Zhenguan Xiaoxian Wang Li Shen Li Shimin

The hall was silent, with only Li Shen's last words echoing.

Everyone sighed, as Prince Ji was the only one who dared to shout in front of His Majesty in the hall.

Even the crown prince cannot match such royal favor.

However, when they thought that Prince Ji would be punished by His Majesty later, they were secretly happy. Let you be so arrogant, and you will be beaten.

When Li Shimin saw Li Shen being carried away, he finally felt a lot quieter. He had just been so upset by Li Shen's noise that his head hurt.

He glanced at the officials from the three provinces and six ministries and said:

"My dear ministers, although Prince Ji has made mistakes, he has already made an oath and cannot change it. Regarding the Tibetan Zamp, I still need your advice.

Whether to release or keep you can discuss and submit a memorial later. The Crown Prince is young and ignorant, and still needs the assistance of your beloved ministers.

As for Songtsen Gampo...let's get him treated at a medical school first. He's more useful alive than dead."

How could Li Shimin, as the emperor, not know this? Moreover, he thought more and more deeply than Li Shen.

A living Tibetan king is more useful than a dead one, and more can be done with him.

"Alright, everyone get busy. I'm going to deal with that unfilial son."

After Li Shimin finished speaking, he stood up and Li Chengqian quickly followed.

"Farewell, Your Majesty." A group of ministers hurriedly saluted and watched Li Shimin leave.

Walking out of Ganlu Palace, a group of old ministers looked at each other with helplessness on their faces. His Majesty was indeed wise and brave, with extraordinary talent.

"Duke Zhao, what should we do about the Tibetan king?"

Xu Jingzong asked for instructions.

"Yes, Duke Zhao, what exactly does His Majesty mean?" other officials also asked.

Zhang Sun Wuji looked around and cursed these shameless people:

"How do I know what His Majesty means? Didn't His Majesty ask you to discuss it?"

"Duke Zhao, your words are wrong. Your Majesty is asking us to discuss this. You are the head of all officials, so we naturally want to hear your opinion."

"Yes, Duke Zhao, please explain clearly."

Zhangsun Wuji was the Zuo Pushe. In the absence of a Shangshu Ling, he was the prime minister, the head of all officials.

Almost all officials had to listen to him, except for the Secretariat, but he was also below the Shangshu.

It was obvious that this group of people wanted Zhangsun Wuji to come up with ideas, and Li Shimin let them discuss whether to let him go or keep him.

It is not right to release him, nor to keep him. If I release him, it would be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain. To put it in a more serious way, it would be like collaborating with the enemy.

Not letting it go would be disrespectful to the king, and would cause the Tang Dynasty, a country of etiquette, to be accused of not observing etiquette. If things go wrong, it would be cursed for eternity and become a stain on the country.

No one dared to make a decision easily. If Wei Zheng were there, he would definitely force Li Shimin to make the decision.

But now these people are not so stubborn, they dare not.

Changsun Wuji was a little annoyed by the question. His Majesty's meaning was very clear just now. The prince was young and ignorant and could not decide such matters.

This is to preserve the prince's reputation and give them the blame.

Thinking of this, Changsun Wuji cursed endlessly. It was indeed the father and son, each more scheming than the other, one scheming openly and the other secretly.

Both you and your son understand this.

"How should I know? When you return, each of you should submit a charter to me. I will make a decision based on your submissions."

After saying this, Changsun Wuji strode away, leaving the officials stunned.

It is true that people of the same family stick together, one pushing the other.

"It's this old fox again, so cunning." Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but say something, but anyway this matter had nothing to do with him.

He had to go back and beat up his eldest son because he was always threatened by King Ji, which made him very uncomfortable.

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The Book of Rites states: "The Son of Heaven has seven temples, three for the ancestors and three for the mothers, on par with the temple of the great ancestor."

The Taizu Temple is in the center, with three Zhaos on the left and three Mus on the right.

In the early Tang Dynasty, the Taimiao evolved from five temples to seven temples, but in fact it was six temples.

Because Li Shimin added the sixth ancestor Li Chong'er, the order of ancestors enshrined in the Taimiao was Li Chong'er, Li Xi, Li Tianxi, Li Hu, Li Yuan and other six ancestors.

At this moment, Li Shen was kneeling in the Taimiao. The door was closed and there was only a little candlelight. There was a tablet on the altar in front.

The aroma was lingering, and combined with the oil lamp it was very eerie.

"Ancestors, please bless me. Li Shen, the eighth generation of the Li family's unfilial descendant, kowtows and admits his fault. Please do not blame your grandson."

If anyone should be blamed, it should be my father. It was all his fault. He was the one who sent his grandson to Xizhou, and my grandson had no choice.

If you want to punish someone, punish that unfilial descendant. It has nothing to do with me, this unfilial descendant."

Kneeling on the mat, Li Shen muttered to himself in a trance, trying to give himself courage. It was too dark, damp, and cold here.

Li Shen shivered continuously.

He had previously sworn that he was the seventh generation descendant of the Li family, mainly because he did not include his ancestor Li Chong'er in the count.

Who knows whether this ancestor is real? Excluding Li Chong'er, he is indeed the seventh generation, and his father is the sixth generation.

But now in the ancestral temple, there is Li Chong'er's tablet on top. How dare I not take him seriously?

After saying that, Li Shen stood up again, took a few incense sticks, lit them, inserted them into the incense burner, knelt down again and kowtowed solemnly several times.

People should have a sense of awe, let alone their own ancestors.

"Ancestors, may my mother be blessed with good health, may my grandson have many children and grandchildren, and may he become wealthy."

There was no one in the ancestral temple, and Li Shen relied on talking to relieve his depressed emotions.

I never found it so dark here when I came here to offer sacrifices before.

"Is there anyone outside? Someone come in and talk to me, Stone... Stone..." Li Shen suddenly realized that he had claustrophobia.

"Your Majesty, where is Shen'er?"

At the same time, Li Shimin brought Li Chengqian to the Lizheng Hall in the harem.

Empress Changsun looked at the two figures and asked doubtfully, "Didn't they say Li Shen is back?"

At this time, many concubines gathered here. Empress Changsun knew that Li Shen had returned, so she spread the news. When these concubines heard the news, they all came here.

They had received a lot of favors from the young prince on a daily basis, which made their lives in the harem much more comfortable. This was one of the few opportunities to interact with Prince Ji.

Especially those concubines who have children, spending several days with Prince Ji will also be beneficial to their children.

"Hmph, I made him kneel in the ancestral temple." Li Shimin snorted.

"Go to the ancestral temple and kneel? Why? What did Shen'er do wrong?"

Empress Changsun asked helplessly while helping Li Shimin take off his cloak. This son made his father angry as soon as he came back.

I don’t know what trouble I have caused.

"This rebellious son is so treacherous that he actually used the oath of his ancestors to deceive the Tibetan king, without caring about his ancestors at all.

If he breaks his oath, what face will our royal family have?"

Li Shimin said angrily after sitting down.