Therefore, after Li Zhi ascended the throne, he actually faced a situation where the emperor was weak and his ministers were strong. Therefore, in the first ten years after he ascended the throne, "Fang Yiai's rebellion case", "Abolition of the king and Li Wu", and "Changsun Wu" broke out continuously. A series of incidents such as the "Taboo Conspiracy Case", all of which had wide implications. The result was that many old ministers in the court died, the situation of a weak king and a strong minister was changed, and the monarch's power was greatly strengthened. All this was because Li Zhi did not end up personally. It has been completed under the premise of hiding behind the scenes, and its political skills are evident.
But seeing the great situation in which power was monopolized and Qian Gang was dictatorial, Li Zhi had a physical problem. He was plagued by windstorms. He became dizzy and unable to see when he had an attack. However, Xu Jingzong and Li Yifu from the outer court were both talented but not moral. As a villain, Li Zhi had no choice but to hand over most of the government affairs to Queen Wu and let her manage the affairs on his behalf. This power-hungry couple can be said to have the same mind when it comes to power.
"The way to govern is to win people first!" Li Zhi had already started talking: "If Wang Wenzuo is a talented person, he should be given an official title, but now there are so many people like sheep and tiger skin, he looks loyal and brave on the outside but is timid on the inside. If he is It’s an inhumane use, but it ruins a big thing!”
"What's so difficult about this?" Wu smiled and said, "Just let him stay in Baekje. If he is an inhumane, the thieves will kill him for me. If he can defeat the enemy, he will be rewarded without delay!"
"Okay, then I will reward you with five hundred pieces of silk, and I will give you the reward!" Li Zhi smiled: "We will wait until we get the relics to talk about the rest!"
"Well, I hope I can find the relics as soon as possible and build a temple to pray for the pheasant slaves to be healthy and live a long life!"
"I hope so!" Li Zhi sighed. He is in the throne of heaven and rules all nations. His country is extremely powerful. His territory is so vast and the east and west are thousands of miles apart. It has never been seen in ancient times. If there is anything unsatisfactory, it is only because of his wind disease. , but all the famous doctors found no solution, and could only place their hopes on the illusory things of gods and Buddhas.
Under Pyongyang City, Tang Army Camp
The food on the plate has solidified, showing a disgusting pale white color, with no trace of movement. The boy Quan Yuan was lying in a pile of straw. This was already the second day after he was captured. Except for the guard who brought three meals, no one else entered the house. He had already got rid of the initial despair. Gradually regaining his sanity, he built a castle of hope in his heart: First of all, maybe Tang Ren didn't know his true identity. Even if he knew his identity, he didn't know that he was the actual commander of Pyongyang.
As long as the people of the Tang Dynasty did not know this, when his father learned that he was captured, he would immediately return to Pyongyang to ensure that the capital was safe. If the Tang people cannot conquer Pyongyang City and win the final victory, then they will be a very valuable bargaining chip for them, and their personal safety will be guaranteed. Thinking of this, the boy Quanyuan couldn't help but let out a long breath. But the next second, new pain hit him again: after this incident, even if he could go back safely, his inheritance rights might not be guaranteed. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel that his heart was being pinched by an invisible hand. , tears couldn't help but overflow from my eyes.
"Mom, Mom!" Boy Quanyuan found that the thing he couldn't forget the most at this time was his mother who had passed away. He could no longer remember his mother. For a moment, he seemed to be back to his childhood, sitting in front of the bed, Her mother's combing of her hair, her warm scent, and her soft voice will last forever.
The sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Boy Quanyuan raised his head subconsciously and found that the door was opened. Someone walked in, removed the plates on the table and replaced them with hot food. Boy Quanyuan turned his head and faced the visitor. After a moment, he heard someone say: "Boy Quanyuan, you'd better eat some, otherwise it will be difficult to eat these things after you get on the boat!"
The boy Quanyuan turned over and saw a tall man. He thought he looked familiar. After careful identification, he realized that he was the officer of the Tang Army who had captured him alive: "Get on board? What do you mean?"
"The general manager will send you to Chang'an to present prisoners to the emperor. Of course you have to take a boat!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile.
"Present prisoners?" Mr. Quanyuan was stunned. He stood up and said, "What happened? Why did you send me to Chang'an?"
"Don't worry!" Wang Wenzuo took a step back, his right hand already pressed on the saber at his waist: "Sit down and have something to eat first, and if you have any questions, ask slowly!"
The boy Quan Yuan also realized that he was still a prisoner. He nodded, returned to the table, sat down, picked up the wooden spoon and took a bite: "What happened?"
Wang Wenzuo smiled, said nothing, and just pointed at the dinner plate. After taking two bites, the Quanyuan boy felt really hungry, so he started eating faster. He finished the food on the plate in three mouthfuls, and looked up at Wang Wenzuo without saying a word.
"Do you still want it?"
"That's enough!" Quanyuan boy said coldly: "Answer my question, what happened? Why did you send me to Chang'an?"
"You seem to have forgotten your situation. You are a prisoner now!" Wang Wenzuo raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Besides, what's the use of knowing it? It will only make you more troubled!"
"You're right!" Boy Quanyuan had completely calmed down. He looked at the man in front of him coldly: "Then what are you doing here? Have you been demoted to be the jailer guarding me?"
"No!" Wang Wenzuo didn't pay attention to the sarcasm in the other person's words: "I'm here for myself!"
"For yourself?" Boy Quanyuan looked at Wang Wenzuo's face, trying to see through this man's heart: "Can you help me escape? I can reward you with a lot of gold when I go back!"
"Haha!" Wang Wenzuo laughed: "You might also cut my neck? Okay!" He waved his hand, interrupting the Quanyuan boy's persuasion: "Save your efforts, gold is of course good, but you have to first If you have a destiny, don’t beat around the bush, I can bring you a letter!”
"A letter?"
"Yes, a handwritten letter! You must have a lot of things you want to tell your family now, right? I can send it to you, how about it?"
The boy Quan Yuan lowered his head on the table and closed his eyes. The wound on his right leg was still aching, but what hurt more was his heart: "You promise to deliver it?"
"I promise you, do you believe it?" Wang Wenzuo sneered: "It depends on the content of the letter. I have brought paper and pen. After you finish writing, I will read it. As for whether to send it out, you have to read it. Does the letter meet my purpose? Of course, you can also not write it and just board the ship and leave. Maybe you will never have the chance to see your hometown with your own eyes again!"
Wang Wenzuo's last words hit the target, completely destroying the Quanyuan boy's psychological defense. He lowered his head: "Give me the pen and paper!"
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