At noon.
Ying Zheng took a nap and then began to deal with political affairs again.
At this time.
A eunuch walked lightly into the palace and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, Mr. Hu Hai has submitted a memorial."
"Hu Hai?" Ying Zheng frowned and said, "Send it over."
The eunuch promised.
He put it gently on the table.
Ying Zheng opened the bamboo slips and looked at them carefully, his expression suddenly condensed.
"Two Weeks from East to West, Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period."
"The enfeoffment is to govern according to customs, and the counties are to centralize power."
"Zhou Rites, Qin Fa."
"Qin Feizhou uses violence to commit violence."
"The purpose of lifting the roof is to open windows. If it is not broken, it cannot be erected. If it is broken, it is not erected."
"..."
Ying Zheng looked at the words in the memorial, and there was a strange look in his eyes. After a long time, he said: "These statements are quite novel, and they are indeed very consistent. Ji Heng's views on the world situation and his actions towards me are quite different. It’s also a more accurate guess.”
"But if you can't be used by Qin, so what if you are talented?"
"It's just a withered skeleton on a barren mountain."
Ying Zheng shook his head.
He continued to look down.
When he saw Hu Hai's accusation, Ying Zheng frowned.
After Hu Hai described what Ji Heng said in detail, he began to accuse Fusu of being rude.
Hu Hai's words were relatively restrained.
But how could Ying Zheng not see the resentment and dissatisfaction in the memorial?
Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, put the bamboo slips back to the table, and shouted outside the palace: "Someone, please send this bamboo slips to Fusu. Let him solve the problems he caused by himself."
Finished.
Ying Zheng ignored it and continued to review the memorial.
...
Yong Temple.
Fusu has been living in seclusion during this period.
Especially after hearing that the First Emperor was going to send him to northern Xinjiang, he felt great regret. Recently, he had been reading "Han Feizi" and "Book of Shang Jun" in the study. After this period of baptism, the eldest son, who was originally impetuous, Gradually wash away the brilliance and become restrained and calm.
The sharpness that flashed through his eyes from time to time was enough to show Fusu's progress.
But Fusu knew it very well.
What he's doing now is far from enough.
Da Qin is a new dynasty, but it is also an old country that has existed for hundreds of years.
To resurrect from ruin requires a great price and a lot of effort, and his abilities are not enough.
even......
He doesn't have the ability to distinguish authenticity right now.
During this period, he had been studying "Han Feizi" diligently, which was hailed by the First Emperor as the first knowledge to hone the power of insight.
Just as Fusu was secretly trying to figure out the deeper meaning, there was a sound of rustling footsteps outside the study.
Not long after, Wei Sheng's voice came in, and he said respectfully: "Young Master, your Majesty ordered someone to send a bamboo slip, and brought a message to the Young Master. Your Majesty said: 'Anything that the Young Master caused by himself is the fault of the Young Master. Go figure it out'."
Hear the words.
Fusu was shocked and stood up from the table, looking uneasy.
He walked quickly towards the study door, thinking secretly in his heart. He had been living in seclusion during this period and had basically no contact with the courtiers. How could he cause trouble again?
Creak.
The study door opens.
Wei Sheng waited outside the door with his eyebrows lowered and his head lowered.
Fusu looked at Wei Sheng solemnly, and did not rush to take the bamboo slips. He said, "Did the official who sent the bamboo slips say anything specific?"
Wei Shengli shook his head curtly.
He looked at the bamboo slips in Wei Sheng's hand, hesitant and didn't really want to take it.
Now the more he understood, the more nervous he became, and the more regretful and sad he felt. On the one hand, he was worried that his wrong actions would anger the First Emperor, and on the other hand, he was worried that what he had sent would make him Transfer order to Northern Xinjiang.
Tangled for a long time.
Fusu eventually calmed down.
He stretched out his hand to take the bamboo slip, glanced at it briefly, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at Wei Sheng and said: "From now on when the First Emperor sends people to deliver things, he must remember to ask about the First Emperor's mood."
Hear the words.
Wei Sheng was stunned for a moment.
He didn't expect these words to come out of the eldest son's mouth.
I was secretly happy in my heart.
Fusu didn't notice this and returned to his seat with the bamboo slips.
He sat on the mat.
Read Hu Hai's memorials carefully.
In the end, Fusu sighed softly and said: "This is indeed what I did wrong."
"My younger brother is dissatisfied, and that's natural."
"My father sent my younger brother's memorial here because he wanted me to resolve it so as to avoid any rift between the brothers."
"This matter should be explained as soon as possible."
Think about it.
Fusu shouted to the outside: "Wei Sheng, prepare your carriage and horses immediately. I want to go to the imperial prison."
After giving instructions, Fusu put away Hu Hai's memorials and closed the "Han Feizi" on the case, then got up and walked out of the study.
Not long after.
Fusu's figure disappeared into Yong Palace.
When Fusu arrived at the imperial prison, there were already officials waiting outside.
As soon as Fusu got off the carriage, an official wearing a Xiezhi crown came forward and said: "Eldest Young Master, the subordinate officials were not strict in their discipline and asked the subordinates to inform Young Master Hu Hai about the sound transmission through the partition wall. Only then did he I have offended the eldest son, please forgive me."
With a warm smile on his face, Fusu said slowly: "You don't need to worry too much. This matter was my fault in the first place and has nothing to do with you. I will explain this matter to my younger brother. The Yushi Mansion has always been busy with political affairs, so you don't need to worry about it." Take the trouble for me and I won’t blame you for it.”
"Thank you all for hiding for me."
"Fusu is grateful."
"Young Master is kind." The official complimented.
Fusu seemed to have remembered something and asked, "Has my younger brother gone to see Ji Heng today?"
"Master Hu Hai did look for Ji Heng in the morning." The official wearing a Xie Zhi crown bowed and then seemed to realize something and whispered: "Master, do you think it was Ji Heng who reminded you?"
Fusu smiled lightly and said noncommittally: "My young brother has always been naughty and can't hide things. If he had discovered it earlier, he wouldn't have waited until today to complain. It was probably Ji Heng who noticed it and then revealed it. For my younger brother."
"That's normal."
"Ji Heng is a man of great talent and has a quick mind. To a certain extent, the wall made by the Mohist family can indeed transmit and avoid sound in one direction. However, if the movement is too loud, it will still be heard by the wall. With Ji Heng's astuteness , the discovery is actually not surprising.”
"That's fine."
"There's no need to be sneaky from now on."
Fusu smiled heartily, looking very free and easy.
The officials around him were thoughtful and smiled in apology.
They didn't ask any more questions.
I just remember the word Ji Heng secretly in my heart.
In fact, they have heard of Ji Heng's name for a long time, but Ji Heng has long been designated as a murderer, so they didn't take it seriously in the past, but now that this person is so valued by the eldest son and the youngest son, they can't help but wonder. Pay some attention.
If Ji Heng really wins the favor of the eldest son, he may not be immune to death.
When.
Ji Heng may not skyrocket.
Fusu was unable to detect the thoughts of the officials around him.
After entering the prison, he drove away the officials and went straight to the prison where Hu Hai was staying.
Hu Hai has been waiting for a long time.
