"My son, please leave." Fusu did not dare to stay.
But when he stood up, the bamboo slips in his sleeves fell out accidentally.
Fusu's face tightened slightly and he looked at the First Emperor nervously.
The First Emperor still looked indifferent.
Fusu sighed softly in his heart, put the bamboo slips back into his sleeves, bowed deeply to the First Emperor, and then slowly exited the hall.
soon.
The first emperor was the only one left in the palace.
Ying Zheng shook his head in disappointment and said, "When will this stubborn donkey wake up?"
"I can't give you too much time..."
"Ahem."
Suddenly, Ying Zheng showed a look of pain, covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and coughed violently. During the coughing, a trace of blood spilled out from between his fingers.
A long while.
Only then did Ying Zheng stop coughing.
He looked at his blood-stained palms with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Immediately, he subconsciously said outside the palace: "Zhao Gao, go get me a pill."
At this time, a slightly bowed eunuch entered the palace and whispered: "Your Majesty, Zhao... Zhao Gao was imprisoned some time ago."
Ying Zheng paused for a moment, then seemed to come to his senses. He frowned and said, "I forgot about this. It doesn't matter. You go to the old alchemist Xu Funa and get me a pill."
The eunuch said quickly: "No."
Ying Zheng grabbed the white cloth placed on the case in his hand, wiped away the blood on his palms, and then threw it to the ground with disgust.
The spacious hall was silent for a long time.
The sound of birds chirping in the willow forest outside the window could be heard faintly, but the heavy hall was as quiet as a deep valley.
soon.
The eunuch arrived with an alchemist.
This alchemist seemed to be very familiar with what he was about to do.
Entering the hall, he bowed briefly, then calmly took out an elixir from the bamboo box, put it into a medicine cauldron, crushed it, mixed it into a concoction that was not enough for an ordinary person to take a mouthful, and then put it in a special fine bottle held by an eunuch. Thin bamboo spoon.
The eunuch held the bamboo spoon cautiously and walked to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng glanced at the bamboo spoon with disgust, but finally sighed deeply and put the bamboo spoon to his mouth.
A squeaking sound.
The concoction was sucked into the mouth.
In an instant, Ying Zheng's pale face gained a touch of blood, and his eyes gained a bit of brilliance.
at this time.
The alchemist bowed to the First Emperor and walked away.
Ying Zheng let out a long sigh, as if he had thought of something. He straightened his back, looked at the eunuch below, and asked, "Did Xu Fook say when he could go to sea?"
The eunuch's face tightened and he said uneasily: "Your Majesty, I...I don't know."
Ying Zheng glanced at the eunuch who replaced Zhao Gao and frowned, but did not accuse him.
It had only been less than ten days since this eunuch replaced Zhao Gao. How could he be more handy than Zhao Gao who had served him for decades?
Ying Zheng said coldly: "You go down first."
"Take this white towel and burn it. Don't let others notice."
"Promise." The eunuch promised.
Looking at the eunuch's leaving figure, Ying Zheng's expression suddenly darkened.
He did not use this eunuch smoothly.
On the one hand, he was in a physical condition, which was of great importance and could not be easily known to the outside world.
On the other hand, he had no time for the eunuchs to adapt.
In a moment of thought.
He already wants to pardon Zhao Gao!
What Zhao Gao committed was already punishable by death.
Meng Yi even wrote many times to list Zhao Gao's crimes and wanted to convict Zhao Gao of death.
But they were all suppressed by him.
Ying Zheng sat solemnly, pondered for a moment, and finally put aside the idea. It was not that Zhao Gao could not be pardoned, but that he was unwilling to do so for the time being. He had just scolded Fusu for interceding for Ji Heng, and then went to pardon Zhao Gao in the blink of an eye. This made Fusu What do you think?
At least......
There is no pardon now.
"Once a person is sick, his heart also becomes sad."
"I, after all, am just a mortal!"
Ying Zheng shook his head, putting his sorrow behind his mind, and continued to review the memorial at his desk.
The world today is not peaceful, and Fusu still has a long way to go before he can truly stand alone.
What he can do is to solve as many thorny issues as possible, buy Fusu more time to grow, and leave Fusu with a relatively stable world.
As for whether Fusu would understand his good intentions in the future, he didn't care.
As a father, you just want your children to be safe and sound.
...
Yong Temple.
Fusu was in a very low mood.
He knew that he had let his father down again.
As the eldest son of the First Emperor, he was well aware of the First Emperor's character.
In the past, I had often made the First Emperor angry, but once the First Emperor cursed, he would basically stop caring about it. But this time it was not the case. His father was not as angry as usual, but instead spoke to him in a very serious and thoughtful way.
This frightened him a little.
Especially when I think of what Zhang Cang said, I feel even more terrified.
Fusu sat on the table with a painful expression, constantly recalling the past teachings of the First Emperor in his mind.
The more I think about it, the more regretful and sad I feel.
The First Emperor had done so much for him, but instead of relieving the First Emperor's worries, he kept causing trouble for the First Emperor.
How can one be so embarrassed by such an eldest son?
If he could listen to his father's teachings, have some political thinking, know how to weigh the pros and cons, and assess the situation, how could he anger his father again and again? How could we be blinded by the external appearance of affairs again and again?
My father is old.
How could he continue to be willful?
Fusu stood facing south, facing the direction of Xianyang Palace. He knelt down solemnly and kowtowed three times. There were blood stains on his forehead. He said loudly in a voice that was a little dull and bleak: "My lord, Fusu." Being unfilial has caused my father to worry. From today on, I will change my mind and never let my father down again."
"Heaven and earth learn from this!"
Fusu sat back on the table again, ignoring the pain in his forehead, and took out the written memorial from his sleeve. He did not open it, but placed it beside him, muttering to himself: "The reason why my father objected must be It involves machinations, and I didn’t like machinations in the past, so it was difficult for me to have a clue.”
"If you want to truly understand something, you can only understand it yourself."
"In terms of tempering the power of insight, Han Feizi ranks first."
Fusu looked at the stacks of "Book of Songs", "Book of Records", and "Spring and Autumn" on the table, with a trace of struggle and hesitation in his eyes, and finally his expression became firm.
With a wave of his sleeve, he pushed all the bamboo slips on the case to the bottom of the case, leaving no bamboo slips on the case. Then he took out the "Han Feizi" that had been placed in front of him, placed it solemnly on the case, took out a blank bamboo slip, and began to carefully of study.
That night.
After several hours of reading, Fusu has finished reading "Han Feizi" once.
I also have a preliminary understanding of the tactics of power and conspiracy.
He closed "Han Feizi" and closed his eyes at the same time. He recalled it in his mind and had a preliminary understanding of what the First Emperor had done.
a long time.
Fusu opened his eyes and said sadly: "The reason why my father is not accurate is not because I don't know people well, but because I am worried that I can't control it. Ji Heng has such a deep understanding of the situation in the court. If he really serves the Qin Dynasty, he will How can I suppress my mediocrity? I will only suffer the consequences."
"But aren't you, Father, here?"
"you......"
Fusu lowered his head, looking very sad.
His eyes were moist.
a long time.
Fu Su regained his energy and thought about another thing. After thinking for a while, he still had no clue. He murmured: "I have a preliminary understanding of the art of strategizing, but I can only scratch the surface. As for why my father is It's still a bit unclear why I burned books and killed Confucian scholars."
"That's all."
"Go and listen to what Ji Heng has to say tomorrow!"
