Long live Emperor Wu!

"You!" King Wu Li Ke still wanted to speak.

Li Shan interrupted him at the right time, and told everyone to shut up, and no one could find fault with him.

"Okay, just talk about things, don't talk about whether these things are there or not. Since the Taiwei does not agree with me issuing the edict of sin, then I have to consider the suggestion of King Wu Li Ke.

Someone in Shangshu Province must take responsibility. Mr. Zuo Pushe Yu Zhining is already old. He mainly concentrates on compiling national history at home. He does not often interfere with the affairs of Shangshu Province.

At that time, it was the right servant who was responsible for shooting Chu Suiliang. He should be the first person responsible for this crime. However, he has now been demoted to the position of governor. His official position is too small. Punishing him may not let the world know the determination of the imperial court to rectify the officialdom. so……"

He paused, raised his eyes and glanced at Changsun Wuji again, and said in a consulting tone:
"Demoting the Minister of Civil Affairs to the position of governor of Muzhou will also let the people of Muzhou know about it and express their grievances."

When Changsun Wuji heard this, he immediately stood up, cupped his hands and said:

"Your Majesty! Lord Gao is old and has been suffering from many illnesses recently. How can Your Majesty have the heart to treat an old minister like this? Besides, how can the grievances of the people about life and death be satisfied by demoting a minister to the position of governor?"

In fact, Li Shan didn't really want to belittle Gao Jifu, so he said directly:

"Then...then change the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs? The official of the Ministry of Personnel did not do the inspection properly and did not check the year of tax collection. He was also wrong."

"Your Majesty!" Changsun Wuji shouted again, shouting in his heart, didn't you hear what I just said?

Whichever one you demote will still be a high-ranking official in the eyes of the people, what's the use!

Li Shan seemed to have come to his senses now. He put his right hand in front of his body, twisted it, and said thoughtfully:

"Oh... that's right. I'm demoted to be the governor, but I'm still a feudal official. Such a big crime will make the common people angry. I'm afraid demoting won't work... Then just dismiss me and go home. But my uncle is right, they are all veterans with meritorious service. , I have been assisting the imperial court for many years, and I can’t bear to explain it to anyone..."

As he spoke, he turned his eyes to Changsun Wuji. He now wished that Changsun Wuji himself said that he was willing to take responsibility.

As long as he said it, it would be an attitude and a step back. As long as he could take a step back, the relationship between monarch and minister would be saved, and he would not really let him leave his post and go home.

But Changsun Wuji kept a dark face and looked at the young emperor with burning eyes. He seemed very excited and angry, but he didn't say a word.

Li Shan looked at him. On the high-level throne, he stood up and looked higher. His gentle eyebrows were like a Bodhisattva looking coldly at the warmth and coldness of the world. He had been waiting for him for a long time.

Finally, he lowered his eyes and seemed to have suppressed a lot of disappointment, and then said calmly:
"Then please feel sorry for Mr. Gao. He is old and has not come to court for a long time. Let's take this opportunity to go home and retire."

After saying that, he turned around and sat back, never looking at Changsun Wuji again, obviously unwilling to talk any more.

……

……

After the banquet that day, Li Shan remained silent. After eating, he sat in front of the desk and dealt with the remaining memorials that he had not read.

Wu Rou was watching from the side and saw that he was distracted from time to time and seemed a little uneasy, so she walked over, sat down carefully next to him, stretched out her hand and pulled his sleeve, and asked:
"Your Majesty, are you tired? If you trust me, I will help you read it and tell you the important ones. Anyway, they are all memorials that have been processed by the three provinces."

Li Shan woke up from his daze, looked at her for a while, and said with a smile:
"You are really brave, you dare to say such things."

Wu Rou nudged him with her elbow coquettishly and wantonly, pretending to be provocative and said: "Then... Your Majesty will punish me."

She did it on purpose, her eyebrows were silky, and her voice was sweet and irritating. Li Shan felt that his heart was tickled by her.

He looked at her with a doting smile on his face, his eyes gradually deepened a little, he reached out and took her arm, pulled her closer and kissed her lips.

The kiss was thin, lingering, and pathos. While kissing her, he was still unsatisfied, looking down at her features.

I like it in my heart, and I get what I want in this way. The itch in my heart is not relieved, but my heartbeat is even faster.

He unconsciously put his arms around her waist, wanting more.

Suddenly, he remembered the danger when Wu Rou gave birth, and he suddenly woke up. He quickly let go of her, then lowered his head and pursed his lips, trying to calm himself down.

He lowered his head and looked at the memorial on the desk, his eyebrows slightly lowered, and he looked particularly good-looking and well-behaved. Wu Rou didn't notice anything unusual about him, so she covered her mouth with her sleeves and said with a smile:
"Hmm... you still don't believe me. You are trying to stun me with your beauty and make me forget."

Li Shan sighed slightly and did not look at her, but he divided some of the pile of memorials that he had not read into his hands, brought them in front of her, and proved her guess wrong with his actual actions.

Then he said softly:
"It's not because I'm tired today, but because of the emperor's words, I think too much in my heart. I think too much, and my mood naturally becomes a little lower."

Wu Rou put the stack of memorials in front of her, blinked and asked:
"What did King Wu say?...What happened?"

Li Shan sighed, dragged his cheek with one hand, and looked into the void. The young emperor's features were clear and handsome, like a troubled teenager, and he said:

"I heard him say today that the people of Muzhou are not the numbers on the memorial, but real people. When I think about what he reported, my mood is very different.

I will think of the relatives I have lost, my father, my wife, my eldest brother and my sister... How sad and sad I am, how sad and sad they are too.

Because of the imperial court's negligence, I don't know how many people were saddened at the same time. When I think about this, I feel that being an emperor has such a great responsibility?

With one order, how many people went to die, and how many people wanted their wives and children to be separated... How can my conscience bear this? As I think about it, I feel a lot of boredom..."

Wu Rou listened quietly from the side, looking at his calm and gentle profile, and another thought flashed through her mind:

Such a beautiful person like him was like a pure and compassionate god, but he fell into the world of fame and fortune. He was born in an emperor's family, and he always seemed out of place.

Li Shan turned his head and saw that she didn't speak and kept looking at him. He smiled bitterly and said:
"It's my fault. Others must not have so many pretentious thoughts. It will be fine tomorrow."

As he spoke, he lowered his head again and was about to continue reading the memorial.

Wu Rou heard this and squeezed next to him again, saying:

"How can this be called hypocrisy? A compassionate emperor is better than a cruel and unkind emperor. If the emperor doesn't care about the life and death of the people, he will definitely not last long."

Li Shan lowered his head and said calmly:
"But it's okay to be too compassionate. Thinking about the suffering of those people, I can't help but feel for them. I'm afraid I won't even be able to bear sending troops to quell the rebellion in the future. If someone else were to be the emperor, he definitely wouldn't have so many ideas." (End of Chapter)