Mu Qing asked, "Your Highness, why are you gone for so many days?"

Xie Lian was startled and asked, “Have I been away for a long time?”

He went back and forth, up to the sky and down to the ground, scooping up lake water, ascending clouds and turning them into rain, day and night, and it had already taken a long time, but he was completely unaware. Mu Qing said, "It's been a few days! The prayers of the believers in the Prince's Palace have piled up like a mountain."

At this moment, Xie Lian felt that the rain had weakened, so he stretched out his hand and said, “Didn’t I tell you to deal with the most important things first?”

Mu Qing said, "We have handled everything we can, but... but there are still many wishes that we are not qualified to handle. That's why I told you not to hold it for too long and come back soon."

After he finished speaking, the rain stopped. The rain lasted even shorter than Xie Lian had imagined, and he could not help but feel heavy-hearted. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed slightly, and a bamboo-green bamboo hat slowly fell down. Xie Lian stretched out his hands to take it, saying, "But you see, I can't get away from here."

Mu Qing frowned: "Your Highness, did you borrow the Rain Master's magic weapon? Where did you get this water from?"

Xie Lian said, “The Rain Master Country in the south.”

Mu Qing asked, "So far? How much mana will it take you to move it once? Moreover, each rainfall covers a small area and does not last long. If you continue to waste time like this, how can you cope with the prayers of the believers in the Prince's Palace?"

Xie Lian knew it without him having to tell him. He was the God of War, and the followers of the Prince's Palace were the foundation of his palace and the source of his magical power. This move was tantamount to abandoning the fundamentals for the sake of the trivial. If he was not careful, he might not be able to take care of both ends. But apart from this, what else could he do?

Xie Lian said, “I know. But if this continues, if there is unrest in Yongan, the Crown Prince will be affected sooner or later.”

Mu Qing said, "It's about to explode!"

Xie Lian was shocked: “What?”

After listening to Mu Qing's report, he quickly returned to Xianle Imperial City. When he arrived at Shenwu Street, he happened to meet a group of royal soldiers, fully armed, holding sharp weapons, escorting a group of ragged men with shackles on their heads and hands. There were people on both sides of the street, and everyone's face was full of anger. Feng Xin held a black bow in his hand, ready to fight, as if to prevent the people on both sides from rioting. Xie Lian shouted, "Feng Xin! Who are you escorting? What crime have they committed? Where are you going?"

Feng Xin heard his voice, strode over and said, "Your Highness! These are all people from Yong'an."

The men in that line were all tall and thin, with darker skin, and there were dozens of them. Behind the soldiers escorting them were a few old men, as well as some women and children who looked terrified. Xie Lian asked, “Are they all the same behind them?”

Mu Qing said: "All of them."

It turned out that Yong'an had suffered from a severe drought in the past few months, and the people who had originally settled in Yong'an had fled to the east one after another. It was not obvious when there were only a few dozen people in a group, but in total, more than 500 people had come so far. When these 500 people gathered together, the black mass of people was quite impressive.

This group of Yong'an people were unfamiliar with the place, had nothing, and spoke with foreign accents that were clearly exposed as soon as they opened their mouths. When they came to a strange and prosperous city, they naturally huddled together for mutual warmth. Therefore, they searched everywhere in the Xianle Imperial City and finally found an uninhabited green space. They were overjoyed and built a shed there as a place to rest.

Unfortunately, although this green land is indeed uninhabited, it is a white moonlight in the hearts of the people in the imperial city. The people of Xianle are used to enjoying and appreciating, and the people in the imperial city are especially so. Many people go to the green land to walk, dance, practice swords, recite poems, paint, and have gatherings when they have nothing to do. Yong'an, located in the west of Xianle, has poor land and is originally poor. The temperament and customs of the people are also very different from those in the east of Xianle. Compared with them, the people in the imperial city are often more deeply aware that they are the orthodox "Xianle people". Today, the elegant place of the past is occupied by such a large group of refugees, who boil medicine, cry at funerals, wash clothes, and make fires all day long. The stinky smell of sweat and leftovers makes many nearby people unbearable and complain a lot.

The elderly Yong'an men who led the group understood the situation and wanted to move elsewhere, but the imperial city was already so populous that no matter where they moved, it would be crowded. They couldn't find another place to house so many people, not to mention that among the more than 500 people there were also the sick and injured elderly, women and children, so it was not suitable to move them frequently. They had no choice but to be cautious and shameless and stay here. Although the people of the imperial city were dissatisfied, they were citizens of the same country after all, so they endured the hardship for the time being.

Hearing this, the soldiers escorted dozens of Yong'an men to the entrance of the vegetable market and shouted, "Kneel down!"

The Yong'an men all looked unconvinced, but with a knife on their necks, they had to kneel. The onlookers from the Imperial City saw them kneeling in uneven positions, some sighed, some felt relieved. Xie Lian said, "According to what you said, both sides are enduring, so what's going on today?"

Before Feng Xin and Mu Qing could reply, a woman in the crowd burst into tears and said, "You are a bunch of barbaric thieves! You stole chickens and dogs and beat my husband so badly that he couldn't even get up. If anything happens to him, I will fight you to the death!"

Several people were busy trying to comfort her, while others accused her, "You left your hometown and came to someone else's territory, and you don't know how to behave yourself!"

"Yeah, when you go to someone else's house, you're not polite at all and you steal things!"

A young man wearing shackles lost his temper and argued, "I've already said it was not us who stole it! We were not the first to start the fight! And some of us were injured too..." An old man stopped him, "Stop talking!"

The young man shut up angrily. Feng Xin said, "Someone in the imperial city lost a dog. Because a hungry kid from Yong'an stole a duck and cooked it, he suspected that the dog was also caught and cooked by the people from Yong'an this time. He ran to them to ask about it, and they had a disagreement and started fighting."

Xie Lian just felt that it was unreasonable: “Just because of a dog, there was such a big fuss and so many people were arrested?”

Feng Xin said, "Yes, it was just because of a dog that such a big fuss broke out. Both sides had been patient for a long time, and a small matter became a big one. Both sides swore that the other side started it first and that it was the other side's fault. It was a messy fight, and somehow it got bigger and bigger."

The leading soldier said, "Gathering a crowd to cause trouble will be severely punished! Put on shackles and put on display for public display, never to do it again!" After saying that, he stepped back. The next moment, many people began to throw vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at the group of Yongan men. Several elders bowed and said, "I'm sorry, everyone, I'm sorry." "Please show mercy, please show mercy."

Although Xie Lian felt that this was an exaggeration and extremely ridiculous, he could still roughly understand it and said, “So, was it them who stole it? Did they find the dog?”

Feng Xin shook his head and said, "Who knows? After they finish eating the bones and dump them out, who would be able to find them? But judging from their expressions, I don't think they stole them."

However, the emperor's soldiers, of course, are biased towards the people of the imperial city. Regardless of whether it is stealing or not, it must be a loss of losses in Yongan. Among the Yongan men, a low -headed young man in the middle was very familiar. It was the young man Lang Ying buried in the forest.

Xie Lian was stunned. At this moment, someone nearby complained, “Why do I feel like there are more and more Yong’an people in the Imperial City in the past few months? Today, they even dared to beat someone up.”

"Are they all going to come here?"

A man who looked like a businessman waved his hands and said, "Your Majesty will not allow it! My house was robbed by the Yong'an people a few days ago. If they all come over, what will happen?"

Hearing this, Lang Ying, who had been lowering his head and letting the leaves hit him, suddenly looked up and said, "Did you see that?"

The businessman didn't expect this man to talk to him, so he answered without thinking, "What?"

Lang Ying asked, "The people from Yong'an stole your things. Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"..." the merchant said, "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but it was fine before. It was only stolen after you came. Could it be that it has nothing to do with you?"

Lang Ying nodded and said, "I see. I understand. Before we came, you were the ones who stole things. After we came, we were the ones who stole things..."

Before he finished speaking, a rotten persimmon flew over and hit him in the mouth, as if he had vomited a large flower of blood. The merchant laughed out loud, and Lang Ying looked indifferent, closed his mouth, and said nothing more.

Xie Lian melted the sharp stones thrown at them, so that the Yongan youths would not get their heads broken and bloodied. This public display lasted until the evening, and the onlookers gradually dispersed. The soldiers felt that it was enough, so they arrogantly opened the shackles and warned them not to cause trouble in the future, otherwise they would not let them off easily. Several elders kept bowing, nodding and smiling, promising not to do it again, but Lang Ying looked calm and walked away on his own. Xie Lian saw that he was walking alone, so he saw the right moment, flashed out from behind the tree, and blocked his way.

As he flashed out, the young man's eyes froze for a moment, and he seemed to want to grab his throat. After seeing who it was, he withdrew his hand and said, "It's you."

Xie Lian had transformed into the Taoist priest. He was slightly surprised by Lang Ying's unreachable move and thought, "This man is quite skilled." He said, "I gave you the pearl, why don't you take it back to Yong'an?"

Lang Ying looked at him and said, "My son is here. I am here too."

After a pause, he took out the coral bead from his belt and said, "Do you want to take this back? Here you go."

The hand that he handed over the beads to still had bruises from wearing the shackles. After a moment of silence, Xie Lian did not take it and said, "Go back. It's raining in Lang'er Bay today."

He pointed to the sky and said, "Tomorrow! It will rain again. I promise, it will."

Lang Ying shook her head and said, "Whether it rains or not, we can't go back."

Looking at his departing back, Xie Lian was stunned for a moment, feeling extremely troubled.

Before he ascended to heaven, he seemed to have no worries. He could accomplish whatever he wanted to do. But after he ascended to heaven, he was suddenly surrounded by endless worries. There were other people's worries, and his own worries. It was so difficult to do something, and he was stretched to the limit and unable to do it. Xie Lian sighed, turned around and left, returning to the Prince's Palace to deal with the believers' prayers that had been piled up for many days.

However, he was not the one who was most troubled. The King was.

The worries of the King of Xianle became a reality. These more than 500 Yong'an people were just the beginning.

Xie Lian held the borrowed rain master hat and traveled frequently between the north and the south, using his own strength to make rain. Every time it rained, it would take at least five or six days and a lot of magic power. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid no one else could withstand such a back and forth trip. Of course, Jun Wu was an exception. But the area ruled by the Emperor Shenwu was wider than his, and the believers and territories that required his energy were far more than the country of Xianle. How could he ask Jun Wu to split his energy for this? Moreover, only a small part of the land in Yong'an could be moistened at a time, and it would not last long. Although there was some relief, it could not be cured. Therefore, a month later, the people of Yong'an began to migrate to the east in groups. Originally, there were dozens of people in a group, but now there are hundreds and thousands of people, large and large, gathering into a river.

A month later, His Majesty the Lord of Xianle issued an order: In view of the constant disputes and fights in the past few months, in order to maintain the stability of the imperial city, from now on, all the former Yong'an people who were scattered in the capital of Xianle must evacuate the imperial city. Each person will be given a certain amount of money to settle down in other towns.

The gate of Xianle Imperial City was closed in front of the mighty crowd of Yong'an people coming eastward.