The Great Tang: World Martial God

"Your Majesty! Never!"

Changsun Wuji walked on his knees for a few steps, crawling on the ground, and said in a hurry.

"Duke Lai was eager for a while, and he just failed to say anything. I hope your Majesty will observe it!"

"As the head of the great Confucian scholars, Zhang Xian is quite influential in the countryside, and I hope your majesty will make a cautious decision!"

King Tang stood on the main hall with his hands held down, looked down at Changsun Wuji, and forced his anger into his heart, his gaze fell on Du Ruhui who had been picked up, said.

"Carefully cut off! Good!"

"Duke Lai! You will read this list to all of you!"

Du Ruhui, who was slowly let go, had limp hands and feet, and crawled close to the text, picked it up, and the trembling voice slowly sounded in the hall.

"That is the king..."

At the beginning of the last sentence, Du Ruhui was already horrified, sweating like rain, shaking his head, his lips shaking.

"Chen...Chen didn't dare...Read again."

Tang Tong was extremely arrogant and disrespectful of taunting Tang Wang's young leadership.

What's more, the three short words that follow are even more involved. The ascension to the throne of King Tang is a taboo in the court!

However, King Tang remained angry, sitting slowly in the dragon seat, and said in a deep voice.

"read."

The powerful voice rushed over the steps like wind and thunder, reaching Du Ruhui's ears.

Du Ruhui's body was limp and muddy, lying weakly on the hall, with clear sweat stains printed on the thin shirt on his back.

His hands in cold sweat had already wrinkled the two corners of the text, and when the beads of sweat on his face were withered, a hard voice was squeezed out of his throat.

"What... what is filial piety, what is... benevolence."

As soon as the voice fell, the whole figure leaning over the hall trembled inexplicably, and its arched back became a little shorter.

In the silent hall, apart from the nervous pounding heartbeats of the officials, there was the slight clash of the upper and lower teeth with fear.

King Tang, sitting high in the dragon chair, glanced at the hall, his eyes cold.

"You Aiqing, in your opinion, how should you make a cautious decision?"

Cautiously cut off the four words, especially aggravating the tone, and more deterrence.

Yuchi Jingde slowly propped up his body, raised his head, and said.

"Despising the emperor's power, instigating the people, and conspiracy is clear."

"This person should be cut!"

The loud voice of the past was also shocked by the royal majesty this time, and the voice was slightly lower.

However, in these words, the meaning of killing is not diminished at all.

Fang Xuanling knelt and moved to the hall, earnestly said.

"Your Majesty, the great Confucian family, the guests gather at the door, and the roots are deep in the Qilu land."

"The Confucian Lecture Society has spread its branches and leaves in the major states and counties of Datang, and its influence is very wide. I hope the king of Tang will think twice."

The war between civil and military has existed in all dynasties and dynasties.

In particular, civil servants and military commanders are in different environments. Military commanders often use violence to control violence in their way of thinking, while civil servants use morality to persuade others.

Wang Wang also knew the stakes in this. As his anger faded away, his thoughts gradually became clear.

The great Confucian family has deep roots, and if the idea of ​​killing is really activated, at least 10,000 will be killed.

Such violent killings will inevitably make himself, the emperor who started a prosperous age, named a tyrant.

But if such acts of contempt for the emperor's power and blatant resistance are not severely punished, where is Tianwei? Where is the royal dignity?

"Your Majesty, this person cannot be killed, in other words, absolutely cannot be killed at this time."

There was a touch of certainty in the old voice.

King Tang's eyelids twitched slightly, and he followed the ministers to look towards the place where they made the sound.

Gao Shilian, who has always been so mature and prudent, raised his head, his eyes filled with determination, and he looked over in a daze.

A touch of appreciation floated on Wang Wang's cheek, said.

"Tell me."

Gao Shilian respectfully bowed his hands and said.

"Your Majesty knows the truth more clearly than the old minister."

"At the moment, Zhang Xian uses the Qingzhou incident and uses the topic to play out. If he is to solve the Qingzhou famine, he will punish and kill, and it will inevitably arouse the anger of the people in other prefectures and counties."

"After your Majesty resolves the Qingzhou disaster, everything will become clearer."

In this remark, the point came to the point.

Zhang Xian was full of Confucian classics and openly confronted the court, which violated the way of the emperor and his ministers.

This kind of obvious truth, even the truth that street vendors knew, he didn't even know it.

At the feet of the emperor, posting a condemning list, this kind of arrogant behavior is not Zhang Xian's own death.

After all, it is just a radical way to complain about the suffering of the people in Qingzhou.

Listening to Gao Shilian's words, King Tang tapped the armrest of the dragon chair once and then slowly said.

"According to Shen Guogong's intention, what should I do?"

Gao Shilian slowly arched his hands and said.

"In the opinion of the minister, the land of Qingzhou suffered a severe drought last year. This year, there is not much food left for ordinary people, which makes it extremely difficult to collect taxes and food this year."

"Your Majesty should not let the governor of Qingzhou be guilty, develop agricultural mulberry, restructure the state and county, and make atonement for his merits."

Wang Wang squinted his eyes slightly, patting Dragon Seat's fingers and slowly stopped.

"Is it possible to restructure a state and county, a poor Qingzhou parent official?"

As soon as this statement was made, the expressions of the ministers changed.

Zhang Xian recruited disciples in the mansion, contended with the local government, and talked about it.

In the countryside, people are recruited. Such things are on the verge of the Tang law and prohibition.

Especially like Zhang Xian, the momentum is huge, and it has always been a strength that cannot be underestimated. Once there is a rebellion, the consequences will be unimaginable.

It seems that King Tang is still trying to get rid of this thorn in his eyes.

Changsun Wuji looked solemn and said.

"Your Majesty, Zhang Xian is the head of a great Confucian after all, this..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by King Tang and waved his hand.

"There is no need to discuss this matter."

"Transfer back to Chencang, Qingzhou land tax and grain, postpone payment for one year,"

After that, he got up suddenly, walked towards the side hall, and said in a deep voice.

"Disperse."