Qin Official

"I was scratched by a brat. How could anyone be so bold as to offend you, the regent..."

As the head of a country, image is very important. If the regent appears in front of Jiu Qing tomorrow with a scratch on his face, Ye Zijin will not be able to clean it off.

For the sake of her husband and her own image, Ye Zijin had no choice but to use her talent in makeup to help Hei Fu.

It is a woman's nature to love beauty and whiteness. These days, there are "fat and pink" products, but ordinary people use powder ground from rice, which is easy to fall off and turns into a paste when it comes into contact with water! Heifu has seen some folk girls go out to the market. Because of the rain, their faces are covered with white paste, which makes people think...

In Xianyang, wealthy people use rouge and lead powder imported from Hu areas. The biggest advantage is that it is insoluble in washing and can add luster to the complexion. This is the so-called "wash away the lead powder".

In order to please the mistress, Xu Fu, the royal chemist, also refined lead powder and offered it to her, but Hei Fu wouldn't let Ye use it. Lead was poisonous, so he couldn't just rub it on his face.

Hei Fu used pearl powder for his wife, mostly obtained from conquering Baiyue. It was extremely luxurious, so he could only afford one.

However, Ye is low-key and basically never leaves the house. She often wears no makeup at home and only applies a little bit of makeup when going out to maintain her appearance. After all, a person in her thirties cannot compare to the skin of a 28-year-old girl.

Pearl powder is a good thing, but Heifu's dark face turned white with a little powder, making it more conspicuous. Ye Zijin was so angry that he wiped it again and again, and wiped it again.

Seeing her rare irritability, Heifu couldn't help laughing:

"My wife, is this just whitewashing the peace?"

While being at the mercy of his wife, Heihu whispered what happened today.

Ye Zijin was a little surprised: "You mean, little Gongsun is imitating Sun Bin, pretending to be crazy but not insane?"

She had heard this story. More than a hundred years ago, Guiguzi had two disciples, Pang Juan and Sun Bin, who learned military strategy from him.

Senior brother Pang Juan came down first to serve King Hui of Wei and became a general. However, he thought that he was not as talented as Sun Bin and would be a formidable enemy in the future, so he deliberately invited Sun Bin to Wei and framed Sun Bin in order to harm the Wei state. He was tortured, his feet were cut off and his face was tattooed, hoping that he would be buried without being able to stand out again.

Sun Bin was in a desperate situation, so he used a trick. He pretended to be shocked after being bitten, and went crazy. He threw away the food as poison, ran to the pig pen, grabbed excrement and pig food and stuffed it into his mouth.

Pang Juan was suspicious, so he imprisoned Sun Bin and sent people to monitor him. After a few years, the situation was still the same, so he relaxed the imprisonment. This gave Sun Bin the opportunity to take advantage of Pang Juanzheng, hook up with the Qi envoy, and successfully escape to Qi, and finally completed the counterattack under a big tree.

This move is called "pretend to be crazy but not crazy"!

Ye Zijin stopped: "But little Gongsun is only nine years old..."

Have you ever heard someone tell this story? Or self-taught?

Hei Fu nodded: "It is precisely because he was only nine years old that he was able to come up with this idea in the treacherous clouds to protect himself. He passed through the hands of the First Emperor and Shu County without anyone harming him. This is pitiful and terrifying at the same time. .”

"A long time ago, I sent Lu Jia to Shu to persuade Chang Yan to help me in the Northern Expedition. One of the conditions was to make Gongsun Jun the emperor."

"One rabbit goes away, and hundreds of people chase it. It is not the rabbit that can be divided into hundreds, but it is not determined by the name. He is a foolish child who can be the emperor. He can keep the rabbit in the cage so that others don't covet it, and he can also make me Take real power.”

"But now it seems that it is no longer possible..."

Ye Zijin smiled and said, "What did I see? The mighty Marquis Wu Zhong, the most powerful person in the world according to Chang Yan, is actually afraid of a nine-year-old child?"

However, Hei Fu was not agitated and murmured: "Do you know why Qin Shihuang had to chase and beat me before he died? He must have forced me to fake my death and seal the coffin to make a final conclusion."

Ye Zijin said: "The First Emperor knew that his fate was not long, and Fusu died. He was afraid that his beloved would disobey the new emperor and subvert the country."

Although, Heifu actually did this later.

Heifu said: "The First Emperor has always been arrogant, but even he would be jealous of me and my youth..."

"The same goes for little Gongsun. In terms of youth, he is better than me. After the New Year, I will be thirty-six years old, and he is only nine years old..."

"If I had to fight, I probably wouldn't be able to survive him. Such a tolerant and smart child will be even more amazing in the future."

Hei Fu can imagine that if he didn't discover the truth about the young Gongsun's forbearance, he would be happy to make him a puppet and let him pretend for decades. In the end, Hei Fu kicked his legs and rolled his eyes. I'm afraid it's about to happen...

Isn't this digging your own grave?

Ye Zijin asked deliberately: "Didn't my beloved ever think of teaching him?"

Hei Fu pointed at two young men practicing swordsmanship outside the door, but in fact they were looking into the inner room: "I'm not even sure I can teach my own son well, how about teaching other people's children? Let's forget it."

He doesn't want to be Zhang Juzheng.

"So, if I set him up, it will only end in tragedy. Either I will die, or I will have to get rid of him before I die, using poison, daggers, Bai Ling..."

Should these things that the black husband used on the Montessori brothers be used on a nine-year-old child, the son of an old friend?

What is the difference between him and Zhao Gao?

"The Fusu family is miserable enough."

Heifu stretched his body and made a decision.

"Let Gongsun Jun stop being an eagle who is placed on a cliff and has to pretend to be a chicken. He will not be grateful. He will only sharpen his beak day and night, brewing hatred for me."

"How will my beloved deal with him?" Ye Zijin was quite worried.

"Let him be a free wild goose."

Heifu smiled and said:

"Send him to a place far, far away, where he doesn't have to pretend to be stupid all his life."

"How far?" Ye's eyes were filled with envy. This was the future she had expected for her children.

"Outside Kyushu."

Ye Zijin breathed a sigh of relief and thought of a good place.

"How about Qiongya Island in Lingnan?"

Her words became gentle: "Didn't my dear friend say that the pearl powder I used was taken from there? The island has white sand, fine waves, and beautiful scenery?"

Heifu gasped, "To this end of the world, this woman is so cruel." But Hainan is too hot, and the conditions are harsh these days. Four out of ten people who go to the island to garrison will die. How can a child bear it? This is not to release him, but to kill him in a different way...

"Go to the southeast of Hainan. The climate there is no different from that of the Central Plains, or..."

Heifu smiled and said: "Farther away!"

Ye Zijin stopped adding any extraneous information and only found a loophole for Heifu.

"My dear man kept saying that Hu Hai was a false emperor and usurped the throne by forging edicts. Who was the real one? People in Qin all thought it was Fusu. So my dear man said that Fusu was dead, and others thought that Fusu was dead. His son, the eldest grandson of the First Emperor is the most qualified..."

This flaw must be closed.

"Who said that Emperor Qin Shihuang wanted to establish Fusu before his death?" Hei Fu smiled.

"Then who should stand up?" Ye Zijin asked.

Heifu stood up: "According to the principle of ordering the elders and younger ones, who will be the successor after Fusu?"

"After Fu Su fled, who did the First Emperor secretly summon in the middle of the night?"

"After Hu Hai usurped the throne, who was the brother he feared the most?"

"Who cared about farming and worked the land personally, but died the most unjust death? Who is the virtuous young master whom the people of Qin still pity?"

"Who is this person for whom I have made such a fuss and mourned?"

Five questions were asked in a row, and there was only one answer.

Ye Zijin understood clearly: "The second son of the First Emperor, whose whole family was executed by the Huhai clan, Young Master Gao..."

"But do the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty believe this statement? Do people in later generations believe it?"

Heifu stood in front of the bronze mirror and breathed at it: "It doesn't matter if the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty believe it or not, but it doesn't matter if the people of later generations don't believe it."

"Because, all of this has been recorded in history books!"

After being wiped by his sleeve, the bronze mirror became brighter. Heifu looked at the powder lightly applied on his face by his wife, which had covered the scratch marks, and said with a smile:

"This powder is applied well!"

…

At the same time, in Xianyang Lilu, the "Northern History" who served in the Taishi Official Office was in the backyard of his home, holding a heavy roll of bamboo slips and urging his son to dig a hole.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's too late!"

Outside, there was a noisy banging on the door, and Lang Wei, a group of Anlu disciples, broke in, followed by the new Taishi Ling wearing a high crown, Heifu's lackey, Shusun Tong.

"Northern History!"

Shusun Tong came to the backyard, looked at Beishi holding the slip in his arms, looked solemn, and ordered:

"Someone is accusing you of copying a copy of the "Qin Ji" written by the pseudo-emperor Hu Haishi, secretly taking it home, and fabricating it without authorization to slander the regent. Hand it over immediately!"

The white-haired old historian had red eyes. He pushed away his son who was afraid of burning the history books. He hugged the historical slips and refused to take a step back. He loudly denounced these evil people who tried to tamper with history.

"Facts are like iron. Once they are forged, they cannot be easily changed!"

"The pen of history is like a knife, and the painting is done and cannot be changed!"

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ps: The next chapter will be in the afternoon.