Obviously, this time Li Shimin was murderous, but the specific action needed Liu Bing to implement. Mobile phone users are invited to browse M. for a better reading experience.

Liu Bing understands his identity, he is not an official, he is just Li Shimin's domestic slave, and all the domestic slave has to do is follow the master's wishes.

Liu Bing knew very well that if he killed this Yanguan surnamed Sun according to Li Shimin's wishes, then the civil and military officials might hate him to the core, but if he didn't do what Li Shimin wanted, then he would not be far from death, because Li Shimin would not want a disobedient house slave.

Which is more important, Liu Bing naturally has a rod and scale in his heart.

And more importantly, Liu Bing also looked at this official surnamed Sun unpleasantly!

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is such a good person, let alone others, even if he is polite to us slaves and maids, now someone actually pours dirty water on him, he is really looking for death!"

After having a plan in his heart, Liu Bing's steps out of the hall seemed much brisker, and after a while, there were bursts of screams from the official surnamed Sun outside the hall.

"Ah...... Oops...... I can't take it anymore, stop it...... Gelding, you're going to hurt me......"

Then no matter how much he struggled, it was useless, and several strong Templar warriors pressed him to the ground, no matter how much he struggled and cursed, the sound of the staff was always ringing.

And Liu Bing counted on the side.

"Twenty-six...... Twenty-seven...... Belch...... No, it should be sixteen...... Seventeen......"

At this time, Liu Bing was counting, but there was a cold smile on his face, and after a while, the wailing of the official surnamed Sun became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely, only the "bang" sound made by the cane of the stick hitting him was still ringing.

Liu Bing came to supervise the court staff, and the temple warrior would not stop without him opening his mouth, so he was still responsible for continuing to fight with the court staff, while Liu Bing continued to count.

"Sixteen...... Seventeen...... Eighteen ......"

However, this time he didn't repeat it, and when he counted to thirty, he asked the temple warrior to stop, and then reached out and touched the major artery in the neck of the Yanguan surnamed Sun. 【千↑千△小↓說△網W xQq】

"Well, dead!"

After confirming that the official surnamed Sun was dead, Liu Bing immediately changed his expression of sincere fear, trotted into the court, and then knelt on the ground with a "poof".

"Your Majesty, Lord Sun is overwhelmed and has ...... It's gone, the old minister has a negative grace! ”

After speaking, he kowtowed three times towards Li Shimin.

After hearing Liu Bing's words, Li Shimin had not yet spoken, and the entire court had become silent.

Dead?

And the one who died was still the official who was beaten to death by the court staff?

This is the first time in Datang, but everyone didn't react much, at most they were surprised.

Although they don't know why things have turned out like this, they can guess that this should involve a very serious political struggle, and the Yanguan surnamed Sun is just a poor worm who should not be squeezed to pieces under this struggle.

And even if you take a step back, the Yanguan surnamed Sun was killed by the court staff because of "calling o prostitutes", and he doesn't have a good reputation when he dies, and this kind of person is not worthy of everyone to help him out.

Therefore, Liu Bing, who is in charge of doing it, will definitely not be punished.

And the fact is really the same as what the ministers thought, hearing Liu Bing's reply, Sun surnamed Yanguan died, Li Shimin did not "Long Yan was furious", but sighed lightly.

"Alas, my civil official in the Tang Dynasty is really too weak, Liu Bing, you are also at fault in this matter, so you will be fined for three years!"

This punishment is really nothing to Liu Bing, how much can he have for three years? At most, two hundred yuan, this money will be collected casually and the filial piety of the little eunuch will come back.

So as soon as Liu Bing heard Li Shimin's verdict, he fell to the ground again.

"Your Majesty Shengming!"

Is Li Shimin Shengming?

This question is obviously redundant, so none of the Manchu civil and military forces have opened their mouths, at least they will not open their mouths until they find out the truth of the matter.

Li Tai, the king of Wei, wanted to say something, but when he looked at Li Shimin's somewhat unkind expression, he immediately wisely chose to shut up.

The lives of the Tang Dynasty are worthless, and those who have been dumped under the political struggle are even less valuable.

The death of Yanguan surnamed Sun did not set off much of a storm, and Li Shimin didn't even do the superficial work of "upgrading the deceased to a higher level", but just asked people to send dozens of copper coins to his house, which can be regarded as a aftermath of this matter.

After solving the matter of the Yanguan surnamed Sun, Li Shimin rubbed his forehead again and asked everyone if there was anything to start, but no one in the court spoke, and it seemed that they were all afraid that Li Shimin, who was "emotionally unstable", would be angry.

Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, which is probably the psychological state of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty now.

Faced with such a situation, Li Shimin didn't say anything more, and simply announced his retirement from the court, because he was really tired, both physically and psychologically, so he immediately ran back to the harem to sleep after the next court.

When Li Shimin fell asleep, Cheng Yanjin was blocked by Li Ji on the way to the next dynasty.

"Zhijie, what's going on this morning? Why did Your Majesty get so angry? ”

Faced with Li Ji's question, Cheng Yanjin suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"How do I know, you see I've been beaten like this, don't stop me, I have to hurry home now!"

When Li Ji heard what he said, he immediately wrinkled his eyes.

"Why are you running home in such a hurry? Healing? ”

"Nope! I was scared just now, so I'm going to hurry back and have a sip of wine to suppress the shock."

“……”

In fact, Cheng Yanjin already understood what was going on today, but he didn't plan to tell Li Ji, not because he couldn't trust Li Ji, but because there were some things that few people knew, the better.

After Cheng Yanjin returned home, looking at his buttocks that were beaten to a bloody pulp, the Cheng family suddenly became anxious.

"Da Lang, what's wrong with you?"

"Dad, is this your majesty beating?"

"Daddy......"

Facing the anxious family members, Cheng Yanjin frowned and waved his hand.

"Let's not talk about this yet, what about His Royal Highness the Prince?"

Seeing Cheng Yanjin's somewhat anxious expression, Cheng Chuliang hurriedly answered him.

"Dad, after dawn, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will take Princess Jinyang back to the palace!"

Hearing that Gao Ming had returned to the palace, Cheng Yanjin breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good to go back, you all remember, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't go back this morning, but last night, no matter who asks, they say so, you know?"

Seeing that Cheng Yanjin said harshly, everyone nodded hurriedly.

"Got it."

Seeing everyone's low-eyed appearance, Cheng Biting Jin showed a smile, and then slapped Cheng Chumo in the face.

"It's good to know, son, why don't you go and find me Lang Zhong, it hurts me to death."

“……”

Cheng Yanjin was injured, and Cheng Fu was suddenly busy, and at this time, Gao Ming had already returned to the East Palace, took a hot bath under the service of the two maids, the sword and the secretary, and then went back to the room to sleep.

No way, I stayed up too late last night, so I have to catch up on sleep today.

Gao Ming didn't know that a fierce struggle had been launched around him in the court today, and in this struggle, a prince was beaten, and another official was killed.

At this time, Gao Ming had his own persistence, and Gao Ming entered the dream again.

"Eight hours of sleep a day is king!"