Chapter 189: It Is Impossible To Increase Fubao's Fortune

Qin Lang's expression froze, and he was bewildered: "Sister, Great Yan needs rain."

This cultivation world needs rain, and Great Yan also needs it. As long as rain can be summoned, shouldn't it be summoned immediately? Why is sister still so unhurried and indifferent?

The staff members also thought so. What does the Heir Apparent's Consort mean?

He He Shizi Apparent of Rong held his youngest son and was also a bit surprised. Qin Bi was even more bewildered and puzzled than Qin Lang: "If you need rain, find people like Fubao and Qin He to summon it. No one is snatching it. Even if I summon it, it will rain in my own house, and it has nothing to do with others!"

So, what is everyone in a hurry for? Why urge her?

Qin Bi summoning rain doesn't rain in other people's houses, nor does it rain in other people's fields.

"Heir Apparent's Consort." Lin Yao had a big head: "If you can summon a rain, even a light rain, the Emperor will reward you heavily, and it will also be good for the two little Heir Apparents."

Qin Bi didn't care: "I'll try summoning rain in my own farmland later."

Let everyone benefit? No way.

Is Qin Bi a generous person? No. In the past, because she was concubine-born, she pretended to be generous, but in fact, Qin Bi was not generous at all. Qin He racked her brains to get fortune, so Qin Bi must be stingy to the end!

Lin Yao looked at his Heir Apparent. They, the staff, couldn't communicate with the Heir Apparent's Consort.

He He Shizi Apparent of Rong held his youngest son and went to sit on one side, took off the small quilt, so as not to cover the little milk bun in the hot summer. He He Shizi Apparent of Rong didn't even give Lin Yao a look, and then, everyone was dumbfounded.

With no other choice, the staff members said all the good things, but Qin Bi turned a deaf ear. He He Shizi Apparent's Consort didn't care about anything, holding the little Heir Apparent Rong Yang and going to eat melon seeds.

"Sister, try again!" Qin Lang was unwilling to give up.

Qin Lang gave Rong Yang a wink, and the little bun said: "Mother, try it!"

"Just this little bit of land?" Qin Bi poked the empty space in the courtyard, the size of two tabletops. Qin Bi said: "It's not worth it. If the rain falls too much, it will fall into other people's manors. Why should I?!"

The child was also dumbfounded. The area of rain is indeed not easy to control. Cultivators in this world only want to summon larger rain, and have never thought about controlling the rainfall so that other families don't get a drop.

In order not to let other families get a drop of rain, they didn't summon rain because of this.

"Summon rain for Great Yan's farmland." Rong Yang said: "You can accumulate reputation."

Qin Lang also said: "Yes, yes, sister."

He He Shizi Apparent of Rong didn't participate, his heart and eyes were all on the little milk bun.

Qin Bi didn't want to, but Qin Lang and Rong Yang, one big and one small, were full of expectation. Helplessly, Qin Bi had to take the summoning artifact from Qin Lang and summon it while holding the artifact with rain drawn on it.

In a moment, the wind rose in the sky.

Qin Lang blinked, and Rong Yang immediately observed the sky.

He He Shizi Apparent of Rong took the little milk bun's bitten little hand away and narrowed his eyes to look at the sky. The clouds began to change, and the smoke-like clouds gathered with the blowing wind. This celestial phenomenon immediately alarmed everyone.

In the Xue Prince's Manor, Qin He noticed the change in the clouds and pushed Fubao: "Go summon quickly."

He He Shizi Apparent of Xue gave the summoning artifact to Fubao, and Fubao followed Qin He and ran to the gate of the Prince's manor in a hurry. When summoning, it must be done with great fanfare, making it known to everyone, otherwise how to earn a good reputation for having good fortune.

The sky turned dim and yellow, and the wind blew harder and harder. Famous families ran out one after another, looking up at the sky.

"Fubao, summon quickly." Qin He urged.

Fubao held the summoning artifact and began to summon, and immediately the people of Great Yan stopped.

In the palace, the Emperor of Great Yan came out of the Imperial Study, and the ministers looked up at the sky. This time everyone learned to be smart, and no one could guarantee 100% rain, all watching.

Some cultivators took the opportunity to summon rain to increase the rainfall.

Qin Bi didn't need to go out to guess. She sat on a chair eating melon seeds, holding the summoning artifact absent-mindedly. Qin Lang and Rong Yang were anxious on the side. How could there be such a summoning?

The wind blew harder and harder. Fubao sweated on her forehead. The little girl consumed a lot of spiritual power, but couldn't borrow a drop of rain. The dim sky gradually brightened.

In the Prince of Rong's manor, the Heir Apparent of Rong had already put his sleeping youngest son on the bed.

Rong Yang asked Qin Bi blankly: "It's not raining anymore?!"

Qin Lang also asked: "Didn't you summon it?"

It seemed that he was still unwilling to give up! Qin Bi was easy to talk to: "Then let's blow for a while and summon."

As the words fell, Qin Bi continued to summon, and Qin Lang and Rong Yang found that there were really black clouds gathering again, the sky darkened, the hot summer had a coolness, and the gale blew.

It blew for half an hour, and the black clouds dissipated again.

Qin Bi had already put the summoning artifact aside and focused on eating melon seeds. As long as Qin Lang and Rong Yang asked: "Is it not raining? Why does it look like black clouds are covering it, but only wind is blowing and no rain is seen."

It's easy to be unwilling, Qin Bi fooled people again.

Just fooling around like this, fooling around until evening.

The people of Great Yan didn't count on rain anymore, and Qin He pulled Fubao home. Qin He saw it, and wanted to use this rain to increase Fubao's fortune, which was impossible.

Qin Lang didn't need his sister to summon anymore, he couldn't afford it. Qin Lang got up, carried a bucket of water and poured it on the empty ground. The Prince's manor planted trees and flowers, and the soil of the empty ground was not dry.

Rong Yang watched how many buckets of water the soil needed: "One bucket of water is not enough, the soil is not soaked."

"I'll carry two more buckets of water." Qin Lang went to fetch water again.

Qin Bi ate melon seeds and went over, not mentioning summoning at all. Qin Lang and Rong Yang didn't mention it either. He He Shizi Apparent of Rong came out of the bedroom and laughed in anger. This woman actually fooled even her son.

Now it's honest, and no one asks Qin Bi to summon anymore.

Just the small vegetable plot in the courtyard that Rong Yang liked, carrying two buckets of water was more trouble-saving than letting Qin Bi summon.

The problem is that everyone is looking forward to it, and Qin Bi, the sister and mother, is fooling people like this. Not to mention that the wind is blowing hard and the black clouds covering the area are not the monsters Qin Bi summoned. After tossing for half a day, if Qin Lang and Rong Yang couldn't see it, they were stupid.

Qin Bi leaned closer, watched people watering the vegetable plot, and asked: "Still summoning?"

Qin Lang: "......"

Rong Yang: "......"

He He Shizi Apparent of Rong didn't care, and said to Qin Bi: "The little one is in the room, you watch him."

Qin Bi nodded, and the Heir Apparent of Rong went to gather the staff to discuss matters.

This side was okay, but Fubao was ill because the spiritual power consumed by summoning was too great, and the little girl was in a coma. When people from Fubao's sect learned about it, an immortal went to the Xue Prince's Manor to send medicine. ===== CHAPTER 190 =====

He He Shizi Apparent stopped caring and said to Qin Bi: "The little one is in the room, keep an eye on him."

Qin Bi nodded, and the Heir Apparent went to summon his strategists for a meeting.

Things were fine here, but Fubao had fallen ill because the spirit power consumed for the summoning was too great. The little girl was unconscious, and in the Imperial Palace, the Great Yan Emperor was so angry he didn't even eat dinner; he blew wind for half the day, but couldn't bring himself to let down a single drop of rain.

Who cares about the rain? Being this stingy, there's no need to play with people like this.

Fidgety and irritable, nothing looked right; as for eating, he was already full from the anger.