The situation of Li Zhi is even more special. His father Li Shimin was the actual founder of the Tang Empire and the greatest emperor in ancient China. While inheriting his rich political legacy, he also inherited the most powerful group of heroes. These Heroes with outstanding military and political talents may be loyal to Li Zhi's great father, but they may not be so loyal to this much inferior son.
After all, Li Shimin could pass the throne to Li Zhi, but he could not leave his talent and prestige to his son. What's worse is that these heroes have been tied to the royal family through marriage. In other words, the palace and the court have been completely integrated, and the royal family and the nobles are also inseparable. Considering that Li Shimin left a lasting impression within the royal family when he established the crown prince, The situation after Li Zhi ascended the throne can be imagined due to the many contradictions under his rule.
According to historical records, Li Zhi's behavior when facing Fang Yiai's rebellion was quite in line with his "benevolent and cowardly" character. For example, when he interrogated Fang Yiai, he actually said, "You are my relative, why?" Conspiracy?"
Later, when Changsun Wuji reported to him that the rebellion case involved King Wu Li Ke and King Jing Li Yuanjing, Li Zhi cried and said, "King Jing, my uncle; King Wu, my brother; can I avoid his death?" The responsibility for Fang Yiai's rebellion was placed on Changsun Wuji.
However, judging from the skill and decisiveness that Li Zhi later showed in his governance, this description can only be said to be a common method of "tampering for the venerable" in ancient history books. After all, when someone later reported Changsun Wuji for treason, Li Zhi still cried and said: "If it turns out that my uncle is true, I will never bear to kill him. What will the world say about me? What will future generations say about me?" It was as if Li Zhi was being accused again. His subordinates were deceived and accidentally killed Changsun Wuji.
Of course, Sima Guang still had a bit of a historian's conscience. He added at the end, "I thought it was true, but I didn't ask Wuji about it." He severely insulted Li Zhi.
"The emperor's house, the emperor's house!"
Li Zhi let out a deep sigh, dismissed the palace maid who was attracted by the screams, and lay down, but he could no longer fall asleep again. The memories were spinning in his mind like a revolving lantern. Did he do it back then? Is it too much? But hasn’t this been the case for emperors since ancient times? If he were to change places, I'm afraid his end would be even worse.
My father also attacked and killed his brothers at Xuanwu Gate and took power from his grandfather. However, he later worked hard to govern and expand the territory. Didn't the Chinese and Yi people also respect him? As long as he can be like his father, his reputation in the history books of future generations should not be too bad, right? Thinking of this, he felt better and gradually fell asleep.
The next morning, the chirping of birds in the yard woke Li Zhi from his sleep. He did not open his eyes immediately, but silently enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility. Only at this time could he forget about the swords and swords, the gains and losses, I remember that I was still the young man sitting in the hall, facing the peach blossoms, reading Buddhist scriptures.
"Official!"
The eunuch's voice brought Li Zhi back from his memories. He immediately opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"
"There is military information coming back from Dengzhou!"
"General Su said that all preparations have been made for crossing the sea, and we are just waiting for the favorable wind direction; Duke Linhai has also successfully arrived in the capital and is preparing to dispatch Silla troops to go north!"
"Yes!" Li Zhi nodded: "Is there any news from Liaodong Road?"
"No news yet!"
Li Zhi snorted with some displeasure. The person in charge of the Liaodong Road was Qibi Heli. This man was originally Tiele Khan. He had returned to the Tang Dynasty during the reign of Emperor Taizong. He had outstanding achievements and was one of the top generals in the Tang army.
This time Gaozong sent troops, he was responsible for the dispatch and command of Liaodong Road, but the action was quite slow, which made Li Zhi quite dissatisfied, but he also knew that he would not accept the orders of the foreign emperor, not to mention the dangerous roads of Liaodong Road, and there were In Liaoze, the slow action of the Tang army also makes sense.
"Does the official want to issue an edict to urge Duke Xi?" asked the eunuch outside.
"No need, he is a veteran left by the late emperor. There is no need for anyone to say anything about using troops in the face of the enemy!" Li Zhi got out of bed: "Just issue an edict and ask the states in Jianghuai, Shandong and Shandong to step up shipbuilding and transport military supplies!"
"Old slave obeys the order!"
Baekje, the mountain city of Rencun.
There is no moon in the sky, wolves are howling from a distance, and crows are perched on the treetops. Their scarlet eyes flash like red-hot charcoal. Legend has it that after eating enough human flesh, the eyes of this ominous bird will turn into Red, like blood.
"Lang Jun, let's set off!" Yuan Fei's teeth were white under the firelight.
"Well, you should be careful!"
Wang Wenzuo didn't like taking action on a night like this, but he had no choice, darkness was the attacker's friend. The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more rugged and narrow the road becomes, and the stronger the Baekje castle becomes. Every stone bullet, every spear, every piece of bread, every bundle of arrows, and every plank has to pass against falling rocks. After several kilometers of rugged mountain roads, the Tang army's offensive was like a crossbow arrow that flew a hundred steps, becoming increasingly weak and weak.
"Please don't worry, Sir!" Yuan Fei smiled, bowed his hands to Wang Wenzuo, turned and left, and soon their figures disappeared into the night. The night wind swirled through the trees overhead, bringing down fallen leaves. Otherwise, everything was quiet and lifeless. But this does not make Wang Wenzuo eliminate his fear. What he was afraid of was not what he could see, but the murderous intent hidden in the night.
On the other side of the city wall, Hei Te Changzhi didn't sleep either. He was limping on the city wall holding a short spear. There were people lying on the ground, some dead and some alive. The only difference is that the dead will not react when touched, while the living will let out an unconscious groan when touched. He silently calculated how many people on the wall could take up arms.
"Seven hundred and forty-five!"
This is the number that Heijia Changzhi got when he walked to the end of the city wall. There are still 400 wounded people in the last castle on the mountainside, and there were 4,000 people twenty days ago. How many people will there be before dark tomorrow? He couldn't imagine it.
Black Tooth Changzhi found a sheltered corner and sat down against the city wall. This action made him groan in pain. Two days ago, he was hit by an arrow in the thigh. The arrow penetrated the gap in the chain armor. Fortunately, it did not Injure your muscles and bones, otherwise you will be a cripple for the rest of your life.
Hei Te Changzhi turned his body sideways to avoid overpowering the wound. He took a long breath and wanted to take a rest before dawn, but his mind could not calm down: How many more days could he hold on? When will Fukunobu Onimuro come back with his army? When will this fight end? All kinds of chaotic thoughts kept him unable to sleep. War is so terrible that even if you survive, it will leave you with wounds that will never heal and keep you awake every night.
