The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

  Chapter 143 Return to Beijing

  Xiao Xixi was startled, and quickly shrank her hands.

  She clutched her fingers and complained: "I feed you chestnuts, why are you still biting?"

  Luo Qinghan ignored her, threw the chestnut meat into his mouth, chewed it in twos and swallowed it into his stomach.

  He continued to read his book, as if nothing happened just now.

  Xiao Xixi lowered her head and looked at her fingertips. The place where she had been bitten was a little red, and it didn't hurt much. It just felt weird.

  The next day, the prince got on a carriage and slowly left Gangu County under the **** of the Yulin Army.

  Prince Shaofu and Prince Shaobao were left in Gangu County, and they had to wait for the new magistrate and county magistrate to arrive before they could leave.

  The people learned that the prince was leaving, and spontaneously followed the team, reluctantly sending them out of the city gate.

  It wasn't until more than a dozen miles away that the people stopped and watched the Prince's car drive away.

After getting in the car, Xiao Xixi consciously found a comfortable position to lie down and quickly went into sleep mode.

  Luo Qinghan reads quietly.

  Everything is no different from when it came.

  The news that the prince asked for rain for the four southern counties spread like wildfire, but wherever the prince drove by, many people bowed down to thank you.

  These people don't understand any great principles. They only know that it is His Royal Highness who has pleaded for them.

  This is great kindness!

  The deterrence of royal power, coupled with the catalysis of kindness, made the people’s worship of His Royal Highness reach the peak.

  In just a few days, the prince’s reputation in the south suddenly soared to an incredible level.

  People in many places also spontaneously pooled money for the Prince’s Jiansheng Temple, burning incense and praying for the Prince every day, hoping that the Prince would live a hundred years, and bring more blessings to the people of the world in the future.

   Stop and go along the way, leaving countless legends about the prince everywhere.

  After word of mouth, in the eyes of many people, His Royal Highness has become a mythical existence.

   Waiting for the prince and his party to return to Shengjing, it is already two months later.

  The news about the success of the prince’s prayer for rain has been spread to Shengjing through the merchants, and everyone is amazed. His Royal Highness is worthy of the future emperor, and he asked for the rain as soon as he shot it.

  One word, cow!

  The opening of the folk customs in the Great Prosperity does not prohibit the people from speaking about royal matters.

  Some storyteller adapted the prince’s plea for rain into a story and told it to everyone in the tea house restaurant. For a time, the prince became famous in Shengjing and attracted countless people’s worship and admiration.

  The Prince's car drove slowly along Zhuque Street.

  Zhuque Street has long been cleared by the Yulin Army, and the idlers are afraid to approach it.

  Only the prince prince and a few officials came forward and bowed down to pick him up.

  The prince got off the car personally and helped the prince and prince up.

  The prince is now sixty years old. His hair and beard are all white, and he looks very thin. Just standing, he has to be supported by someone.

  He looked at His Royal Highness, who was standing in front of him, with a very mixed mood.

  Originally, he, like everyone else, was dismissive of asking for rain.

  He also tried his best to dissuade the prince from going south to ask for rain.

   Facing the prince’s stubborn opinion, he was disappointed, thinking that the prince would not listen to advice and would not become a Mingjun in the future.

  When the prince was out of the palace, he didn't even come to give it away.

  The result is ——

Prince    not only asked for rain to solve the drought in the south, but also rectified Gangu County, which won the gratitude and admiration of the people.

The   　 addition is over, and I have become the four weird ones again. Don’t hit me or scold me. I have to save the manuscript for the explosive update when it was put on the shelf. (Escape with the lid of the pot)

  (End of this chapter)