136. Chapter 136 The King of Chang'an returns to Beijing

Author: Chi Longying

Chapter 136 The King of Chang'an returns to Beijing

The trial of the Red King has been completed a long time ago, and he has been waiting for Xiao Luo to speak, but he did not expect that he would actually kill the Red King.

Xie Chun hesitated: "Does Your Majesty want to report back?"

Everyone knows that Concubine Xuan is dead, and as her son, King Chi loves the house very much, and his majesty will definitely protect it to the death.

The relationship between father and son, which has finally been eased, may break down again.

Xie Xuan looked at Xiao Luo worriedly, and put down a big unfilial hat. Even if Xiao Luo didn't care, it was still inappropriate after all.

"Luo'er, why don't you delay it for a little longer? Waiting until the amnesty is released before releasing her will not hurt the harmony between father and son, but also improve the brotherhood."

King Chi has already been imprisoned, and he is not afraid of his tricks. When Xiao Luo ascends the throne, he will be pardoned and released together with the other death row prisoners. It will not be considered a violation of the law.

Everyone thinks it is feasible.

Besides, if you really want King Chi to die, even a small accident in prison can kill you.

"No, the punishment is clear and canon, and beheaded according to the law."

In his previous life, Xiao Luo had seen too many cases in which the death penalty was changed to a suspended death sentence, a suspended death sentence was changed to an indefinite period, and an indefinite period was changed to a fixed period.

Seeing that everyone was puzzled, he didn't bother to explain and continued to tell Xie Chun: "After finishing this matter, supervise the third department to rewrite the law as soon as possible and establish a decentralized system."

"yes."

Seeing Xiao Luo's insistence, Xie Chun said nothing more and decided to discuss it with Luo Wenbai after the meeting.

After Xiao Luo was crowned the crown prince on February 2, Luo Wenbo's case against the Minister of Dali Temple was quickly settled. The Minister of Dali Temple and the Shaoqing were executed and exiled, and Luo Wenbo was promoted to Minister of Dali Temple.

Not only did King Chi's case have to be handed over to Luo Wenbai for finalization, he also had to take the lead in drafting the system of dividing powers between the three departments.

This matter was agreed upon, and Xiao Luofang said the second thing: "Master, spring is about to begin, and I would like to ask you to be this year's examiner."

Xie Xuan was greatly surprised and immediately waved his hand to reject it: "Luo'er, I am a member of the world and am not suitable to be an examiner."

"But we can't find anyone who is trustworthy at the moment. This Spring Festival is very important. I want to select talents who can be used in the next twenty years."

Most of the cases that came to participate have been investigated, and the files of important persons have also been sent to Xiao Luo's study.

Now there are students, but no principal.

After the Spring Festival, officials will be appointed. How to judge their talents and place them in suitable positions? Xiao Luo felt a headache.

The people present looked at each other in confusion. They were all born in martial arts. That is to say, they had just rushed to the shelves this year. They had learned some superficial poetry and prose, but they had never known anything about Chunwei.

Of course Xie Xuan knew Xiao Luo's difficulties. He thought about it and said, "I am not suitable, but there is someone who is very suitable."

"who?"

"My uncle Chen Deming, but he is currently teaching at Jixia Academy. I will invite him back."

Xiao Luo silently recited this name. Chen Deming was the last Imperial Confucian scholar. He was a great scholar of the time. He was not only knowledgeable and talented, but also an nurturing talent. He was famous all over the world.

Jixia Academy is not in Northern Li, so it would take half a month to go there and back, given Xie Xuan's strength.

"Then thank you for your hard work, Master."

Xie Xuan added: "If the man in Qintian Prison cannot defend himself, Luoer, you should avoid it first and don't put yourself in danger."

"Luoer knows."

After the meeting, everyone left separately.

Xie Xuan packed up a little, carried his broken book basket, said goodbye to Xiao Luo, and went on his way alone.

Looking at his retreating back, Xiao Luo thought of Uncle Mute and the days the three of them spent in Xueyun City. That kind of tranquility was gone forever.

He did more and more things, annoyed more and more people, and made Master more and more worried.

When can Master and Uncle Mute be allowed to retire safely?

After seeing off Xie Xuan, Xiao Luo returned to the palace and visited Sikong Qianruo. No, she should be called Mo Xue now.

She woke up.

The two palace maids were washing her and telling her the rules of the palace.

Seeing Xiao Luo come in, the two maids immediately saluted, and then pulled Mo Xue to salute.

Mo Xue had tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, looking at Xiao Luo in horror, trying her best to hide herself.

Xiao Luo sighed: "Don't force her."

The heroic girl who loves to fight against injustice is gone, and the big black gold gun is also missing. If Qianruo can wake up, she must find the best craftsmen in Northern Li and cast her the best gun.

Xiao Luo watched for a while and saw that Mo Xue was scared, so he went out.

After the beginning of spring, there was a drought in the northwest and a peach blossom flood in the southeast. Both places were in urgent need of disaster relief funds.

The three million taels of silver collected from the previous suppression of Changmen have been used to repair the Taiji Hall, the Zhenwu Division and the South City Gate. Now the disaster relief funds have nowhere to go.

All of Lan Yuehou's money was used to feed the soldiers of Qingzhou and Jeju. He only had one beautiful house left, but no one dared to buy it because of his crimes.

We can only think about the White Prince's Palace and the Red Prince's Palace.

This was one of the reasons why Xiao Luo was anxious to execute the Red King. The national treasury was empty and stretched.

Due to an unexpected situation in the Qintian Prison, this morning's court meeting was postponed to the afternoon. He returned to his study and continued to deal with the official documents on the table.

You have to sort out today's government affairs before the court meeting.

Two days later, Xiao Han and Lei Wujie arrived at the east gate of Tianzi City.

Lei Wujie looked at the city wall that was several feet high and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Tianzi City is so high and so big!"

Pedestrians, carriages and horses queued up for inspection one by one at the gate. Although the queue was long, there was no crowd or noise, and everyone was lining up quietly.

In addition to the soldiers guarding the city, there were two big men in black robes and military uniforms outside the city gate, patrolling the crowd vigilantly.

Obviously, people coming in and out have become accustomed to this kind of inspection.

Xiao Han couldn't see any strange movement in the city, and his heart suddenly sank.

Did Mo Yi miss?

According to time calculation, Mo Yi has been there for two days. Did he not kill Xiao Luo or failed to kill him?

Seeing him deep in thought, Lei Wujie hurriedly asked: "My identity document has been washed away by the sea a long time ago, where is yours?"

"What documents do I need to go back to my home?"

"What about me?"

"You are my friend, let's go."

Xiao Han rode on his horse and followed the crowd to the city defenders without any intention of dismounting.

"Stop, dismount and get checked!"

"Prince Chang'an returns to his palace, do you need to check?"

"King of Chang'an?"

The two city guards looked at each other and remembered that among the current princes, there was indeed a King of Chang'an, but could it be this person?

While hesitating, the big men in black robes on both sides heard the sound, hurriedly came over, clasped their fists and said: "Your Excellency, please show your royal credentials."

"Royal credentials?"

Xiao Han sat on the horse, with an indescribable coldness on his handsome face: "When did Tianzi City change its rules? Even a mere city guard dares to block the prince's way."

The two big men in black robes were unmoved and still clasped their fists and said: "If you are really His Highness the King of Chang'an, the general will not stop you. Please show your identity credentials first."

Although the princes did not have household registration, when each prince was canonized, he had a dragon-shaped jade plaque with his or her title engraved on it.

Taking out this jade token would prove his identity, but Xiao Han was unwilling to do so.
Chapter completed!