"Your majesty! Absolutely not!"


    Changsun Wuji knelt down for several steps, crawled on the ground and hurried to the road.


    "Lord Lai was anxious for a moment and just made a slip of the tongue. I hope your majesty can see it clearly!"


    "As the head of a great Confucian, Zhang Xian has great influence in the countryside. I hope your majesty will make a careful decision!"


    The king of Tang Dynasty stood on the main hall with his hands down, looked down at the eldest sun Wuji, pressed his anger, and his eyes fell on Du Ruhui, who was picked up.


    "Cut it off carefully! OK!"


    "Lord Lai, read this list to all of you!"


    Du Ruhui, who was slowly released, was limping and rolling close to the list, picked it up, and his trembling voice sounded slowly in the hall.


    "That is the king..."


    At the beginning of the last sentence, Du Ruhui was frightened, sweating, shaking his head and shaking his lips.


    "I... I dare not... Read again."


    Tang Tong is extremely arrogant and disrespectful to ridicule the humiliation of the young leader of the king of Tang.


    What''s more, the short three words behind are even more related to the accession of the king of the Tang Dynasty, which is a taboo in the court!


    But the king of Tang was not angry. He slowly sat in the Dragon seat and said in a deep voice.


    "Read."


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


    Du Ruhui was as limp as mud. He leaned powerlessly on the hall and printed clear sweat marks on his thin shirt on his back.


    The cold sweaty hand had already crumpled the two corners of the list. When the sweat on his face withered, the hard voice squeezed out of his throat.


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


    As soon as the voice fell, the whole figure lying prone on the hall shook inexplicably, arched back and a little shorter.


    On the silent hall, in addition to the nervous heartbeat of the ministers, there was the faint collision of the upper and lower teeth.


    The king of the Tang Dynasty, sitting high in a dragon chair, glanced at the hall with cold eyes.


    "Dear Aiqing, in your opinion, how to make a careful decision?"


    Carefully cut off the four words, with an extra emphasis, the meaning of deterrence is more sufficient.


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


    "It is clear that they despise imperial power, instigate the people and seek rebellion."


    "This man should be beheaded!"


    The old loud voice was also frightened by the royal majesty, and the voice was a little lower.


    However, in these words, the meaning of killing and cutting is not reduced at all.


    Fang Xuanling moved to the hall on her knees and said earnestly.


    "Your Majesty, the great Confucian family, with guests gathered on the door and deep roots in Qilu."


    "The Confucian lecture society has spread its branches and leaves in the major states and counties of the Tang Dynasty, which has a wide influence. I hope the king of the Tang Dynasty will think twice."


    Civil and military disputes have existed in all dynasties.


    In particular, Wen Chen and Wu Jiang are in different environments. Wu Jiang''s way of thinking often subdues violence with violence, while Wen Chen subdues people with virtue.


    The king of Tang also knew what was at stake. While his anger gradually dissipated, his thoughts gradually became clear.


    The great Confucian family has a deep foundation. If it really wants to kill, it will at least kill more than ten thousand people.


    Such violent killings will inevitably make the emperor who created a prosperous era known as a tyrant.


    But if such acts of defiance of imperial power and defiance are not severely punished, what is the heaven''s power? Where is royal dignity?


    "Your Majesty, this man can''t be killed, or at this time."


    There was a touch of certainty in the old voice.


    The king of Tang''s eyelids beat slightly and looked at the place where he spoke with all his ministers.


    Gao Shilian, who has always been mature and prudent, raised his head, his eyes full of perseverance, and looked at him in a daze.


    A touch of appreciation floated on the king''s cheek and said.


    "Tell me."


    Gao Shilian respectfully bowed his hand and said.


    "Your Majesty knows the reason here better than the old minister."


    "At present, Zhang Xian makes use of the matter of Qingzhou. If he is solving the famine in Qingzhou, he will kill, which will inevitably arouse the anger of the people in other states and counties."


    "Everything will be clearer when your majesty solves the disaster of Qingzhou."


    These remarks hit the nail on the head and touched on the main points.


    Zhang Xian read Confucian classics and openly confronted the court, which was contrary to the way of kings and officials.


    He did not know such obvious truths, which even street vendors knew.


    At the foot of the emperor, he posted a censure list. Such arrogant acts are not Zhang Xian''s own death.


    In the final analysis, it is just an extreme way to appeal the suffering of the people in Qingzhou.


    Listening to Gao Shilian''s words, the king of Tang tapped the armrest of the Dragon chair and said slowly.


    "According to the meaning of the Duke of Shen, what should we do?"


    Gao Shilian slowly arched his hands and said.


    "In my opinion, the land of Qingzhou suffered a severe drought last year, and there is not much surplus grain for ordinary people this year, which makes it particularly difficult to collect tax grain this year."


    "Your Majesty, if you don''t let the Qingzhou assassin take the blame, develop agriculture and mulberry, restructure the state and county, and make atonement for his meritorious deeds."


    The king of Tang narrowed his eyes slightly and patted the dragon''s fingers to stop slowly.


    "Can a poor Qingzhou parent official, a reformed state and county, do it?"


    As soon as he said this, the faces of the ministers changed.


    Zhang Xian''s story of recruiting disciples in his house and competing with the local government has long been spread in the market.


    In the countryside, Mingxian is widely accepted. These things are hovering on the edge of the laws and prohibitions of the Tang Dynasty.


    In particular, like Zhang Xian, he has a huge momentum and has always been a strength that can not be underestimated. Once there is opposition, the consequences will be unimaginable.


    It seems that the king of Tang still wants to get rid of this thorn in his eye.


    The eldest sun Wuji looked dignified and said.


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


    The voice was interrupted by the king of Tang and waved.


    "This matter needs no further discussion."


    "Transfer back to Chencang, and pay the local tax grain of Qingzhou for one year."


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


    "Scattered Dynasty."