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Chapter 737

Chapter 737

Shen Wanyue's eyes widened and she kept repeating the jailer's words in her ears, Xiao Chengyi is dead? How could he die? She is still waiting for him to save her.

She didn't believe this fact, shook her head and said: "Impossible, you must be lying to me. Were you sent here by that bitch Mu Yun'an? Was she sent you here?"

Shen Wanyue rushed towards the jailer as if she was crazy. She was sure that Mu Yun'an sent this man to humiliate her, deceive her and take revenge on her!

"madman."

The jailer kicked her away, cursed and walked out.

Shen Wanyue fell to the ground and could not get up again. She was in severe pain all over her body, but she was still muttering to herself: "He won't die, he won't die, he won't... .”

The heavy rain continues to fall outside. It has been raining for ten consecutive days. Floods have occurred in many places in Beichen. There is an endless stream of reports on the disaster every day.

In the imperial study room.

Yuan Hao almost turned gray with worry. The continuous heavy rain was a natural disaster. The key was that some people used natural disasters to spread rumors that the emperor was immoral, and the people believed it.

At this time, outside the palace gate, countless people were kneeling in the rain to express their feelings and want Yuan Hao to give an explanation.

"It's the opposite, it's really the opposite!"

Yuan Hao listened to the screams of the people outside the palace gate. He was so angry that he overturned the table and became furious. He shouted sternly: "Come here, arrest all the people outside the palace gate, cut out their tongues, and watch them." Do you still dare to spread rumors and cause trouble?"

Hearing this, Xuandu advised in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, you must not do this."

Yan Jingxuan also echoed: "Father, please calm down. The people are now in panic because of natural disasters. If we deal with the people, it will only be counterproductive, and may lead to riots."

Yuan Hao knitted his brows and looked angry, questioning: "They keep asking me to give them an explanation? Do they want me to commit suicide to thank heaven?"

Yan Jingxuan hurriedly knelt on the ground and said, "I don't mean that."

Xuandu was afraid that Yuan Hao would be angry at Yan Jingxuan, so he said: "Your Majesty, what the prince said is not unreasonable. Since the people want your majesty to give them an explanation, then give it to them."

Yuan Hao calmed down a little and asked Xuan Du: "What do you think the Imperial Master has to say?"

Xuandu said: "On the day of the sacrificial ceremony, your majesty only needs to issue an edict of sin and burn it to heaven."

Yuan Hao's face was slightly displeased: "I'm guilty of the imperial edict? Does the Imperial Master also think that I'm guilty?"

Xuandu's face was as normal as he said in a calm voice: "The Edict of Sin Ji is the highest state of emperor's benevolence. It would be a big mistake if Your Majesty only cares about the word Sin Ji. It represents the mind of an emperor, not the true nature of the emperor." sin."

After listening to his words, Yuan Hao felt a sudden enlightenment. He had also read in history books that the previous kings issued edicts to sin against themselves during natural disasters, and all of these kings were loved by the people.

He was too anxious just now and did not think of this, so he said: "I am too narrow-minded. What the Imperial Master said is reasonable. I will issue an edict to inform the world of my sin."

Xuandu rolled up his sleeves and saluted: "Your Majesty, the Holy Ming."

Yuan Hao looked at Yan Jing who was still kneeling on the ground and said: "Get up. Don't kneel down all the time in the future. I am your father. If you have anything to say, you don't have to be afraid.

The Imperial Preceptor has great wisdom, you will have to ask the Imperial Preceptor for advice in the future, do you understand?"

Yan Jingxuan stood up and nodded: "I understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Quan hurried in, holding a golden book in his hand and saying: "Your Majesty, Nanyue sent someone to deliver a letter of credence."

"oh?"


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