After coming out of the palace, Ying Chengyu led his horse slowly on the galloping road in the center of Xianyang.
This road is a dedicated road for horses and vehicular traffic, but pedestrians are not allowed to occupy it.
Once a pedestrian walks up, he will be arrested to build the Great Wall, the imperial palace, the imperial mausoleum...
If the pedestrian is a child, the child will not be penalized. But the adults in the family will be arrested to build the Great Wall, the imperial palace, the imperial mausoleum...
Pedestrians on the street stayed at least one foot away from the Chi Road, for fear of accidentally walking on it.
Their clothes are very similar, with coarse cloth clothes and trousers, as if they came from the same production line.
The color is mainly yellow-white caused by repeated cleaning, and almost no other colors can be seen.
Their faces were numb, they were walking in a hurry, and they didn't talk to each other. Everyone had a strong purpose.
Those who buy rice buy rice, those who buy noodles buy noodles, and those who buy cloth buy cloth. They all leave after buying, without stopping to talk.
There are not many shops on both sides of the road, mainly selling rice, noodles and cloth, with scattered butcher shops and restaurants.
There is not a single wine shop. The Qin people prohibit alcohol and are not allowed to brew or trade. If they are caught, they will be taken away to build the Great Wall, the palace, and the imperial mausoleum...
Ying Chengyu sighed, got on his horse, wrapped the reins twice with his left hand, and lightly kicked the horse's belly with his feet.
"shelf."
Da da da~
The horses' hooves beat on the stone slabs frequently. One person rides on the other, carrying the wind, leaving everything behind.
It was approaching noon, the time when there were the largest number of pedestrians on the street.
But at this time, Xianyang and the Qin people were a little bleak, a little mechanical, and a little harsh.
Xianyang is the capital of the Qin State. The capital is like this. All the cities, townships and villages in the Qin State are like this. The people of Qin are all like this.
"Shu Zi! Amnesty for all prisoners in the world! Can you speak to others?!"
Ying Cheng was furious.
He really didn't know what his nephew was thinking about every day.
"Come on, come on, tell me what you think. Do you think it's too easy for the emperor to unify the world? Do you want to make it more difficult for him? It's no fun to defeat the Six Kingdoms once. Do you want to do it again?"
Ying Fusu lowered his head, full of apologies, and said gently: "Uncle, please calm down. It's Fusu's fault that you let your uncle get so angry."
Ying Chengyu wanted to hit someone.
You keep asking me not to be angry, but tell me why you do what you do! Your advice to me is of no use!
"Where is my sword! Where is my sword? If I had a sword in my hand, I would chop you in the head! Are you telling the truth?"
Ying Fusu took off the sword from his waist, held it in both hands and handed it to Ying Chengyu.
"Uncle, Fusu has a sword."
"..."
Meng Tian, who had been watching the development of the situation, couldn't sit still and stood between the uncle and nephew.
"The eldest son is only for Confucianism, why do you do this!"
"Meng Tian, get out of the way!"
Ying Fusu drank lightly, looking slightly anxious.
"Filial piety comes first. Don't dare to disobey the orders of the elders. My uncle wants Fusu's life, so how can Fusu disobey it?"
"Confucianism?"
Ying Chengyu squinted his eyes and recited it again, laughed, and put his arms around Meng Tian's neck in a very affectionate manner.
"Meng Tian, what does Confucianism have to do with this? Did the eldest nephew's idea come up with Confucianism?"
With a push on the shoulder, Meng Tian broke away from Ying Chengyu's embrace. He didn't have a good impression of Ying Chengyu.
If it had been before Ying Chengyu went to the palace, he would have said next: "It would be better for you, Lord Chang'an, to stay away from me. I'm afraid I'll beat you if I can't help it!"
But now, Meng Tian resisted the discomfort in his heart and turned his head away from looking at Ying Fusu's face. His own face was also very ugly and he said: "Confucianism is confusing the law with literature! The eldest son's words in court are all thanks to Chun Yuyue. "
After Ying Chengxuan returned from the palace, although he did not bring back an order for Ying Fusu not to go to the county, he did bring back an order for Ying Fusu to go to court tomorrow.
According to Ying Zheng's original instructions, if he leaves for Shangjun today, he will naturally not be able to go to court tomorrow. This is also a disguised form of saving the country.
What the two prime ministers couldn't do, Ying Chengyu did it.
This made Meng Tian temporarily change his view of Ying Chengyu - the First Emperor was so kind to this shame!
Therefore, he was willing to tell Ying Chengyu some things.
He didn't think Ying Chengyu could change anything, he just hoped to use Ying Chengyu's mouth to spread the words to Ying Zheng's ears.
"shut up!"
Ying Fusu frowned tightly, and the voice he shouted was much louder than the previous one.
If you look carefully, you can still see a little anger in his eyes.
"How dare you call my teacher by his first name in front of me!"
In response to Ying Fusu's questioning, Meng Tian lowered his head to admit his mistake, while the smile on Ying Chengyu's face was a little playful.
Meng Tian is the same age as Ying Zheng and is Ying Fusu's elder according to their age.
Ying Fusu had always treated Meng Tian with courtesy, but he had never reprimanded him so harshly.
The eldest nephew used the teacher-student excuse to get angry this time, which was really too artificial, and there was something wrong with it.
"Tsk, tsk, you have such a big temper, get out of here."
Ying Fusu opened his mouth stiffly.
"Uncle, I am speaking for the teacher..."
"The Lord of Heaven and Earth is my master, I am ranked fourth, and I am still ahead of my master."
The index finger of his left hand pointed to his nose first, and the smile on Ying Chengyu's face did not diminish: "I, Ying Chengyu, am your uncle."
After saying a few words, he turned his left arm in a half circle and pointed at the door of the house: "Let you get out."
In Meng Tianran's stunned and slightly confused sight.
The eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Fusu, who was appointed the crown prince in Qin, bowed his head and handed over his hands skillfully.
"Farewell uncle."
After saying goodbye, he walked towards the main entrance and winked at Meng Tian to follow him quickly. Meng Tian raised his feet in confusion.
Today at the court meeting, Ying Fusu stood up to Ying Zheng's increasingly gloomy expression, with a fearless expression on his face, and clearly proposed an amnesty for the world.
During this period, Ying Zheng interrupted Ying Fusu twice and asked him to get out of the court, but Ying Fusu refused. For the sake of the common people, the country, the country, and the country, Your Majesty, please listen to me and finish what I have to say.
Comparing the two, ten thousand question marks popped up in Meng Tian's head. Why? !
The eldest son dares to directly advise His Majesty and is not afraid of the Holy Power. Why is he so tolerant of this humiliation?
As soon as he entered Chang'an Jun's Mansion, Meng Tian felt that Ying Fusu respected Ying Chengyu too much.
If Ying Chengyu has the second worst reputation in Qin, then no one can recognize him as the first.
Don't look at the fact that Ying Chengxuan bears the title of the brother of the First Emperor.
Useless!
The Qin people don’t recognize it!
Since Shang Yang's reform, the Qin State has developed a culture of putting military merit first.
To this day, the people of Qin have some respect for the powerful, but not for their authority, but for their military exploits.
Without military exploits, even if he was from the Ying family of the Qin royal family, the people of Qin would not look down upon him.
However, Ying Chengyu not only had no military exploits, but also brought great humiliation to Qin - the shame of Tunliu.
This was the biggest humiliation Qin had suffered in a hundred years, and the people of Qin were extremely hostile to Ying Chenglong.
There is one of the most lethal curse words in Xianyang: You are like the king's brother - your son is almost the same as the king's brother.
At first Meng Tian thought it was Ying Fu Su Xiande who respected his elders.
But now, he doesn't think so anymore. Being virtuous does not mean being useless.
"Why."
Another arm was put on his shoulder, and it felt so familiar. Meng Tian turned his head, and next to his head was Ying Chengyu's smiling face.
"General Meng, don't be in a hurry to leave. It's mid-morning. Let's have a drink together."
Ying Fusu's feet stopped and the footsteps stopped.
"It's been a long time since I had a drink with my uncle."
He was kicked in the butt by Ying Chenglong and staggered out of the room.
"Get out! What's the matter with you! Someone bring me some wine!"
