Datang: Get a god-level selection system at the beginning

As he spoke, Li Shimin clapped his hands, and several servants came up carrying a wooden box. After opening the wooden box, everyone saw a box full of papers inside.

Fang Xuanling curiously picked up one and looked at it, and saw that the incident was clearly described on it, and it was all in vernacular, which seemed very easy to understand.

"Your Majesty, what is this?"
Fang Xuanling found that the paper was light and brittle, and the printing was very rough.

"This is the idea that the King of Qin gave me. This thing is called a newspaper. It can print the latest events in the court, and then make it public, so that everyone in the world can understand the actions of the court."
Fang Xuanling only thought about it for a while, and then understood the benefits: "His Royal Highness King Qin is indeed very calculating. This is to let the people of my Tang Dynasty understand what the demise of the Cui family in Boling is all about."
"In this way, even if those aristocratic families want to slander His Majesty and the King of Qin, there is nothing they can do."
"That's right, I have ordered that the Ministry of Rites establish a Propaganda Department, and they will be responsible for the printing and distribution of this newspaper."
"Your Majesty, I think this newspaper is a good thing, and it should be continued, not just this one time. If the imperial court has any policies in the future, such as exempting a certain place for several years, it can be written on it."
Changsun Wuji's proposal is very good, often the imperial court announces that a certain place will be exempted from money and grain for three to five years, but the officials below and local powerful gentry continue to collect in the name of the imperial court.

The common people will not scold the officials and landlords who are right next to them, but will put all the responsibility on the emperor and the court.

If this newspaper can be run for a long time, it will naturally make this kind of thing much less.

Everyone chattered about it, but Qin Qiong asked: "Your Majesty, to what extent do you think His Highness King Qin will go to suppress the rebellion this time?"
"This time, I didn't give him clear instructions, King Qin can do whatever he can, just let him go."
"All I can do is fully support the King of Qin!"
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Youzhou, Biyi Duhufu.

"Lord Protector, this King Qin is coming in menacing ways, you must be careful!"
Protector Pei Lang of Biyi Dufu Mansion faced the advice of his subordinates and thought for a long time: "After all, I have been here for so long. He is a prince who came from afar, so he shouldn't do anything to me, right?"
The master was heartbroken and said: "My lord, didn't you see what happened to the Qinghe Cui family and the Boling Cui family? Even if you don't remember, you have never forgotten that more than 400 heads fell in the governor's mansion in Youzhou, right?" ?"
"And these are only the local officials of Youzhou and their families, as well as the lives of hundreds of members of Lujiang King Li Ai's family. They all died at the hands of that Li Wenbin!"
"My lord, the Cui family of Boling has collapsed now, and it is said that evidence of treason has been found, so you will be next!"
Pei Lang gritted his teeth, and it took him a long time to make up his mind: "Then what do you think I should do?"
"You might as well strike first." The master made a movement of slashing with a knife, "You lead your own soldiers to ambush Li Wenbin on his way to the Protectorate."
"What, you want me to kill a prince? And this prince is actually the prince! No, no, this will never work!"
Pei Lang shook his head like a rattle, and refused to agree to anything.

"Even if he dies, I will not be able to escape the responsibility. Your Majesty will not spare me!"
"My lord, you are so stupid!" Seeing Pei Lang's uselessness, the master wanted to scold him, "Now that the Xi people are rebelling against the Khitan people, why don't you just blame them on them?"
"And take a step back, if you really can't do it, you can vote for... you can vote for Korea!"
"Vote for Korea?"
Pei Lang's eyes lit up all of a sudden - Goryeo is considered a powerful country now, at least Datang would not be able to do anything to them for more than ten years.

Even if he doesn't vote for Korea, if Li Wenbin dies, the emperor will need to rely on himself to guard Hebei, so it doesn't necessarily mean that he will do anything to himself.

It seems that this road may really work!
"Come here, order a thousand elite soldiers, and go out of the city secretly with this general. Don't say anything, and those who disobey the order will be executed!"
Three days later, Li Wenbin led five hundred Qingqi on their way to Biyi Duhufu.

He put the rest of the troops behind for a hundred miles. This was done to prevent Pei Lang, the protector of Bi Yi's Protectorate, from being suspicious, and to prevent him from jumping over the wall in a hurry.

"Boss, why did you say you took all those books from the Cui family away?"
Zhang Liang, who was half a step behind, asked: "In my opinion, it's better to burn them all, so as not to make another Boling Cui family."
"Haha, old Zhang." Li Wenbin said, who was laughed at by Zhang Liang's words, "Do you really understand, or are you pretending to be confused with me?"
"Those books are the reason why these aristocratic families have been able to stand for hundreds of years. If they are really burned, the history books of later generations will describe this king as the biggest traitor!"
Embarrassed by Li Wenbin's words, Zhang Liang scratched his head: "Hey, Chief Manager, I'll tell you the truth. The general just thinks that reading too many of these books will make people worse, and those scholars don't have a single good thing."
"Hmph, if you say this in front of the prime minister, maybe I can convey it to you."
"Don't, don't, the last general is just talking casually, don't take it to your heart. Just pretend to be the last general and fart, nothing happened."
While chatting with Zhang Liang, Li Wenbin and Zhang Liang drove their horses. He suddenly pointed to the front and asked, "Where is the front? The terrain is so dangerous."
Zhang Liang took out the map and looked at it: "Chairman, there is a line of sky ahead. The terrain here is extremely dangerous, and only one horse is allowed."
Looking at the high cliffs on both sides, Li Wenbin always felt that something bad would happen: "If there are people ambushing on both sides, then entering this line of sky is equivalent to entering a dead zone."
Zhang Liang was also a battle-tested man, so he naturally understood what he said, so he pondered for a while and said, "General Manager, then please ask the general to lead the troops first to explore the way for you."
"No, you don't want to go." Li Wenbin considered for a moment, then rejected his proposal, "Send sentry cavalry to patrol the cliff, and then the army will pass through this line of sky."
"But Chief Manager, if this happens, the schedule will be delayed."
This is indeed a problem, but Li Wenbin shook his head resolutely: "I always feel a little apprehensive in my heart, feeling that something big will happen."
"Let's do as I say, we can afford to delay this time."