Listening to Fu Hao's words, Feng Shanyue was speechless for a while, maybe she was really wrong, but a slave is also a human being and a life. Using a living life to bury the dead makes Feng Shanyue, a modern person, unable to accept it after all.

"Is there no better solution? Do we have to use people to bury them?"

Fu Hao pouted, "No way, everyone believes that people have spirits after death, and the old Shang Jun still has to live the life of a king after he dies, and the people who serve him are naturally indispensable." However, I think that these martyrs are not willing to die, they must have resentment, and I don't know if they will serve the old merchant well over there when the time comes!"

Feng Shanyue's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Fu Hao's hand, "You are too smart! Maybe you can save thousands of lives with this sentence!"

Fu Hao looked dazed, "Did I say anything?"

Feng Shanyue decided not to explain to her first, "I'll go see you first, and I'll talk to you later!"

Fu Hao nodded, "Go ahead, I just happened to talk to Master Butterfly Dance." ”

She recently learned that Butterfly Dance is a master of whipping, although she is also a whip master, but after a competition with Butterfly Dance, she bowed down and decided to worship Butterfly Dance as a teacher. Butterfly Dance was so scared by her that she had to hide every time she saw her.

"Okay, Butterfly Dance, you can entertain Miss Fu Hao on my behalf, and I'll go to find Jun Shang first. ”

Butterfly Dance nodded with a bitter face, "Yes!"

When Feng Shanyue arrived at the Lizheng Palace, Ming Zhao was reading the recital in a sullen manner. He hadn't seen Feng Shanyue for three days, and he didn't know if she was still angry. I knew that I shouldn't say such heavy words at that time, so that I couldn't get off the stage, and I couldn't pull down to find her. Feng Shanyue is a proud person, and she will definitely not take the initiative to come to her.

"Your Majesty, the queen asks to see you!"

Ming Zhao was shocked when he heard this, no, Feng Shanyue came to see him in person, wouldn't it be that he hadn't been angry and came to settle accounts with himself, right?

It's a pity that Feng Shanyue's movements are faster, she has already entered the main hall.

"Your Majesty, the concubine has something to say!" Feng Shanyue hated calling herself a "concubine", feeling that she was obviously a wife, but she had become a concubine alive.

"Uh...... Sugizuki, I'm pretty busy right now, what's the matter with me later?"

"Don't, it's a hurry!" Feng Shanyue suddenly whispered, "It's something related to the funeral." ”

Ming Zhao frowned, why was she still struggling with this matter? He didn't want to quarrel with Feng Shanyue in front of the attendants, so he waved his hand and drove all the attendants out of the main hall.

"Shanyue, haven't we already talked about this? Martyrdom is a rule passed down from our ancestors, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. You have to think about my situation, too!"

"I've thought about it for you, so I thought of a good idea. ”

Feng Shanyue smiled and leaned into Ming Zhao's ear to explain her method, Ming Zhao frowned, "Is it really okay?"

"Try it! That's thousands of human lives, can you really treat them as ants? Senior brother, I remember Master Gan told you before that only benevolent people can rule the world. Aren't slaves also the people of the great merchants?"

Ming Zhao groaned for a while and nodded, "Then let's try it!"

The next day, a rumor suddenly spread in the streets and alleys of Yindu, saying that the burial of living people caused a lot of resentful spirits, not only the messengers were not at peace, but the living people were also plagued. This era was an era of worship of ghosts and gods, so this kind of legend spread very quickly.

On the third day, the word reached the court.

Ming Zhao looked embarrassed, looked at the ministers and said: "Originally, out of filial piety, I agreed that the nobles would contribute slaves to the old merchant to be martyred, but now there are rumors of resentful spirits, what should I do now?"

Yin Qinfeng, the master of ceremonies, said: "Your Majesty, this is just a rumor of the ignorant people, don't pay attention to it at all. Using a living person to bury the old merchant can let him rest in peace, this is the rule of the ancestors, and it can't be broken casually!"

"Yes, yes!" echoed several old ministers.

"However, the people are the people of the Great Shang, and as a Shang king, I naturally want to set an example for all the people, and now I know that the burial of the living may cause resentment and disturb the old Shang monarch's sleep, but I still insist on doing so. Wouldn't that be a public outrage?"

Ming Zhao's new monarch succeeded to the throne, and his attitude towards these old ministers has always been very respectful, so when Qin Feng heard Ming Zhao's words, he only thought that he was really embarrassed, after all, he was just a king, but he didn't know that this was a double reed that he and Feng Shanyue discussed.

"Those ordinary people are just a lot of people, kill a few of them, and no one will dare to talk nonsense!"

"General Guan, I don't dare to agree with what you say. Not to mention that I have just succeeded to the throne, and it is precisely when I should rule the world with benevolence and righteousness, if I kill the common people because of this incident, won't it make the old merchant even more unpeaceful? Are you trying to make me an unkind and unfilial king?"

Ming Zhao's soft words were hard bones, and the general was speechless, so he had to retreat to his original position and keep his mouth shut.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what should we do now? You are all old ministers of the two dynasties, hurry up and help me find a way!"

Can't kill people, and are afraid of the mouths of the people, and they have to adhere to the rules of their ancestors, Qin Feng and several other old ministers also felt a little tricky, they looked at each other, and in the end, no one came out to answer.

Ming Zhao sighed, "Hey, even Qin Dayin can't help it, it seems that this matter is really difficult to do!"

Wen Feichen stood at the bottom of the civil official, although he was Ming Zhao's senior brother, but he had just entered the court as an official, and he had not yet established any merits, so Ming Zhao was not easy to promote him clearly, and only made him an official of the master of ceremonies. He looked at Ming Zhao's embarrassed look, and then looked at the helpless old ministers, smiled secretly in his heart, and then stood up and said: "Your Excellency, the ministers have a way!"

"Oh, Wen Qingjia, what is your recipe, tell it quickly!"

"One person is short, two people are long, since we can't think of a good way in the court, why don't we ask the people?"

"Ridiculous!" Qin Feng shouted, "Wen Zhiguan's words are simply ignorant! Those people are ignorant and ignorant, otherwise how could they say the words of the so-called resentful spirits? Foolish people are foolish people, and it is not enough to talk to them at all." ”

"Then Qin Dayin must have a way to relieve the king's worries?"

"I ......"

"Okay, Wen Qing's family, Qin Dayin is an old minister left by the old Shangjun, and he is highly respected in the court, so you can't talk to him like that. After appeasing Qin Feng for a few words, Ming Zhao's words changed, "But I think it's a good idea to ask the people!"