I'm really not King Jing of Zhongshan

Chapter 161 Gu Anzhen Wuhou, go all the way...

Good news came from Kanto one after another, and the entire Chang'an City was immersed in the joy of victory.

In just three months, the rebellion initiated by Liu Bi, King of Wu, and Liu Wu, King of Chu, followed by Liu Ang, King of Jiaoxi, Liu Xiongqu, King of Jiaodong, Liuxian, King of Suichuan, Liu Piguang, King of Jinan, and Liu Sui, King of Zhao, was basically completed. put down.

In Chang'an half a month ago, people were still talking about Taiwei Zhou Yafu, whether he was a cowardly mediocre minister or a treacherous minister with "great ambitions";

——What is Zhou Yafu? !

But now, as long as Zhou Yafu is mentioned, people will give a thumbs up and sincerely praise: Taiwei Zhou is awesome!

Before, I spoke a little louder;
——What am I? !

The rebellion was put down, and the people were naturally full of joy, looking forward to a better life in the future.

Because victory means that those Guan Zhong Erlang who went out with the army will return triumphantly with martial arts and change the fate of the family in one fell swoop.

But what is a bit incompatible with this joy of universal celebration is that in Shangguanli, an aristocratic settlement outside Weiyang Palace, almost everyone has a look of sadness on their faces...

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"teacher;"

"teacher?"

"The prince is back..."

Therefore, Anhou's Mansion is a bedroom in the inner courtyard.

The bedroom, which wasn't too big at all, was filled with shabby conditions, but it suddenly became crowded just because of the influx of Liu Sheng, Liu Pengzu, the eldest son Shen Tumi, the emperor Qi, an old imperial doctor, and a historian;

Lying on the couch, Shentujia's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale;
On the edge of the couch, the old doctor lowered his eyebrows and shook his head, sighing endlessly;

Before lying on the couch, Hou Shizi Shen Tumi knelt down on the ground, weeping and speechless.

And after Liu Sheng's soft call, Shen Tujia, who was lying flat on the couch, finally slowly opened his eyes.

"My son..."

"Oh······"

"It's Mier who's back..."

The weak murmur made Shentu Mie hurried forward on his knees, stretched out his hand in tears, took Shentu Jia's old hand covered with gullies, and stuck it to his face.

"Father!"

"Children are not filial..."

"—Baby! Disrespectful~"

The crying sound was full of mourning, but Shen Tujia effortlessly turned his head to the side, and opened his eyelids, which were as heavy as ever;

Staring at Shentu Mie beside him for a long time, Shentu Jia blinked and nodded slightly to the old man who was over fifty.

"Take care of my brother..."

"Take care of the clan..."

"I, I must restrain my nephew... Strictly guard the family style..."

For such a short number, Shentu Jia spoke with great difficulty, and before he even had time to finish, he closed his eyes wearily again.

Seeing this situation, Hou Shizi Shentu Mie just lowered his head in grief, put his forehead lightly on Shentujia's hand, knelt on the edge of the couch, weeping uncontrollably...
"His Majesty?"

After a while, the old doctor who was sitting on the edge quietly got up and walked to Tianzi Qi's side;
Saying "Your Majesty" softly, the old doctor turned his eyes to Shentu Jia again, and immediately turned his gaze of asking for instructions to Tianzi Qi's face full of grief.

After a long time, Tianzi Qi let out a long sigh leisurely, resisting the unbearable feeling in his heart, and slowly nodded to the old doctor.

Receiving the emperor's instruction, the old imperial doctor couldn't help but take a deep breath, and returned to the edge of the couch full of sighs.

He took out a set of silver needles from the wooden box, carefully picked up a few of them, warmed them up on the oil lamp held by Liu Sheng, and then pierced several acupuncture points on the top of Shentujia's head, the side of the ear, and the back of his head.

Seeing the imperial physician's actions, everyone in the bedroom also realized what was going to happen next.

——In a short while, brothers Liu Pengzu and Liu Sheng gave way to the side of the couch, near Shentujia's head;

Hou Shizi Shen Tu Mao also gave up his seat in front of the couch.

After a while, when the old doctor took out the silver needles from the acupuncture points on Shentujia's head, there was already a table in front of Shentujia's bed.

The emperor Qi sat in front of the desk, raised his head without looking sideways, and waited quietly for Shentujia to wake up;

And beside Tianzi Qi, the historian had already prepared the bamboo slips and writing brushes, staring straight at the blank bamboo slips in his hands, and focused his attention on the next conversation between the monarch and his ministers.

Everyone is ready to welcome this scene that will be recorded in the annals of history and will be sung for future generations.

As for Shen Tujia, he finally opened his eyes leisurely under the mournful and somewhat serious eyes of the crowd.

"Uh······"

A slightly weak murmur caused Shentu Mie's crying to stagnate for a while;
Hastily stepped forward, gently helped Shentu Jia up, and sat up on the edge of the couch.

Then, Shentujia, whose face was full of vitality, only let out a breath, and then looked solemnly at the emperor Qi who was kneeling in front of the desk.

"There are still some things I want to say to Your Majesty;"

"—The prime minister can speak bluntly."

After the extremely brief opening remarks, Shen Tujia, who was already speeding up towards death, began to race against time to leave his last words.

"Since the rebellion has been quelled, His Majesty should seize the opportunity, rely on the prestige of a great victory, and eradicate the problems of clan princes in one fell swoop!"

"There are several keys;"

"——Jia Yi mentioned in the "Public Security Policy" that the Tweeters must become custom!"

"—The power of clan princes and kings to independently appoint officials at the level of two thousand stones and above in the middle school must be deprived!"

"—except for princes like Yan and Dai who are located in border areas, the number of guards of other princes and kings must be reduced to less than 3000; except for the guards of princes and kings, other armies should be controlled by county lieutenants, and princes and kings must not intervene !"

"Furthermore, the prince's guard must be controlled by the prince's lieutenant alone. Any official position in the prince's guard must not be appointed by the prince!"

"—especially the Lieutenant!"

"In addition to tweeting, the right to appoint and dismiss officials, and military power, other powers must also be restricted to varying degrees."

"The ultimate goal is only one: Through Jia Yi's "Tui En Policy", it will take three to five generations to break down all the current clan vassal states into complete feudal states."

"This goal is absolutely unshakable!"

"No matter whoever dares to point fingers at this target, His Majesty can directly execute him without interrogation!!!"

The angry words only attracted Tianzi Qi to nod repeatedly, and also made the historians on the side frantically write;
But in the bedroom, looking at Shen Tujia, who was still lying on the couch just now, unable to open his eyelids, he seemed to be a normal person at the moment, explaining the future to the emperor, everyone in the bedroom was very nervous. Tears bowed his head.

——Shen Tujia, it’s not that his condition has improved;

Instead, with Tianziqi's permission, he was awakened by the imperial doctor's forcible acupuncture, at the cost of overdrawing his last vitality, in exchange for this precious moment of sobriety.

In the words of later generations, the current Shentujia is in a state of returning light...

"What the prime minister said, I will firmly remember it in my heart, and I dare not forget a single word!"

"All the proposals of the prime minister, I will fully accept them!"

After a short period of silence, Tianzi Qiman spoke firmly and "awakened" the people who were silent in mourning;
However, Shen Tujia, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, became visibly sluggish in just this moment.

Xu Shi himself also felt that 'time is running out', and Shentu Jia's speech speed was also obviously accelerated;
Halfway through speaking, he gasped even more.

"After solving the problem of clan princes, there will be no major problems in Kanto."

"But this rebellion consumed a lot of the wealth, armaments, food and grass accumulated in the treasury;"

"If you want to fight a decisive battle with the Huns, your Majesty needs to continue to bear the burden of humiliation, light corvees and low taxes, and rest with the people."

"—At least another 20 years, when enough strength has been accumulated, His Majesty can send troops northward to fight the Huns."

"If you don't prepare well, the accumulation of the late emperor and His Majesty over the past few decades will be in vain..."

Sensing Shentu Jia's rapid breathing, Tianzi Qi only nodded his head hastily.

"Relax, Prime Minister."

"I understand."

"—Even if I can live another 20 years, I will definitely pass this responsibility to the next generation of emperors;"

"If you don't make complete preparations, I will never allow anyone to destroy the power accumulated by the late emperor for the ancestral temple and the community."

As soon as the emperor's voice fell, Shen Tujia nodded hurriedly, and continued without delay: "After the minister, the most qualified to be the prime minister should be the internal history Chao Cuo;"

"However, Emperor Taizu Gao once set a rule: people who are not Chehou cannot become prime ministers."

"So after the minister, Your Majesty can let Tiao Hou Zhou Yafu be the prime minister, and then wait for the opportunity to release Chao Cuo to practice in the army."

"When the internal historian establishes martial arts and gets the title of Marquis of Che, Zhou Yafu will definitely resign from His Majesty because he is impatient with government affairs."

"——Zhou Yafu, is a very capable, but also very arrogant person."

"If possible, Your Majesty should be more patient and tolerant towards Zhou Yafu..."

After another hasty speech, Tianzi Qizi nodded again, while Shentujia's eyes became a little distracted;
As if drunk, his eyes swayed erratically for a moment, and then subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the couch.

Exhausting all the strength in his body and maintaining a sitting posture in front of him, Shentu Jiacai panted heavily, and raised his head slightly towards the eldest son Shen Tumie, Liu Pengzu and Liu Sheng brothers.

"The son of the minister, contempt;"

"Since I was young, I have no skills, that is, I can't fight the enemy, and I don't have the ability to govern... the country and the people."

"——I hope that Your Majesty can promise the minister: Never, use any official position or any right to give it to the minister's son Mie;"

"All you need is to allow the minister... the family members of the minister to live a stable life in the kingdom of the minister..."

"Even if someone breaks the law, absolutely, don't forgive..."

As he spoke, Shentujia's body swayed, and his eyes, which were still piercing just now, shrugged again at this moment;

It seems that for Shen Tujia at this moment, the words 'open your eyes' are enough to make this old prime minister use up all his strength.

Seeing Shentujia in such a state, Tianzi Qi also turned his head full of sorrow, and nodded slightly to the historian beside him.

After the historian stopped writing and retreated outside the bedroom holding the roll of ink-stained bamboo slips, Shentujia, who was able to sit on the edge of the couch just now, was also the prince who had been crying into tears, and lay down on his back again. .

"Ah~"

With a bitter sigh, Tianzi Qi stepped forward and sat on the wooden stool where the old doctor was sitting.

With a complicated expression, he raised his head and looked at the old prime minister Shen Tujia, who was breathing hard, Tianzi Qi's extremely developed lacrimal glands, but it was rare for him to shed a few sincere tears without any hypocrisy.

"The old prime minister devoted himself to the sake of the ancestral temple and the community..."

"Even at this last moment, I still think about the safety of the ancestral temple and the community..."

"When I think about losing the prime minister, I feel like a knife is twisting my heart..."

When speaking, Tian Ziqi's tone was also slightly choked;
After weeping, Tianzi Qi even put his hands on his chest, and pulled his chest with a distorted expression.

But on the couch, Shentu Jiaman turned his head weakly, swallowed with great effort, and then tried his best to force a smile.

"Chen, I can no longer be with His Majesty..."

"In the future, His Majesty must think twice when dealing with state affairs;"

"The courtier's suggestion must be solemn and serious."

"You must see clearly: what kind of purpose the person who made the suggestion wants to use it to achieve..."

The whisper, which was as slight as the sound of mosquitoes, only caused Tianzi Qi to let out a sigh of melancholy, and then nodded with tears in his eyes;
Holding Shentujia's hand tightly in his palm, he looked at Shentujia with even more reluctance.

"Without the prime minister, what should I do..."

"Zongmiao, Sheji, who should I count on..."

The mournful words caused Shentujia to shake his head lightly, then lifted his head up sideways with great effort, and looked at Liu Sheng and Liu Pengzu who were at the bedside.

"The two young masters are...both outstanding clan relatives..."

"I can receive His Majesty's gift..."

"Become... the teacher of the two sons..."

"I, a man who came out of the... army, feel... very honored..."

The increasingly weak tone only made everyone in the room cry, and even Chao Cuo, who had always bowed his head and remained silent, had some red eyes for a moment.

Beside Shentujia, Liu Sheng and Liu Pengzu, brothers who had already cried to tears when Shentujia mentioned him, walked forward in panic and knelt down beside the couch.

Seeing the two proud students crying in front of his sick bed, Shen Tujia only managed to squeeze out a smile.

"I am a man who only knows how to kill the enemy, but does not know how to govern the country..."

"My children and grandchildren will not appear very capable people..."

"If in the future, among my descendants, whoever becomes an official or a general in the army, what..."

"—I also hope that the two young masters will take care of you..."

"No...you don't have to be responsive..."

"Just look at the time when I disdain my descendants and commit a heinous crime, just look at me as an ordinary man, and in the past, the teacher-student friendship with the two young masters..."

"for······"

"for me······"

"Leave a... bloodline..."

In the end, Shentujia's weak voice was so low that Liu Sheng needed to lean over and put his ear in front of Shentujia's mouth to barely hear it;
After finishing the last sentence, Shentu Jia finally couldn't resist the real tiredness that came like a tide, and closed his eyes leisurely.

A moment ago, there was a burst of low-pitched weeping in the sky above Gu Anhou's Mansion.

——Whether it is the brothers Liu Sheng and Liu Pengzu as students, or Shen Tumi as his son;
Whether it is Tianzi Qi as a monarch, or Chao Cuo as a colleague, or even a 'political enemy'.

Everyone bowed their heads in tears at this moment, offering their final respect to the old prime minister who was about to pass away.

Lying on the couch, Shentujia closed his eyes tightly, and began to murmur inexplicably...
"smear······"

"Clan..."

"Duty..."

"north······"

"north······"

"The Huns..."

"Hungary················"

After the last murmur, Shentujia who was lying on the couch let out a very slight breath;

After exhaling this last breath, the old prime minister who had worked hard all his life finally ushered in his end.

"Father!"

"Father~~~"

"Father······"

"teacher·········"

"Prime Minister..."

After a burst of wailing, there were only figures kneeling and howling in the bedroom.

Hou Shizi Shen Tumi knelt down and kowtowed in front of the couch, weeping endlessly;
Brothers Liu Sheng and Liu Pengzu also knelt tightly behind Shen Tumi, weeping and kowtowed to their teacher for the last time.

Even the emperor Qi, at this moment, solemnly arched his hands, and offered his final respect to the old prime minister lying on the couch.

"Prime Minister, have a good journey..."

——In the third year of Emperor Qi Xinyuan, on the seventeenth day of the fourth month of summer, the Prime Minister Anhou Shen Tujia died of illness.

On April 24th in the summer, there was a co-play by the court officials: the prime minister, Anhou Chenjia, was loyal to the country, worked hard, devoted himself to death, and passed away;
Posthumous Fa Yun:
To be strong and straightforward is called martial arts—hard without desire, strong and unyielding; with loyalty and forgiveness, upright and straight.

To control disasters and chaos is called martial arts—to conquer with soldiers, so it can be settled.

The overcoming of punishment and civilians is called martial arts - the law is used to correct the people and can make them obedient.

Innocence and keeping chastity is called chastity—doing innocence and sticking to one’s will.

If you think about it, you can say chastity—whatever you can think about is wrong.

No concealment, no humility, said chastity - calm and selfless.

The prime minister, Anhou Chenjia, has a clean sleeve, does not accept private bribes, is upright and unyielding, and is the pillar of the country;
For eight years, he made the people feel at ease, made the officials clear and bright, made the honesty useful, and made the traitors punishable.

The courtiers and officials discussed together, and they all agreed with: the posthumous prime minister, Anhou Chenjia, said: Zhenwu.

The Son of Heaven wept and sighed, saying to all the officials: the loss of Marquis Anzhen, the ancestral temple lost its pillars, and the community lost its pillars;

The world loses a virtuous person, and I also lose my thigh and arm......
(End of this chapter)