Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Chapter 391,

Sang Wen gently covered her red lips and spoke in surprise.

"Another war?"

Wars have been too frequent in recent years. Although commercial trade in the world is still okay, agriculture has been almost abandoned by 30%.

If there is another war, and if there is a natural disaster, I am afraid that more than 100,000 people will starve to death.

"No more war..."

Liu Hong shook his head, and it was unclear whether his tone was one of relief or helplessness.

After the founding of the Han Dynasty, Liu Bang was almost seriously ill and was sent by Empress Lu with tears in his eyes to pacify the princes.

As a result, throughout the Han Dynasty, the royal family could not gather five imperial horses of the same color without affecting people's livelihood.

Now that Liu Hong has unified the world, except for the resistance in Qing Kingdom, things are going too smoothly for Dongyi City and Northern Qi.

People's livelihood has not been seriously damaged.

But Liu Hong is now the only remaining grandmaster in the world, and he has killed all the robots in the temple that interfered with the mundane world.

The prestige is so high that it is almost unprecedented.

As a result, no matter how much Liu Hong did, as long as he did not force the people to rebel, no one would dare to rebel.

No matter how dissatisfied this group of people were with the actions of reducing the power of the feudal lords and suppressing the aristocratic families, they could only endure it and let Liu Hong's son bear the subsequent anger.

That is why Liu Hong and Zhang Liang sometimes lamented that being the second emperor of the Han Dynasty was really not easy!
The puzzlement in Sang Wen's beautiful eyes became more and more intense.

If there was no war, how could these aristocratic families surrender peacefully?

Liu Hong gently held Sang Wen's wrist and spoke softly in a calm tone.

"It's time to build the imperial mausoleum! My tomb should be placed in Qianlong Bay, and then the noble families in the world should be moved to Qianlong Bay to guard my tomb."

This is an open conspiracy. Guarding the emperor's tomb can be said to be the supreme honor, right?

Cut off the local ties of the aristocratic families to prevent them from colluding with officials and leaving their homes to Qianlong Bay.

If you can display 10% of your full potential, it would be great.

Sang Wen was shocked and looked at Liu Hong worriedly.

Liu Hong is in his prime! Is it time to build a mausoleum so early?
However, Liu Hong did not give Sang Wen time to think about it. He got up and returned to the imperial study.

Hong Zhu was cleaning the imperial study. When he saw Liu Hong coming back, he immediately knelt on the ground with joy.

"His Majesty……"

Liu Hong helped Hong Zhu up and laid him on the couch, but he still felt uncomfortable.

Because I found I couldn't find anything to do.

Now everything in the Han Dynasty is on the right track. There are loyal ministers and capable generals at home, and the Hu forces outside have not yet been integrated and unified.

As long as taxes and levies are reduced, the industries of the three major workshops in Neiku can be expanded to the south.

The world will usher in an unprecedented era of prosperity, with peace and tranquility in the seas and rivers.

Hong Zhu looked at Liu Hong's expression, not looking too happy, and spoke in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, why are you not so happy now that the world is unified?"

"Nothing. Call Zhang Liang and Liu Heng over. By the way, appoint Wu Zhu as the deputy commander of the imperial guards and allow him to appear in any corner of the palace."

Liu Hong shook his head.

Liu Heng's nap was interrupted and he felt listless. Even with the guidance of the palace maid, he was still a little drowsy.

Zhang Liang, who was handling government affairs in the cabinet, was startled when he heard that Emperor Gao summoned him.

Now that the world is unified, will Emperor Gao want to get rid of him?
In the duty room, Zhang Liang held the pen for a long time but did not start writing. Hong Zhu was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

"What is to come will eventually come."

Zhang Liang sighed softly.

I think back to when I offered the suggestion that Liu Ying, the prince with the most influence from the aristocratic family, be buried with the aristocratic family.

There is still such a disaster!
Is it possible for a minister to advise the emperor to sacrifice his own son?

Zhang Liang walked towards the imperial study with heavy steps.

He was the Marquis of Shangjing, with a fief of 8,000 households, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, the Chief Assistant of the Cabinet, a loyal minister, and the first counselor of Emperor Gaozu.

His power had reached the pinnacle of the secular world; even Han Xin did not have his great power.

Now that the country is unified, Emperor Gao wants to realize his ambitions. I am afraid that he, as the chief minister of the cabinet, will block Liu Hong's way. As for why Zhang Liang thought of the worst, it was because people would change, let alone the emperor.

Outside the imperial study, Zhang Liang saw the drowsy Liu Heng and his eyes widened.

Liu Heng, there is no one in the whole Kyoto who doesn’t know him.

Although he was not directly named the crown prince by Emperor Gao, this was only to stabilize the Zhan family of Northern Qi.

As long as Sang Wen sits on the throne of Queen, Liu Heng will sooner or later become the Crown Prince and the future heir to the throne.

And now it seems that Liu Hong called them both over.

Although Liu Heng was very sleepy, he was still very serious and polite in front of outsiders, waiting for the imperial guards to pick him up and go to the imperial study.

"Since Heng'er is sleepy, I'll trouble the Prime Minister to carry Heng'er to the Imperial Study."

Liu Hong's voice came clearly.

Zhang Liang couldn't help but feel a sore nose and moist eyes. He barely maintained etiquette and bowed respectfully to Liu Heng.

"Your Highness, I will let this old minister carry you on his back."

Liu Heng saw the usually kind uncle and nodded without any wariness.

She lay on Zhang Liang's back and fell into a sweet sleep.

The young Liu Heng had no idea of ​​the political implications of Liu Hong asking the chief minister of the cabinet to carry him, who was almost certain to be the crown prince.

In the imperial study, Wuzhu gently picked up a piece of white paper, splashed ink and painted to record this scene.

Wuzhu himself had no interest in these things, but since Liu Hong asked, Wuzhu agreed.

Zhang Liang tiptoed and placed Liu Heng on the couch, then bowed respectfully to Liu Hong.

Liu Hong shook his head, signaling Zhang Liang not to do so.

"Zhang Liang, when Xiao He comes back, you will probably hand over the position of Prime Minister and the head of the cabinet to Xiao He."

Zhang Liang nodded. He had already expected this. During the past few years in power, he had only been controlling the general direction of the Han Dynasty. When it came to restoring people's livelihood, he was not as good as Xiao He.

Liu Hong looked at Zhang Liang's grown beard and sighed softly.

"Unconsciously, so much time has passed! Zhang Liang, you should be thinking of resigning and returning home now."

A trace of bitterness appeared on Zhang Liang's face.

"Your Majesty! Not only do I have to resign, but several others must also resign. Otherwise, Your Majesty will not be able to flex his muscles while we are in the court."

The same policy is to reduce taxes and levies, regardless of the proportion or where the policy is implemented.

Everyone has different opinions.

Zhang Liang was afraid that if they didn't leave, Liu Hong's last bit of affection for them would be exhausted.

Liu Hong showed a look of realization on his face and spoke softly.

"I see. It turns out that I have blocked your administration."

Liu Hong's prestige is too high, and his words and actions can determine the life and death of many ministers in the court, even the current King of Zhao Han Xin.

As long as Liu Hong was willing, Han Xin could become a commoner with just a letter of rebuke.

"You don't have to worry. As long as I am in power, I will never touch you."

"I am not as good as Xiao He in recuperation. I am not as good as you, Zhang Liang, in formulating major policies. I am not as good as Han Xin in leading troops to victory thousands of miles away. In terms of making money and etiquette, I am not as good as Versace, Guo Youzhi and others."

When Liu Hong said this, his tone was somewhat emotional.

He is destined not to be a perfect person, he just knows how to use people.

How could he cut off his own arm, suppress meritorious officials, and do something that would hurt his relatives and please his enemies?

Zhang Liang just moved his mouth but didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Liu Hong said nothing more. He turned his head towards Wuzhu and asked.

"Is the picture ready?"

"Hmm! What's the name of this painting?"

Wu Zhu nodded and prepared to write down his name.

Liu Hong's eyes were deep and profound, and his palm gently stroked the sleeping Liu Heng.

"Carrying the Emperor on your back!"

(End of this chapter)