Ying Zheng finished approving all the memorials for today and was about to go to the palace to rest. He suddenly said to the person who was packing his things: "Meng Yi, in your opinion, will Fusu continue to come to me tomorrow and ask me to let Fu Su go?"
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Meng Yi of the Meng family is the most senior minister around Ying Zheng, and he is still the person closest to the emperor in the empire.
After hearing Ying Zheng's question, Meng Yi paused in packing up the documents and said in denial: "Yi thought the eldest son would not come."
"How can I see it?"
"Because the eldest son will never disobey His Majesty."
"Ah."
Ying Zheng let out a chuckle, put his hands on his waist, and took a deep breath, "He doesn't dare to disobey, but he will definitely come to me again and again in the name of admonition. Huh, he is not doing his job properly."
"Your Majesty, the eldest son's remarks are not without insight. Why do you say that he is not doing his job properly?"
"Meng Yi, what do you think it takes to be a king?"
Meng Yi quickly lowered his head and said with a wry smile: "Your Majesty, Yi really doesn't know about this problem."
"Haha." Ying Zheng smiled, pointed at him with his hand, and shook his head, "What's so scary about you, alas~"
"As for me, anyone who achieves great things must first know what they want, take the initiative to fight for it, and know how to fight for it. I became the King of Qin at the age of fourteen, but it was not until eight years later that I took over the power.
In the past eight years, Lu Buwei, I called you "Father-in-law" was correct. His life and death were all building my heart as a king."
It has been twenty years since Lu Buwei died, and the right and wrong of the past has long been meaningless. Looking back now, he fully deserves the title of "Father-in-Chief" from the First Emperor.
Whether passively or actively, the first emperor in Chinese history took over power from Lu Buwei and then unified the world.
"It's a pity that Fusu doesn't have such a Lu Buwei."
Ying Zheng closed his eyes and let out a breath that sounded like a sigh but not a sigh, which was particularly deep.
Meng Yi stood respectfully, motionless. He had realized that he might have heard an incredible secret today.
His Majesty the Emperor intended to cultivate Prince Fusu's royal heart, but it seems that His Majesty was a little disappointed.
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Early the next morning, Ying Zheng, dressed in white uniform, was practicing his sword skills. Suddenly, he heard a servant coming to report, "Your Majesty, the eldest son, Fu Su, wants to see you."
"snort."
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, casually planted his sword on the grass, waved his hand and said, "Let him in."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Father, my son and I pay homage to our father."
Fusu quickly approached, knelt down on one knee and saluted, his voice loud and sonorous.
His mental outlook actually surprised Ying Zheng.
"Tell me, what's the matter with you?"
"My son wants to open a palace in Xianyang to relieve his father's worries."
"Um?"
Ying Zheng's expression suddenly changed, he turned his back, grabbed the sword from the ground, and walked away, "Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to cultivate yourself and your family? Why did you change your statement today?"
"Father, my son went back and reflected for a long time, and suddenly he realized that Yan Lu had conspired against him, and his identity was shocking. Mr. Fu Nian, as his senior brother, could not escape the blame.
The Central Academy is the pillar of the Qin Dynasty, and it cannot be without a dean for a long time. The son thought that he could relieve his father's worries, appease the Confucian scholars, and stabilize the Central Academy. Before his father appointed and removed the next dean,
Manage this transition period."
The sword wind roared, dragons and snakes danced, Ying Zheng wielded a set of sword moves, and he was doing it smoothly, as if he was not listening to Fusu's words at all.
"Father, son and minister——"
"I understand."
Ying Zheng stood with his arms crossed, still facing Fusu, "Comfort, stabilize, how do you plan to act."
Fusu's eyes shone brightly, and he couldn't help the smile on his face, "Go back to my father, I have such a plan."
Just when Fusu was actively stating his plan, Zhao Gao suddenly arrived.
"Your Majesty, Zhao Gao, the commander of Luowen, would like to see you."
Ying Zheng waved his hand to stop Fu Su, with a serious look on his face, "Luo Wang, at this time, move forward quickly."
"yes."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's hateful, Your Majesty."
Zhao Gao jogged all the way here and stood respectfully, his empty right sleeve still shaking.
"Your Majesty, since the incident of Yan Lu's rebellion, the emperor immediately sent out a trap to closely monitor all Confucian scholars. Just last night, Dr. Chun Yuyue and Dr. Shusun Tong were dissatisfied with Your Majesty's treatment of Fu Nian and even made unreasonable criticisms.
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"Your Majesty, this is the conversation between the two of them recorded by the secret agent." As he said that, he took advantage of a file.
Ying Zheng opened the file, and after reading only a little bit, his brows furrowed with anger, and the murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger.
Wow~
He threw the file to the ground and ordered: "How dare you mention Feng Chan as a mere rotten scholar? Zhao Gao, put Chun Yuyue and Shusun Tong in prison, and wait for me to return from Taishan to discuss the crimes and punish them."
"Yes, Your Majesty, Gao will go and order the net to catch the person."
Zhao Gao was about to retreat after receiving the order. He glanced at Fusu who was still kneeling and felt proud:
Those two idiots dare to say that without Confucianism presiding over the ceremony of enshrining Zen, the empire would not be recognized by heaven and would not be able to inherit the rule of Emperor Zhou. Hehehehe, even gods can't save you Confucianism now.
Fusu didn't know yet what outrageous words Chun Yuyue and Shusun Tong said. But when he saw that Ying Zheng was so angry that he even threw the two doctors directly into prison, his old habit relapsed, and he couldn't help but remonstrated: "
Father, please calm down, it is a taboo to be convicted for your words. Even if the words of the two doctors are suspected of violating the laws of the Qin Dynasty, they should be tried by the Tingwei Mansion before the crime is tried. You must not directly arrest people and put them in jail, father.
Emperor."
Zhao Gao raised the corner of his mouth secretly, and stopped with a troubled expression on his face, "This, Your Majesty, Zhao Gao..."
Ying Zheng was already furious, and Fusu added fuel to the fire. He suddenly lost control and kicked the files flying to the ground.
"A woman's benevolence, without thinking, is why you still want to open a mansion in Xianyang. Share my worries, share my worries. You leave Xianyang to share my biggest worries."
"Come here, tell me my will. Young Master Fusu, with a patriotic heart, will go to the north to practice. Without my will, you will not be allowed to return to Xianyang."
"Father? Son?"
Bang~
The long sword was stuck on the ground, still shaking.
Ying Zheng had already left without giving Fusu any chance to defend himself.
Fusu knelt on the ground, his eyes dull. His father had just promised to open a palace for him, so why did he suddenly become furious and even wanted to drive him out of Xianyang?
It is indeed a taboo to be punished for speaking out.
Confucian scholars were suspected of violating the law. Without a trial in the Tingwei Mansion, they were immediately arrested and imprisoned. This in itself was a violation of the laws of the Qin Dynasty.
In this period, if the emperor behaves like this, it will put everyone in the government and the public at risk. Is it wrong to remonstrate with him?
Fusu had countless miserable thoughts in his heart. He mustered up all his strength and punched the ground with his fist.
The bones collide, and the pain reaches the heart.
He gritted his teeth, held back the fog in his eyes, and slowly got up, "My son, please leave."
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Fusu suffered such a blow that his soul was almost lost. He maintained a look of dementia and left Xianyang Palace step by step.
Meng Yi witnessed the lost look of the eldest son, and felt sour in his heart but could not say anything. In the end, he could only watch from a distance and let out a helpless sigh.