"Ming Gong, just lie down. No need to salute." Li Yuan hurriedly walked over and supported Dugu Zhen.
In fact, Li Yuan didn't have a good impression of the Dugu family. The reason was very simple. His mother and father left early, and the Dugu family didn't think much of his nephew. Later, he was able to revive the Li family mainly because Dou and Yang Jian gave him the opportunity.
Dugu Zhen was almost unable to hold on any longer, so he said: "I will go to see my sister first. Your Majesty, please put me down. I will tell my sister that Shude is the emperor and has not let her down."
Hearing this, Li Yuan felt soft in his heart.
"Ming Gong."
"Your Majesty, there is no need to say anything. I understand this. Over the years, I have been foolish and have done many wrong things. I hope that Your Majesty will not anger the children of the Dugu family. Please also remember that no matter what time comes, the Dugu family is the most staunch support of the royal family."
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"I understand, Ming Gong, don't worry. I have never forgotten the help Ming Gong gave me. Ming Gong, don't worry, I will definitely not treat the children of the Dugu family badly."
"Okay, okay, okay." Dugu Zhen said with a smile, "I can die in peace."
In May of the fourth year of Wude, Dugu Zhen died of illness in his mansion. The imperial court posthumously awarded him the title of governor of Shaanxi Province, Duke of Fufeng County, and his posthumous title of "Jing".
At the same time, Li Yuan issued an edict to let Dugu Sheng succeed the Duke of Zhao.
On the day when Dugu was shocked to death, that guy, that scene, the gongs and drums were noisy, firecrackers were blasting, and there was a sea of people.
There was no way, Li Yuan was so happy that he simply held Dugu Zhen's funeral in a grand ceremony.
For Li Yuan, it would be great if Guan Long died as an old fox!
Furthermore, when Dou Wei went to express his condolences to Dugu Zhen, he could sense Li Yuan's full malice.
It seems to mean, Mr. Dou, when you die, I will hold an equally grand funeral for you.
I heard that Dou Wei fell ill when he returned that night.
When the news reached Li Zhiyun, he felt it was normal.
Historically, Dou Wei died in the first year of Wude. Now he has lived for two more years and is not far from death.
Li Zhiyun discovered that without even realizing it, his presence had changed a lot of things.
Two days after Duguzhen was buried, Wen Dayou, the assistant minister of Zhongshu, also died.
Li Zhiyun was not surprised by this either. When he and Wen Dayou were investigating the case of Dou's private possession of crossbows, something was wrong with Wen Dayou's health.
Two important ministers died one after another, and Li Yuan was not interested in court affairs, so he ordered the court to be suspended for half a month.
Therefore, Li Zhiyun continued to dictate the Lotus Lamp in his mansion, and Wei Zheng wrote it on his behalf.
Wei Zheng felt that he was a tool. Although he had this awareness, he still felt uncomfortable being treated as a ghostwriter.
Therefore, whenever he had free time, he would catch Li Zhiyun and squirt wildly.
"Your Highness, if you continue to do this and do not do your job properly, I am afraid that the saints will blame you."
Needless to say, Lao Li has already scolded me.
Li Zhiyun said meaningfully: "Xuancheng, if I don't do my job properly, wouldn't it be very safe?"
After hearing this, Wei Zheng thought for a moment and understood the deeper meaning. However, he couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, just do it for outsiders to see. I hope that Your Highness will study seriously in private."
"You are right, I will remember it."
Then, Li Zhiyun changed the ghostwriter to Wei Siqi and sent Wei Zheng to the army to take charge of military discipline.
On this day, Li Zhiyun looked through the stories submitted by the people of Chang'an. Many of them were quite interesting. He planned to create a special page to serialize these short stories.
Among them, Du Ruhui also found an interesting story and gave it to Li Zhiyun to watch.
"This is not a story, this is clearly a policy concept." Li Zhiyun said: "The theme of the story is how the county magistrate controls floods, and the gods, ghosts and monsters involved are just tools."
"Then what do you think of this person, Your Highness?"
Li Zhiyun pondered for a moment and sighed: "The great sages are out there."
Du Ruhui smiled and said, "I would like to go on a trip for Your Highness."
"Okay, that's good work..." After thinking about it, Li Zhiyun said: "That's it, I don't have anything else to do these days, let's go together."
"So good!"
Chang'an West Market, Chang'an Novel Newspaper Shop.
Li Zhiyun and Du Ruhui arrived, and the boss was extremely happy.
"Who wrote this story?" Li Zhiyun took out the manuscript.
After the host read it, he smiled and said, "It's a coincidence that Your Highness came here. That person is in the house."
"Oh, take me to meet you."
"yes."
When Dai Zhou saw Li Zhiyun and learned his identity, his expression was very strange. He had also heard of the reputation of King Chu in Chang'an. Although it was not as famous as King Qin, he was also praised by everyone as a wise king.
He never expected that the King of Chu would be so careless about his duties.
"You seem to be surprised that this king will appear here." Li Zhiyun looked at him.
Dai Zhou nodded, "That's true. Everyone in Chang'an says that His Highness the King of Chu is respectful and respectful. I never thought that this newspaper is actually the property of His Highness the King of Chu."
"From your tone, it sounds like you have a problem with me?"
Nonsense, you, the majestic King of Chu, are actually doing business as a merchant, lowering your status and not doing your job properly.
However, Dai Zhou did not say that. Although he was upright by nature, he was not familiar with the King of Chu, so naturally he would not have such a low emotional intelligence.
"No objection. I would also like to thank His Highness the King of Chu for the meal."
"How to say?"
Immediately afterwards, Dai Zhou told his story.
Hearing this, Li Zhiyun remained silent. If he remembered correctly, in history, Dai Zhou should have surrendered to Li Shimin after the fall of Hulao.
But now, this is no longer the case.
"Listen to what you said, then you should still owe me a favor?" Li Zhiyun teased with a smile.
Dai Zhou was startled, then nodded with a wry smile.
"It seems so."
"Well, I want you to return this favor now." Li Zhiyun said.
ah?
I'm just trying to be polite, do you still take it seriously?
Dai Zhou sniffed, raised his hands and asked, "May I ask how your Highness will repay you?"
"Simple, the government office of the Prince of Chu still lacks one person to join the army. You can work for me as an errand." Li Zhiyun said with a smile.
Um?
Is this a good thing?
Dai Zhou felt unreal, why did he suddenly drop a pie from the sky?
"Your Highness, are you kidding me?" he asked.
Li Zhiyun asked: "Why do I want to joke with you? To be honest, I read the story you wrote. It uses gods, ghosts and demons to show your political philosophy, which is very good. I want to give you a chance to display your ambitions. Are you willing?
Don’t want to grasp it?”
In the past, Li Zhiyun would have been tempted to win over Dai Zhou with affection and reason. But it is no longer necessary. His identity is here, and his achievements are hung on him. If he is so humble, it will make people feel that he is not strong enough.
Furthermore, Dai Zhou was not from a wealthy family, so there was no need to use fancy words to win him over.
I admire you, would you like to do it with me?
Of course Dai Zhou was willing, but he could hardly stay in Chang'an any longer. If it weren't for writing stories, he would have to return to Qiao County in despair.
"Fortunately, Your Highness has deigned to deign to do so. I am willing to do my best for Your Highness." Dai Zhou bowed and bowed.
Li Zhiyun immediately helped him up and said, "Don't worry, I will not treat you badly."
Hee hee, the needle doesn't feel like it's pricking me when I'm picking it up.
Immediately afterwards, he introduced him: "This is Du Ruhui, the chief historian of the Prince of Chu's palace."
"Du Gong."
"You don't need to be polite, Mr. Dai, you and I will be colleagues from now on." Du Ruhui returned the courtesy with a smile.
Knowing that Dai Zhou didn't have a decent place to stay, Li Zhiyun took him directly to buy a house and chose a small courtyard house for Dai Zhou, which attracted Dai Zhou's continuous thanks.
Dai Zhou finally understood why it was so touching to offer help in times of need. It was a blessing for His Royal Highness the King of Chu to value him so much!