In the seventh year of Zhenguan, there was a severe drought, and the pot was extended for three years. The whole court was helpless!
"Pass the decree, post the emperor's list, and use the position of national master to recruit the world's hidden masters to save our Tang Dynasty!"
"Anyone who can successfully pray for rain will be regarded as my royal brother and enjoy the treatment of a king. The princess will let him choose!"
Nine-year-old Ye Tian, dressed in a blue Taoist priest uniform, walked on the streets of Chang'an.
"Master, it sounds good. Princess, she should be quite beautiful!"
"Your Majesty, no, how can a nine-year-old naughty boy serve as a national counselor?" The ministers objected one after another.
"The wind is coming!"
Ye Tian waved his hand, and the minister flew into the sky.
"Brother Wang, when you have time, take me to the sky for a walk. Don't leave. Otherwise, how about I abdicate the throne to you..."
Li Er followed Ye Tian in a hurry.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
