The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

Thick clouds have shrouded the capital since the early morning.It was past noon, and the clouds did not disperse, but became thicker and thicker.

At the end of the day, fine and chaotic rain fell over the capital city, and a gust of wind blew from the southeast, carrying branches, leaves, gravel, and water vapor to the northwest. Children on the streets of the capital screamed in shock, and one after another, they crawled into the criss-crossing alleyways with their heads in their hands. .The common people in the courtyard hadn't put away their clothes to dry. When they looked up, their faces changed drastically, and black clouds pressed down on them.

The sky is surprisingly low, as if standing on a tiled roof you can reach out and reach for the clouds.

Among the dark clouds, one can vaguely see lightning flashes rolling towards the center of the capital from a distance.The torrential rain was still lingering, the streets were empty, and the bustling capital city was like an empty city.

"Do you think there will be a catastrophe in Beijing?"

"Bullshit! Isn't it going to rain?"

The old man stroked his white beard and looked out the window, "Think about the continuous light rain in the past few days, no matter how many clouds there are, you can see some sun at noon when the sky is top. Look here! The clouds are thick It’s like this, and the rain hasn’t fallen yet.”

The old sesame cake seller who borrowed the eaves to keep out the rain took out a few sesame cakes from his burden and distributed them to the people around him, "It's so dark, it's scary to watch."

A smartly dressed young man brought tea, and walked over to lock the wooden window, "Drink some tea, no matter whether it is a disaster or rain in the sky, Dexing Teahouse will guarantee that you will not get water."

The old man with a gray beard came back from the window and sat down next to the tea table, "Hey, didn't we see that piece of paper a few days ago!"

"Bullshit! This kind of paper is only fooling you common people. I, Zhang Kaiming, don't believe this."

There was a bang of thunder outside the teahouse, the tea was splashed all over the tea table, and the sound of flood-like water rushed from far to near. The people in the center of the vortex seemed to be standing at the bottom of the valley of fate, waiting for the rain that stretched down from the center of the sky. Bring your hands together in the middle.

The heavy rain fell with a bang, and the wooden window shook violently, as if a pair of giant hands outside were beating on the window sash crazily.

"What nonsense, let you talk nonsense! You are condemned by God!" The white-bearded old man knelt down towards the window, folded his hands and raised his hands above his head, closed his eyes and muttered something, then kowtowed heavily, "God forgive me, God forgive me, Don't be angry with this kid who speaks without choice!"

"Bah! I still don't believe it!" Zhang Kaiming snatched a piece of paper from the person next to him, and read aloud in the dark room, "In the Gengchen month of Xinchou year, I looked up at the sky and the earth, the new moon was chaotic, and the sky was raining red. Fan of the gods..."

The old man rushed forward, "But I dare not!"

"The fans of the gods..." Zhang Kaiming held up the rice paper and still wanted to read. The lightning outside the teahouse split the sky and suddenly illuminated the room.Another thunderclap!

Zhang Kaiming looked a little ugly, crumpled the rice paper and threw it aside, someone knelt and picked up the paper, unfolding it carefully.

"Then I won't read it. But Zhang also reminds everyone, although it's raining outside, it's so mysterious! Where did the red rain come from?"

There was silence in the teahouse. From the first floor to the third floor, from the eaves outside the gate to the lobby, the squatting people and the elegant guests all stared out of the window nervously, and thick dark clouds rolled down towards the capital.

Just because the rain came so coincidentally.

The people can't remember clearly, maybe ten or twenty years ago, there was a prophecy vaguely spread in the streets and alleys of central Beijing, that there would be a red rain in April.There are not many insiders, and they say they saw it from a piece of white paper with unclear writing.

The white paper on which the prophecy is written is also strange, sometimes you can glimpse it in a teahouse and disappear the next day, sometimes you can occasionally see it between the branches of an inconspicuous peach blossom tree on the street in the capital, and sometimes you can see a corner from under the panel of your own house What's even more bizarre is that even if the white paper that has been glanced at is well preserved, the next day, the paper is gone, and only a few lines remain in people's memory.

Some curious people turned on the lights and fought at night, taking shifts day and night, staring at the white paper. Unfortunately, the next day, the white paper was still missing.

After more than ten days in the capital, only a few authentic copies remained here and there, but the contents on the white paper were actually spread all over the streets and alleys.

"Don't worry if you are old. Doesn't this paper say how to get rid of it? Even if a disaster strikes the world, don't we still have the little prince to bear it?" The buddy of Dexing Teahouse brought a few more plates of steamed cakes and put them on the table. On the tea table.

The gray-bearded old man waved his hands tremblingly, "We watched the young man grow up, to be disrespectful, we really treat the young man as our own child, are you willing to confess the young man? "The old man had tears in his eyes.

The uncle who sold sesame seed cakes sighed, "Who says it's not."

A long-clothed gentleman at the next table looked over, put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Little Gongye is a little mischievous on weekdays, maybe it was deliberately teased by others."

Zhang Kaiming curled his lips, "The paper didn't say that the young man would be confessed."

Everyone around immediately stared at him.

"No! Just take a look, it just said that there are gods descending into the world, dreaming..." There was another thunder outside the window, and everyone frowned and looked out.

"When will this rain stop?"

"Guess, the sun is going to set now, right?"

The huge capital city was watered by the flood from the sky, and the vertical and horizontal streets were cleaned spotlessly. Except for rainwater and fallen leaves, there were almost no living things on the streets.

The gold plaque on the gate of the Xia Mansion was washed by the rain until it was shiny golden. The body of the plaque was cut from a solid piece of pure gold, and the outer eaves were inlaid with huanghuali wood. The characters were authentic works of Qinglinshan people.The plaque hangs dignifiedly and dignifiedly on the towering eaves. If it weren't for the words "Jinling Banya" written in the middle of the plaque, people would like to kneel down to this plaque that looks like "upright and bright".

"No, it's just now." Zhu Jiuci pulled away Xiao Cen, the humanoid rain shield, "Since Xiao Yu stood there just now, you don't feel tired."

Xiao Cen shook his sleeves, water droplets slid down the smooth silk and satin, and some of them melted into the sleeves halfway, forming a cloud of thick color.

He imitated Zhu Jiuci and said: "Since more than ten days ago, you have been lying in this small pavilion watching the sky every night, and you are not too tired."

Zhu Jiuci turned around and got out of the water pavilion and stepped into the veranda, "Let's go."

"Hey! Young Master! Where are you going in the heavy rain? I'm joking! Lie down and lie down, and Fatty Mo won't charge you!"

Jiang Chengzi held Xiao Cen back, "Don't worry about it, the young man has his own measure."

The torrential rain washed the Linglong Pavilion in the Red Square, and the water drops from the glazed lamps hanging on the cornices merged into long columns, which took root from the second and third floors to the ground.

Liang Zhaoge didn't seem to be able to hear the rainstorm outside the window. He stood quietly in front of the hanging painting, staring at the pen and ink in a daze.

There are mountains on the top and water on the bottom.

His fingertips rested on the hanging scroll and did not fall down. He breathed out and put away his hands. He turned around and walked to the table. There was a piece of paper between the red sandalwood incense burner and the small jadeite and sapphire fan.

He lightly picked up the rice paper with both hands, turned around and half leaned on the table, and read to the sound of rain:

"In the Gengchen month of Xinchou year, looking up at the heaven and earth, the new moon is chaotic, the sky is raining red, and the gods are confused. The stars are hanging on the jade and plums, and a hundred wastes are waiting for prosperity. There are prayers in the capital, and the gods descend from the sky. It is to benefit the inside and outside of the capital. , full of good luck. Those who hear the music of the gods will be blessed and descended, and the disaster will dissipate. The immortals show pity, keep a low profile in the market, and entrust their dreams to their children to show that there are immortals."

As soon as the words were finished, the hanging picture shook violently, and the hanging scroll hit the wall with a bang bang sound. Liang Zhaoge was also startled by the movement. Looking over in a blink of an eye, the wooden window next to the hanging picture opened a little gap at some point.

Liang Zhaoge frowned, "Isn't it locked?"

He walked over on the soft carpet of the Western Regions, stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the carved wooden window, the heavy rain immediately wet his slender hands and thin wrists, and the raindrops dripped down his fingertips.

The wind blows the wooden windows to both sides, and the vision is immediately clear.

The fiery red sunset pierced the dark clouds, splitting several streaks of golden light from the sky above the capital, and the clouds turned from thick black to purple from the sky above to brilliant red, and the rain poured down.

Fiery red rain fell on the capital.

Liang Zhaoge looked down along the golden red water mist. On the empty downtown long street, Zhu Jiuci was standing under a peach tree whose peach blossoms were almost gone, looking up slightly, holding a black-faced oil-paper umbrella. with him.

The silver pattern clings to the black silk surface like a long snake, and the pouring red rain casts a layer of golden rain curtain around the umbrella. The person under the umbrella seems to be about to say something. Before Liang Zhaoge could hear his voice clearly, he was suddenly caught. Qiqi's shouting voice was covered.

That day was the twenty-second of April.

Tens of thousands of people in the capital came into the world as if they were gods, and their voices were so terrifying that they shouted in unison.

During the torrential rain, the common people knelt down on the long street with basins and bowls, holding the bowls and dishes high with both hands, and the golden rain fell into the basins and bowls.

"With God coming to this world, there will be a lot of good luck!"

"With God coming to this world, there will be a lot of good luck!"

"With God coming to this world, there will be a lot of good luck!"

The voices of the people seemed to be tangible, and they swept in layer by layer.Zhu Jiuci stood under the peach tree, shaking the umbrella in his hand.

Liang Zhaoge saw it clearly, what he said was: "The umbrella has fallen."

"It is said that in the Gengchen month of Xinchou year, the peach blossoms first fell. It is rumored that the gods descended on the capital with the red rain to ward off disasters. The God is sympathetic to all living beings. He is afraid of disturbing the people in our city when he appears, so he hides in the shabby room with fairy music." The storyteller in the teahouse. Standing in front of the hall holding a fan, a crowd of listeners gathered under the stage.

"I prove it! I saw the red rain with my own eyes!"

"It fell from the west!"

Everyone joined in.

Xingmu patted the table, and the storyteller unfolded his fan, "In such a huge capital, only our beloved little father-in-law knows where the body of the gods is."

Everyone hissed in unison.

The author has something to say: Zhu Jiuci: I heard that you are prejudiced against Zhaoge?

Liang Zhaoge: I heard that today is Valentine's Day?

Zhu Jiuci: Be more serious, hey, I'm helping you make a name for yourself!

Zhu Jiuci: Don't hug me, hey!

Zhu Jiuci: Why are you closing your eyes?

Liang Zhaoge: Happy Valentine's Day mua~~

感谢在2021-02-1301:19:54~2021-02-1401:22:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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