(fourteen)
The longer it is suppressed, the more serious the imbalance in the mind becomes and the more out-of-control the behavior becomes.
The king is tyrannical, the people are in chaos, and the country is destroyed.
Difficult, why is it so difficult to choose one to be the crown prince with so many sons?
The First Emperor remembered Zhao Gao's words about practicing trumpet, and his expression became more and more unpredictable.
In the past few years, he was busy unifying the six countries and neglected the education of his children. Although the emperor had many heirs, no one could trust him to hand over the country.
Fusu...
The First Emperor felt sad.
A benevolent emperor is only suitable for peaceful times. A king can be benevolent, but being too benevolent is not a blessing.
The remnants of the Six Kingdoms still exist, is it possible that Fusu really intends to rely on the power of Confucianism to influence them?
Since ancient times, the imperial family has been the most ruthless. You can learn Confucianism, but you cannot be a Confucian.
Fusu finally let him down.
The First Emperor remembered Zhao Gao's saying that a country can be changed but its nature cannot be changed. What he thought was best did not mean the most suitable for Fusu.
His thoughts drifted further and further away, but the Emperor's eyes became more and more determined.
"If the father wants the son to die, the son has to be king."
The First Emperor repeatedly murmured the words Fusu said before his death in the scene.
That's all, that's all.
Fusu, who is so pure, kind and filial, let him be free and stable for the rest of his life.
The selection of the heir apparent and his careful training must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
But, is it still too late to practice the trumpet as Zhao Gao said?
Can a person with a life span of less than ten years really be able to cultivate a successor who is suitable for the country?
It's difficult...
Humph, how could he leave earlier than that bad guy Zhao Gao?
In the legend, good people don’t live long, but disasters last for thousands of years?
Well, Zhao Gao can be considered a capable scourge.
At this moment, Sunge didn't know the envy and jealousy coming from the First Emperor. She looked at the bamboo slips, writing brush, and knife, and fell into despair of doubting her life.
This will be written in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse...
I don’t know how likely it is that she dictated it and someone else wrote it.
If someone had told her before that one day she would find a piece of paper extremely precious, she might have scoffed.
Making paper?
Sun Ge's eyes lit up and he was eager to try.
This shouldn't be considered a subversion of history, right?
There were predecessors in the fast-traveling history group who ignored the direction of history and compressed and jumped the historical process on their own, falling into historical nothingness, and finally the entire world collapsed.
Therefore, the fast travelers in the historical group cannot act arbitrarily.
However, just papermaking shouldn’t violate taboos, right?
She did not directly lead the feudal empire of Qin to the broad road of socialism. She was still following the trend of historical development step by step and making changes within the established framework. It was reasonable to think about it.
Since there are specialties in the art, it seems that we need to discuss with the First Emperor to ask a few Mohist disciples to study and practice papermaking.
Striking while the iron was hot, Sunge wrote down the basic process of papermaking on bamboo slips and waited to report it to the First Emperor.
Separation, beating, paper making and drying.
Each process is marked with a simple explanation to avoid confusion.
Hu Hai, who was pretending to be guilty and full of frustration, saw this scene.
He was writing on the bamboo slips with great bitterness and hatred, but his eyes were as passionate as fire.
Is this the Zhao Fu Ling who his father said was pitiful after being tortured with a cane?
Funny?
The expression of the one who was tortured with the rod was so vivid and changeable.
"teacher?"
Hearing this, Sunge put the bamboo slips he had written to his mouth and blew them dry while looking at Hu Hai who had left and returned.
Looking at the wretched look on his face, he knew that he had not gained anything from the First Emperor.
She and Hu Hai were masters and disciples after all. They shared difficulties, but they could never share blessings.
Sunge rolled up the bamboo slips slowly, put them aside, and said, "Master, didn't you go to find His Majesty?"
Hu Hai's eyes were filled with tears, and he was miserable.
"I didn't know until my father was there that the teacher had been punished with a cane. The disciple was careless and deserved the punishment."
The corners of Sunge's mouth twitched, and his head was covered with black lines.
If she hadn't seen Hu Hai pinching his thigh in a subtle way, followed by tears streaming down his face, she would have believed Hu Hai's pretentious face.
At such a young age, even though he is so hypocritical, he is not afraid of having a face as thick as a city wall.
"Teacher, please give me some medicine."
As he was talking, Hu Hai came forward. Whether intentionally or not, his broad sleeves were about to touch the bamboo slips that Sun Ge had just built.
Sun Ge quickly took the bamboo slips in his hand and put his hands behind his back without changing his expression.
Hum, Hu Hai wants to plagiarize.
"My servant's skin is rough and his flesh is thick. It's just a stick punishment. It's no big deal. There's no need to apply medicine."
"Young master, I am worried about you, and my heart is uneasy."
"Little Master, please don't cry."
If Hu Hai suddenly left her house with tears in his eyes and disheveled clothes, who knows what the gossipy palace officials would do.
For example, she was always in trouble and finally gave up. She abandoned Li Si and rebelliously got involved with Hu Hai...
Slander is all slander.
Hu Hai's eyes jumped rapidly, becoming more and more curious about the contents on the bamboo slips.
I don't know if it was his misunderstanding, but I always felt that Zhao Gao was a lot alienated from him.
It was clear that in the past, the two of them, master and disciple, were very close, with no suspicions or secrets, one old and one young.
"Teachers are very important to me."
"Teacher's affairs are never trivial."
Hu Hai rolled up his sleeves skillfully and gracefully, opened the medicine on the wooden stand beside him, and looked at Sun Ge sincerely with tearful eyes.
Sun Ge suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.
This tone and gesture were very much like her expressing her loyalty to the First Emperor.
It's so scary, it feels like a chicken being targeted by a weasel. No wonder the First Emperor didn't bother to listen to her disgusting words.
Exaggerated, too exaggerated.
Sunge reflected silently and strived for excellence.
"Young Master, there is a difference between honor and dignity. His Majesty pays the most attention to dignity. If your behavior like this comes to His Majesty's ears, it will be harmful but not beneficial."
"Besides, young master, does the servant look like something is wrong?"
What kind of bad hobby does Hu Hai have? He rushes to rub someone's buttocks.
"Then the teacher has to take care of himself. The only one I can rely on is the teacher."
Hu Hai's heart froze and he no longer persisted.
Well, if he didn't have to continue to win over Zhao Gao, he wouldn't bother to condescend to a eunuch.
Before Sun Ge could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw Hu Hai kneeling beside him, with runny nose and tears, and told her his grievances and injustices in a thick nasal voice.
Sunge:......
Does Hu Hai, a little bastard, think too highly of her? He actually had the guts to sue the First Emperor.
Sunge distanced herself silently.
Don't take her with you even if you want to die, she loves life.
"Teacher, tell me what else I need to do to please my father and let him see me."
Hu Hai blinked his big eyes full of water mist and looked at Sun Ge with meaning.
Bamboo slips...
He wanted to know what was on the bamboo slips.
He secretly felt that the content on the bamboo slips was enough to make him a blockbuster.
