Hu Hai frowned.
He felt that Ji Heng was trying to fool Xuanxu. It was completely unfounded and he wanted to make it up out of thin air.
But when I thought about what the eldest brother had said before, "the head of Guizhou has not been gathered", and how conclusively Ji Heng said it, I felt a little undecided. If this matter was true, there might be another explanation.
Hu Hai's eyes were uncertain.
After a long time, he couldn't help but sigh, and said with a melancholy expression: "It would be great if Zhao Gao was here. With him on the side to give some advice, how could I be completely clueless?"
"Is it just that the eldest brother is really going to 'harm' Ji Heng?"
"is it possible?"
Hu Hai looked at the messy case in front of him, sighed melancholy, and left the hut with a puff of sleeves.
The other side.
Fusu's face was green and red, and his expression was quite depressed.
He really couldn't figure out why Ji Heng wanted to slander him?
He was pretty sure he didn't know Ji Heng.
It’s impossible to know him!
As the son of the First Emperor, he was well aware of the First Emperor's preferences.
The First Emperor hated the Yan people very much.
And of course there is a reason for all this.
In the early days, the First Emperor and Prince Dan had a close relationship as brothers, but later they began to have rifts and even hatred towards each other due to their different stances.
Later, in order to prevent Qin from unifying the world, Prince Dan even ordered Jing Ke to assassinate the First Emperor on the occasion of presenting the map. Three years ago, the First Emperor was attacked and killed by thieves in Lanchi. After checking the fate of the Tingwei Mansion, it was found that there was someone behind this thieves. The figure of the nobles of Yan State.
The First Emperor hated the Yan people so much, how could he dare to get close to the Yan people?
He had never heard of Ji Heng from beginning to end.
If Hu Hai had not been imprisoned by his father, and as an elder brother, he would have come to visit and comfort him in prison, he would never have heard any news about Ji Heng in this life.
He couldn't understand it, let alone figure it out.
Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, taking in everything with his eyes, and said calmly: "Fusu, what do you think of what this person said?"
Fusu Zuo bowed and said: "Back to my father, I think what this person said is completely nonsense. It is all based on personal imagination, fabricated out of thin air, without any basis, and it is all nonsense."
"Nonsense?" Ying Zheng frowned slightly and said coldly: "After listening to it for so long, do you know this only?"
Fusu's face turned pale and he said, "My son is stupid."
Ying Zheng took a deep look at Fusu, shook his head secretly, and walked out of the prison.
At the same time, a voice came into Fusu's ears.
"You should also go down and think about it."
"This man does hate Qin, but I think what he said is not unreasonable."
Fusu was stunned on the spot, his body trembled slightly, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"Father thinks that he died because of me!"
"How can this be?"
"I didn't even know him before, so how could I think of harming him?"
"And since I can remember, I have never had any thoughts of harming others. This person is from Yan and has no relationship with me. Why would my father say this?"
"Fusu doesn't understand!"
Fusu was completely confused now.
The First Emperor was the one who judged Ji Heng to be trapped and killed. Since he couldn't make a mistake, he could only have made a mistake in his own mind.
But how could he harm an unrelated person?
There is no reason for this!
a long time.
"Is there some hidden secret that I don't know about?"
Fusu calmed down, holding the big case in his hand, the look of confusion in his eyes not diminishing, "Ji Heng just said it, the reason lies in what he said before, I need to calm down now and think about it. You should be able to understand some of the deeper meaning in those words.”
"But why did he die because of me?"
"Wasn't he sentenced to death by his father? He was also investigated and dealt with by the Tingwei Mansion. I was not involved in the whole process. In recent years, I have not had any interactions with the nobles of the Yan Kingdom. The only time I asked for mercy was for a few people. How could a Confucian scholar become a 'murderer'?"
He couldn't understand.
I really can’t figure it out.
In prison.
Ji Heng returned to his prison.
On the way back, he was often ridiculed by the Confucian scholars and alchemists on both sides, but he simply ignored them.
There is something on his mind.
I was giving some advice to Mr. Ji earlier and accidentally revealed some secrets.
Now he felt that some of his life memories from previous lives were gradually being forgotten, leaving only those memories that left a lasting impression.
This time's forgetfulness is different from when he traveled back in time. When he traveled back in time, he had complete memories of the ninth life. After being separated, there are still some residual memories in his mind, but with this leak, these residual memories have become more... concise.
Maybe it won’t be used a few times.
In the memory of his first nine lives, some details will begin to blur, leaving only a vague shadow.
Ji Heng actually didn't care too much.
Every time he travels through time, the most remaining memories are actually from the previous life. As for the earlier memories, they will gradually fade over time. For him, the most useful thing is actually experience.
In his previous life, the ninth life, he was Han Xie in the late Tang Dynasty.
In this life, after the painful failure of the eighth life, my spirit has long been wiped out, so I don’t have many memories. What I remember most are actually those Tang poems and the leisurely life of being a hermit and enjoying the mountains and rivers after the fall of Tang Dynasty.
But not nothing.
When he was a hermit, he specialized in medicine.
Recalling the prescriptions in his mind, he picked up a small stone in the prison and carved it on the wall of the prison.
As long as a person lives, he must leave something behind.
Although he died soon, if these prescriptions were known to the outside world in the future, they might be able to save many people, which could be considered his last contribution to the world.
Swish, swish, swish!
Words began to appear one after another on the wall.
It's just that it's not Qin seal script, but official script with long horizontal strokes and short vertical strokes.
During the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty liked the official script, so the official script was "revived" and flourished for more than a hundred years in the Tang Dynasty. The ninth generation was a literary master in the late Tang Dynasty, and he had some attainments in the official script.
Moreover, Qin seal carving is really complicated, so he would not seek the second best.
He was not worried that Qin people would not be able to understand it. The official script originated from the Qin Dynasty. Some of the characters he wrote may be different from those of contemporary times, but after all, they were passed down from the same lineage and from the same ancestor. As long as he thought about it a little, he could easily guess it. What word.
The prison was very noisy.
As the time of death approached, some Confucian scholars and alchemists went crazy, shouting hysterically in prison.
But not many people paid attention.
Ji Heng silently wrote on the wall.
It's just that of the several prescriptions he originally remembered, he finally only had three and a half left. When he wrote the fourth one, he couldn't remember the specific ingredients, so he had to give up halfway.
He threw the pebbles at his feet, looked at the neat official script on the wall, and nodded with satisfaction.
immediately.
He seemed to have remembered something, raised his eyes to the sky, and said softly: "Life is like nothing, and life is not solid."
"Long live this, I will send you my best wishes. No wise sage can save you."
"Take food to seek gods, but most of the time it is caused by medicine."
"It's better to drink fine wine and be subdued by the simple and elegant..."
Ji Heng yawned. He was full of wine and food, and a feeling of sleepiness gradually came over his heart. He reached out and grabbed a few handfuls of withered grass beside him, covered him with a scribble, and fell asleep with his clothes on.
The sun was shining brightly outside the prison.
