Numerous thoughts flashed through his mind, and Lu Buwei’s gloomy old face kept changing, and he finally chose to ignore the questions about Ying Zheng for the time being.
Now, he has no way to deal with Ying Zheng. All he can do is restrict the other party's power, and now everything that can be restricted has been restricted.
You can't forcibly assassinate the king in the capital of the country. Not to mention the consequences, the success rate is ridiculously low!
"What has Lao Ai done recently?" Putting aside Ying Zheng, Lu Buwei was most concerned about the King of Wheels, so he asked instead.
"He recruited people aggressively in Yongdi and expanded his private army."
Lu Buwei nodded slowly. This was an expected situation. Lao Ai's intention to rebel and usurp power was already obvious at this time. The first thing to do was to expand the military strength.
"Do you know how many troops he has?"
"My subordinates haven't found out clearly yet, but... there are at least three thousand people."
"Three thousand...three thousand...should be enough." Lu Buwei muttered and repeated the number.
Three thousand people is already a lot. It is impossible for Yingzheng to be crowned with a large number of troops. At most, there will only be a guard of more than a thousand people. Of course, the offensive and defensive forces are not the same. One thousand can defend thousands, especially Ying.
The combat effectiveness of Zheng's imperial guards is definitely more than one level better than the messy private soldiers recruited by Lao Ai.
But one thousand is different from tens of thousands.
Lao Ai has three thousand private soldiers, and also has at least thousands of servants and patrons. They can also be used as soldiers, but their combat effectiveness is even lower.
The most important thing is that today's Neishi (the people who manage the capital, the Qin Dynasty called the area around Xianyang the Neishi area) and the Weiwei (the people in charge of the palace guards) are both from Lao Ai. As long as the Queen Mother Zhao can
With Ji's instructions, the local army in the Gyeonggi area and the Yongcheng garrison can be easily mobilized, which can number tens of thousands.
As a result, Lao Aiming's success rate is not low.
Of course, Lu Buwei also knows very well that the book figures are the book figures, and the actual situation is the actual situation. Who will win depends on their own methods.
It's a pity that he, the Prime Minister, who should be the core figure in this power struggle, is completely suppressed and can't do anything.
He could neither further target Ying Zheng, nor help Lao Ai - if Lao Ai succeeded, Lu Buwei would have to eliminate him, and he certainly couldn't have colluded with him, otherwise he would be over if the other party exposed him.
"Go down, mobilize all hands, and keep an eye on the man in the palace."
Lu Buwei closed his eyes and waved his right hand, signaling to his subordinates who were kneeling on the ground that they could leave.
Now that Lao Ai's power is sufficient, Lu Buwei cannot provide any substantial help. The only thing he can do is to keep an eye on Ying Zheng to prevent him from having any unknown secrets.
If the situation is not right, Lu Buwei must do something even if he takes some risks.
As long as Lao Ai can deal with Ying Zheng, Lu Xiangguo can rest easy.
As for how to deal with Lao Ai in the future?
As for that idiot, isn't that how to deal with it?
Flatten or round, it all just takes a thought!
Speaking of which, Lu Buwei was also very confused. If Lao Ai could come up with the stupid idea of killing Ying Zheng and helping his son to rise to power, he was not surprised. It's not like he didn't understand that reckless fool. He just relied on these two crotch
Two... maybe more than two ounces of meat are on the upper body, all the blood is concentrated in the lower body, and the brain is just to put together a display with complete limbs.
But Zhao Ji shouldn’t be so stupid!
Lu Buwei understands that woman's methods.
After the death of King Zhuang Xiang, a young new king came to the throne with no power. Zhao Ji was able to overcome the prying eyes of other royal families and firmly hold the regent power. Even the Queen Mother Huayang had to shun her, and she could even be regarded as an orphan.
The minister himself has to obey her wishes in order to be able to control the court stably. Would such a woman be a fool?
If she were a fool, she wouldn't have been able to climb into the back seat as a concubine given to her by a businessman.
So what did she think?
Chaotic and complex thoughts were violently stirring in Lu Buwei's mind. He could see many things clearly, but he could not see many things clearly. However, the only thing he could be sure of was that he had indeed reached the edge of the cliff. As long as he could
If you take the wrong step when walking, you will be doomed.
Sitting in the empty inner hall, Lu Buwei couldn't help but let out a long sigh:
"Alas..."
He had been planning for tens of years, rising from a merchant to the most powerful Prime Minister of the Qin Kingdom among the seven kingdoms, ruling the country on behalf of the king, and being unparalleled in the limelight. His reputation as a rare commodity was unknown to many people in the world... However, after decades of planning, suddenly,
It’s the end of the road!
Decades!
Along with this long sigh, Lu Buwei's face, which originally had old and dull skin but full of vitality, instantly collapsed and lost its former toughness and perseverance, making people unconsciously think that he had aged by more than ten years.<
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The next day, Gu Xun was still open for business, and business was still bleak. However, Haolai made a normal transaction and made a meager revenue.
Not much, just one Qin and a half Liang. Based on your purchasing power, you can buy several kilograms of corn.
Although it was open, Gu Xun did not take advantage of the situation to continue. Instead, he closed the store early. At about half an hour, he dressed lightly and without even an erhu, and headed in the direction of Xianyang Palace.
He wants to talk to Ying Zheng about something.
After crossing the Weishui Bridge, go along the street to the palace gate, display the token as usual, go in, and walk north.
On the way, Gu Xun met the eldest son Fusu by chance.
This child is still dressed as last time, wearing white clothes and a solemn expression.
After seeing Gu Xun, he was the first to say hello very politely:
"Fusu has met Mr. Gu."
Gu Xun was very happy when he saw the child. He smiled and said in return, "The eldest son is so polite."
Fusu stood upright and asked in a solemn tone: "Has the father summoned Mr. again?"
Gu Xun shook his head and said, "No, I have something to discuss with your father."
Fusu shook his head and had no intention of asking any more questions.
Even as a young master, it was not easy for him to pry into other people's affairs, especially those related to his father. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something he forgot to ask last time:
"Fusu would like to take the liberty to ask, which scholar is Mr. Wang from?"
"Uh..." Gu Xun was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it, he chose not to hide it and said frankly, "I am a doctor."
"A doctor?" A look of astonishment appeared on Fusu's little face. This answer was a bit beyond his expectation.
Although doctors are one of the hundred schools of thought, they have no ability to govern a country. What they are good at is curing diseases and saving people. Generally speaking, when you go to a doctor, you can not only see a doctor, but also ask about ways to maintain health.
But Fusu felt that his father was only twenty years old, so he shouldn't start researching health care early. But recently, he looked normal, not like he was sick...
"Sir, my father..." Fusu's face was full of confusion and worry, but he didn't know how to ask.
Logically speaking, no one should interfere with this kind of thing, including him, the young master.
