Three whips break the father-son relationship, please call me prince

Chapter 330 Li Jing dies, national flag is used
After Cheng Zhijie was released from ban, he urgently made up for the important information that had been missing in the court in the past few months.

After learning the general idea, I realized that my sacrifice was not unjust.

The Holy Emperor was questioned in person by the imperial guards.

It has been published, and the army has not yet given an explanation. Then Your Majesty must give the army an explanation.

It is definitely impossible for Your Majesty to explain to the army.

It can only be given by the army itself.

During this period of time.

Cui Dunli and the leader of the Cui family came to Cheng Zhijie's residence.

With great apology and humility, he came to comfort Cheng Zhijie.

Cheng Zhijie did not make things difficult for them. Although he was very unhappy, he gradually calmed down with the assurance of Cui Dunli and the others.

"It's a cheap charcoal head."

"He can still lead troops. I have returned to the fourteenth year of Zhenguan."

……

East Palace.

Li Chengqian and Li Xiaogong are talking.

"I think it's a bit unfair to Duke Lu."

Li Xiaogong said with some emotion.

Li Chengqian chuckled, "This is not like my uncle."

He didn't want to expose the truth, and he was just trying to be ungrateful after getting the advantage.

It was not Cheng Zhijie's intention to step down.

It was Li Shimin and the Guanlong family's ideas.

The Guanlong family wanted to push Li Rengong to the position. After all, Li Rengong was a politician, but he had little experience in the military, and he was mostly in charge of a region.

Now that the timing is right and Li Rengong has done a good job in Jiangnan, he can take a further step and take control of the central government.

There are two deputy prime ministers in Shandong family, and there are also some in Jiangnan.

Why should the Guanlong family fall behind?

This time everyone has to contribute to make the Fanyang Lu family a success.

Then everyone should take advantage of it.

Then, the Guanlong family and the Cui families in the two places discussed it and decided to sell Cheng Zhijie.

It not only gave an explanation to the army, but also made the Cui family pay a price, but this price was borne by Cheng Zhijie.

Li Chengqian didn't ask about these.

Whether Cheng Zhijie is good or bad, or what his situation is, has little to do with him.

He also didn't want to speak for Cheng Zhijie, who was now in his early sixties and was also an old minister of Li Shimin.

Li Shimin didn't consider Cheng Zhijie's feelings. If he ate too much, he would say that this was wrong.

Li Shimin acquiesced to Cheng Zhijie's arrangement because he actually did not want Cheng Zhijie to continue to be in charge of the new army, mainly because of Li Jing.

"Your Highness, has anyone been selected to lead the new army?"

Li Xiaogong asked curiously.

"Your Majesty wants Su Lie to take responsibility."

Li Chengqian said.

This was Li Shimin's intention.

Li Jing couldn't bear it anymore.

My health is getting worse and worse, and the news I've received recently is getting worse and worse.

I could barely eat before, but now I can hardly even swallow water.

How many days can it hold on?

Li Jue went to visit Li Jing and came back to tell Li Chengqian that Li Jing was groaning in pain even in his sleep.

With Li Jing having been ill for a long time, he managed to hold on until the beginning of the 24th year of Zhenguan.

It was also thanks to Li Chengqian that he kept Sun Simiao in Chang'an and took care of the health of these old ministers, which ensured that they did not die despite being sick.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be the 24th year of Zhenguan, where only Li Jing couldn't hold on.

I'm afraid that many old ministers have already passed away.

Li Jing didn't have much to worry about in his situation.

But Li Shimin was a sentimental and nostalgic person.

Seeing that Li Jing was in trouble, he finally resolved the knot in his heart and no longer doubted Li Jing.

I don’t know if this is to make up for the guilt in my heart, or if I feel that doing something for Li Jing will make myself feel better.

Then I thought of Su Lie, who was still leading the Shenji Camp.

"Su Lie."

Li Xiaogong thought for a moment and said, "He is suitable."

"I believe that the Duke of Wei will be very happy to see that his disciple can serve as the commander of the new army and be valued by His Majesty."

How could they not know the inside story of Li Shimin's attitude towards Li Jing?

They are just pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Today, Li Jing is penniless and has not much time left. Your Majesty's behavior can make Li Jing feel better.

"Your Highness!"

at this time.

A eunuch came running over. He was not from the East Palace, but from the Taiji Palace.

"what happened?"

Di Renjie asked in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, Duke Weiguo Li Jing is critically ill."

The eunuch said urgently.

Li Chengqian stood up suddenly, and his movements were so fast that Li Xiaogong also had difficulty getting up. Fortunately, Di Renjie was quick-witted and rushed to support him.

"His Majesty has ordered that Your Highness move to the Duke of Wei's residence."

The words fell.

Li Chengqian was already walking out of the palace.

Li Jing is no longer able to do it!
This news was expected, but it was also too big.

Li Jing's death will bring about a series of impacts.

The first thing to be hit was the impact that the death of a generation of military god brought to the Tang Dynasty.

Secondly, it is the specifications of Li Jing’s funeral after his death.

The old founding ministers who are still alive are all paying attention to this.

Rush to the Duke of Wei’s Mansion.

I didn't see anyone else at the moment. Only after I entered did I hear Li Shimin's choked voice.

"A pharmacist."

"I'm very sad and heartbroken."

"You are my ..."

Li Chengqian, Li Xiaogong and others stood aside in silence, watching quietly.

The once invincible and mighty god of war is now skinny and lifeless.

“Your Majesty…Your Majesty.”

Li Jing's lips moved, and the sounds he made were unclear.

Li Shimin was filled with grief and became even more sad. He shouted, "Pharmacist, you will get better."

"Mr. Sun has prescribed a prescription for you. He is a miracle doctor..."

"Pharmacist..."

"Pharmacist!!!"

Li Jing closed his eyes and tilted his head weakly.

Li Shimin held Li Jing's hand, but it also fell down weakly.

February 650, AD, the th year of Zhenguan reign.

Li Jing, the military god of the Tang Dynasty, a founding hero, and Duke of Wei, died suddenly at the age of eighty. …

The princes and ministers who arrived one after another saw that white flags had been hung in the Duke of Weiguo's mansion and all the people in the mansion were wearing mourning clothes.

I knew I was late.

Li Shimin was so sad that he could hardly control himself.

Li Chengqian knew that Li Shimin was very sad, so he asked Zhangsun Wuji to take charge and he escorted Li Shimin back to Taiji Palace.

"Prince."

"The pharmacist should be given a state funeral."

Li Shimin warned.

"Your Majesty, it is up to you to decide."

Li Chengqian said: "However, should we issue an order to lower the flag of Chengtian Gate to half-mast, and the local government should do the same."

"This is to honor the Dukedom of Wei with a funeral."

Li Shimin nodded, "Let's do as you say."

"Flag at half-mast!"

He didn't feel like talking much and was still immersed in sorrow.

Li Chengqian had no choice but to follow his instructions.

The day.

The people of Chang'an City saw that on the flagpole outside Chengtian Gate, before it was time to lower the flag, the Tang Dynasty's sun, moon and dragon flag slowly descended and finally stopped in the middle of the flagpole.

"What does it mean?"

“Why is the flag at half-mast?”

Soon, many people gathered in the distance to talk and point at the half-mast flag.

But soon, news came out.

When Duke Li Jing of Weiguo died, he was given a state funeral and government offices across the country flew flags at half-mast to mourn.

The news of half-mast mourning.

It spread throughout Chang'an City in a short time.

When the old ministers in the court heard the news, their expressions were complicated and incomprehensible.

Who doesn’t want it?

The national flag is at half-mast, and the whole country is in mourning.

Such an honor...

"The flag is at half-mast."

Wei Zheng muttered something and then started coughing rapidly and violently.

"Your Majesty, I don't know how long I can hold on."

"But I am happy to see the flag flying at half-mast. I just don't know when the national flag will be lowered..."

……

On the day Li Jing passed away, there was a problem that continued to be resolved.

All posthumous titles and posthumous titles will be postponed.

The Minister of Rites Yu Zhining could not make a decision, so he had to come to the prince.

Li Chengqian was also unsure about the decision.

Which day's national flag should be used to cover Li Jing's body?

This question is not simple at all.

Because the national flag outside Chengtian Gate is new every day.

The closer it is to the front, the more extraordinary its meaning will naturally be.

But if you use one side, you have one less side.

The dead cannot compete, but those who are not dead all want those in front to stay so that they will still have a chance after they die.

The less there is, the less you have.

Li Chengqian would never get involved in such matters.

He directly left it to Li Shimin to make a choice.

“This question…”

Li Shimin was also having a headache and it was really difficult to make a decision.

He also has his own selfish motives.

Does that mean giving the first national flag to Li Jing?

What will he use in the future?
"Ananda, go and call the Duke of Zhao and others."

"Yes!"

Not long after, Changsun Wuji, Xiao Yu and others arrived.

Fang Xuanling was also among them, but he looked much older.

Wei Zheng also came, and he started coughing as soon as he arrived.

Li Shimin was a little worried and said, "Wei Zheng, you are not in good health, you should go back and rest."

"Your Majesty, I am fine. It is just the sequelae of the cold."

Wei Zheng waved his hand and said, "No problem."

Those who leave will definitely not leave.

He also wanted to know what number the national flag would be given to Li Jing.

Li Shimin asked everyone, but they all avoided the question and only talked about Li Jing's achievements, but did not clearly say which side should be used.

This made Li Shimin very angry.

"We must make a decision immediately."

Li Shimin said in a deep voice: "The Ministry of Rites is still waiting."

"Your Majesty, please make the decision. I will wait..."

It's really hard for them to talk about this kind of thing.

If you say you'll give twenty, and then after you die, they give you twenty-one, you'll be devastated.

Therefore, it is better to leave the difficult problem to Your Majesty.

The hall felt a bit depressing.

Li Chengqian said nothing, his eyes just stared blankly.

"Prince, please give me an idea. This is what you proposed back then."

Li Shimin said.

"I do not know."

Li Chengqian said: "Your Majesty, please make the decision!"

"you……!"

Li Shimin thought about it and finally said: "Duke Weiguo died at the age of eighty, and Lingyan Pavilion is also the eighth."

"Just 'eight'."

When everyone heard this, they were not unacceptable and said, "Your Majesty is wise!"

"Then it's done, it's settled."

"Yes!"

The Ministry of Rites hurriedly sent the Tang Dynasty Sun and Moon Flag numbered '8' to the Duke of Wei's Mansion.

This difficulty has been resolved.

After all, it's the first time, so it's normal to have some questions.

But the discussion about the use of the national flag has not stopped.

Li Chengqian was called to Liangyi Hall by Li Shimin to inquire about the use of the national flag.

"One generation after another."

"When I ascend the throne, the national flag on the first day will definitely be mine."

Li Chengqian was a little puzzled. Why did you, Li Shimin, suddenly become so open-minded about life and death?

(End of this chapter)