Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

The conversation with Hu Hai seemed to have failed. This young master seems to dislike Confucian scholars in some way. Although he did not show this impatience, his sleeves were a kind of proof. For a person like him who is so well-rounded and almost perfect, ordinary people will not find any opportunity to criticize him.

According to Hu Hai's character, even if he couldn't take action head-on, he would definitely mediate and help secretly. This time, he refused almost directly with the word "violence of the law", which shows that Lu Sheng and others are indeed insignificant to him. Even the kindness of his eldest brother Fusu could not reduce his annoyance towards Lu Sheng and others.

Cao Shen could only leave.

When Fusu heard that he was involved with Hu Hai, he rarely lost his temper. Dao Shiba was by Zhao Gao's side. Zhao Gao was already at odds with Fusu. Wouldn't this move embarrass him?

Zhao Gao was even more cold and unpredictable than Li Si.

Fusu sometimes doesn't understand. Why would my father assign Zhao Gao to Hu Hai as his disciple? It is true that Zhao Gao's literary talent is good and his calligraphy is unique, but his temperament is unstable, which makes him Hu Hai's teacher. It is not known what he secretly does to his younger brother.

If he was really dedicated, he wouldn't have let Feng Han almost kill Hu Hai last time.

Not long after returning to Xianyang, I heard that Hu Hai had a serious fever. When I went to visit him, the imperial doctor said something that he was not going to die soon, which was really annoying.

No one knows how Fusu felt when he saw the lively Hu Hai, who had followed him when he was a child, lying on the bed, pale and sweating. As for his father, how could he not feel distressed. My father often said that Hu Hai was the most like him in terms of character among the princes. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead, so my father could not concentrate on dealing with political affairs and came to visit him personally.

Whether it is to his father or to Fusu, this child is different.

Fortunately, he was strong enough and finally got through it.

He survived the catastrophe and suffered many shocks one after another. Why did Cao Shen bother Hu Hai with these things. Fusu knew that Cao Shen only wanted to solve his problem, but Fusu did not want the turmoil in the court and his fight with Zhao Gao and others to endanger his brothers.

Fusu's emphasis on brotherhood once again sounded the alarm for Cao Shen.

Taking advantage of Hu Hai's thoughts, it was slightly reduced.

But without Hu Hai sharing His Majesty's upcoming anger, Lu Sheng's matter would obviously be more difficult.

As expected, Lu Sheng and Kong Yu conspired, which angered His Majesty even more. Among them, there are still unpredictable people doing evil things while on the run.

He incited the people, saying that the emperor was cruel and immoral, practicing tiger and wolf policies, and levying labor to build useless walls. As a result, a small rebellion broke out in Chu County. After Wang Yu was ordered to put down the rebellion, the First Emperor finally got angry and ordered the arrest of Lu Sheng and others. Accomplices will be killed on the spot.

For some reason, the news leaked out, and the rebels at the Kong Ancestral Hall in Qufu fled. On that day, the First Emperor came to Confucius' Mansion in person to see why it was so natural for the doctors he had treated so well to rebel against the Qin Dynasty.

Later, it was rumored that His Majesty the First Emperor dug up the tomb of Sheng Kong, and Sheng Kong appeared and made a prophecy that "the First Emperor will die and the earth will be divided."

The frequency of Ying Zheng's summons to Xu Fu has indeed become more frequent.

When Fusu originally ignored Cao Shen's advice and wanted to write to his father to remove the order to punish Confucian scholars, Meng Tian, ​​who had stayed in Qufu to deal with the aftermath, came back.

The so-called appearance of Confucius is not a mysterious thing at all. The mechanism used is almost the same as that of Gongsun Fu's death.

Fusu thought.

Has Confucianism, which has always been adhering to the principle of self-sufficiency when in poverty, also involved in the disputes of the times?

…

The Confucian scholars who were suspected of participating in Lu Sheng's rebellion and hiding his comrades were all captured and killed outside the city.

The wailing of more than two hundred people cast a shadow over the bustling Xianyang.

…

Jiang Chen was surprised for a moment when he heard that Ying Zheng wanted to see him. Ying Zheng was usually very busy with government affairs and had very little free time. Most of the time he spent summoning Xu Fu and others to refine elixirs and make medicine for health. Occasionally, he would think of his prince. I don’t know today…

Zhang Han looked at him with some worry: "Young Master, Your Majesty..."

Your Majesty's only hope for the young master is that he will not listen to the sycophants and harm the young master in vain.

Although Zhao Gao was somewhat talented and learned, he was favored by His Majesty and lost his sense of proportion. In recent years, I have become even more passionate about power. It is not easy for the young master to still develop such a gentle character under Zhao Gao's abuse. He is smart and does not rely on his talent to be arrogant. Although he is in the whirlpool of power, he still has his true heart and is not moved by external things. It shows that the mind is firm. How could such a person change his mind because of a prophecy?

If Your Majesty hurts the young master, the one who will regret it in the end will definitely be his father.

The duty of a soldier is to obey orders, and for Zhang Han, that was the case. Between His Majesty and the Young Master, he could only choose Your Majesty. Even if he knew that His Majesty's order might be wrong... he still had to carry it out.

Jiang Chen seemed to have never sensed Zhang Han's complicated mood, and was quite indifferent, "General, my father has summoned me, how about practicing swordsmanship today, tomorrow?"

Although it was a request, it had the natural commanding tone of the royal family, but it was not offensive, so Zhang Han subconsciously answered according to his words. "Of course you can." Zhang Han bowed with his sword and got out of the way, "Master, please."

When he arrived outside the palace, Zhang Han stopped and stood there, watching the black figure leave, gradually getting further away, his eyes extremely complicated.

In the cold hall, on top of the carved dragon throne, a figure swayed gently in the lights that stayed on day and night. Xu Fu stood on the left side of the red soft felt, holding a golden gourd with a low eyebrow. .

Like a sculpture, he always stood beside his throne.

Ying Zheng, will undoubtedly be a name recorded in history.

He turned around, and his stern eyes seemed to soften for a moment when he saw the well-behaved and childish boy standing at the door. Soon, he remembered something and became serious again, even ruthless.

This was just a slight change in his eyes, but it did not hide from Jiang Chen's eyes. But he did not hesitate because of this heaviness, and bowed calmly, just like in a piece of memory, and called out lightly, "Father."

There was no deliberate closeness, nor was there any alienation after not seeing each other for many days. His smile was born in his eyes, pure and innocent, and sometimes Ying Zheng could not tell whether this child was really happy when he smiled.

The world only knew that Ying Zheng liked this young son very much, but no one knew to what extent he valued him. Just like Fusu... Hu Hai was no less important than Fusu.

Yes, he had quite a few children. But among all these children, Hu Hai was the one that made him think about him all the time. Hu Hai was different.

Zhang Han, who had taught him for less than three months and was not good at speaking, could agree with him and praise him endlessly. Hu Hai was as smart as he had shown before.

At this moment, Ying Zheng didn't know whether to say he was relieved or regretful. He hoped to live forever, but he was not afraid to talk about life and death. If he died a hundred years later, the country of Daqin would have to choose one among many princes, and that would undoubtedly be Hu Hai Fusu.

It was often said in the past that Fusu was soft-hearted, and the youngest son Hu Hai was the most like me. But Ying Zheng also knew very well that a unified world no longer needed an emperor who was decisive and murderous. He could not change this point, so he could only place his hopes on Fusu.

Hu Hai...

Zhao Gao.

It was hard for Ying Zheng to imagine what terrible things these two people would do when he was a hundred years old, based on their temperaments. But the current situation was like this, the court needed someone to check and balance Li Si, and Fusu also needed someone to hone him. He chose Zhao Gao and Hu Hai.

This child was beyond his expectation.

He did everything that Ying Zheng asked. Although he dabbled in everything that he didn't ask, he knew when to stop. It can be said that all fathers in the world hope to have such a filial and smart child.

Fusu trusted this younger brother very much.

But, Ying Zheng could only...

As he once said, he must solve all the unstable factors for the next generation of the court.

Ying Zheng walked down from his throne, lowered his head, and looked at this young man with a bright appearance. He was like his mother, especially his eyes, which were like the stars in the night sky under the bright lights.

Suddenly, he said, "I remember that Zhao Gao said that you learned calligraphy well. Come here."

He raised his foot, his sleeves facing the wind, and walked towards the side hall.

Jiang Chen was silent and followed.

Ying Zheng did not look back. Without looking back, he also understood that Hu Hai followed closely behind him. Maybe it was a natural father-son relationship.

Xu Fu followed with his head down, holding the medicine gourd, frowning slightly. This was not the same as planned before. His Majesty...

Ying Zheng was sitting at the desk, waving to Hu Hai, and slowly said, "Come."

Jiang Chen sat down as he pleased, his behavior was very strict, and there was absolutely no fault to be found.

The fine silk in front of him was a little yellowed under the light.

The hand with distinct joints next to him handed over a wolf-hair brush, and his voice was still serious, "Just write, Jianghuai Moon."

Jiang Chen reached out, took it, and said calmly, "Father, small seal script?"

Ying Zheng vaguely remembered that he had ordered Li Si and others to unify the characters. Small seal script was the main one, and official script was used as the cursive script for recording. After a long time, he said, "Big seal script." It was vague, and there was a sigh when he mentioned it.

He remembered that he had taught the woman the two characters Huaiyue in his spare time. It has been too long, and their son is already twelve years old.

He could not recall many days of romance and romance in the past, but the current scene suddenly brought back memories.

Ying Zheng laughed for a moment, and his thoughts returned to the day-to-day political affairs.

Writing the same language. The six countries have been divided for a long time, and the customs and cultures of each country are different. Now the writing of the same language, when it is implemented, I am afraid that it will be the time for the clowns to attack. At that time, it will be a good time to kill the arrogance of the rebels.

In just a moment, the words Jianghuai have fallen on the fine silk. As Zhao Gao said, Hu Hai's handwriting is indeed beautiful. The boy's pen power is still insufficient, but it is still very stable. Every stroke is soft and generous, and there is no trace of wit. Zhao Gao's handwriting is timeless and elegant, thin and black and white, but he has taught a student without edges and corners.

Compared with Hu Hai's calligraphy works that Zhao Gao brought before, the handwriting is more mature and has begun to have its own style.

After reading it, it makes people feel calm.

Ying Zheng can't help but think of Fusu again. Knowing that his father loved calligraphy, Fusu also practiced calligraphy diligently. Fusu had participated in politics and often made memorials, and Ying Zheng was very familiar with his handwriting.

Fusu was the opposite. His calligraphy looked soft, but his spirit was firm. As the saying goes, a person is like his handwriting. Fusu, he seemed gentle, but he had his own opinions in his heart.

When the political views were different, Fusu would be the one who argued with reason and never gave in.

Too many edges and corners, easy to hurt. Without edges and corners, not firm enough, easy to be moved by others.

A big hand fell on the pen in his hand, pinched the boy's hand, and wrote a few strokes on the fine silk. Jiang Chen frowned secretly. But he didn't know what kind of wind blew the love of this emperor who was considered cold-blooded throughout the ages.

After writing the word "zhiyue", Ying Zheng let go. Seeing the two completely different handwritings on the white silk, he actually smiled and sighed, "Father's handwriting is not as good as Zhao Gao's, nor as good as Li Si's."

Jiang Chen sat upright and lowered his eyes to answer, "Everyone has his own strengths. Father is better at governing the country than the two."

Sure enough, he did not say he was not as good as them directly, but praised Ying Zheng from another perspective. It seemed that in his eyes, there was no bad thing about Ying Zheng, only his excellence.

If it were Fusu, he would probably say, "Efforts pay off. Father, practice more, and there will be a masterpiece in the future."

After all, it was just a euphemism for bad handwriting.

Ying Zheng patted his shoulder and stood up, "Father, remember, July 7th is your birthday, what does Haier want?"

Jiang Chen just remembered this. In previous years, the gifts Fusu sent from the north were blocked and thrown away by Zhao Gao.

July 7th. Less than ten days left.

"Father." Jiang Chen could hardly find a perfunctory word. If he said he had nothing else to ask for, he was afraid that he would not give up. He looked at the pen and said, "Hu Hai has grown up and is no longer an ignorant child. I dare not say anything nonsense when Father asks. Please give me this silk pen."

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, "That's all?"

Jiang Chen: "..."

If he really had something he loved, he would design it himself immediately. Why wait for others to ask?

"This pen was made by General Meng Tian." Ying Zheng said leisurely.

Jiang Chen's expression remained unchanged. "Since it is the emperor's favorite thing, it is inconvenient to ask for it. I would like to ask for this silk."

He handed the pen to Jiang Chen with a solemn look, "Hu Hai, you are a smart child. You know what to take and what not to take. This is just a pen from the emperor, it's okay to give it to you. General Meng won't mind. When you encounter a bigger decision in the future, I hope you can stay sober today."

"Yes." The answer was quite calm, as if he had not heard the deep meaning of Ying Zheng, "Hu Hai will definitely live up to the emperor's teachings."

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