Chapter 488 How dare Your Majesty insult us like this?
Ying Zheng obviously did not expect that his eldest son would ask this question, and he was lost in thought for a long time while holding the empty teacup.
If his eldest son hadn't asked him about it, he really wouldn't have thought about this issue.
He was the one who made his younger brother the king, but his words and actions these days were not what he wanted. That Zhuzi didn't seem to change after becoming the king, he was still so naive.
On the day of the wax sacrifice, if Gui Guzi hadn't stopped him from doing so, he would have really wanted to live a second life.
To regret or not to regret.
The two-word answer made the emperor frown, and he was even more confused than the night when Wang Jian led an army of 600,000 to attack Chu.
Finally, he sighed inwardly.
In just over a month, what can be seen? He will have to look at it for a while before he can give an answer.
In the first month of Shang Yang's reform, it caused riots among the nobles of the Qin State. If Qin Xiaogong had stopped the reform due to temporary chaos, how could the Qin Empire still exist today?
Time will give all the answers, just wait and see!
"It's too early to say this now.
"I won't regret it until at least two years later. It's just..."
Ying Zheng felt a little sad and smiled bitterly in front of his eldest son for the first time.
The Prince of Da Qin did not feel that his father had fallen from the altar and lost his majesty. He only felt that his father was getting closer to him.
He slowed down his tone, hoping to make his father relax, and said softly:
"Just what?"
"It's just that judging from what your uncle is doing now, it seems that he will not be able to serve as the second emperor of Qin for two years before you become the third emperor of Qin."
Ying Fusu took the tea cup from his father's hand and placed it on the table.
"Fusu thinks so too.
"My uncle acted rebelliously and did not do anything for others, which caused dissatisfaction in Xianyang. My son received more letters of surrender than the heavy snowfall in Yongcheng.
"That's why Fusu thought that my father's appearance at this time was the wish of the people and my uncle. My father is willing to serve in politics but my uncle is unwilling to manage affairs. Why should each of them do something they don't want to do and both of them hate each other."
Ying Fusu came back secretly to see his father and invited his uncle to come to Yongcheng with him, but his uncle refused.
His uncle told him that it was okay to meet his eldest nephew, but that his son-in-law father of yours was spared. I don’t know him, but who is Ying Zheng?
If it hadn't been for such a trip, Ying Fusu wouldn't have known that the two brothers were now so conflicted that they no longer saw each other.
"So you are still young, just like a sprout that has just grown. You only know that the soil contains nutrients, but you don't know that there is more power in it. What is the temperature of this house?"
Ying Fusu, who was wearing only a single shirt, pointed to the fur that had long been taken off on the ground.
"This is enough to explain."
Ying Zheng was deeply bitter.
"In the past, only Xianyang Palace, Chang'an Junfu, Mengfu and other high-ranking households could enjoy such warmth in winter, not afraid of the cold wind, drinking wine and enjoying the snow. Your uncle was in power, and all the counties in Guanzhong were protected from the north wind overnight.
outside.
"Last year, he only distributed it in Xianyang. He told me that there was not much briquettes, not enough for military use, and difficult to store. Thinking that this was the case, I obeyed him, and he went door to door to deliver it to the head of Guizhou.
"But now you have also seen that there are so many of them, almost endless, why can't they be used for military purposes? Did you know that those disciples of the Mohist family have already developed flying objects that can be powered by flames?"
Some of the excited words stopped, like a raging flood encountering a dam built by nine-day soil.
"Father?"
Ying Fusu didn't know why his father hesitated to speak.
"I can't tell you this, you are not the king yet."
Ying Zheng struggled for a moment and said calmly:
"Just remember that your uncle's wish is to expand the briquettes in Guanzhong. If you were still the father and the emperor, this matter would never happen.
"Just wait and see, the Qin Kingdom before you came to power will not be quiet. Your uncle has many things to do, so many things that the world will be dazzled and overwhelmed."
Is there anything else in Qin that I, the prince, cannot know?
Ying Fusu was still immersed in the concealed surprise.
Since he went to the northwest, the First Emperor would give all the sealed bamboo slips in the Qin Empire to him if he wanted them.
His right to know is infinitely equal to that of the First Emperor. He, the Prince of Qin, is the most powerful among the princes of Qin in the past.
He thought that the Qin State had long been like a naked beauty in a tower, unprotected against him.
Only today did he realize that the beauty still had reservations.
"Fusu thought otherwise."
The prince did not ask further questions. He knew that since his father had said that he could not tell me, he would definitely not say it. He suppressed the strange thoughts in his heart and shook his head.
"If my uncle really wanted to make it big, he wouldn't have asked me to go south. Maybe my father doesn't know that Fusu's trip was ordered by my uncle to prove his reputation for being narrow-minded."
Ying Zheng was not angry because his son shook his head, but was pleased that Ying Fusu could think independently and strengthen his faith.
A qualified king does not have to be top-notch in intelligence, because there are countless capable ministers who will provide the king with ideas.
However, you must have your own opinions and strong judgment.
Among the countless paths given by the ministers, I was able to find the one most suitable for the growth of the Qin Empire.
"In the past, Zhang Yi, the prime minister, was so powerful that he proposed in the court to take over the Zhou Dynasty and command the world in the name of kingship. Sima Cuo, a little-known man, proposed that Bashu should be taken over and occupied the Kingdom of Abundance, which had no money for food and grass. Many courtiers praised Zhang Yi's ideas and supported Sima
Very few people are wrong.
"However, King Hui was not blinded by Zhang Yi's reputation and achievements, and he knew that a strong country is the last word. Zhou has the name of emperor, do the princes really regard him as emperor? Qin took Zhou and replaced him. The best result is that he has a false name.
That’s all.
"In the past, you had a soft ear and believed whatever others said. You would not think about the matter itself. I have always been worried that you would stand up for those ministers who are like wolves and tigers. Now, I am not worried anymore. Qin
The more you think, the less you will make mistakes.
"Your judgment of your uncle is based on what you know. It's not surprising to think so. It's the same as a father. As a father, there are some things that I can't tell you, but although no one informed me of your trip, I
I knew this was going to happen to you when your uncle didn't want you to come back."
Ying Fusu sat upright and said sincerely:
"What my son said was based on consultation with Han Zi and other ministers. It is not the thought of one person. My son really doesn't know where he went wrong. Please enlighten me and tell me what you can tell me."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Although Han Fei is a royal family, it is difficult for a small country to be grand. This is a problem of the Korean royal family and not his own fault. You first have to deal with being a father.
Tell me, why do you think your uncle wants you to attend the funeral?"
"Although my uncle's succession to the throne is absolutely right, the cause of my father's death is too strange, and with the prince Fusu still around, some people will be suspicious no matter what. In other people's eyes, my uncle doesn't want me to go back to the capital to attend the funeral, because he is afraid.
I took this reason to lead the northwest army south and seize the throne. The letter written by Han Zi spread throughout Xianyang, which is the best proof that what we thought was correct. My uncle did it intentionally and wanted to establish a virtuous name for me.
He said that he came back alone, but as an emperor, he still refused. The words "cowardly and narrow-minded" cannot escape. My uncle still wants me."
Ying Zheng spoke softly and cut it off.
"Your uncle wants to stop you a hundred miles away from Yongcheng to add another fire to the already hot Qin Dynasty."
"Is this a conspiracy between my father and my uncle?"
Ying Fusu was a little surprised today.
He remembered clearly that at the end of his uncle's letter to him, there were clearly written the words "Burn after reading, only you and I know", so he thought that his father didn't know about it before.
"Your uncle has not even met me, how could he conspire with me? It's just that I know a lot about your uncle. Cooking oil in a fire is a habit of your uncle. He will go all the way south in order to save a few lives.
Arrogant and domineering. He will also sacrifice his reputation just to kill more people.
"From the beginning to the end, the people who deserve to be killed in your uncle's eyes are not the same people as the people who deserve to be killed in my eyes. In terms of brutal methods, your uncle is ten times more brutal than his father. Those ministers who drowned in Xianyang Prison were not guilty of their words.
It was clearly a small matter such as killing a few Guizhou leaders and occupying some fertile farmland.
"I have known these things for a long time. Before the tower was demolished, I knew 99% of the secrets about the noble men in Xianyang. But I don't care. As long as they can do their job well, their contribution to the Qin Dynasty will be greater than theirs.
What he did was wrong. Your uncle, hehe, he wanted to kill them all.
"What your uncle wants to do is to benefit the people and harm the nobility. The conflict between him and the nobility is irreconcilable. It is thousands of times more cruel than what Shang Yang did at the beginning. He will use his likes and dislikes to start a complete battle.
A thorough cleansing. What is handed over to you is a Qin country that I want to see but dare not see."
Come to think of it, the blueprint that Ying Chengyu drew for him is really beautiful.
He didn't dare to look at it because he couldn't believe that his little brother could really succeed.
This world has been the world of nobles since ancient times!
Is it possible to destroy all nobles?
Ying Fusu swallowed.
"Then uncle has been sitting on the throne. Isn't it okay? Why do you have to push me up? Uncle is afraid of the backlash from the nobles? Didn't my father say that I want to kill him all?"
Ying Zheng sneered.
"That Zhuzi was originally afraid, but I forced him to the throne. It's useless for him to be afraid! He can only go all the way, unless he gives up his dream. As for why you have to come up, hehe, he is lazy
Ah. After he has done what he wants to do, why would he want to stay on the throne?"
"Han Zi said that my uncle's campaign to create momentum for me was to leave a way out. If the trouble could not end, and the people of Qin would be scattered, I could show up and take over the throne to turn the tide."
"Whether you have a way out or you are lazy, it doesn't matter. There is only one result. Look, your uncle has just started this scene..."
The Prince of Da Qin led hundreds of horses south from Shangjun, but was stopped in the county seat a hundred miles away from Yongcheng.
The man who intercepted him was sitting on his horse, acting like a ruffian rather than a leader. He was none other than Liu Bang, who had publicly insulted the prince.
Even this fine iron armor could not conceal his rogue appearance. Ying Cheng, the newly promoted General of Qin, rode forward and sneered:
"The prince and dogs are not allowed to enter the country."
The prince of Qin Dynasty, Ying Fusu, was so filled with hatred that he advanced with his spear raised.
Fortunately, he was stopped by his own soldiers and carried back to the camp.
The soldiers could clearly see that the 10,000 men and horses on the opposite side were all filled with murderous intent, and the hands holding their swords were clenched tightly.
This is the look of someone who wants to fight as ordered.
"Little Liu Bang! Are you going to kill the prince?"
The soldiers shouted fiercely at Liu Bang who was charging forward on horseback. The sound was so loud that it could be heard in the county seat and the capital of Guizhou within two miles of the city gate.
Liu Bang reined in his horse angrily and watched Baiqi heading northwest towards Juechen.
When the prince went south and turned back halfway, he was assassinated dozens of times.
Soon, the news spread to Xianyang, and the court was shaken.
Although the person who did this was General Liu Bang, without His Majesty's permission, how could Liu Bang lead 10,000 people when it was not a time of war?
They lived in dire straits in Xianyang. They were afraid of being suddenly caught and drowned in Xianyang Prison. They always hoped that the benevolent and righteous prince could bring order to the chaos.
And now, their only hope was almost silenced by the vicious Qin II!
You don't want to put down the rebellion of the six countries, think about putting down the prince, and secure your position as emperor. If you drown us in this way, no one will speak out for us, right?
The ministers were anxious.
On December 13th, the morning meeting, which had not been held for more than a month, was held.
This was the first time that the Qin State had to convene a large court meeting because all ministers jointly submitted a petition.
Every previous great court meeting was convened by the King of Qin on his own initiative.
The ministers got up early in the morning, rushed to Xianyang Palace in the dark before dawn, and entered Xianyang Palace.
They waited and waited, and almost an hour passed, but Ying Chengyu was still nowhere to be seen on the throne.
They came out at five o'clock in the morning with their chests pressed against their backs from hunger. The charcoal in the Xianyang Hall was not lit for some reason, and only the candles kept burning.
They were cold, hungry, and extremely uncomfortable.
But they gritted their teeth and did not complain. They knew that this must be the intention of the ruthless Qin II, just to make them retreat in spite of difficulties.
But they have no retreat.
If they don't speak up for the prince today, who will speak up for them in the future?
The sun was shining brightly, and many of Qin's ministers were feeling hungry and confused. Only then did Qin II arrive late, yawning.
Sitting on the throne, Ying Chenglong, not wearing a royal crown, but wrapped in a snow-white fox suit and fur, had disheveled hair and looked like he had just woken up.
"Last night, I corrected the memorials of the princes until Yinshi. I took a short break and then came to the court meeting. Wouldn't you blame me? I don't think you can blame me for this. Who asked the princes to have too many memorials?"
Most of the ministers got up at the Yin time, and at this time they all felt itchy with hatred.
Most of their recent memorials have been in reference to Liu Bang, or to express their grievances for the ministers who died in vain, or to submit their resignations, or to invite a court meeting.
Which Qin king would despise too many memorials? How could the Qin State, which had experienced many famous emperors fall out of the country, be so arrogant?
Have you approved one of the memorials? All the imperial seals passed down to the state have been sent to Jiang Shang!
You don’t want us to talk, it’s impossible!
"Why is it so cold in this palace? Why is no one adding charcoal to the princes?"
Ying Chenglong roared.
The eunuch standing beside him bowed.
"Back to Your Majesty, the charcoal has been used up."
Ying Chengyu slapped his forehead.
"Oh yes, I am so busy worrying about national affairs that I forgot about this matter. Don't be angry, gentlemen. I don't have charcoal when I go to bed. I wake up with sniffles every day."
An old minister stood up tremblingly, his face was ashen, and he pointed at Ying Chenglong tremblingly.
"How dare Your Majesty insult us like this? Every household in Xianyang has briquettes and every household is warm. There is no charcoal in the palace, so don't you even have briquettes?"
Ying Chengqiao chuckled, but the eunuch beside him only felt cold.
"How can I use such lowly things as briquettes for the noble princes to use? How can those Guizhou chiefs be compared with the princes?"