After being reborn, I became a scumbag and his aunt

Chapter 385 Blood Sacrifice: Blood of the Prince (Part [-])
Zhao Chengyuan added some soup to her, and said with a smile, "Yuming Mansion is not far from Jinzhou, and there is something strange about Yuming Mansion. He pretended to be a Taoist priest to find out the news. Afterwards, he came to the capital to report, and he got such an errand."

Han Youning glanced at him and said angrily, "My lord didn't tell me a long time ago, which made me worry for so long."

Zhao Chengyuan smiled, "It's all irrelevant, so I didn't mention it to you."

He paused, "You don't have to worry, even if the prince guesses that you told me about the previous life, it's okay. You don't have to be afraid of him, and you don't have to worry that something will happen to me."

She was reborn with emotional wounds, the past was too unforgettable.He was reluctant to mention the prince in front of You Ning, and he did not want to remind her of the prince.He hoped that You Ning could treat the prince as an ordinary person, without hatred, other considerations, or joy.

Han Youning looked at the exiled immortal in front of him, with the cool moonlight covering his body, and his eyebrows and eyes were like the black color of distant mountains.All the fireworks in his body were caused by her. He had love, desire, and jealousy.

Those past events have left too many traces, which cannot be completely wiped out in anyone's heart.Including Zhao Chengyuan.

Han Youning said, "I'm not afraid of him, I just don't want the prince to be passive."

Zhao Chengyuan rubbed her head, smiled gently, "Okay. Let's eat."

There was a little more smile between his brows and eyes.He really likes to hear her talk about his love, but the little girl doesn't talk too much on weekdays.

He knew that she had been in love with Zhao Chen, but he didn't know how deep it was.He couldn't help but want to compare, he or Zhao Chen, whose affection she has more affection for.She has more affection for him now, whether she has more affection for her brother, or more affection for a man and a woman.

These emotions of worrying about gain and loss, which were impossible to appear before, would pop up from time to time to distract him for a while.

He looked down at the little girl's bulging cheeks, every movement.With a round face and round eyes, looking up at him suspiciously, it is really cute.

"My lord?"

Zhao Chengyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, picked up the chopsticks and ate.
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Half a month passed quickly.

On February [-], when the dragon raises its head, it is the day when the whole country respects the dragon and prays for rain for a good harvest.

Early in the morning, the drizzle began to float, and the people jumped for joy. It rained on February [-], which meant that there would be no shortage of rain in the following spring days.Spring plowing in February needs rain to nourish it most.

Emperor Qingming stood in the Phoenix Tower, looking at the capital under the slanting wind and drizzle, the spring was hazy and full of vitality.But worried, not half happy.

Even though it was raining in the capital city, the Yuming Mansion, which was two thousand miles away to the southwest, was already shaking the earth and shaking the mountains, with strong winds and torrential rains?

Wu Banxian was holding a box of snacks, leaning on the railing to eat leisurely, and said vaguely, "It will take three or four days for the news from Yuming Mansion to come. It's useless for the emperor to be anxious now."

Emperor Qingming pursed his lips, how could he not be in a hurry, if this natural disaster came true, then what if the next one fell on the empress?The queen escaped once or twice, will God have mercy on her again?
He turned his head and asked Wu Banxian, "How is your Taoism recovering? Maybe the mission hall has been relieved?"

Wu Banxian clutched his chest and said weakly, "Poverty Dao is still very weak, let's wait until the news comes from Yuming Mansion in a few days. At that time, divination must be more certain."

The original words of King Jin are: Without the shock of a real disaster, the emperor will not be anxious, will not really trust you, and will be at your mercy.

But he was worried, if there was no earthquake, wouldn't he be dead?

I don't know who the master Jin Wang said is that he can't reveal his identity. He really has such a powerful ability?
Emperor Qingming frowned and looked at Wu Banxian who had gained a lot of weight in half a month. His face was rosy and his hair was shiny. He really didn't look weak at all.

Although he also hoped that the missionary field would be relieved one day earlier, but what this Taoist priest said made some sense, haste makes waste, and more recovery is also good.

For the past half month, he forcibly endured not letting Wu Banxian divination other hexagrams, for fear that he would die early and could not be able to help the Dojo.

On the fifth day of February, halfway through the early morning, the [-] miles from Yuming Mansion arrived urgently.

The two guards were travel-stained, and they were already very weak after running around all night.

The guard presented the report to the government, knelt down and hissed, "Your Majesty, the Yuming Mansion is shaking!"

The guard's face was terrified, and when he described the scene at that time, he still had lingering fear.

The Yuming Mansion was shaken, the sky fell and the ground cracked, the river flooded back, and the mountain torrents caused by the melting snow water destroyed everything. The entire Yuming Mansion could be described as a hell on earth.

If it weren't for the people who had already evacuated in advance, I am afraid that half of the hundreds of thousands of people in the five counties of Yuming Mansion would be killed or injured.

They have never seen such a shocking and tragic disaster, which is devastating and frightening.

There was silence in the entire hall.

Although the courtiers complied with the emperor's will to evacuate the people, they felt that the emperor was making too much fuss in their hearts. How could they go to war just because of a dream—to be exact, because of a Taoist's words.The imperial court allocated more than two million taels of silver to resettle the people there.

But now, they are afraid for a while, whoever opened his mouth and blocked the emperor's decision, then at this time, they are afraid that there will be no redemption.

Emperor Qingming was even more shocked than the courtiers. After all, he didn't dare to fully believe in Wu Banxian that such a tragic earthquake could really happen.

But this day's punishment really happened, even more serious than he imagined.

Then, the next day's punishment...

Emperor Qingming ordered the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Household Affairs to work together to come up with a plan to rebuild the Yuming Mansion and resettle the people, thus ending the early dynasty hastily.

Wu Banxian was eating roast duck in the side hall, his mouth was full of oil.

He looked up at Emperor Qingming's face, "Has the news arrived?"

Emperor Qingming's expression turned ugly, "Yes."

Wu Banxian was shocked, and it actually came true!
He threw down the roasted duck leg and got up, wiped his mouth, and sighed, "The emperor is willing to believe in poverty, and he saved the lives of tens of thousands of people, and he will be rewarded."

Emperor Qingming's heart was not relieved by this comforting words, "You're planning to set up an altar, right?"

Wu Banxian took his time, bathed and changed his clothes with agarwood perfume, and changed into a Taoist robe with fluttering sleeves made by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, white socks and cloud shoes, and hosta hairpin, looking very airy.

Then he went to Emperor Qingming's private treasury to pick up three valuable ancient copper coins and an ancient bronze sword, and then stopped.

Emperor Qingming had great patience with him and let him torment - although it was the first time he saw a Taoist priest looking for a magic weapon temporarily.

Wu Banxian looked solemn, held his breath, read a few words silently, and scattered the three ancient coins for divination.

He stared at the ancient coin for a moment, his face became serious, and he squatted there staring at the ancient coin for a long time without speaking.

Emperor Qingming couldn't stand his face the most, and it often didn't do any good.

He frowned and asked, "How?"

Wu Banxian looked up at him, "If you want to get rid of your misfortune, you have to offer a sacrifice to the sky, and it's a blood sacrifice. The three lives are the blood of the prince who is pure dry gold."

(End of this chapter)