"Yier."
Xu Zhen put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Xu Yi.
"Second uncle, please tell me."
Xu Yi picked up the teapot and filled it with tea for Xu Zhen again. You Ningjiu said that he could not drink any more.
"The imperial court will hold a ceremony to worship heaven in five days."
"First of all, I came here to express my gratitude to God for the heavy snowfall."
"Secondly, I pray for good weather next year."
"After the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, the issue of disaster relief will be brought up again."
Xu Zhen burped suddenly and his face became more and more rosy.
It was obvious that Youning wine had gained some stamina.
"Second uncle, have a sip of tea first."
Xu Yi handed the tea that had just been poured to Xu Zhen's hand.
"Okay, hiccup."
After drinking a cup of hot tea, Xu Zhen's complexion improved slightly.
"I will find a way for Yi'er to participate in this heaven-sacrifice ceremony. After the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, Yi'er and his second uncle will go to the court together."
"As soon as Yi'er shows up at the court meeting, someone will blame Yi'er for the disaster relief."
A fierce light flashed across Xu Zhen's red face.
As for those people mentioned, they were either the ones who single-handedly created the witchcraft disaster back then.
Either they want to blame the mess of disaster relief on Xu Yi's people.
Subconsciously, Xu Zhen believed that the latter possibility was more likely.
The severe drought in Guanzhong has reached a serious level that shakes the country.
In less than a year, Jing Zhaoyin has changed three times!
One can imagine how serious the matter is.
At this time, if a scapegoat is not introduced.
There were a few civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty who could withstand the anger of Emperor Zhengde.
I would like to ask, is there any more suitable scapegoat in today's world than Xu Yi, who is under house arrest in Zongzheng Temple due to the witchcraft disaster?
"Who will allow me to participate in the heaven-sacrifice ceremony?"
Xu Yi shook his head, subconsciously having no confidence in this.
You know, after eight years of house arrest, he never left Netherworld.
And that person never mentioned his son.
Even though the case of witchcraft was brought up again and heavy snow fell, that person did not show any sign.
"Will do."
Xu Zhen nodded heavily.
"The Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony is hosted by the Ministry of Rites and Zongzheng Temple. Adding Yi'er's name to the list of attendees is just a matter of effort."
"As long as you are still of royal blood, he has no reason to refuse this."
"What's more, don't forget that Lord Zongzhengji is your second uncle."
Xu Zhen stood up slowly, and a monstrous momentum spread out from all directions.
It seems that he has a domineering arrogance that will be shattered if he disagrees with him.
"Second uncle, don't do that stupid thing."
Xu Yi shook his head, picked up the wine jar, raised his head and drank several sips.
The tears flowed freely.
Humans are not grass and trees, and how can they be ruthless? How could he put his second uncle in jail because of his own actions?
In today's era, those who challenge the imperial power never end well.
Even if you are Prince Qizhu, this is not allowed.
Don't forget, the most ruthless emperor's family.
How could a man who could even drive his own son to death care about brotherly feelings?
"What? Do you think your second uncle is a fool who doesn't know how to adapt?"
"Also, at a young age, I learned how to drink as a martial artist."
Xu Zhen smiled and patted Xu Yi's shoulder, then snatched the wine jar from Xu Yi's hand.
He raised his head and drank heavily.
Unfortunately.
The wine in the wine jar had already been squandered by Xu Yi half-drinking and half-sprinkling.
"You boy!"
Xu Zhen shook the empty wine jar and threw it aside helplessly.
"The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven has always been strictly regulated."
"Zongzheng Temple and the Ministry of Etiquette are responsible for the attendance list and the accuracy of various etiquette."
"However, the final list and specifications still require His Majesty's personal approval before they can be truly implemented."
"Your second uncle, I am not a fool either."
"Once your name appears on the clan list, it will attract His Majesty's attention."
"His Majesty will definitely summon me to the palace for questioning."
"At that time, it will depend on whether Your Majesty is more concerned about the disaster caused by witchcraft or the severe drought in Guanzhong."
Xu Zhen confidently revealed his plan.
One is a child who has been implicated in the witchcraft for eight years.
One is the life and death of hundreds of thousands of Guanzhong people.
He believed that Emperor Zhengde would make a decision in his own mind.
What he had to do was to boast about Xu Yi's abilities so as to gain a chance to go to court to discuss matters.
When the time comes, someone will help him carry on the show.
Obviously, the plan mentioned today was not Xu Zhen's impromptu idea, but had been planned for a long time.
Prince Qizhu, who has been able to guard the Western Region for twenty years, is not that kind of simple-minded warrior.
"Second uncle is very calculating."
Xu Yi, who wanted to understand everything, smiled and teased.
There was no dissatisfaction in Xu Zhen's calculations in his words.
No matter how Xu Zhen calculated, it was for his own good. After all, no prince was willing to risk his own life and death to protect others.
Xu Yi had already seen this clearly half a year ago.
"There is no such thing as scheming. This is called sharing worries for the country."
Xu Zhen chuckled and patted Xu Yi on the shoulder.
"Yi'er, don't let your second uncle down this time."
Xu Zhen's face couldn't help but become solemn, and there was more hope and sustenance in his eyes.
"Second uncle, don't worry. My nephew knows the importance."
Feeling the hot temperature coming from his shoulders, Xu Yi couldn't help but look solemn.
Life and death are all tied to one thought.
How could he risk his own life and act recklessly?
"Ahem."
Xu Zhen took back the palm that was placed on Xu Yi's shoulder, coughed twice, and his expression changed from solemn to slightly embarrassed.
"Second uncle has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it."
Seeing Xu Zhen's expression of embarrassment and embarrassment, Xu Yi quickly spoke.
"This...this drink...do you still have it?"
If Xu Yi's body hadn't been strengthened, he wouldn't have been able to hear Xu Zhen's words clearly.
"have."
Xu Yi laughed, "This second uncle is good at that, but he is greedy for drinking."
"Zhao Shou."
"What's wrong, Mr. Liu?"
Zhao Shou poked his head from outside the door.
"Go to the cellar to get two jars of wine for your second uncle."
"Bring it to your second uncle when he goes back."
Xu Yi chuckled and ordered, "There is still a lot of this kind of wine in the cellar of Youningyuan."
I originally planned to drown my sorrows in wine if I felt lifeless in the future.
Now it seems that it won't be long before Xu Zhen robs everything.
"Okay, Mr. Liu."
"Uh, Yi'er."
Xu Zhen rubbed his hands and said slowly: "Why don't you take a jar and eat it first? It's hot pot but no wine. It's really boring."
Perhaps it was because he felt relaxed now that he had finished talking about the business.
Xu Zhen's alcohol addiction took off again.
"Second uncle drank a lot today. Let's eat first. If you don't eat this mutton, you'll get old."
Xu Yi shook his head and said that he would never let Xu Zhen drink again.
If Lingding really got drunk in Youningyuan, Xu Yi would really be worried.
After all, neither he nor Zhao Shou were allowed to step out of Youningyuan without the emperor's order.
