Two days later, the "Da Tang Xunbao" was published in the additional publication of Chang'an, bringing up a wave of public opinion.

The content of the week-end report is very simple, which is to discuss whether the extremely inhuman rule of "killing a powerful stick" needs to continue to exist.

‘Killing the Stick’ is the most intuitive manifestation of the hierarchy of ancient society. In theory, people do not allow it to sue officials, which is a crime.

So when encountering such a situation, the superior officials will directly hit the victim with dozens of sticks without asking the reason. After the fight, they can only tell the whole story. As for whether the victim has any fate after the fight, that is another matter. Anyway, the rules are placed there, and if you want to sue the official, you must be beaten.

Changsun Wuji arrived at the East Palace as soon as he saw the newspaper, dragged Li Chengqian, who was lying on his wife's stomach and listening to the fetal heart, to his study: "Chengqian, you are a little frivolous in this matter. You must know that you offend not only the aristocratic families and gentry, but many nobles will also be implicated."

"Uncle, it's just a discussion, not that serious, right?" Li Chengqian said disregardly while ordering someone to serve tea.

"Why isn't it serious!" Changsun Wuji strengthened his tone: "As long as you have a discerning person, you will immediately see that it is targeting the aristocratic family. Now that you have done this, do you think the matter is not messy enough? What should you do if those people resign from office collectively?"

"I dare not bury them if they dare to die? These people always think they are pillars of the country and think that the Tang Dynasty cannot do without them, but I want to try it and see if the Tang Dynasty still stands on this land after leaving them." Li Chengqian said slowly, but his tone was full of murderous intent.

He is betting that those aristocratic families will not really give up their rights.

After all, if there is no power in the officialdom, the aristocratic family will become a group of rich suckers, which does not agree with their interests. So Li Chengqian believes that no matter how hard he does, those people will have to compromise in the end and will not really give up the official positions they have obtained.

Changsun Wuji didn't expect Li Chengqian to have such a plan. After hearing his words, he was stunned for a moment and murmured: "You are planning to kill the enemy."

"No, this is at most a bit of a bargaining chip on the card table. I want to see what method they will use in the end. The Tang Dynasty is the Tang Dynasty of the Tang Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty of my Li family. I will never allow anyone to use their ideas to influence the future of the Tang Dynasty." Li Chengqian said in a pun.

He didn't know what Changsun Wuji suddenly found out today, but there was always nothing good. He was the prince who beat him with a blow. As long as he was a person, he could teach him a lesson, regardless of whether he was doing the right thing or not.

Since this is the case, it would be better to just act yourself and adapt to the Tang society while also changing the Tang society.

As the saying goes, the poorest one is just begging, and immortality will always stand out. Li Chengqian, who knows the ending of history, knows very well that no matter how he tosses, he will be demoted to a commoner at most and will not have any worries about his life, so he is fearless at this time.

"Okay, since you have made up your mind, then my uncle has nothing to say." Changsun Wuji sighed: "But, have you ever thought about a way out? What if there is a situation you didn't expect, what should you do?"

"One word, kill!" Li Chengqian said calmly: "I can give them money and power, but they must exchange their loyalty for it."

Changsun Wuji stopped talking. Although his face had not changed much, his heartbeat was like beating a drum.

This old fox-like guy cannot understand Li Chengqian's implicit meaning, money, power, and loyalty. These are more targeted than those aristocratic families. It is obvious that Li Chengqian saw that Changsun Wuji's intention was not drunk, and he specially used words to test him.

Thinking of this, Old Changsun picked up the tea and took a sip, hiding his embarrassment: "Chengqian, my uncle is old and doesn't want to participate in your young people's affairs, but you are still too young to your cousin, and there are always some shortcomings in your behavior. If you have time, please help me educate him well."

"Uncle, don't worry, I still have the ability to rush to cousin. As long as I exercise in my current position for a few years, I can become a person who stands alone." He looked at Changsun Wuji with a smile. Li Chengqian first talked about Changsun Chong's affairs perfunctorily, and then asked again: "Uncle came to me this time, I'm afraid I don't want to talk about the aristocratic family and rush to cousin?"

Changsun Wuji was reluctant to speak after going around, and Li Chengqian was patient and could only pick up the topic first.

"Chengqian, isn't my uncle able to do anything? I plan to come to you to find an idea." Changsun Wuji was still talking about his side, his face full of embarrassment, and the old fox's style was fully displayed.

Li Chengqian knew that he would be at a disadvantage if he continued to talk, and Changsun Wuji took all the initiative, but he had to take the conversation: "If you have something to do, just say it clearly, Chengqian will do whatever he wants."

Changsun Wuji is his uncle, and he still has to give him the face he should give. Since this old guy has put so much effort into dealing with him, he must be determined to win what he wants to say.

And if Li Chengqian continues to pretend to be stupid, it is very likely that the old man will run to Queen Changsun to cry and complain. No matter how troublesome the mother suppresses him, Li Chengqian cannot say a word "no". In the end, he still has to do what he should do, and offends the old guy Changsun Wuji.

"Great, I'm actually not a big trouble for my uncle. I'm just that a group of things were robbed in the Western Regions..." After Changsun Wuji got the promise, he immediately beat the snake and followed the stick, and even the title became much closer.

"The world is robbed in the Western Regions? What? Who dares to rob our things?" Li Chengqian said in a pretentious manner with his hatred for the enemy.

"Some iron tools are not valuable things." Changsun Wuji smiled embarrassedly, and then drank tea to hide his embarrassment.

Iron tools are simple to say, but their meaning is extraordinary. After all, the smelting technology of the Tang Dynasty is far beyond that of the surrounding countries. Even if a kitchen knife goes abroad, it can be regarded as a magic weapon.

Therefore, in the list of exported materials in the Tang Dynasty, ironware is definitely something that is explicitly prohibited from being exported, even a kitchen knife or an iron pot cannot do it.

So after hearing Changsun Wuji's words, Li Chengqian almost angrily threw the teacup in his hand, because even the fool Pang Er who was squatting at the city gate begging for food would not believe that the old Changsun would transport iron pots to the Western Regions. The only thing that could make him feel that the profit was enough and that he would take action was the only weapons.
Chapter completed!