"In fact, regardless of our respective identities, your ideals and ideas can be better displayed in the Qin State, so why not go with the flow?" Jin looked at Han Fei from a distance.
"But as we live in this world, this identity is something we can't abandon, right?" Han Fei asked rhetorically.
"Since we were born, we have been given different labels. Your label is that of a young master from Qin, while mine is that of a young master from South Korea. These are things that we cannot abandon.
When you were young, you had clothes to stretch your hands, food to open your mouth, and a mansion to sit in. These are all brought by your status. In return, you naturally have to work hard for Qin.
The same goes for me. As a Korean man, even if this country is hopeless, I can only imitate the moth and flutter towards the flame that I know is impossible but has to go until it turns into ashes.
You are a member of the Mohist family and want to give the people of this world a safe and sound life. As a Legalist, what I have to do is to set up a spine for this world.
If you know you can't do something but don't do it, then in the future, even if the world is unified, will there really be no more foreign enemies?
At that time, everyone will be like you said.
Look, I am following the example of the sages, and I have to bow my head for the sake of the world and the people.
Is that kind of Central Plains and that kind of China what you want to see?"
Han Fei looked at Jin Yao quietly, with a sad expression, but he stood upright.
Looking at Han Fei, Jin Yao fell silent.
This is a person who has blazed his own path, and cannot be influenced by others' words.
What Han Fei said is right. Everyone has his own identity and destiny, but because of their different positions, they have reached the opposite side.
But such people are worthy of respect.
"I can't convince you or stop you, and I will return to Dragon City soon. Is there anything I can do during this period?" Jin Yao looked at Han Fei and bowed solemnly.
Han Fei looked at Jin Yao, smiled and shook his head, "We are not familiar with each other. If your teacher is here, then I can shamelessly ask for it, and you can forget it!"
"Sir, the king has summoned you!"
Jin Yao wanted to say something more, but the soldier beside him whispered in his ear.
"Then take care!" Jin Yao sighed, saluted again, and then followed the soldier out of Dongshi and walked toward the palace.
"Actually, we are all the same, we can't help ourselves, right?" Han Fei looked at Jin Yuanyuan's retreating back and sighed in a low voice.
In the palace, Jin Yao finally met Fusu, who was not yet a hundred days old.
At this time, Fusu was being held by the wet nurse in the palace and sitting on his knees on the side of the main hall.
"Brother Wang is here just in time!" After Ying Zheng saw the guard announcing the news, he hurriedly put down the book in his hand, and then walked quickly to the palace gate to greet him.
"Brother Wang doesn't have many guards around him!" Jin Yao frowned and looked around the hall. Gai Nie didn't know where he had gone and was not guarding Ying Zheng.
"It doesn't matter, Brother Wang is not a scholar with no power!" Ying Zheng said with a smile, "Master Nianduan, whom Brother Wang ordered to be escorted here, said that proper martial arts training can enhance the strength of the heart, so I
I also practiced some vertical and horizontal mental techniques with Mr. Gai Nie."
Jin Yao nodded, this was something he could detect. Although Ying Zheng's cultivation level was not high, he should have no problem protecting himself.
As long as Donghuang Taiyi didn't come directly to the palace like he did before, basically no one could kill Ying Zheng in Xianyang Palace.
"But Brother Wang, you still have to be careful. The pace of Qin's unification has already begun, and there is no way those people will jump over the wall in a hurry." Jin Yao reminded.
Without Jing Ke, there may not be others.
"Brother Wang is determined. In fact, no one has come to assassinate me in the past few years. It's just that I was killed by soldiers before I could even reach the main hall!" Ying Zheng smiled.
Jin Yao nodded. In fact, the Chu State also used such despicable methods to assassinate him, but they failed.
"I wonder why Brother Wang summoned him this time?" Jin Yao followed Ying Zheng to the main hall and sat down before looking at Ying Zheng curiously.
"You can't see your brother if you have nothing to do?" Ying Zheng smiled in relief.
"Of course!" Jin Yao also looked at each other and smiled.
"Actually, there is something wrong with asking my brother to come here this time!" Ying Zheng spoke again.
"Brother Wang, please speak!" Jin Yao sat up straight.
"This is the letter from Zong Zhengling and the nine ministers!" Ying Zheng pushed each of the memorials in front of Jin Yao.
Jin Yao hesitated for a moment. As a foreign minister, he shouldn't read this kind of memorial, but when Ying Zheng sent it to him, he was also curious about what made Ying Zheng so helpless.
So, Jin Yao picked up the top memorial and read it carefully. Fortunately, because Mohist paper was given priority to the courts of various countries, the court memorials were no longer heavy and thick bamboo slips.
Just unfold the memorial and you will be able to understand everything at a glance.
The requests in these memorials are very simple. First, Zong Zheng ordered Ying Zheng to name the eldest son, and secondly, to confirm that the eldest son was the eldest son and the first successor to the Qin Dynasty.
These seem to be Yingzheng's family affairs, but they are also major events for the Qin State. Only when the king has a heir can the country be in order. Therefore, the matter of establishing an heir is not only a family matter for the King of Qin, but also a major event for the Qin State.
"The eldest son hasn't been named yet?" Jin Yao looked at Ying Zheng in surprise. He thought Ying Zheng had already named Fusu.
"Not yet!" Ying Zheng shook his head, "Aren't you waiting for your brother to come back?"
Jin Yao was stunned. Ying Zheng didn't name Fusu, but he was waiting for him to come back!
"It's not that I haven't chosen one, I just don't know which one to choose!" Ying Zheng handed the prepared list of candidates to Jin Yao.
Jin Yao looked carefully and saw that the word Fusu was at the front, followed by many other names, but all of them were selected from the Book of Songs.
"There are Fusu in the mountains, and lotus flowers in the sky!" Jin Yao has naturally read the Book of Songs, and he can also think of the origin of the word "Fusu".
"Brother, you also think the name Fusu is good?" Before Jin Yao could continue, Ying Zheng spoke directly. It was obvious that he had already recognized the name Fusu, but deliberately waited until Jin Yao spoke before saying it.
"The Qin Dynasty is like this mountain, and we and our ancestors are the stones that build the mountain. However, when the Qin Dynasty unified the world, the mountains no longer need to be high. Therefore, we need Fusu to continue the Qin Dynasty for eternity. I think
, it should be Fusu!" Ying Zheng stretched out his hand and motioned to the wet nurse to bring Fusu over.
Jin Yao nodded and watched Ying Zheng carrying Fusu to the highest point in Xianyang, raising Fusu's hands above his head and facing the sun, as if he wanted to show the world that this is the future of Great Qin!
"The Qin Dynasty will last ten thousand years, the king will last ten thousand years, and the prince will last ten thousand years!"
Seeing Ying Zheng holding Fusu in his arms, walking step by step towards the head of the palace, and lifting Fusu high into the sky, the guards around him also knelt down on one knee.
"Wow" may be due to being dazzled by the sun, or it may be due to being lifted high into the sky.
The young baby Fusu also burst into tears at the right moment, and a shrill cry spread throughout the Xianyang Palace.
"The king sent a message to the sky, the young master helped Su, and the sky was filled with mist, and the sound was like a dragon roaring!"
The historian and the commentator looked at each other in a tacit understanding and took notes to write down the day.