For the Supreme Emperor, whenever the Zhenguan rule was mentioned in later generations, the one who was often hooked up with Tiankang Li Shimin was not Empress Changsun, but Wei Zheng, the shit-making stick.

The famous minister of Zhenguan is the first to be named Wei Zheng.

Officials like Fang Du who do practical things have not been short of all dynasties. But what they lack in all dynasties is the censors like Wei Zheng who dared to give advice, or two right people fell in love with each other.

Li Shimin, who had experienced the Xuanwu Gate Incident, was eager to use his achievements to wash away his former stains. And Wei Zheng... Perhaps it was insisted on and was tenacious for the welfare of the people in the world.

Although Li Shimin at this moment had a great record of war, in the eyes of court officials and even the people, he was a tyrant who cooked his brothers and slaughtered his brothers and was unable to rise to the image of the late Zhenguan period saint.

"This matter..." Li Shimin sighed lightly. On one side, it was his father's request. If he killed the person who was bailed by the Supreme Emperor and cut off the hope of the Supreme Emperor's seeking immortality and seeking the elixir of immortality, his heart would be even more guilty.

But on the one hand, Wei Zheng's insistence was the determination to advise him with death!

After this, he raised his toes and stepped onto the chasing. Under the canopy held by the eunuch maid, he said lightly: "The Supreme Emperor has never let anyone down. How can I let someone down again? This is to cut off people's desires. Although he is the emperor, he is even the son of the Supreme Emperor..."

After saying that, he pulled down the curtain of the chasing, closed his eyes gently, and his eyes were filled with tears.

My father, my life is not long, how can he let the Supreme Emperor down again?

When choosing one of the two, Li Shimin gave the answer, Wei Zheng was a minister, and he was a king. Even though he was stigmatized in the world, it was better than...... to hurt Li Yuan's heart again.

Hearing Li Shimin's sigh, Wei Zheng seemed to have drained all his strength and collapsed on the ground. The official hat on his left hand also slid to the ground and rolled a few times.

"Ah, what can I do? I advise you for death, and I listen directly. Now that you are disgusted with it, I should also save the country by death!"

He sneered several times, causing the rain-wet hair to behind his ears, and swelled up again. The white head finally hit the edges of the platform like a stubborn old cow.

The platform is built with tight rammed earth and is laid with a layer of marble slabs on it. The rain slowly flows down the gap, but it is mixed with increasingly bright red blood.

The people of Chang'an who were watching became more and more silent. They let the rain slap them, and some people holding umbrellas closed them back. One person knelt down, and the others began to kneel down sparsely...

The painting is extremely quiet, but the corner of Chang'an is quiet like a painting. Only the drizzling spring rain in my ears proves that the sky is cloudy and the heart is sad...

The floor was very cold. If it were changed, there might have been a nagging old woman who had long complained that the weather would recur... But at this moment, it was very quiet.

Quiet means respect.

"Brother Xuancheng, why bother?" Du Ruhui took the lead in helping Wei Zheng who fell to the ground. He had been working with him for many years. He had expected this, but he was one step too late.

Du Ruhui's scream was not loud, but it spread throughout the schoolyard.

Li Shimin called for a stop to chase, jumped down, and did not care about the etiquette, and took Wei Zheng's fainting body and sobbed: "I lost Xuancheng, as if I had lost a mirror, and the sky was not pitying... It was also a dilemma, why should you be angry and die? If Xuancheng dies, then who dares to advise someone in the world to advise someone again?"

As soon as the words stopped, the ministers were deeply saddened, especially the censors who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, and they felt even more uncomfortable. Wei Zheng was dead, so what was their intention to live?

A few excited people swayed their sleeves and went to hit the wall indignantly.

However, with the lessons of Wei Zheng, the guards had long been scrupulous and had already stopped the censors from their desire to die.

"In the past, Wang Lei held a warning with his left hand and a sword with his right hand. He could not persuade Liu Zhang to invite Liu Bei into Shu, but he was sentenced to death! Wei Zhongcheng has been following his ancestors, how can we survive?" A censor said angrily.

Li Yuan, who was standing by, felt uncomfortable. He thought Wei Zheng was just acting, but he ignored the determination of the ancients too much, especially Wei Zheng, a famous minister who has been through the ages, and the integrity in his heart is difficult for anyone to erode.

What's the terrible fear of death if you're a mere three-foot-thousand-sized life? As long as the emperor is alert from now on, everything is worth it.

This is foolish loyalty, but it is admirable.

but......

Li Yuan's brow jumped unnaturally. When he saw Wei Zheng who was being held by Li Shimin, his fingers trembled, and the amplitude was still very large. He seemed to be... alive?

Seeing this, he couldn't care about the dirty things he had just now and stepped forward and said, "Wei Zheng is not dead yet. He can still rescue him. Why are you crying?"

The Supreme Emperor said, and asked the eunuchs beside him to stop. It was rainy and it was hard to ensure that the wound would not get inflamed in the rainy days.

As long as you don’t die on the spot, it is generally a physical trauma. However, if you don’t take good care of it, it is difficult to ensure that you will not be infected with the wound. If Wei Zheng’s head is injured, his life will be really hard to say.

Li Shimin was stunned for a moment, then immediately picked up Wei Zheng himself and put him in the stairs to catch up.

.........

The Duke of Zheng State.

In a bedroom in the side hall.

The Supreme Emperor wiped his sweat and finally grabbed Wei Zheng from Yan Luo. In fact, he did nothing else to treat Wei Zheng, just simply disinfect it with alcohol and then bandage it with linen.

However, in the early Tang Dynasty, there was no high-purity alcohol for disinfection, and they didn't know how to get wounds infected, so almost all the treatment was based on destiny.

Therefore, as long as the injury is too serious, it is almost a death.

Wei Zheng twitched slightly. Although he was still fainting, the stinging alcohol still made him moan a few times. He often used to make shit sticks, but he really didn't expect that he would have such a painful day.

"Thank you, the foreigner, for saving your life." Wei Qinshi suddenly fell to the ground and kowtowed to the emperor a few times.

The Tang Dynasty did not kowtow, and only on major occasions such as sacrifices or throne ceremony would court officials kneel down to worship the emperor.

Although the people are not as noble as officials, they can just kneel down symbolically, which is far less exaggerated than three kneelings and nine kowtows in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Wei Qinshi is also considered a fateful wife and is a lady of a high grade. Her kneeling is beyond words.

Li Shimin, who was outside the bedroom, also walked in after hearing the sound and sighed: "Xuancheng is a loyal minister of the country, but unfortunately he is so straightforward..."

Speaking of this, his tone stopped and he chuckled, "The loyal minister just wants to be straight-minded!"

The Supreme Emperor nodded slightly. In the prosperous era of Zhenguan, Li Shimin and Wei Zheng were indispensable. At this moment, it was only the first year of Zhenguan, and the prosperous era had not yet emerged.

The fourth year of Zhenguan was the beginning of the true prosperity.
Chapter completed!