Don't be crazy, don't wear fast

Chapter 426 The Black Sword Spirit of the Wasted Prince (28)
Of course, even though the empress dowager loves the deposed prince very much, she still has less affection than the emperor.

After all, the emperor is the one who brought her a noble status and inexhaustible glory and wealth.

This time she heard the news and came here, although she wanted to avenge the deposed prince, but her real purpose was still for the rain.

"This time Aijia came here and I don't want to tell you anything else. I believe you know many things better than Aijia. This time I just want to give you something."

The queen mother said, taking a robe from the hand of the maid.

"It is said that this is the royal robe of the founding majesty. After wearing it, you can have very extraordinary abilities. But it can only be worn by qualified and capable people. There is no way for ordinary people to wear it. The emperor can try to use this A robe may make this matter pass smoothly."

The emperor took the robe hesitantly.

It looks quite thick, but it feels extremely thin and light, and it really doesn't look like an imitation.

But to say that this is His Majesty's clothes, the emperor still has some doubts in his heart.

Not to mention how many years have passed, things are probably rotten by now.

He still doesn't quite believe that just a robe can work or something.

But the queen mother took it so easily, and he would not bend his mother's heart, so he readily accepted it: "I know. Don't worry, the queen mother, I know it well."

That night, just as the emperor wanted to rest, he heard a report from someone outside that Master Mingde had come.

Master Mingde is the presiding mage of Kuye Temple, and he is also quite famous in the Xianling Dynasty.

This time, he was specially invited here in a hurry, and it was also because of his reputation.

After finding the man, he used the fastest horse to send him to the capital in the shortest time.

When the emperor heard that a capable mage had finally arrived, he didn't rest immediately. He asked someone to dress him up and went to see the mage who came overnight.

Master Mingde looks more than 40 years old, but many people say that he has been like this for decades, and no one can say exactly how old he is.

It is also because of this that he has always had a great reputation, and people like to ask him for advice and help when they encounter problems.

The emperor had heard of his name before, but this was the first time he had seen him with his own eyes.

Seeing that he was indeed as pure and immortal as in the legend, my trust in him increased by two points.

"Master Mingde, I believe you understand the reason for inviting you here this time. I just want to ask, can the clouds and rain in the sky dissipate?"

Master Mingde closed his eyes, did some calculations in his mind, and then said solemnly: "This rain has a lot of origins, and I'm afraid it's not something that ordinary people can make it disappear."

As for the origin, the emperor knew very well that it was the daring fifteenth prince who colluded with demons to cause this disaster, but now is not the time to care about him.

This account will always be settled in the future.

"The mage also saw that the continuous heavy rain caused the people to suffer. The crops in the field were all flooded, and it is not known what will happen in the harvest season.

If it continues, not to mention starving, even life may be lost.

In addition, you look at the demons flying in mid-air, what should they do if they make trouble?

I also ask the mage to show me a clear way for the sake of the common people. "

Master Mingde said indifferently: "Your Majesty actually doesn't need to be too uneasy. The so-called untie the bell requires the person who tied the bell. As long as your Majesty finds the culprit, it should not be difficult to deal with this matter.

In addition, according to the divination by the poor monk, there are nobles in the capital.If you can ask this person to help, you will be able to survive this disaster safely. "

"Your Excellency?" Hearing this word, the emperor felt a sudden "thump" in his heart.

The culprit, he didn't want to, because that child couldn't die yet.

But nobles can have this!

So he quickly asked: "Master, who is the noble person you are talking about? Or can you tell me where he is, so that I can send someone to invite him here."

Master Mingde smiled and shook his head: "Your Majesty, it's not that the poor monk didn't want to tell, but that the nobleman had strong people to help cover up the secret, and it's impossible to guess with the poor monk's strength."

The emperor looked at him hesitantly, he was a strong man, he was covering up secrets, and he was unable to speculate...

Isn't this old man fooling him?
How can there be so many strong people?
If it is really strong enough to cover up the secrets of heaven, then it is not a strongman, but a god, right?

Although he didn't speak out his complaints, the mage still felt the change in his mood.

He is not annoyed, because he knows that anyone who puts this matter on will have the same feeling.

What the hell is going on?Although he doesn't know the whole truth, he can also perceive some from divination.

"Your Majesty, the only thing this poor monk can say is that there is a god standing three feet above his head, and going against the sky is not the right way after all."

The emperor's face darkened, and he always felt that he was blaming himself.

But he would definitely not admit it, and at the same time, he didn't really want to continue talking with this mage.

So he said lightly: "It's getting late at night, the mage should go to rest first, and we can talk about the rest tomorrow." He left first.

Seeing his leaving back, Master Mingde sighed, and followed the servant leading the way to the resting place without saying much.

The emperor returned to the palace, lying on the dragon bed, tossing and turning very hard.

The more he thought about the mage's words, the more uncomfortable he felt. No matter what he heard, he felt that the mage's words were secretly mocking himself.

Said that he did not bring out the real culprit, but found a scapegoat, and wanted to shirk this matter.

Thinking of this, he suddenly slapped his forehead, remembering that he still had a lot to say to the mage.

Originally, I wanted to ask about the monsters that were still flying around in the sky, but I didn't expect to be annoyed by the mage's few words first.

Fortunately, there will be a few mages who will arrive one after another in the future, so I will ask other people when the time comes.

This mage Mingde may have some skills, but his words are really not flattering. I hope the mages invited next can give him some useful ideas.

The next day, the fifth day of torrential rain.

The dark clouds in the sky are still thick and depressing.

The demons flying in the air are still hovering above people's heads.

If there is any change, it is that the faces of these monsters are getting clearer.

Those blue skins and white teeth are all truly reflected in people's eyes, and it also makes everyone who sees their faces shudder and shudder.

The most uncomfortable thing is the anxiety of not knowing when the knife will fall on the neck.

Under such pressure, many people have a lot of psychological shadow.

(End of this chapter)