"If I guess correctly, it should be a dragnet controlled by Zhao Gao."
Tang Xuanming narrowed his eyes, thinking of the news obtained through the Mo family's secret channels.
Eighteen days later, Prince Fusu hosted a banquet for Li Si at Haiyue Xiaozhu.
The famous dish of Haiyue Xiaozhu is shark fin cooked with bear paws.
As long as he has this piece of information, the killer will naturally be able to replace Haiyue Xiaozhu's chefs and servants in advance.
By that time, it would be easy to assassinate Li Si or Prince Fusu.
Naturally, it was impossible for the dragnet to assassinate Li Si, and when Qin Shihuang was on the throne, no one dared to kill Fusu, making this emperor of all ages crazy.
This assassination is, after all, just a game of power.
It's just a trick to divert disaster to the east.
"Dragnet! What do they want to do?"
Robber Zhi was puzzled, but Fatty Ding narrowed his eyes. He knew the special nature of Haiyue Xiaozhu, and knew that in eighteen days, Young Master Fusu would entertain Li Si there, so the assassin's target would naturally be revealed.
"Li Si wants to kill Fusu?"
Thinking of this conjecture, the fat man couldn't help but tremble all over, feeling the horror of power struggle.
The most valued prime minister in the empire and the heir to the most powerful unified dynasty in thousands of years have actually reached the point where they are facing each other life and death. It is terrifying to think about it.
Tang Xuanming saw what the fat man was thinking, shook his head and said: "Fusu will not die at this time, Fusu will only die behind Ying Zheng. This is just a trick to divert disaster to the east."
"A trick? You spend so much effort and use assassins who can infiltrate some of the highest-ranking people in the empire just to play such a trick."
Master Ben's gray beard was trembling, and he couldn't understand why such a thing happened.
"This trick involves the fate of many people."
Tang Xuanming's words are profound.
Master Ban was horrified and said: "Could it be that they want to put the blame on our Mo family? Let Qin's attention focus on us again?"
"Li Si and the others are really vicious."
Sledgehammer was indignant and more horrified. He never understood this kind of struggle between courts and only found it terrifying.
"This is a very good trick. For Li Si, it is a good thing to kill three eagles with one sword."
"Can you help us clear up my doubts?"
Fatty Ding still didn't understand. He wanted to hear Tang Xuanming's detailed explanation. There were some points that he still couldn't figure out.
Looking at the confused looks of class master Gao Jianli and others, Tang Xuanming said calmly: "Fat Ding's identity has not been exposed. He is not from the Mo family now."
"You mean..."
Fatty Ding suddenly realized.
"What did you say? I still don't understand! Can you please stop being dumb?"
Sledgehammer scratched his head and felt a headache. Although he was extremely powerful, he was not smart.
Gao Jianli calmly analyzed: "Li Si wants to bring trouble to Confucianism."
"Confucianism? Why is it related to Confucianism again?"
Sledgehammer stared at him with eyes bigger than bull's eyes, becoming more and more confused.
"Because I am the exclusive chef of Confucianism and I provide all Confucian meals. I am a Confucian in name. Zhang Liang occasionally goes in and out of my inn. In the eyes of caring people, I belong to Confucianism."
of."
Fatty Ding explained and breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought his identity had been exposed before, but his identity as a Confucian disciple was discovered by a dragnet.
Tang Xuanming looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across his mind, and he exclaimed in surprise: "The Dragnet knows my identity, and this is their second target."
Looking at Tang Xuanming's approving eyes, he suddenly thought through a lot and spoke faster and faster: "I have a dual identity. One is a chef dedicated to Confucianism and is inseparable from Confucianism. The other is a disciple of Mohism."
, as long as I participate in the assassination of Young Master Fusu."
"Whether it is intentional or not, no one can escape the subsequent search by the Imperial Secret Guard. The Mohists and Confucians seem to be colluding and jointly planning this incident. No one can escape this whirlpool."
"You are very smart, and your brain is as good as your cooking skills."
Tang Xuanming was generous with his praise, but the Mohist leaders present were not happy.
The Mohist family was already in extreme danger and was on the verge of destruction, and to suddenly get involved in such an incident was a disaster.
"What about the third purpose?"
Master Ban asked.
"The third purpose..."
Tang Xuanming's lips curved into a cruel arc, and he said coldly: "Of course it's a rehearsal."
"Preview? What is the preview?"
"Preview how to kill Young Master Fusu!"
Tang Xuanming narrowed his eyes and looked at the General's Mansion, where the confirmed future heir to the empire was currently living.
According to historical records, in 210 BC, Qin Shihuang died of illness during a tour. The CRRC ordered Zhao Gao and the Prime Minister to forge edicts to support Hu Hai's ascension to the throne, and Fu Su committed suicide.
Fusu committed suicide. Regarding the future heir to the empire, history books only gave these six simple words. However, how much heartache, blood and tears it contains, only the person involved knows.
Tang Xuanming didn't say much on this, but everyone was already keenly aware of something. Gai Nie, who once served as the chief of guards for Qin Shihuang, knew more and had a more detailed understanding of such palace secrets.
But when Tang Xuanming made his debut, he chose to be taciturn and would not steal Tang Xuanming's limelight.
This man was once the most glorious person in the world. He was called the Sword Saint by the people in the world. He became the first guard of Qin Shihuang in the temple. His knowledge and talent were among the best in the world. He no longer needed too much recognition from others.
Although he recognized it, he didn't even bother to steal Tang Xuanming's limelight.
Without Duan Murong to treat him, and without the incestuous relationship with the Mo family, if Tang Xuanming hadn't promised to cure Tianming and break Tianming's sleeping curse, he would have left with the child long ago.
"Then what should I do? Shouldn't I serve him a plate of shark fins and bear paws?"
"No, why not do it for them? You have to do it, and you have to do it well."
"Why? Isn't this a trap for Mohism and Confucianism?"
Fatty Ding couldn't understand.
"Even if this incident hadn't happened, Li Si would have thought of another thing. Confucianism has become the representative of scholars in the world. After all, there is no way to avoid this sword. It is also a sword to extend one's head, and it is also a sword to shrink one's head. Instead of doing this, it is better to face it head-on."
"We already know the enemy's trump card in advance, which is more beneficial to us."
There is a deeper meaning that Tang Xuanming did not say. The smart people present can naturally understand it, but those who are not smart enough can just take it literally.
When Confucianism is at its peak, although it is bound to be struck by a sword, there is still something to be learned about how it is struck.
Based on the character of Prince Fusu, Confucianism has many ways to avoid falling into this dilemma.
But when a special character named Fatty Ding entered the scene, everything became weird and bizarre.
He is a Confucian figure and a Mohist figure. In the eyes of the people above, it is Mohism and Confucianism joining forces.
No matter how many mouths the people below open their mouths, once doubt arises in the minds of those above them, there is no way to justify it.
Just like Wu'an Jun Bai Qi's death, there were countless doubts in it. He had countless chances to live, but there was only one thing that made him die unexpectedly.
Everyone knew that he would not rebel, Ying Zheng knew it, and Ying Zheng's predecessor, the Emperor of Qin, also knew it. But regardless of whether Lord Wu An would rebel, as long as he had that ability, the empire would not be able to tolerate him.
The same is true for Confucianism. If he can control the people and scholars in the world, he will control the mouthpiece of the world.
No emperor can endure this, it is a recipe for death.
It is widely spread throughout the world that chivalrous people use force to break the ban, but the last sentence has been ignored intentionally or unintentionally, but the young master Fusu will not forget it, and neither will Yingzheng.