Chapter 1,267 Young Master Fusu is on his way in the car
On the land of Qilu, on the Imperial Straight Road, a huge convoy is moving steadily forward at a neither fast nor slow speed.
The core of the convoy is a specially modified machine carriage, and the degree of modification is even higher than Prime Minister Li Si's carriage. The height, width and length of the carriage have increased significantly.
Therefore, even if there are five horses pulling the carriage side by side, the speed of the carriage cannot be increased. Now it is basically the limit speed.
"Wang Du Ji" says: The emperor drives six, the princes drive five, the ministers four, the officials three, the scholars two, and the common people one.
Since the Spring and Autumn Period, rituals and music have collapsed, and various princes and kings have violated the ritual system and used the six-horse emperor's carriage.
However, after the unification of the world, it stands to reason that only the First Emperor Ying Zheng is qualified to ride on the six-horse carriage.
The First Emperor's operation of abolishing enfeoffments and replacing them with prefectures and counties also left no princes in the world. In theory, no one could ride in a five-horse carriage. However, considering that the princes had unusual status after all, they would not be able to obtain such benefits as fiefdoms.
In order to save some dignity for others, they were allowed to take five carriages.
Of course, not every young master can get this preferential treatment.
However, as the eldest son, Fusu still has actual power and position, so he naturally has this qualification.
Generally speaking, there is not much difference between Fusu's carriage and other people's machine carriages. At most, there are more decorations on the regulations, plus some black bird patterns that can only be used by the royal family. Like this carriage, it is wider and thicker.
High and elongated operations are rare.
Because the actual significance is not great, but it is a drag when driving.
The reason why Fusu did this this time was because he had no choice but to expand the carriage.
In the carriage, Fusu was dressed in white clothes and a snow-white cloak. He was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and meditating. At a glance, he looked like Ying Zheng back then.
After Fusu grew up, Gu Xun would sigh every time he saw him. This child looked neither like nor dissimilar to his father, and it wasn't like he was similar in appearance but not in form.
The father and son are neither similar in spirit nor in form, nor dissimilar in spirit nor in form.
Specifically, there are some similarities in facial features, but no more than 40 to 50 minutes at most. There are also some similarities in temperament, but at most only 40 to 50 minutes or even less.
At first glance, one can always see the shadow of his father, the First Emperor Ying Zheng, but upon closer inspection, one finds that they are clearly two completely different people.
It’s so contradictory and weird.
To Fusu's side, a huge figure stood. If you look closely, you will see that he has a stooped figure, a strong back and a strong waist, his eyes are covered with gauze, and his skin is still faintly iron-grey. He is the leader of the armored sect of the Wei Kingdom in the past, known as the "Hundred Wars"
Celebration of "no harm".
This time Fusu went on a tour to Qilu and went to Songhai. It was a ceremony to find the escort masters he appointed from Liusha.
Of course, Xuan Jian was added later, but he was used to hiding in the dark.
In fact, the ceremony didn't like to be too public, and he didn't want to ride in the carriage with the dignified eldest son, Nai He helped Su Fei pull him to sit together, and even remodeled the carriage. It was really hard for him to refuse.
Xuanjian was much smarter. He came here halfway, but immediately disappeared after showing his face, making Fusu unable to find him even if he wanted to take him with him.
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Dianqing's eyes looked at Fusu through the gauze, as if his sight could pass through the obstruction, and a dull voice echoed in the confined space:
"Your Highness, this is a risky move and must not be done."
Although it is a word of advice, the speed of the speech is neither urgent nor slow, steady and calm, without any hint of urgency.
With a gentle smile on his lips, Fusu replied in a deep voice, "General Dian, don't worry, I understand what I'm doing, it's just a little 'accident', it's okay."
As a member of Quicksand, Dianqing also holds an empty military position within the empire. He is considered a mid-level officer, and he can be called a general - of course, there are only a handful of generals in the standard sense in the entire empire.
"If we expose the other party's foundation early, wouldn't it be a waste of their efforts?" Fusu gently tapped the table in front of him with his right hand, and his tone was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.
At this time, the convoy is still more than a hundred miles away from Songhai City. At their speed, it will take about two days without any accident.
But it was impossible not to have an accident. Fusu even knew roughly where the accident would happen at this time, but he still didn't know exactly what he would encounter - maybe this could no longer be called an accident, but a conspiracy.
The conspiracy of the eldest son of the empire.
In this case, Fusu can directly avoid it or even reveal the enemy's conspiracy in advance. This is also the suggestion of the ceremony.
The son of a rich man cannot sit down in court!
Dianqing felt that no matter how strong the defense force was, Fusu should try his best to prevent himself from falling into danger. After all, their opponents were not fools. They knew what was going on on their side and could not just send a few cats and dogs to the lake to cause trouble. Fusu disagreed and insisted on going according to the original plan. No matter what plots, traps and traps the enemy laid, he would still force his way through.
There are reasons for celebrations, and Fusu naturally has his own reasons.
He is not like his teacher, who has so many bad tastes. If it is unnecessary, he will not insist on taking risks. After all, safety is always a good thing.
But Fusu couldn't figure out how many arrangements they had made and how many secret plots they had secretly made unless Fusu actually stepped into the enemy's trap.
Choosing to avoid or indirectly punish in advance will inevitably leave some hidden dangers.
For Fusu, he was sure that he would be fine, so he naturally wanted to be more thorough.
However, the consideration of the ceremony is also sincere. As a subordinate, he naturally has to give priority to ensuring the personal safety of his lord.
After the two argued again, Chongqing finally gave in.
In a situation where both sides are reasonable, it is natural that Fusu, a high-ranking person, has the final say. The ceremony is just a suggestion. Whether it is adopted or not depends on Fusu's attitude.
On this matter, Fusu's attitude was quite firm.
Dianqing, who had failed to dissuade him, did not sigh because of this, his expression remained calm, and there was almost no emotion on his rough face, as if he was not the one who tried to dissuade Fusu before.
As a man who can physically crash a hundred tanks on the battlefield, his mind is as tough as his body. Words such as self-pity and blame have always been insulated from him.
Since the eldest son is determined to join the game, what he should consider now is to ensure his safety as much as possible.
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Songhai City, Xiaoshengxian Village.
After Tianming took Shi Lan away, a group of injured Confucian disciples also supported each other and limped away from here.
If possible, they don't want to make too big a fuss. After all, their rhetoric of catching spies is just wishful thinking.
Even if there is really something wrong with Shi Lan, their head master may not approve of such arbitrary behavior... Not to mention that they haven't succeeded yet, haven't caught anyone, and there's no evidence at all.
In this case, the probability of them being punished is much greater than the probability of being rewarded, so they should just hide and lick their wounds silently...
