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Chapter 222 If virtue is not matched, there will be disaster

It was Xiao Shunzi who ran over in a hurry just now and conveyed the news to Eunuch Li. Eunuch Li looked very ugly, and immediately ran in to find the emperor.

Qi Ranran touched the edge of the Eight Immortals Table and looked out the window in confusion.

Thinking of Yu Wenchen's haste when he left, his eyes paused.

So anxious to leave...what happened?

At the same time, Prince Cheng's Mansion.

The housekeeper of the house came in and announced, "Your Majesty, Marquis Yunyang wants to see you."

Yu Wenjing was currently lying down in the pavilion enjoying the shade.

He held his head in one hand and held the wine glass in the other.

Qian Qian closed his eyes, his posture became even more wild and unrestrained, he turned his wrist, and the wine in the wine glass swayed slightly.

When the wind blew in his face, he lazily said, "Let him come in."

Yunyang Hou Linze came from the Lin family.

The same clan as Yu Wenjing’s mother, and is Yu Wenjing’s cousin.

Marquis Yunyang bowed first after entering.

"Your Majesty, today in the morning the Emperor mentioned the 'Hengxin Ticket', you see..."

"'Hengxin Ticket'."

Yu Wenjing snorted and opened his eyes.

He also had a pair of phoenix eyes.

However, his eyes are more elongated.

When not smiling, his slender eyes always look ruthless and gloomy.

Therefore, he always has a smile on his face.

But it was all careless and playful ridicule.

There is also a hint of ruthlessness.

He changed his posture, stretched one leg, and bent the other leg. He stood up and sat half-sitting. The clothes in front of him were loose and loose, covering the infinite wind.

"Our emperor has good ideas, but it is too difficult to handle this matter."

Marquis Yunyang: "..."

"There is an influx of refugees in the east of the city, causing riots and riots. Jing Zhaoyin has sent people to suppress them."

He reached out and pinched a cherry, but it tasted tasteless and he abandoned it.

He stood up and said in a faint tone, "Nowadays, a large number of refugees have entered the city, and the people in the capital have too much time to take care of themselves. Who will bother to care about others."

Holding a plate with cherries in his hand, Yu Wenjing threw it at the koi in the pond, hitting every hit accurately.

After a while, several fish with white bellies floated up in the pond.

"Now, the news must have reached the palace.

I'm afraid that our emperor is very busy and has no energy to care about the 'Hengxin Ticket'."

His words were full of disdain and contempt,

"Even the emperor has no time to take care of it, so who would really take this matter seriously.

As for the wealthy businessmen..."

Yu Wenjing paused for a moment, then turned to look at Marquis Yunyang, his words were quite suggestive,

"These days, disasters are everywhere, and it is not uncommon for some extremely poor people to kill people and steal their wealth. A Ze, what do you think?"

Marquis Yunyang rolled his eyes and said, "I understand, I will go now."

Yu Wenjing said slowly, "Don't be in a hurry."

Turning around, "Aze, have you heard about the severe drought in Shaanxi?"

"I don't know."

Yu Wenjing turned around, looked up into the distance, and spoke quietly as if he had nothing to do with him.

"This year is also strange. There are floods and droughts again, and there are still victims making trouble in the city.

Tell me, is this a sign from God?"

Marquis Yunyang raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Yu Wenjing.

The corners of the former's lips raised into a smile, "If virtue is not matched, there will be disaster."

Yunyang Hou understood: "I know what to do."

Yu Wenjing smiled, "That's good."

After Marquis Yunyang left, Yu Wenjing called the housekeeper and started to accuse him.

"Who picked the fish in the pond? All of them are dead in just a few days."

The housekeeper glanced at the pool, trembling with fear.

Yu Wenjing: "Change the fish and order something that will last longer."

Butler: "...Yes."

Looking at the bleached fish in the pond, the housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead.
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