"Your Majesty, they are so speechless."
Of course Li Wenzhong had no second thoughts, he was purely thinking about his uncle.
"If the imperial power wants to be stable, Your Majesty cannot do without the support of the landlords and gentry. If too many people are killed, it will be detrimental to the court."
Throughout the ages, so many people have tried to reform, but why have most of them ended in failure?
Because they harmed the interests of landlords, gentry, and aristocratic families.
No matter which dynasty or which generation the founding emperors were, they relied on powerful landowners to donate food and provide food to them, so that they could grow bigger and stronger little by little.
If the court offends these people severely, both sides will suffer losses.
"Bao'er." Lao Zhu put down the memorial in his hand, walked up to him with his hands behind his back and asked, "Who asked you to tell us these words?"
Of course he knew not to offend Ruen, but he wanted a better tomorrow for Ming Dynasty, for Baochao to be promoted better, and for the people to live a better life.
Therefore, he had to do this. If he was good to those landlords and squires, then the people would not think well of it, and the treasure money would not be good.
It's okay for the civil servant to be verbose, but he also wants to get the understanding of his family.
His amiable nephew did not understand him, which made him feel a little disappointed.
"Your Majesty~"
Li Wenzhong had tears in his eyes and said nothing, but his meaning was still obvious.
He hoped that Lao Zhu would stop there and stop killing people.
"Bao'er." Lao Zhu looked at his nephew, his tone full of pain and disappointment: "Do you think we really don't know that you are raising disciples in Cao Guogong's mansion?"
Hearing this, Li Wenzhong was shocked and immediately bit his head down without daring to lift it up. He had liked reading, poetry and other elegant things since he was a child.
If I hadn't been forced by circumstances back then, I'd probably be a scholar now.
He was close to the literati from the bottom of his heart, so he kept a lot of retainers in his house who were frustrated in his official career and had no talent.
I found it very relaxing to chat, drink tea and discuss poetry.
"You!!!" Lao Zhu suddenly yelled: "Since you stopped fighting, I think you have become pedantic in reading and have lost half of your general spirit.
"I learned it all from your disciples. I didn't learn anything well. All I learned was some rude and talkative stuff."
"Do you think we want to go on a killing spree?"
"Aren't we just human beings? Aren't we afraid of going to hell and being retaliated by others? Aren't we afraid of getting too much blood and dying a bad death?"
"What can we do?"
"You don't know what the situation is like among the people, and you don't know what the situation is like in Fujian."
"You only need to sit in Cao Guogong's mansion, drink two cups of tea and two glasses of wine with literati, discuss the world, and talk about imperial power."
"You suddenly felt so inspired that you came here to ask me not to go on a killing spree?"
Li Wenzhong looked at his angry uncle and lowered his head in fear.
Cao Guogong, who was respected and feared outside, was as good as his grandson at this time.
"Bao'er, Bao'er." Lao Zhu's eyes were slightly red, and he pointed at his nose and said: "If you were a commoner, how would you feel if someone else filled the wedding night for you on your wedding night?"
"If you are a farmer, officials keep raising taxes on you."
"It doesn't matter if you don't have enough to eat. The native troops raised by the squire will steal your food, burn your house, and sleep with your wife and daughter."
"If you are a military household, you are constantly in private service, your rations are withheld, your wife and daughter are bullied, and your life is worse than that of a dog."
"How do you feel about being bullied by Japanese pirates who come ashore from time to time?"
"Can you still kneel here and talk shamelessly, telling us to stop killing people and let them go?"
When people live in high places, they will naturally think about people of the same class and forget what life is like for people at the bottom.
The shopkeeper cannot empathize with the waiter, and the officials cannot empathize with the common people.
They will only sit high on the throne and ask the people at the bottom why they don't eat minced meat?
To put it bluntly, when Li Wenzhong became Cao Guogong, he had vast land, money, and power, and naturally he brought with him the landlord mentality.
This is not the mentality of refugees who were forced to flee because of famine and suffered so much.
Seeing that he was silent, Lao Zhu bent down and held his shoulders, speaking every word.
"Go back and think carefully about what kind of life you lived back then. At this time, there are thousands of people in Fujian living a life that you had before, or it may not be as good as before."
"snort!!!"
After saying this, Lao Zhu walked away. Xiongying was studying painting recently.
He promised his grandson yesterday that he would go paint with him today.
After Lao Zhu left, Li Wenzhong knelt in the center of the hall. It took another half an hour before he stumbled up. He had never seen his uncle like this before.
No, it should be said that my uncle has never treated me like this.
He has always treated himself like his own son.
Duke Cao's Mansion.
As soon as Li Jinglong got off school, he saw his father looking in a daze, so he quickly stepped forward to help him.
"Dad, were you scolded by His Majesty?"
Li Jinglong, who is only fourteen years old this year, has a handsome face and graceful manner, giving him the look of a fair-faced scholar.
"Well, how do you know?"
Li Wenzhong certainly liked his eldest son. Not only did he like him, but Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma also liked him.
Who wouldn’t like a child who looks good and studies well?
"You can tell." Li Jinglong helped his father sit down filially, and poured him hot tea: "Dad, why don't you get rid of all the hangers-on."
"What your Majesty wants to do depends on your Majesty's own reasons. We ministers can just listen. Why are you worrying so much?"
Isn't this what you are looking for?
It was in vain to make His Majesty angry, and he also received a scolding.
"You're a yellow-haired boy, what do you know?" Li Wenzhong waved his hand and sent him away: "Go and play by yourself, Dad wants to take a rest."
He was indeed frightened by what happened today, so he had to take it easy.
No matter how you say it, Li Jinglong is still a child. It's time for fun. Seeing that his father is okay, he goes back to the house to have his own fun.
His Highness King Lu found a book that could only be read after getting married. He persuaded people to let him borrow it for two days.
With such a good object, it is natural to stay up late and read it at night.
It's a pity that His Highness King Yan is not here, otherwise we could still share it.
Li Wenzhong didn't eat the dinner that day. He was too sick to get out of bed early the next morning. When his family saw that something was wrong, they hurriedly called in the imperial doctor.
After Lao Zhu found out, he knew that he was frightened, so he asked Zhu Biao to come to the door in person to comfort him. Later, he felt uneasy and went to the door in person.
Then many famous doctors were called in to treat the nephew. They saw that Li Jinglong and his younger brother were young and it was difficult to take care of themselves, let alone take care of adults.
Therefore, he asked Hou Huazhong of Huai'an to help take care of Li Wenzhong's illness, lest those doctors could not cure his nephew due to lack of dedication.
Who is Huazhong?
He is the son of Hua Yunlong, a veteran who followed Zhu Yuanzhang across the Yangtze River.
Gu Chen remembered that after Li Wenzhong died, Lao Zhu suspected that he had poisoned his nephew, so he demoted her.
Then a few years passed like this, and he was sentenced to death by the Hu Weiyong Party.
Li Wenzhong is going to die?
Gu Chen's mind was slightly moved. If Li Wenzhong died, wouldn't the Forbidden Army be in chaos? It didn't matter if Lao Zhu was killed. The main thing was whether Biao'er would be in danger?
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Lao Liao criticizing Sang and Huai in a strange and strange way.
"Tell me about Siben, too. He began to command His Majesty's personal army at the age of nineteen."
"At that time, I was so brave and invincible in killing the enemy, but now my hands are tied."
"Haha, are you afraid of killing?"
"He is a general, and countless souls have died under his sword. Killing one less and one more does not make any difference. Why are you afraid of this?"
Liao Yongzhong didn't think the emperor was cruel, he just thought it was ridiculous.
The murders Emperor Zhu had committed had already reached a level higher than the mountains.
It's better to do more, so as not to have to work harder when His Royal Highness ascends the throne in the future.
Li Wenzhong persuades people to put down the butcher's knife at this time. Isn't that just out of mind?
Gu Chen knew what he was thinking, but he didn't chat with him. He just handed over the list in his hand.
"Why are you talking to me about this? I asked you to come here because I have something to tell you."
"What Shen Yu gave us is that these are Turkish troops who are unwilling to move and want to resist. Your Majesty means that no one will be left behind and they will all be dealt with."
Shen Yu was a member of the Jinyi Guards. He was from the third rank and was sent by Jiang Wei to deal with Fujian affairs. He was cruel and ruthless, and his biggest hobby was torturing prisoners.
All useful disasters are in his hands, and useless disasters are left to Liao Yongzhong and others.
The meaning is also very simple, the list came out of his hand.
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