"Master, Zhenheng is here, look at him, don't you have something to say to him?"

Wei Zheng stretched out his hand weakly, and said angrily, "What are you crying about, how can people be immortal, you stay close to me, I have something to tell you, there are some things to ask you." ”

"Master, you said that the disciple will do his best."

"I'm dead, no one in the province can suppress you, and no one can manage the saint, the saint has done a good job, there is no better monarch than the saint for thousands of years, but I'm afraid, there is no beginning, Xianke has the end, I'm afraid that the saint will be confused when he gets old, you will not always quarrel with Chu Suiliang in the future, under the door of the book, you must twist it into a rope, so that the saint will not be able to act recklessly, and this prosperous world will continue for a few more years."

Qin Hao said sadly: "Master, don't talk about the court, you have done enough in the past sixteen years, and you will inevitably leave a strong mark in the history books in the future, and the disciples are proud of you." ”

Wei Zheng's eyes lit up, he seemed to be a little excited, and suddenly coughed, and after a while, he suddenly said quite high-pitched: "Not enough!" Not enough! I can never get enough of this peaceful and prosperous world, this is the best era, the era in which I participated in the creation, even if I go to see the king of Youdu, I will look at her closely, you have to keep her for me! Forty more years! ”

"Yes, Master, don't worry, I assure you that as long as I live for one day, this world will definitely be more prosperous than ever."

"Good~ Good! I'll tell you more. ”

"You say."

"Today's saints, willing to admonish, that's why I have Wei Zheng, so the province of the door is strong, if one day, the new saint is not willing to admonish, you, is under one person, the province will become a thorn in the side of the new saint, I want you to promise me, no matter what, you can't let the new saint take away the power of the province under the door, people are not sages, if there is no one around the Son of Heaven who can restrain him, it is not a good thing."

"Okay Master, I understand, please don't talk about the court, don't you have any family affairs to entrust to me?"

Wei Zheng smiled: "Family matter? There really is, I Wei Zheng is a very popular minister, and my children will inherit my title in the future, and I will not lack any food and clothing for the rest of my life, you have to promise me that you can't take more care of Shuyu because of me. ”

"Huh?"

Qin Hao was stunned for a moment, and for a while he almost thought that he was quite bad.

"You heard it right, there is no court official, there is no one who does not affect the interests of thousands of people, this kid is okay to be a petty official, if he wears a purple robe, it is a loss for the people of the world, and it is not for my reasons, and the public weapon is used for private purposes."

Qin Hao cried even more when he heard this, but he listened to Wei Zheng's babbling and gave him his spirit for half an hour, but none of them were for himself and his family, it was all official business, the more this was the case, the more uncomfortable Qin Hao became, and when the official business was finished, the last breath in his belly was also dispersed.

Wei Zheng left, walking very peacefully.

When he was alive, he was a warrior, scolding the air, there were few civil and military forces in the Manchu Dynasty who had not been sprayed by him, and often pointed at Fang Xuanling's nose and reprimanded him, even Li Shimin was afraid of him, and the bigwigs in the court almost did not have a good relationship with him.

And after he died, most of the people in Chang'an City were crying for him.

Li Shimin was grief-stricken, wept half-truths and half-truths until he fainted, and ordered to stop the court for five days and accompany the burial of Zhaoling.

Originally, Li Shimin was going to be buried thickly, but he was rejected by Pei's family, saying that Wei Zheng had been thrifty all his life, and as long as he had a light car to transport the body, Li Shimin was full of emotion, and carved the tombstone in person, which became a beautiful talk for a while, and also left the last bit of color for this ancient minister.

On the day of the burial, Qin Hao was wearing a coarse linen filial piety suit with a knife, kneeling next to the tombstone, almost as his own son, Li Shimin gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Condolences and change."

"Your Majesty, the minister has no father since he was a child, and he has relied on the master's care to get to where he is today, and the minister asks for the grace of the saint to let the minister worry about the master here."

Li Shimin was stunned for a moment, and said, "Ding Wei is a gift of the Son of Man, as a disciple, you naturally understand the grief in your heart, but now that you are also the prime minister, this filial piety should be remembered in your heart." ”

"Your Majesty, the minister's will has been decided, please Your Majesty agree to the minister no matter what." As he spoke, Qin Hao bowed.

Li Shimin sighed and said: "It's rare that you have this filial piety, and since you insist on worrying with the gift of the Son of Man, you have to allow me to win love for the sake of state affairs, so let's do it one day for one month and keep it for twenty-seven days." ”

"Minister, thank you for your compassion."

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Qin Hao invited himself to worry about Ding, this was something that no one expected, after all, he was just a disciple and not a son, fortunately, Li Shimin won the love, otherwise if he really let him leave his job for twenty-seven months, it would be a lot of fun.

In fact, soon the imperial court was afraid, because less than three days after returning to work after the Shangyuan Festival, Cen Wenwen suddenly suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, and he didn't have long to live in this posture.

It's so unlucky, these people even died.

There are two waiters in Zhongshu Province, one is worried and the other is paralyzed, Fang Xuanling in the year of the sixtieth year had to return to his job, the workload at the beginning of the new year was quite large, and there was no deputy, so scared that Li Shimin sent three meals of ginseng and chicken soup a day, and the thief cared about his body and insisted on not letting him work overtime, for fear that an unlucky one would also lie down.

As a result, Fang Xuanling was fine, but Li Shimin may have been overly sad and lay down.

The ancestral disease of the old Li family: "wind disease".

If you look at it with modern medical thought, this wind disease should be hypertension + cerebral thrombosis, and it will be a brain tumor in the back, whether it is Li Yuan or Li Shimin, they are all tortured by this damn disease, including Li Zhi in history, who has been sick for decades but never dies, which is why Wu Zetian is born.

In short, this disease can't kill people for the time being, but the thief is so disgusting, Li Shimin is just over forty this year, and he won't die directly like Li Yuan, but the discomfort is certain, especially the complications of dizziness and deafness, which makes this emperor who is used to controlling everything unacceptable.

I don't know who proposed, someone suggested that Li Shimin go to the eastern suburbs to pray for a blessing, worship heaven and earth, and relax his mood by the way, maybe it will be good for the condition, Li Shimin thought about it, anyway, he can't do anything serious now that his head is confused, and this year is so unfavorable, he just happened to go to bad luck, so he left Li Chengqian and Fang Xuanling to supervise the country, and he led most of the civil and military officials to find God to chat.

Don't look at Fang Xuanling, when he was semi-retired, he still worked very seriously when he was in charge of the country, and he arranged it in an orderly manner.

At such a delicate time, Hou Junji has always been lying at home to raise his legs, and he has never gotten up and followed the intention of blending, Li Shimin does not care about him, although there is him in Lingyan Pavilion, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is more or less out of favor.

And on the second night of Li Shimin's departure, a miraculous thing happened, Hou Junji was wearing armor and holding a sword, standing majestically in his own courtyard, where there was a half-lame appearance. ()

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