Chapter 4: Evil will come out

Xu Zhen picked up the white jade gilt bowl on the dining table, raised his head and drank it directly.

Its momentum really lives up to the majesty of more than 20 years of battlefield.

"Bang!"

The white jade gilt bowl was placed heavily on the dining table by Xu Zhen, making a loud bang.

"Whew~"

Xu Zhen, whose face was flushed, exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, which completely suppressed the pungency of Youning wine.

"I wanted to tell you as soon as we met, but I didn't expect this drink to hurt people."

Xu Zhen sandwiched a piece of tender mutton and put it in his mouth to suppress the strength of the wine.

From the smile on his face, it was not difficult to see that the scourge of witchcraft had largely subsided.

Xu Yi inevitably breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Xu Zhen stretching out his hand to ask for wine, he hurriedly moved the wine jar back.

"Second uncle, good wine is not afraid of late."

Xu Yi ignored Xu Zhen's threatening eyes like copper bells.

After three years of solitary confinement, Xu Yi couldn't see who was closest to him in the world today.

"You kid."

Seeing that the threat was useless, Xu Zhen shook his head helplessly.

When this nephew first saw him, he was still cautious.

Unexpectedly, after a long time, he would be such a "scoundrel".

When many princes met, they either called him His Royal Highness King Jin, or called him Second Emperor Uncle.

is the only Xu Yi, who is commensurate with his second uncle every time they meet.

Not to mention, Xu Zhen still eats this set, in the royal family, where is the second uncle from the second uncle.

"Okay, I won't hang you."

"Last night there was a heavy snowfall, which made His Majesty very happy."

"Today's morning is more than half an hour ahead of schedule."

"Chang Shuirong, the left attendant of the Imperial Observatory who impeached you, was also reprimanded for this heavy snowfall and cut his salary for half a year."

Xu Zhen let go of his obsession with drinking, and waved his chopsticks frequently, obviously hungry.

"It's just half a year?"

Xu Yi shook his head, his face couldn't tell whether he was pity or dissatisfaction.

"The Imperial History Observatory has already inspected hundreds of officials in the world, and it is not a small amount that Your Majesty can be fined for half a year."

Xu Zhen paused the chopsticks in his hand and sighed slightly.

Yushitai was a knife in the emperor's hand, and it was Yushitai's duty to impeach hundreds of officials.

can make the emperor order a fine for half a year, which can be regarded as giving him enough face as the king of Jin.

"Didn't he mention anything other than the fine for half a year?"

Xu Yi smiled, and his face couldn't tell if it was lonely or what.

"Not yet."

Xu Zhen put down the chopsticks in his hand and sighed softly.

He didn't know Xu Yi's thoughts.

As a prince, he was under house arrest for eight years, if it weren't for the firmness of this nephew.

I'm afraid I'm going crazy a long time ago.

"Also, according to that person's temperament, I'm afraid that I have long forgotten my useless prince to a hundred and eight thousand miles away."

"Even if someone mentions it, it will only increase the disgust in the heart of the person."

Xu Yi took out the jar of Youning wine from behind him and slowly poured it into the white jade gilt bowl in front of him.

Xu Yi didn't care what he thought of him.

What he cared about was when he would be able to get out of this quiet courtyard.

As long as he can get out of this Youning Courtyard and out of Zongzheng Temple, even if he doesn't want the identity of this prince, he is willing.

Where can he not settle down in his power?

As for the scourge of witches, who said that without the identity of the prince, you can't investigate the case and can't take revenge?

"Spilled, sprinkled."

Xu Zhen hurriedly got up, straightened the wine jar in Xu Yi's hand, and then grabbed the wine jar into his own hands.

Xu Yi didn't care about the belonging of the wine jar, picked up a bowl full of wine, raised his head and drank it all.

The spicy and sweet drink with a hint of plum blossoms in the mouth.

The Adam's apple rolls up and down, and the drink runs down the throat to the lungs.

Xu Yi's originally pale face turned red and his ears turned red.

"Eat food and press."

Seeing Xu Yi's painful expression, Xu Zhen hurriedly got up and put a piece of mutton in Xu Yi's dishes.

"If you can't drink enough, don't eat like your second uncle."

Looking at Xu Yi, who was gradually relieving his strength, Xu Zhen couldn't help but say a lesson.

"I'm fine."

Xu Yi shook his dazed head and said slowly.

Merely.

This mouth almost spit out.

"Alas~!"

Xu Zhen sighed helplessly, raised the wine jar and took a sip of wine again.

"I don't know your mind."

"Don't worry, the opportunity is coming."

Xu Zhen put down the wine jar, and a trace of perseverance flashed on his face.

Silence for a while.

Xu Yi got up and staggered out of the door.

He took a handful of snow from outside the door and slammed it on his face.

Snow slowly dripped from his hot face.

Xu Yi, who had regained a trace of his senses, slowly walked back to the dining hall.

At the same time, his mind kept thinking about Xu Zhen's words.

Opportunity?

What chances?

"There is a big drought in Guanzhong!"

A glimmer of light appeared in Xu Yi's mind.

Sometimes, the more you care about something, the more it affects your judgment.

Xu Yi kept forcing himself to be calm, calm, and calm again.

Guanzhong was full of drought and starvation, and the victims were easy to eat.

How can this be alleviated by a heavy snowfall?

As for whether the truth is as you guess, you will know by asking.

"The opportunity that the second uncle said is a drought in Guanzhong?"

Xu Yi couldn't wait to ask before he could sit back in his place.

"It's the great drought in Guanzhong."

Xu Zhen nodded, and said with a heavy face: "Yesterday there was a heavy snowfall, and thousands of victims froze to death outside Chang'an City. ”

"It's no longer enough to describe the misery outside the city with corpses strewn all over the field."

"Not to mention other cities."

"Since Emperor Taizu founded the country, in more than 200 years, when has Guanzhong suffered such a catastrophe."

"If this matter cannot be properly handled, the Great Zhou National Games will definitely suffer from it."

Xu Zhen picked up the wine jar and took another sip, even if it was the spicy of Youning wine, it could not resolve the sorrow on Xu Zhen's face.

As the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Prince Qizhu, who has guarded the Western Regions for 20 years for the Great Zhou Dynasty, how could he be willing to see this scene.

Xu Yi already understood the deep meaning hidden in Xu Zhen's words.

More than a month ago, Xu Zhen personally said that the people involved in the drought in Guanzhong were hundreds of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands of people, this is already a major event that is enough to shake the foundation of the country.

As everyone knows, there is no trivial matter in the fortune of the country, although this is an opportunity, but it may also be a crisis.

"Is there no way to deal with it in the court?"

Xu Yi asked in a deep voice, every time there is a catastrophe, it is a matter of course to open a warehouse and release grain.

The Great Zhou Dynasty has been pressing the surrounding dynasties for more than ten years, and it can't even handle this matter well.

"Opening a warehouse to release grain and relieving the people, the imperial court started to do it half a year ago."

"It didn't turn out to be very effective."

"Your Majesty has cut off an unknown number of heads for this."

Xu Zhen shook his head slowly, as if he didn't want to mention what those officials had done.

"Every time there is a great calamity, there will be demons, and this kind of beast is inexhaustible."

Xu Yi's eyes are clear, reading history can make people wise.

In every great calamity, there will be demons, and these demons know that they will die.

But in the face of huge interests, they seem to have completely lost their minds, and moths rush towards that huge interest like moths to fire.

Maybe it's because there's always luck in my heart.