li Er was indeed a little flustered!
He was really afraid that this bet would fail, and His Majesty Li Er was a little angry!
He was unhappy, and naturally he couldn't see others being happy, so he planned to find Yang Fan and ask again what was going on.
Arriving in front of the emperor, Yang Fan had no choice but to reply calmly: "Wei Chen knows that Your Majesty is in urgent need, and I am very grateful for Your Majesty's trust in Wei Chen... However, if Your Majesty does not trust us, then find another expert, otherwise, prepare quickly."
Praying for rain..."
After hearing Yang Fan's words, His Majesty Li Er was so angry that his nose almost became crooked!
Don't believe you?
If you don’t believe me, I’d have your head chopped off a long time ago!
Why are you making a lot of nonsense now?
Why don't you just tell me directly that such a big battle is just nonsense!
Although Li Er knew that people could not have the ability to control the wind and rain.
But Li Er still had some expectations in his heart, hoping that Yang Fan could give him a big surprise.
After all, His Majesty Li Er really doesn't want to give in to those wealthy and aristocratic families that bore him so much.
However, now that Yang Fan has done nothing, he still feels a little disappointed.
"Ask for rain? Marquis Zhongyi, this may not be useful, right? According to my uncle's observation, it is unlikely to rain in the past few days. Although there may be some clouds, it is impossible to rain at all."
"Hey, since you ask for rain, it's better for our Taoist sect to bear the responsibility."
Li Chunfeng on the side finally couldn't help but spoke, frowning and interjecting.
He doesn't care about any struggle, he is only interested in astronomy and geography.
When I heard His Majesty Li Er say that Yang Fan could control the wind and rain, I was very interested.
If His Majesty Li Er hadn't blocked it, Li Chunfeng would have gone to Yang Fan long ago.
If they pray for rain, they often participate in it, but it is never as easy as Yang Fan said.
Because he knows all the ways inside.
Throughout the dynasties, there have been various forms of praying for rain, but the most authoritative ones are still the Taoist rain-praying ceremonies. Unfortunately, these are all deceptive.
Moreover, the Taoists are the most vocal, and praying for rain is their specialty.
More importantly, he wanted to repay Yang Fan's kindness.
Although His Majesty Li Er was very unhappy, he still said: "You kid... Hey, forget it, Taoist priest is right. The steps in this matter are complicated. You are young and young, so it is inevitable that you will not be thorough. It would be safer for Taoist Li to preside over it."
"
His Majesty Li Er has always respected Li Chunfeng. After all, he is a talented and capable person.
Yang Fan couldn't explain clearly, so he had to explain: "Wei Chen should do it by himself. Aren't we afraid that Master Li will be involved in secular affairs and delay his cultivation?"
Li Chunfeng said in a strange tone: "Since the last deduction for Marquis Zhongyi hurt my foundation, is it possible that Marquis Zhongyi thinks that a poor Taoist can still prove the Dao?"
"Besides, Pindao serves as the Taishi Ling and is surrounded by secular affairs. It's okay not to mention this cultivation!"
Yang Fan was speechless. Although this guy was famous, he was so unsightly!
Didn't he hear his own words of rejection, so he had no choice but to say: "A Taoist priest with such vast magical powers and extraordinary talents like Li Taishi should pursue the supreme state of refining Qi, transforming Qi into spirit, and finally forming a golden elixir.
?”
Li Chunfeng was startled by Yang Fan's words, his face changed drastically, and he asked anxiously: "Marquis Zhongyi is really brilliant, every word is an untold secret of Taoist practice?"
But Yang Fan couldn't bear to look directly at him. He casually said something about secrets that were not told. Isn't it too ridiculous?
Just these few sentences, in future generations, it will almost ruin the streets, okay?
Every cultivation novel is written like this.
However, Yang Fan immediately reacted.
This was the Tang Dynasty, where information transmission was extremely slow and information sources were extremely scarce.
In later generations, a casual search on the Internet will reveal countless Taoist cultivation classics, but there are none now.
Because of the backwardness of knowledge and the problem of the ancients cherishing their brooms, so-called Taoism is the same.
For such secrets as cultivation, not a single word will be passed on to anyone else.
Yang Fan realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he had to hide it awkwardly: "Uh, Director Li, I just heard about it, haha!"
Li Chunfeng obviously didn't believe it and stared at Yang Fan suspiciously.
After all, Yang Fan had spoken out many of the sacred explanations of the Taoist ancestors.
When he looked at Yang Fan and felt like he was going crazy, His Majesty Li Er said: "Well, Daozhang Li, didn't you say that Uncle Ling is also in the capital? If it's too late, if not, I'll let Uncle Ling co-host with you and Marquis Zhongyi.
How about this rain praying ceremony to increase the chance of rain?"
Yang Fan was startled, but he behaved obediently!
I don't like dealing with these old fools the most.
Li Chunfeng alone made himself nervous, fearing that his tail would be exposed.
If he worked with Yuan Tiangang, who was even more awesome than Li Chunfeng, wouldn't his true form be revealed in a matter of seconds?
Ever since the last time he boasted, Yang Fan had deliberately avoided meeting this awesome guy.
Fortunately, Li Chunfeng shook his head and said: "Your Majesty, I was watching the sky one night. Recently, the clouds have condensed and the stars have become dim. There may be rain... But my uncle thinks it is impossible... Ahem, we have different opinions, so it is impossible for him to come to preside over the prayer for rain.
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His Majesty Li Er only listened to the first half and was overjoyed: "Li Taishi, is there really a chance of rain?"
Li Chunfeng sighed: "Wei Chen only observed that the clouds were condensing, which is a precursor to rainfall, but I dare not say whether it will rain or when it will rain."
His Majesty Li Er was a little disappointed, but Yang Fan was overjoyed!
The old farmer also said that there are signs of cloud gathering in the near future, and now Li Chunfeng said so again, I guess there must be some basis for it.
Even if it doesn't rain, there will definitely be more and more clouds gathering, and artificial rainfall will greatly increase the probability of rainfall!
If there is another southeasterly wind with moisture and more clouds, it will be perfect!
Seeing that there was no result, Li Er could only take one step at a time.
Obviously, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment...
On Yang Fan's side, in order to deal with Li Chunfeng's entanglement, he could only throw him a book containing some advanced mathematics and calculus, and he was able to escape.
Two days have passed since the three-day appointment, and the weather is still sunny. Although there are some clouds, there is no sign of rain at all.
Yang Fan had been watching at the top of the mountain, sighing with a sad face.
Even if clouds can produce artificial rainfall, they will not be able to solve the problem of drought.
Yang Fan not only wants to win the bet, but also wants to truly solve the problem of spring plowing.
What's more, he was also afraid that His Majesty Li Er would use the butcher's knife.
Since His Majesty Li Er intervened that day, he has allowed Yang Fan to do whatever he wants. He only sent Li Chunfeng over and ignored the rest.
But Yang Fan knew that the entire Guanzhong troops were being mobilized frequently.
Obviously, His Majesty Li Er has prepared for the worst. If the family presses him hard, he will launch a thunderous strike at any time!
Those aristocratic families seem to be doing nothing, but they will definitely not sit still and wait for death.
A series of turbulent undercurrents are surging underground in Chang'an City, just waiting to break through the ground. They are waiting for the moment of His Majesty Li Er's failure!
Li Chunfeng, a talented person, was impressed by Yang Fan's "Advanced Mathematics" and became a complete fan of Yang Fan.
He just stayed in Yang Fan's barracks and refused to move, asking for help on some math problems at any time.
This guy annoys Yang Fan a lot, but he doesn't dare to offend him...
How could Yang Fan care about him?
If you don't gather the clouds, you will have no choice but to fire!
Even if you can win and cannot solve the problem of spring plowing, what if you win?
On the contrary, it will make the family even more unscrupulous.
I have to say that the things I have to deal with this time are not small!
The "artillery" transported from Junyangfang has arrived at fixed locations, covering almost every hilltop.
And the plan to ask His Majesty Li Er to pray for rain has become a laughing stock in Guanzhong.
Each mountaintop location was surrounded by the Imperial Guards on the left and right, and it was impossible to tell why.
No one could see Yang Fan's intentions.
Ignorant people took it as a laughing stock, while thoughtful people took it for granted that Yang Fan was covering for His Majesty Li Er to attract the attention of the world.
The next day, it was still sunny and sunny...
Li Er stared blankly at the gorgeous sunset on the horizon, silent.
Is this thief really not giving me a chance?
If you ask for rain tomorrow, even if it doesn't rain, are you so stingy that you won't even give it a cloudy day?
Even if it doesn’t rain, at least it gives a good sign!
Natural disasters are ruthless, do you really want to let yourself go on a killing spree?
Are you just waiting to see the world become turbulent and blood flowing like a river to be happy?
With great depression, His Majesty Li Er fell asleep!
On Yang Fan's side, Li Chunfeng came to see him again, and had to give the guy a few glasses of wine before falling asleep.
In the dream, he returned to his time, with planes in the sky pouring dry ice, and rain and cannons rumbling on the ground.
Cannonballs filled with silver iodide flew into the sky and exploded in the clouds.
After a while, a heavy downpour fell from the sky, and the raindrops washed the dry earth and moistened the withered seedlings.
…
A loud shout suddenly rang in his ears, instantly waking Yang Fan up from his dream.
Mi Mi narrowed her eyes, turned over and wiped the horizontal knife on the wall, intending to cut into pieces the guy who disturbed her dreams.
But after a while, he realized that he didn't carry the expensive horizontal sword with him.
When I woke up, I saw a Taoist priest dancing at the door of his barracks.
Yang Fan blinked in confusion, what are you doing?
Dance master?
"The wind is blowing, the clouds are gathering..."
When the Taoist priest's shout came to his ears, Yang Fan was stunned, jumped up from the bed, and stared at Li Chunfeng: "Is this true?"
Li Chunfeng was very excited: "Don't believe it? Come out and see for yourself!"
Of course you have to see it for yourself, do you think I will believe you, a bastard?
Yang Fan didn't have time to put on his clothes. When he reached the door, he looked up.
Thick clouds covered the stars and moon, and the sky was gray.
The clouds are so heavy that it feels like you can reach it at your fingertips!
A gust of cool wind blew past me, making the pine forest on the top of the mountain chirp.
Southeast wind!
Yang Fan only felt that the wind carrying the southern moisture was soothing to his whole body, and he looked up to the sky and laughed.
I was so happy that I no longer wanted to stop on the mountain to observe, nor did I want to accompany this crazy Taoist priest directly back to the mansion.
Because I had a few too many drinks, I don’t know if it’s true to say that people have sex after drinking, but a moderate amount of alcohol can really stimulate sex.
"Mr. Lang... spare Meiniang!" Wu Meiniang was lying on the bed, her graceful body soft and weak.
This made Yang Fan extremely depressed, and now he had no choice but to shoot.
Yang Fan said with a grimace: "What should I do in this situation?"
Wu Meiniang almost cried.
The husband obviously did it on purpose.
Fengqing Wanzai gave Yang Fan a white look, and almost caused thunder and fire again.
After cleaning up, Wu Meiniang lay on Yang Fan's chest and listened to the strong heartbeat.
Yang Fan stroked the smooth skin with his big hands, feeling the jade-like touch, and asked: "Where did Minyue and the others go?"
Wu Meiniang drew circles with her small hands and opened her red lips slightly: "The Dragon Boat Festival will be in two days. Sisters and the others will go to Junyangfang to see my mother. If you are not worried, my husband, Mei Niang, will also go tomorrow."
Yang Fan said a little strangely: "Why don't you take her over to celebrate the festival together?"
Wu Meiniang was overjoyed and said expectantly: "Husband, is this really okay?"
Yang Fan nodded without hesitation.
Wu Meiniang was so moved by this operation that she became as pretty as fire and as tender as water.
Yang Fan stroked her lovingly with his big hands...
Wu Meiniang resisted the temptation, pushed Yang Fan's big hand away, and asked worriedly: "Husband, will it really rain tomorrow? The drought is too serious, and now spring plowing has stopped!"
Yang Fan chuckled: "Don't you believe that your husband is not successful? Where have I ever fought a battle that I was not sure about?"
"Isn't it windy? As long as there are wind and clouds, I can make it rain."
"Not only can it rain this time, but it can also solve the problem of people's spring plowing?"
"How should Mei Niang be rewarded for such a great achievement?"
Wu Meiniang rolled her eyes: "Husband, if you want a reward, you should go to His Majesty. What does it have to do with Meiniang? This world is not mine, so what does it have to do with me, a little girl?"
Yang Fan chuckled: "Why is it none of Mei Niang's business? If you say that, my little brother will be unhappy!"
After saying that, he pounced forward again, and his movements made Yue Guang shrink back a lot.