But not everyone is Changsun Wuji.

After all, if Li Shimin can't solve the problem, he can ask his eighth prince Li Chengfeng to help.

Although Li Chengfeng is mischievous, he can always help Li Shimin at critical moments.

This made Li Shimin feel very relieved.

Even if Li Chengfeng staggered away with his hands in his trouser pockets before he shouted to retreat, Li Shimin would not say no to Li Chengfeng.

After all, that was Li Chengfeng's consistent style.

Li Shimin has long been used to it.

"Your Majesty, the old minister is guilty. If you want to punish him, you should punish the old minister and Wuyi. Please don't punish the old minister's family!"

"Okay, since that's the case, then I will punish you and Changsun Wuyi!"

After listening, Changsun Wuji also heaved a sigh of relief.

At least what the emperor said was punishment, not beheading.

If the beheaded word came out, the eldest grandson Wuyi might really be about to die.

Immediately afterwards, Li Shimin said again: "Come in and there will be a severe drought, and the common people will not be able to live! I will let you, Zhao Guogong, do your crimes and make meritorious deeds! You take your eldest grandson Wuyi to Anjun County at the foot of Chang'an City to donate food and protect the land. People's livelihood!"

"Besides that, I will fine you one hundred thousand gold as punishment! I hope that Mr. Zhao will take the crime and make meritorious deeds, and you will not be an example!"

"Yes, old minister, thank you for your permission!"

After finishing speaking, Changsun Wuji took Changsun Wuyi and kowtowed heavily towards Li Shimin three times.

The civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty are meaningless.

First, this is the punishment imposed by the emperor Li Shimin, and as subjects, they naturally dare not disobey.

Second, the Changsun family is the second largest family under the Li family of the royal family, and they can't afford to mess with it.

Thirdly, the punishment Li Shimin gave to Changsun Wuji was very serious! One hundred thousand gold was fined, and they were asked to go to Anjun County to give food to the people. In this hot summer, it was considered a hard job!

In the end, the conflict between the eldest grandson family and the Li family of the royal family finally came to an end.

…

When Li Chengfeng returned to the Zhenwang Mansion, Wei Zheng told Li Chengfeng about Li Shimin's punishment of the eldest grandson's family.

Li Chengfeng pretended to be indifferent, shrugged his shoulders, and said: "Prime Minister Wei Zheng, I have no right to punish Zhao Guogong. I just can't understand the style of Changsun Wuji and Changsun Wuyi, so I will show my father the emperor. Go and argue with Changsun Wuyi!"

"I bully my father, it's fine! But others bully, no!"

"Uh, hehe, that's true!"

Wei Zheng nodded stinkingly, with a flattering smile on his face.

I have to say that Wei Zheng was really stunned by the debate between Li Chengfeng and Changsun Wuyi just now in the court.

It can be said that this is a debate contest that has never been seen before or since.

In ancient times, there was Zhuge Liang who fought against the Confucians with his tongue. Today, Li Chengfeng, the eighth prince of the Tang Dynasty, defeated the eldest son Wuyi, a sophistry genius.

Especially later, after Li Chengfeng told about the immoral things that Changsun Wuyi had done in those years, he almost scared Changsun Wuyi into a fool.

Until now, Changsun Wuyi is still sitting in the Changsun Mansion in a daze, and has not recovered.

But Li Chengfeng was even more serious. It turned out that he only played against Changsun Wuyi just to protect the dignity of his royal family.

In fact, he didn't give Li Shimin face at all?

Thinking of this, Wei Zheng couldn't help but feel ashamed. If Li Shimin heard this sentence, he would definitely feel bad, right?

"Prime Minister Wei Zheng, I'm afraid it's not that simple for you to come to find me in the Prince's Mansion? Is it just to tell me about my father's punishment of Changsun Wuji and the others?"

"Oh, that's not true!" Wei Zheng shook his head and said, "It's the emperor who has arranged a task for you and asked you to do it!"

"What task?" Li Chengfeng looked at Wei Zheng curiously.

Wei Zheng said: "The emperor issued an order. In the year of drought in the Tang Dynasty, all civil and military officials must not be idle. Those who have money will contribute money, and those who have no money will contribute. Therefore, the emperor wants you, the eighth prince, to contribute some money." , uh, go save the common people!"

"What? I knew that bad old man was very bad, and he was still chasing my money?"

Upon hearing this sentence, Li Chengfeng immediately became dissatisfied.

He knew that Li Shimin must be jealous that he was rich.

After all, the last time the tax was collected, Li Chengfeng earned an iron mine and hundreds of thousands of money.

Li Shimin thought to himself, the eighth prince has hundreds of thousands of gold in his hand, and it is useless to keep it. It is better to ask Li Chengfeng to donate some money to help the people of Datang.

Because, the entire Tang Dynasty, the people troubled by the drought are not Chang'an City.

There are also many cities such as Youzhou, Luoyang, Xuanzhou, etc., which are suffering from drought.

Many refugees from Youzhou City even migrated collectively and came to Chang'an City.

These are the people of Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin can't just watch them starve to death, or die in the sun, right?

Therefore, Li Shimin planned to let all civil and military officials, the rich contribute money, and the powerful contribute strength.

Donate some money, more or less, to help the people who migrated from Youzhou City.

…

Wei Zheng looked at the unhappy look on Li Chengfeng's face, he smiled resentfully, and then said tactfully: "The eighth prince, this is an order from the emperor, everyone must contribute to the people of Tang Dynasty, so , it’s not that the old minister is embarrassing you! So don’t embarrass the old minister, okay?”

Wei Zheng knows ~lightnovelpub.net~ that the Eighth Prince is very good at talking.

If he didn't borrow the emperor's order, maybe the eighth prince would throw himself out of the Prince Zhen's mansion right now.

But Li Chengfeng twisted his neck, looked at Wei Zheng, and said: "Then my father said, how much do I have to pay?"

"Well, the emperor said this at the time: It's useless for the eighth prince to keep too much money. Prime Minister Wei Zheng, you can take as much as you can!"

"Hey, that bad old man is just jealous of my money!"

Li Chengfeng cursed Li Shimin again.

Wei Zheng blushed, but he could only laugh along with him, trying to persuade Li Chengfeng not to get angry.

Li Chengfeng continued: "Who said it's useless for me to keep money? In a severe drought, money is useless, but the money is much more useful in my hands than in the emperor's hands!"

"Uh, this..." Wei Zheng was dumb, but he couldn't argue.

Li Chengfeng said: "Don't think I don't know, there is still a lot of money in the emperor's treasury? He doesn't take out his own money, but he still pays attention to my money? What a shameless guy!"

"Hush, eighth prince, you can't scold the emperor like that, it would be bad if someone overheard you!"

"Have someone heard you? Apart from the people in Zhenwang's Mansion, you are the only one here, Prime Minister Wei Zheng? Do you want to inform? Are you saying that I am scolding my father?"

"This, the old minister dare not!"