The Ancestral Dragon Prayed for Rain, and a Three-Year-Old Dragon Cub Fell from the Sky

[Group pet + cute baby + national luck binding + the first emperor's dad + cool article] There was a severe drought in the Qin Dynasty for three years. The land was red for thousands of miles and people died of hunger everywhere. The First Emperor Ying Zheng personally went to the rooftop to offer sacrifices to the sky. Just when he ran out of hope - the sky cracked. A three-and-a-half-year-old little girl with silver-white dragon horns on her head fell from the crack and fell into his arms. The milk dumpling was hurt by being thrown, and she cried out. In an instant, torrential rain poured down on Kyushu, and the three-year drought was lifted overnight. The First Emperor looked at the sobbing little thing in his arms, his pupils shaking. From then on, Da Qin's painting style completely went astray. Li Si knelt and climbed up to the hall: "Your Majesty! The princess didn't drink goat's milk this morning, and three of the treasury's golden mountains collapsed!" Wang Jian rushed eight hundred miles away: "The princess didn't take a good nap, so she turned over, there was an earthquake at the border, and the Huns camp was buried alive!" Meng Tian hugged the princess's little quilt and ran wildly: "The princess said she wants to eat roasted sweet potatoes! Hurry! Plant them! All the troops will plant them for me!" The First Emperor dropped the memorial and picked up the rattle, his eyes kind and critical: "Ji'er, be good, eat one more bite, and dad will take you to conquer the remaining evils of the Six Kingdoms." The whole country finally understood that this three-and-a-half-year-old little thing was the real master of Great Qin.