The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

But Yan Song is not.

He comes from a later life, so he is very clear about the basic operations of artificial snow and artificial rainfall.

He ordered Qi Jiguang's troops to fire hundreds of snow cannons in the northern part of the capital just now.

The principle of the snow cannon is similar to that of the later snow-making machines. Condensation forms snow particles.

Mr. Yan Ge is very capricious, rich and powerful.

Qi Jiguang's troops, standing in the north, can shoot snow cannons far away.

You must know that due to the large-scale southward invasion during the Little Ice Age, the weather at this time is still extremely cold, and there is no shortage of conditions for snow.

Coupled with Mr. Yan Ge's coquettish operation, it's just a trivial matter to continue to snow.

So Li Sancai was out of luck.

The next day, his prayers failed again.

And because of Yan Song's informant, Jiajing knew that the snow-seeking minister would hide in the house to warm himself at night, and Long Yan was furious.

Jiajing ordered Lu Bing to be optimistic about Li Sancai, not to allow him to steal, rape and play tricks, and asked me to stop day and night to ask the sky to stop the snow.

Li Sancai had no choice but to stay at the altar in the snow at night and continue to beg for the snow to stop.

This is hard work.

White-haired girl song: The north wind blows, the snowflakes float...

After another full night of north wind blowing and flakes of snow, Li Sancai was worse than the white-haired girl.

White-haired girl song: The north wind blows, the snowflakes float...

The weather is so cold~~

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Chapter 1782 This is the Temple of Heaven, how can it be contradictory [5]

The next day, Li Sancai prayed and failed again.

After another full night of north wind blowing and flakes of snow, Li Sancai was worse than the white-haired girl.

On the third day, under the combined effects of natural disasters (Little Ice River) and man-made disasters (Old Yan Ge), the blizzard still had no intention of stopping.

Although Li Sancai is wearing very thick, two layers of sweater, and long johns...

But this is not a panacea after all.

How long can Li San survive in such severe cold weather?

Day after day came to night of the third day.

Li Sancai finally couldn't stand the cold anymore.

He felt that his body had been frozen into a popsicle, and his hands and feet had lost consciousness. If he insisted on carrying it to death like this, he would definitely die!

Liu Baozheng, I don't know what to say anymore.

He couldn't understand the weather at all.

Obviously, the snow should stop, but God seems to be willful, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Liu Baozheng is very happy...

Thanks to the paralysis, he didn't go up to die by himself.

Otherwise, my old bones would have been frozen.

Although Li Sancai really wanted to carry on, but after thinking about it, his old life was more important than his face.

Li Sancai knelt in front of Jiajing, with snot and tears, tremblingly said: "Emperor, Your Majesty, ah, ah! I was wrong! I was really wrong, ah! It's all my fault. I beg the emperor to let me off... Mr. Yan Ge is not a sinner, and I am not a loyal minister... This heavy snow is not a warning from God to the emperor, but... a natural disaster! It is really a natural disaster."

At this moment, Li Sancai wished he could slap himself in the mouth.

Jiajing's Lombok became cold.

It's true that he is an old superstition, he is not immune to the fairy tales, but what he hates the most is being treated like a monkey and a gunman!

"Huh? Li Aiqing, didn't you swear that Yan Aiqing is a traitor, that a traitor is a traitor, and that he offended the heavens, so that such a large-scale natural disaster will be sent down to warn me?"

In Jiajing's voice, there was an endless chill and a trace of indescribable banter.

Then Li Sancai was so cold that his face was purple, he knelt on the ground, shivering, and said intermittently: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... yes... yes... I'm so confused! These... are all made up by me." Yes! I am sorry for the trust of the emperor, I am sorry for the subjects of the world,... the emperor spares my life. It is all fabricated by me..."

Jiajing was extremely furious, glared at Li Sancai, and said viciously: "You, you actually said that you made it up! Then you have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor! The crime of slander! You have thought about it, if I am really a fool, listen to me. Is it a big loss to my Daming if Yan Aiqing is expelled from the court, or simply killed as a traitor, because of your slander? Do you understand?"

(Yan Song: Your Majesty, that's what you thought about, right?)

Li Sancai was like a mouse that was about to be frozen into an ice sculpture, weak, trembling and trembling under Jiajing's fury: "I am guilty! I am guilty! I beseech the emperor..."

At this time, Yan Song stood up, with a calm expression on his face, and said with a faint smile: "Your Majesty, I think what Master Li said before is right!"

Yan Song glanced at Li Sancai, who was frozen into a dog, and said lightly: "Master Li said that the traitor is in the court, so the hostility rises to the sky, and the sky is furious. My Ming Dynasty is flying snow in June, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, that's for sure It's because there are treacherous and villainous people in the court. The emperor's previous handling is also very appropriate. I want the great loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty, Li Sancai, to pray to heaven at the Temple of Heaven to stop the blizzard. Now it's only the third day of the prayer, three days away from what the emperor said If the night stops, there are still ten hours left. The minister thinks that Master Li should continue to pray to God here, and tomorrow, which is the fourth day, let’s see if God is moved by Master Li’s sincerity?"

When everyone heard this, they shuddered.

I rub.

The emperor was angry, but Li Sancai was ruined...