Li Shimin was also startled by Fang Xuanling's condition and kicked Li Chengqian in the waist.
"What are you standing around for? Go quickly!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Li Chengqian and Deng Dengjie each went to fetch a chair and call for an imperial physician.
Before long, over a dozen white-haired old men were brought in, and they immediately began examining Fang Xuanling.
"Master Fang has wind disease."
"Worry and grief damage the liver, causing liver yang to surge violently, heart fire to burn intensely, wind and fire fanning each other, blood rebelling with qi, rushing upwards to the brain."
"Fortunately, we were informed early, otherwise it would have left a major affliction, and in the worst case, it would have been untreatable!"
It was almost as Fang Er had guessed; this fellow was scared by Li Shimin's words.
Cerebral hemorrhage...
This was outrageous!
While the court was still discussing state affairs, Fang Xuanling was carried away.
After he left, Wei Tie Wa bowed respectfully and stepped forward with his tablet.
"May I ask Your Majesty, what does it mean to abolish imperial power!"
Having heard the imperial physicians' diagnosis of Fang Xuanling, and relieved that there would be no major issues due to timely intervention, Li Shimin breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing Wei Zheng inquire, he began to speak at length.
"The royal family retreats to the background, serving only as a symbol of the empire, ruling but not governing."
"Establish a Cabinet and Parliament, where state affairs are jointly deliberated and decided by the Parliament, this is the Upper House."
"Establish a National Assembly, with representatives selected from various industries, this is the Lower House."
"Redraft the laws, clearly defining the powers and responsibilities of the Upper and Lower Houses."
"........."
In essence, it was a parliamentary constitutional monarchy, but with some differences.
Li Shimin's perspective had been completely opened by Fang Er's travels through various worlds, but the understanding of these ministers remained stuck in the feudal dynasty.
After a lengthy discourse, everyone in the hall was confused.
It took a full half-hour before he stopped, scanned everyone with his gaze, and said with anticipation.
"My esteemed ministers, these are my thoughts. What do you all think?"
The hall was silent, and everyone exchanged glances.
After a long while, someone stood up to speak. Still the tenacious Wei Zheng: "The emperor is appointed by heaven to shepherd a region on behalf of heaven, how can he retreat behind others?"
As he spoke, he suddenly pointed to Fang Er beside him.
"Your Majesty, were you coerced by him?"
"If so, say the word, and your minister will risk his life to prevent him from getting his way."
Fang Er was completely bewildered.
What does this have to do with me? Li is the one who wants to be a sage.
He quickly retorted, "Wei Zheng! I warn you, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"
"You need evidence for what you say. If you keep slandering me like this, I'll beat you!"
After retorting to Wei Zheng, he found all the officials in the hall staring at him, which was quite frustrating.
He just wanted to play games leaning against a pillar, and this accusation fell on him from nowhere.
Li Shimin also did not expect such a thing to happen and quickly explained.
"Minister Wei misunderstands. This matter has nothing to do with An Zhi. It is my genuine thought after studying history and traveling the empire."
"Throughout history, changes in imperial power have always been accompanied by bloodshed..."
Before he could finish, Li Xiaogong rushed out from the ranks of the military officials.
"Fang Lao Er, I considered you a brother, and you secretly did something like this!"
With that, he raised his tablet and swung it at Fang Er.
This was too sudden. If imperial power retreated, how would the feudal lords position themselves?
"Stop!"
Li Shimin was startled and quickly called out to stop, but it was too late. Li Xiaogong's tablet had already been thrown.
Fang Er also did not expect such a sudden turn of events and was caught off guard, being hit squarely by the tablet.
A warmth trickled down from his head, and he froze.
"Li Lao Jiu, are you on stimulants?"
In his many years of crossing over to the Tang Dynasty, he had never been injured in battle, but now that the world was at peace, his head was split open by someone.
Damn it, how could he tolerate this?
Li Shimin was also furious. While fights had occurred in the court before, they usually had some restraint.
But seeing Lao Jiu's demeanor just now, if weapons were not prohibited in the hall, his son-in-law might have lost his life.
"Damn your ancestors!"
In his rage, he directly cursed.
He even forgot that his grandfather was Li Yuan and leaped forward, kicking Li Xiaogong to the ground.
Fang Er wiped his forehead, looked at the scarlet blood on his hand, and a baseless rage surged into his head.
Grabbing Li Shimin by the back of his collar, he tossed him aside like a little chick, straddled Li Xiaogong, and began to beat him soundly.
If he had been weaker before, he could only rely on the cleverness of Tai Chi to parry with Li Xiaogong.
But now, Li Xiaogong was at his mercy.
"Bang..."
"Damn it, are you trying to kill me?"
"Bang..."
"Another inch to the left, and you would have blinded me!"
"Bang..."
"What grudge, what enmity, huh?"
"Bang..."
"Wei Tie Wa might not know my methods, but you, Lao Jiu, should know them!"
"Bang..."
His hands didn't stop, and his mouth continued to curse. When had Fang Lao Er ever suffered such a loss?
Li Xiaogong, pinned to the ground, struggled desperately but was clearly outmatched. His kicking legs were useless.
Wei Zheng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot upon hearing himself called "Wei Tie Wa." Previously, calling him by his name was acceptable, but "Wei Tie Wa" now?
However, seeing Li Xiaogong writhing under the blows, he subconsciously took a few steps back.
Li Shimin's head was buzzing.
Did I just get thrown out?
And rolled around in front of all the officials?
And the worst part is, it was done by my son-in-law?
Looking at the two men wrestling on the ground, Li Shimin was furious and shouted towards the hall entrance.
"Guards!"
"Drag these two out!"
"Strip them of their ranks, demote their titles, and suspend their stipends for three years!"
"Throw them to Australia, and they are not to return to Tang without imperial summons!"
Qin Huaiyu and Yuchi Baolin led the imperial guards rushing in from outside the hall. Seeing that Fang Er and Li Xiaogong were fighting, they were stunned on the spot.
The two exchanged glances and quickly stepped forward to break them apart.
Li Xiaogong thought he was being rescued, but was suddenly poked from behind by someone.
His face instantly flushed, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bulging as if they would pop out. He hopped three feet into the air, clutching his backside.
"Owww.........."
The scream was pathetic. He hadn't screamed this badly even when Fang Er had been beating him for a long time.
Yuchi Baolin glanced at his fingers, which were somewhat yellow and bloody. Unnoticed, he quickly wiped them on Qin Huaiyu's back and then feigned surprise.
"Ah, King of Hejian, why are you jumping so high?"
Li Xiaogong: .........
This king is broken!
He clamped his legs together, hunched his body, and moved out of the hall with an outward-facing gait.
Damn it, I'll settle with you after we get out!
Fang Er, with his bloody forehead, followed behind and glared fiercely at Wei Zheng.
Damn it, if this guy hadn't stirred up trouble, Li Xiaogong wouldn't have come at me.