After hearing this, Fusu couldn't help but raise his head suddenly, his face solemn.
Ying Zheng stared at his eldest son through Mian Guan Zhaozhu, and also saw his abnormal reaction:
"It seems that you already know."
"My son... I have indeed heard about it." Fusu bowed with his hands folded, lowered his head again, and replied in a muffled voice.
"What do you have to say?" Ying Zheng stared at Fusu without blinking and asked.
"My son... I have nothing to say!" Fusu replied with a sigh, his tone full of helplessness.
No one can explain this kind of thing. We can only rely on those who are clear to clear things up. But in many cases, even those who are clear cannot explain it clearly.
Speaking of which, these years of experience in the Northland have had a considerable impact on Fusu, and his character has become much tougher. If it were him in the past, he would not only feel helpless at this time, but also fear and uneasiness.
Ying Zheng looked at his eldest son who had nothing to say, nodded slightly and said:
"You really have nothing to say."
"Do you know how Bai Qi died?" Ying Zheng suddenly changed the topic and mentioned the former King Wu'an of Qin.
Fusu's lowered eyes flashed with more helplessness, and he replied in a deep voice:
"Wu'an Jun Bai Qi was the number one general in our Qin Dynasty in the past. His reputation as a 'man-slaughter' was famous throughout the world. Later, he took credit for his work and was arrogant, intending to rebel."
"If it doesn't work, I'll take poison and kill myself out of fear of sin."
Of course, historical data records that Wu Anjun chose his own dignity, but in fact it was the master farmers at that time who helped him to gain dignity.
But this is not important. What is important is that everyone knows that Bai Qi did not die because of conspiracy.
Ying Zheng held Tian Wen down and slowly paced back and forth in front of the throne, his voice always cold and low:
"This is just the record of the historian."
Fusu lowered his head and said nothing.
He knew that this was only the historian's record, and he could only retell the historian's record.
As for the facts, of course he knew it, but he couldn't say it - among the people present, there was someone who could, but it was a pity that it wasn't him.
Seeing that he was not going to say anything, the person who could speak said it himself:
"In fact, Mr. Wu An has never thought of rebellion."
Ying Zheng narrated without emotion, "He himself knows it, the late King Zhaoxiang knows it, the civil and military ministers, the people of the world, and even future generations know it!"
"His crime is not rebellion, but...he is guilty!"
"In the whole world, everything is the land of the king; on the shore of the land, there is nothing but the king's ministers!"
"As a royal minister, he has the ability to rebel. This is his crime!"
In a nutshell - great achievements shock the master, and it is his fault to possess the jade.
To put it bluntly, when you have the ability to rebel and the king thinks that you want to rebel, then you are rebelling.
Or you can also follow the pre-Qin feudal moderator's principle of unifying objectiveness - objectively you have the ability to commit crimes, and subjectively people think you have this idea. If the subjective and objective are unified, you have committed a crime. (It's pure nonsense, don't care)
Everything that happened to Bai Qi could be applied to Fusu exactly as it was.
This is also the reason why Fusu cannot take the initiative to mention the truth about Wu'an Jun Bai Qi's death.
Ying Zheng stopped, looked at his eldest son again, and said sternly:
"As my eldest son, you have been burdened with such sins from the first day you were born!"
Fusu remained silent, bending over, lowering his head, looking blankly at the ground, without making any response.
He couldn't respond, just like before Bai Qi died, he could only accept his fate and say that he was guilty of God.
Ying Zheng didn't pay attention to the eldest son's silence and continued:
"Being born in the Emperor's Garden is an inherent sin, and no one can be exempted from it."
"Facts have proved that the decision of the late King Zhaoxiang may have been a mistake."
Ying Zheng's cold tone finally had some ups and downs, with a touch of emotion, "But who can really understand whether this is right or wrong before making a decision?"
"Power is poison. Once there is a crack in the container, the poison will spread."
"Perhaps...the poison has begun to spread, and you are just a victim."
Fusu finally raised his head and looked at Ying Zheng with hope in his eyes.
Although he will not be intimidated by a rumor now, if possible, he would rather his father choose to actively believe in his son.
Unfortunately, Ying Zheng did not give any more response to Fusu's hope, and just looked at him indifferently.
He said that Fusu might be a victim of the spread of toxins, but there was another possibility that he did not mention - Fusu was the leader of the spread of toxins.
As an emperor, Ying Zheng sometimes has to consider all possibilities.
He can be extra tolerant to people like Zhao Gao, because everything about Zhao Gao depends on the imperial power. As long as he says a word, the high-ranking Zhongche Mansion Order will fall into the dust, and it will be worse than a pig or a dog.
But Fusu was different. He was the eldest son of the emperor, the eldest son of the emperor with power and status.
For him, an emperor who longs for immortality, perhaps...his son is the person who poses the greatest threat to him.
Fusu, who couldn't get any more response, could only thank his gratitude and said:
"The father has learned clearly, but the sons and ministers are frightened."
Ying Zheng did not say any more about the rumors. He turned his back to Fusu and ordered in a deep voice:
"You're tired from the journey, so go down and rest first."
"Prepare carefully for the upcoming Spring Festival."
"Thank you, father, I will take my leave." Fusu saluted and accepted the order, bowing step by step and exiting the hall.
Before he left, Ying Zheng said one last sentence:
"This time, don't let me down!"
Once again, Ying Zheng did not use the title "I" to refer to himself.
………………
Looking at the big muscular man in front of him, Han Xin asked calmly:
"You still won't leave?"
Sledgehammer said nothing, folded his arms, and looked at Han Xin with a critical eye, who seemed to him to have a weak kidney.
"Because we still have something to ask you."
Gao Jianli emerged from behind Han Xin and answered his question.
Han Xin turned his head slightly and glanced sideways at him, then replied without any hesitation:
"I've helped you out twice. This doesn't sound like a thank you."
Of course Gao Jianli's attitude was not very good.
Although Han Xin had helped them, his conversation with Zhong Limei also made Gao Jianli and others suspect that he had something to do with the imperial military, and was even one of them...but he was not wearing armor at the moment.
Gao Jianli asked with the same tone:
"Why do you want to help us?"
"I'm just helping myself... Can you accept this answer?" Han Xin replied.
Gao Jianli frowned and continued to ask, "Who are you?"
"Now..." Han Xin thought for a moment and replied, "It should be a mercenary."
"Ah?" Big Iron Hammer scratched his head in confusion.
What answer is this?
However, Han Xin did not intend to talk to them any more and said to Big Hammer, "Please give way."
The big hammer remained motionless, looking towards Gao Jianli behind him.
Gao Jianli thought for a moment and asked, "May I ask your name?"
"You will know later." Han Xin replied vaguely and perfunctorily.
