Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"The king has been dead for more than a few days, and now there is not even a person to support the spirit. Is this the loyalty and righteous way of you as ministers?"

In the mourning hall, the Qin King's spiritual position was stopped in the middle, and a group of princes Fengjun stood in a circle around the coffin. The royal court officials stood on one side, watching the two concubines faced each other coldly.

"What did my sister say?"

Zhao Ji was wearing mourning clothes and walked up in a silence. Looking at the beautiful lady who was talking loudly, her expression became more charming and enchanting.

"There are evil rituals. The crown prince supports the spirits. All the ministers heard the will of the king. They ordered Zizheng to succeed to the throne. Now that the crown prince is fighting outside, the ministers respect the king's order to stop the spirits. How could there be any disloyalty?"

Mrs. Xiuli bit her teeth tightly, looked at Zhao Ji fiercely, clenched her fists with both hands, and said sternly:

"If Zhao Zheng has not returned for a day, the king will not be buried for a day. If Zhao Zheng has not returned for a year, the king will not be able to stop here for a year? What kind of morality will it be!"

As she said that, she turned around and looked at the clan relatives and said loudly:

"Then the people didn't know what Zhao Zheng did.

This person has returned to Qin three years ago and rarely returns to Xianyang. Now that the king has died, he even has a letter to him. What qualifications does this person have to support the spirit for my king?

Please ask yourself, who are the young masters here, Fengjun, are not qualified than him!"

"Oh? For example, my sister's playboy, Chang'an?"

Zhao Ji was originally a singer. She started from a short distance and reached her current status step by step. She could guess Mrs. Xiuli's thoughts with her toes.

When Mrs. Xiuli heard this, her eyes widened, she glared at Zhao Ji indignantly, and shouted loudly:

"Qualification? Who here is not qualified than Zhao Zheng?

Now we have not even found out whether Zhao Zheng is my king's bloodline. Who knows if this person is the bastard born to you and Lu Buwei in an affair?"

"you!!!"

This sentence hit Zhao Ji's shame, which made her lose all her demeanor and pointed at Mrs. Xiuli in anger.

But Mrs. Xiuli didn't care at all when she saw this, and looked at Zhao Ji with a meaningful expression.

"What? I've hit the pain point?"

Although she spoke to Zhao Ji again, the light in her eyes kept scanning the ministers. Seeing everyone watching their noses, their noses were as if they were sitting there like a fool, she was very disappointed.

"Oh? Gu didn't expect that Mrs. Xiuli would slander Gu as a wild breed..."

A low voice came to everyone's ears through the closed door.

"Someone in the palace dared to speak wildly. It seems that the father was too fond of you, which made you arrogant because you were arrogant because you were not aware of your favor!"

The door opened, and a cold-faced boy swept through the cold spring cold, and he was approaching.

I saw this man looked straight and striding with his head. After entering the door, he came straight to the front of the coffin and fell to the ground. He bowed respectfully and bowed four times. He stood up and looked around for a while. He looked at him with great courage.

"You are just slandering me!"

Seeing the beautiful lady with a hatred expression, Ying Zheng stopped in front of the coffin of the mourning hall, his eyes slightly condensed and his expression was very cold.

"What? Your mother dares to do it, but won't let me say it?"

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this, looked back at Zhao Ji, nodded slightly, and then looked at Lie Shuchen. His originally indifferent face showed a hint of sarcasm, and he said:

"Is this statement clear? "

"Why do you need to prove it clearly? This is something that everyone knows. The face of my Qin royal family has been lost to you and your mother and son!"

Now that things have come to this point, Mrs. Xiuli doesn't care about her face anymore.

Just this hurdle, if you have passed the wealth and great honor, you cannot overcome the death of your own family and the death of your family, what else can you be reserved for?

"You slander!"

When Zhao Ji heard Mrs. Xiuli's words, she was furious and took two steps forward and wanted to take action.

Mrs. Xiuli saw Zhao Ji's intentions, looked at her disdain, and took two steps forward, saying contemptuously:

"What? I just want to do it if I can't say it. Do you think the court officials in the hall are all ignorant people?"

"You don't have to instigate me here!"

Ying Zheng walked up, grabbed Zhao Ji's wrist, looked at her and said softly:

"Leave this matter to the son minister, and it will not let some irresponsibility disturb the reputation of the father. Don't worry about the mother!"

Ying Zheng gently used force and sent Zhao Ji aside, turned to look at the beautiful lady with a look of beauty, and asked calmly:

"You haven't told Orocrat yet, where is your evidence!"

"Evidence? What else do you want? What your mother does is the biggest evidence!"

When Ying Zheng heard Mrs. Xiuli's words, he pursed his lips, shook his head slightly, and frowned and said:

"In other words, the lady's words have no real evidence, but based on her imagination, she slandered the orphan?

You are so brave, are you kidding me, Qin Fa?”

As he said that, without waiting for Mrs. Xiuli to defend herself, she turned to look at the minister beside her and asked sternly:

"Who can tell the orphans that according to my laws and regulations of the Great Qin, what crime should be slandered!"

The ministers of the seat looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up and answer.

"You are furious and I'm touching the truth. Do you want to silence me? Ah? If you say you are the son of the King of Qin, how dare you prove your innocence in front of the relatives and ministers of the Mantang?"

Hearing Ying Zheng's words, Mrs. Xiuli finally became anxious, pointed at Ying Zheng, and shouted loudly.

Ying Zheng ignored it, looked at the Duke of Man Tang, narrowed his eyes and repeatedly asked:

"What? You are all pillars of Qin, but you don't even remember the foundation of our Qin State?

Can anyone tell me what crime should be slandered in Qin State?"

The court officials have never understood the character of the new king and dare not interfere in casually.

Ying Zheng looked at the silent ministers, glanced around, and asked directly:

"Tingwei, where is my Qin State Tingwei?"

Among the ministers, a man in a white linen robe stood up, faced Ying Zheng, and bowed respectfully.

"I, no, pay homage to the prince!"

"No gift!"

Ying Zheng looked at this person with a slightly moving expression, revealing a hint of interest.

"Han Fei's master, Mr. Guanlan, once commented on the heroes of the world with me. He talked about Han Qing. I wonder if Han Qing wants to hear what his master said about you?"

When Han Fei heard this, he bowed respectfully and said calmly:

"I, I hope to hear the details!"

Seeing his behavior, Ying Zheng nodded slightly and said loudly:

"My master once said that all the schools of thought and the Legalists in the world should regard you as the most respected one. He said that you are a master who gathers magic power and is a rare talent in a century. I wonder if you agree?"

When Han Fei heard this, a warm current rose in his heart, and another polite greeting, and said respectfully:

"Mr. Guanlan praised it, but I really don't dare to take it!"

Ying Zheng waved his sleeves wide and said loudly:

"Han Qing's works are often studied, and he has gained a lot. Han Qing doesn't have to be too humble!"

As he said that, he looked at the silent Lady Xiuli again and asked loudly:

"As my Qin Dynasty lieutenant, Gu is relieved. I also asked Han Qing to tell Yu Gu clearly, what should this slander be punished?"

"this..."

Han Fei was silent when he heard this, looking at Mrs. Xiuli's red eyes, unable to answer for a long time.

"Oh? You don't know!"

Ying Zheng looked at Han Fei's behavior and his face became dangerous.

Han Fei was shocked when he heard this. He realized that the actions of his ministers had aroused the fear of the new king. He frowned and said slowly:

"Prince Mingjian, in accordance with the laws and regulations of the Qin Dynasty, falsely accused him and resigned!"

"False accusation?"

Ying Zheng heard the meaning of Han Fei's words, turned his head and looked at Han Fei, staring at him with his eyes tightly, and asked word by word:

"Han Qing is sure he is falsely accusing him of the position?"

Slander and false accusation are two completely different statements. Slander refers to fabricating facts to detract from reputation.

But false accusations refer to fabricating facts and framed through public power.

These are two completely different concepts, and the conviction methods are completely different.

Han Fei naturally understood what the new king meant, took a deep breath, slowly bowed to the ground, and said with a stern voice:

"Prince Mingjian, according to our Qin laws and regulations, he is indeed falsely accusing him of rebellion. I dare not deceive him at all!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng looked at Han Fei deeply and said slowly:

"Tingwei is an important minister in charge of the criminal law of the Great Qin Dynasty, and a famous legal scholar mentioned by his master. Tingwei believed in his words.

Since that's the case, today's affairs will be abolished. I hope the Tingwei will be able to learn more and fill in the firewood for my Qin legal system!"

After saying that, he ignored Han Fei, who was so grateful that he and the beautiful lady with a dark face turned to look at the ministers and asked loudly:

"I have been on the border for a long time and worked in the six countries for war. A few days ago, the six countries in Shandong sent envoys to surrender. I dared not be good at it, so I rushed back to Xianyang with a quick horse.

When I came here, I learned that my father died. I wonder if my father had a will?"

"There is an edict, and my king has an edict!"

A loud shout came from outside the door. Ying Zheng looked back and saw a sharp look in his eyes. He looked at the visitor lightly, without saying a word.

The person who came was panting and didn't care about sweating. He came to Ying Zheng in front of him in two steps, bowed respectfully, and said in a trembling voice:

"Old minister, Lu Buwei has seen the prince!"