Daqin: Impeachment of Qin Shihuang at the Start

"Really?"

Hearing what he said, Chun Yuyue and Zhao Gaoju looked happy.

One of them is a supporter of Fusu and the other is a supporter of Hu Hai. If this kid gives up the fight for the crown prince, then they will be missing a strong competitor!

At that time, the prince they support will have a better chance of winning the position of prince!

"With the testimony of his father's orders and all civil and military officials, how dare this son break his trust?"

Ying Ziye said with a smile at the corner of her mouth.

"good!"

"If your Royal Highness's calligraphy forces the princes, let alone one hundred thousand, one million won't be a problem!"

Chunyu Yue was afraid that he would repent, so he quickly agreed.

He has always regarded himself as high-minded, and he doesn't care about his reputation, and he is ready to take a gamble on this court.

Who doesn't know in Xianyang City, this Nine Young Master is just a straw bag, he doesn't know a few big characters, and he can't write his own name, let alone calligraphy.

The reason why he is so confident is because the teacher who was sent to teach the prince, the last few are his fellow Confucian mentors!

In the course of drinking several times, these fellow juniors all shook their heads when they mentioned the Nine Young Masters!

They taught for three years, but this kid couldn't even write his name completely.

I can only write the word "zi", but I can't learn the word "ying" and "night".

Can't even write, what calligraphy is there to talk about?

Therefore, such a gambling method, he did not hesitate, and immediately agreed.

"Well!"

"A million is a million!"

"Since you want to raise your stakes, that son is as you wish!"

Ying Ziye climbed up the stroke and directly doubled the bet ten times.

He was rewarded by the full-level calligraphy system. He wanted to pretend to be forceful, but he made a small profit.

Unexpectedly, this old man is so generous!

Then he's a polite fart!

"Uh, I...?"

Seeing that he raised his bet to a million taels of gold, Chun Yuyue suddenly panicked. He opened his mouth. Originally, he wanted to say that I was just saying that casually.

But thinking that he would win without losing, he swallowed the words immediately.

In addition, going back and forth is also detrimental to his reputation, so he simply miscalculated the mistake!

Anyway, this kid can't win, no matter how much he bet, it's nothing but beautiful.

What's more, if he loses, although he has no money, all the Confucian disciples are rich.

Among the disciples of Confucianism, there are not many disciples at all, almost all of them are nobles and tyrants!

Just ask them to pool money!

The cost of reading is too high. Where can the poor start?

"Master Zhao, how about you?"

"Would you like to take a gamble with this kid with the old man?"

Chunyu Yue looked at Zhao Gao, whose eyes were rolling around, and asked lukewarmly.

This guy had a look of joy just now, but at this moment he asked him to come forward and bet, but he hid behind him.

How can there be such a good thing?

To be prosperous, to lose all to lose!

You have to pull this product into the water too!

"Well..."

Zhao Gao looked at Ying Ziye with confidence and always felt that something was wrong, so he was hesitant just now.

"The old man bet with Jiu Gongzi, but the representative is Fusu Gongzi!"

"If you stay out of the matter, the Ninth Young Master loses, you just won't compete with Fusu Young Master for the crown prince."

"It's hard to say whether it will compete with Young Master Hu Hai for the crown prince!"

Chunyu Yue leaned into his ear, deliberately lowered his voice and said jokingly.

"good!"

"I will advance and retreat together with you, bet on this one!"

Zhao Gao thought about it, but couldn't think of Ying Ziye's hole cards, so he agreed.

This kind of business that makes a profit without losing money will make a fool not do it!

"Betting on the court, what style is it?"

However, as soon as the three of them had negotiated a bet, the First Emperor, who was sitting on the dragon chair, quit.

He shouted, intending to stop it.

In fact, he didn't feel that there was something out of place in the court betting, he was just worried that Ying Ziye would suffer!

He now regarded Ying Ziye as one of the candidates for the prince.

If he loses, he has to stay away from the court and not compete with the princes for the position of prince. Wouldn't he lose a lot!

Do not!

There is no case, it is sure to lose!

I can't even write my own name, and calligraphy is probably not much better!

"Father, a small gambling is good, no harm is done!"

"Furthermore, if the son-chen loses, there is nothing to lose!"

"But if you win, you can earn a million taels of gold for the treasury!"

Seeing her own cheap father objecting, Ying Ziye explained quickly.

"Yes, your Majesty, what the Ninth Prince said is right, and it's okay to bet a little!"

"This bet is very beneficial to the Nine Young Masters. If you lose, you won't lose yourself. If you win, you will get a million gold. This is a good thing!"

"Ninth Young Master is smart and wise, how can he suffer? Please rest assured, your Majesty!"

"The Ninth Young Master is to share the worries with your Majesty, filial piety is commendable!"

...

As soon as Ying Ziye's words fell, the ministers of civil and military affairs started flattering.

However, they seem to be complimenting Ying Ziye, but in fact they are supporting Fusu and Hu Hai.

Because they know that if Bi calligraphy, the Fusu and Hu Hai they each support can throw this boy hundreds of streets.

So, seeing Ying Ziye bent on betting, they quickly agreed.

If Ying Ziye didn't want to bet, they would never dare to jump out and sing the opposite!

There is no other reason. Whoever is impeached by this kid will be unlucky. If he is targeted by him, the consequences will be disastrous!

They stand in teams, in fact, for their own future!

If it is for the prince he supports, there is no need to touch this kid!

"All right!"

"Since one of you is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, then I will fulfill you!"

Seeing that Ying Ziye and the courtiers wanted to gamble, they didn't care about winning the government.

In fact, even though this kid saved his life, his views on Confucianism coincided with him.

But illiteracy and writing skills are a headache.

As the prince, the future emperor of Qin would not know how to write if he didn't even know a few words, and the memorials written by ministers would not be understood, how would he criticize it? How to govern the country?

Therefore, he was actually not very satisfied with Ying Ziye, the crown prince candidate.

At least, he has no plans to make this kid the prince!

"Thank your majesty!"

Seeing that Shi Huang Yingzheng was relieved, all the ministers were overjoyed, and they unexpectedly thanked each other in unison.

With the emperor present at the testimony, coupled with the Manchu civil and military, it is almost impossible for this kid to go back after losing the bet!

"All right!"

"Start answering questions!"

Ying Zheng glared at them and waved at the princes angrily.

These are all old foxes. If he guessed right, his ninth son would suffer a big loss today!

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