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

No matter how the ministers begged, Luo QingHan still insisted on his own opinion and refused to change his mind.

They had no choice but to write the matter into a memorial and submit it to the emperor, hoping that the emperor would dissuade the prince.

When the emperor learned about it, he immediately ordered the prince to be called to the imperial study.

"Why do you think of holding a rain praying ceremony? Do you know what consequences you will face if the rain praying fails?"

Luo QingHan drooped his eyes and didn't answer his father's question positively, but talked about another thing.

"In fact, there have long been rumors among the people that God may be dissatisfied with the disaster in the south for two consecutive years. The people hope that the father emperor can hold a ceremony to worship the heaven, so as to pray for heaven and earth, seek the forgiveness of the God, and don't embarrass the people in the south."

The emperor frowned, "why don't I know about it?"

"Because no one dares to mention this matter in front of his father, if he tells his father about it, no matter whether his father holds a heaven worship ceremony or not, it may attract controversy and affect your image in the hearts of the people, so we simply don't say anything."

"My son thought that this was an escape and the next policy."

The emperor asked, "do you think your rain praying ceremony is the best policy?"

"It's not the best policy, but at least it's much better than avoiding the problem."

"The father emperor is a man of ten thousand gold. He works hard for state affairs every day. It's really not suitable to worry about praying for rain. So his son and minister are willing to do it on his behalf and go to the south to hold a rain praying ceremony in person. One is to show the kindness of the father emperor to the people all over the world, and the other is to solve the negative public opinion caused by the delay in holding a heaven worship ceremony."

"If you fail to pray for rain, it is also the fault of your son and minister. It has nothing to do with your father. Your father is still the son of heaven respected by the people. As far as your father is concerned, this is beneficial without harm. I hope your father will give you permission."

The emperor looked at him for a long time and said, "do you know that it is a long way to the south, and you are in a high position, which is likely to bring danger?"

Luo QingHan laughed at himself: "even if the children's ministers stay in the palace, they may not go safely."

The emperor thought of the poisoning of the prince at the birthday banquet and fell into silence.

Luo QingHan: "is it the king's land in the world? No matter how far away the south is, it is still the land of our prosperous Dynasty. What's to be afraid of when the children's ministers are in their own country? Moreover, when the father is in charge of the country and everything is under the control of the father, how can the children's ministers have an accident under your eyes?!"

These words moved the emperor.

He sighed: "I'm old and have no motivation. I don't want to take risks if I can't take risks. Unlike you young people, I dare to take risks. Just, since you have made up your mind to go, go. Remember to bring more people to protect yourself. When you come back, I'll go out of the palace to pick you up in person."

Luo QingHan knelt down and bowed his head: "my son's minister leads me to thank you!"

In the Jinfeng hall, concubine Li copied the fahua Sutra for half a day, and her right hand was sour and painful.

She couldn't stand it. She simply threw the brush away and gambled.

"I won't copy. Whoever likes to copy, who will copy!"

Caiyun hurriedly comforted: "madam, take a break first. You can copy these slowly. Don't worry."

Imperial concubine Li said, "can I not be in a hurry? How can I copy the fahua Sutra a hundred times? Even if I barely copy it, this arm must be useless! If I lose one arm, the crown prince will look down on me even more in the future."

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

She can't just wait to die. She has to find a way to save herself.