Daqin: Five-year-old grandson of the emperor, put his own father in prison

Really, high!

Brilliant to the extreme!

The person who can write this sentence must not be an ordinary civil servant.

epic!

All the civil and military officials present were asking each other whose masterpiece it was.

At this moment,

Everyone didn't notice that Xiao Huangsun, who was drowsy from boredom, suddenly woke up with a jolt.

shit.

Dig the grass!

Who exposed the four sentences of the young master?

Have you considered my feelings?

Too much.

Ying Mu glanced at the inexplicably excited, sour Confucian civil servants who were mesmerized and whispered these four sentences, and felt a little headache.

He felt that he still underestimated these ancient literati's sensitivity and respect for words.

If they knew that this sentence was only created by a five-year-old baby (false), would they go crazy on the spot?

"Your Majesty, I admire this copywriting, and it can definitely be engraved on the stone tablet in front of the Qilin Hall, so that future generations can admire it!"

Li Si was the first to stand up and express his opinion.

When he said this, it was equivalent to giving up his right to leave his name on the stele.

Can't compare but can't compare, as a prime minister, he still has some guts.

"I agree! This is an ancient quatrain comparable to the words of a sage!"

Fusu was equally astonished.

"I don't know who is a talented colleague who wrote such a beautiful sentence through the ages? Can your majesty let him come forward and let me pay my respects."

Feng Jie, the imperial historian, said excitedly.

"That's right, Your Majesty, who is this person? Come out and let us see."

On the dragon chair, Ying Zheng laughed out loud, and asked noncommittally:

"Therefore, all the nobles agree that these four sentences are the most qualified to be engraved on the stone tablet in front of the Qilin Hall, to encourage all officials, and to live forever, right?"

The ministers looked at each other, helplessly convinced and shouted:

"Yes, I have no objection at all."

At this time, Hu Hai, who was silent beside him, suddenly brightened his eyes.

In line with the idea that the ministers oppose it, I support it, and the ministers support the concept that Lao Tzu wants to oppose.

Hu Hai jumped out excitedly again, raised his hand and shouted:

"Wait, there is no objection!"

Ying Zheng gave Hu Hai a hard look, then suddenly sneered and said:

"Hai'er, what's your opinion?"

"Father, 290 Erchen feels that these four sentences are exaggerated. They are not domineering at all, and they are completely inferior to Erchen's copywriting."

Hu Hai said confidently.

The ministers were speechless for a while.

Mr. Hu Hai, can you show some face?

Is it okay to be young and have no sense of shame?

However, Hu Hai completely ignores everyone's contempt, and now he only believes in one dead truth:

Royal father wants to suppress you sour Confucian civil servants today, although I don't know what method his old man uses,

But as long as I fight against you bunch of sour scholars, I can't be wrong.

Father, just wait to praise me, I, Hu Hai, am the one who has one heart with you and is most qualified to inherit the great line!

Hu Hai puffed out his chest, thinking happily.

Ying Zheng swept Hu Hai coldly for a few seconds,

Finally, he said with a dark face:

"Zhao Gao, tell them who created these four sentences?"

"Old slave obey!"

Zhao Gao stood up immediately, and first gave Hu Hai a supercilious look with his eyes of hating iron but not steel,

Then squeezed his thin throat and shouted loudly:

"Set up a heart for the world, a life for the people, a legacy for the saints, and peace for all generations.

"These four sentences were created by Your Majesty, Ying Zheng!"

"Your Majesty is so talented and bold that he overwhelms all the ministers. This old slave admires him!"

what! ! ?

moment,

In the court hall, everyone present was dumbfounded!

Chapter 192: Carved directly in the middle of the main hall,

192,

Zhao Gao announced the news in a sharp voice.

All civil and military officials were completely dumbfounded.

Everyone seemed to have been tapped, and they stayed where they were, dumbfounded.

For a while, the hall was silent, so quiet that a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Mom pulls a stick.

Are you kidding me?

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Such incisive four sentences are actually created by His Majesty?

Damn it.

Is the sun coming out west?

Isn't His Majesty a famous tyrant?

When did the cultural level become so high?

All civil and military officials were in disbelief, staring at Ying Zheng on the golden throne, as if they were looking at some strange animal.

"how?"

"Can widows not write articles?"

"A widow is not worthy to leave a name in front of the Qilin Palace?"

"I told you from the beginning that the widow studied until late at night every night and accumulated a lot of feelings.

"These four sentences are just one of the experiences I have summed up.

"The widow still has a lot of wonderful words, which have not been made public."

"What's so strange about that?"

Ying Zheng said calmly, without blushing or beating heart.

Baiguan: "..."

At this moment, Qin Mu, who had been making soy sauce in the court hall, was also surprised.

But unlike all civil and military officials, what surprised him was that Ying Zheng was shameless!

Wang Defa! ?

These are obviously the four sentences of Hengqu created by the young master.

When did you become a bad old man, your reading experience?

Oh my god.

The earth.

You open your eyes.

See how shameless this man is?

In front of the (pseudo) original author, openly plagiarized the original owner's manuscript.

I'm ashamed to boast and brag!

Grandpa Huang, your shameless skill has reached a level that has never been seen before or since.

"Ah bah."

Qin Mu puffed his cheeks, and gave Ying Zheng several supercilious glances with naked contempt.

However, Qin Mu didn't intend to expose the bad old man.

He is only a five-year-old baby, even if the exposure was written by him, the officials would not believe it even more.

Taking a step back, even if the officials are willing to believe it, Qin Mu doesn't want to cause this trouble.

These ancient scholars were all very crazy. For a few small articles of tofu, they made their heads burn and looked for death and life without thinking about food and tea. That was a routine operation.

For example, the "Burning of Books" II Confucianism incident.

Ying Zheng definitely didn't want to do this at first.

If you kill these scholars, your reputation will be stinky, and it will be a lose-lose situation for both sides.

But Ying Zheng couldn't help it.

No matter how you persuade them, these scholars just don't listen.

Just to die.

All kinds of things.

For example, citing Confucian classics, borrowing the words of ancient sages to criticize current politics, writing small articles about tofu, and slandering and mocking Yingzheng.

In the end, the big brother Yingzheng became very angry, and a military order went down, and everyone died for the widow, even if the widow was called a tyrant, I would kill you.

Then, even though Ying Zheng killed so many scholars, he didn't reach the point of killing one to make an example.

These Confucian literati only restrained a little bit, and still made troubles secretly, not caring about their own lives at all.

Therefore, the ancient scholars were so crazy, their hearts were higher than the sky, and their fate was lower than that of a dog.

Qin Mu felt that it would be better for him not to get involved in this circle, so as not to look like his father who is a ghost, brainwashed by Confucianism every day, and it doesn't look normal.

At this moment, Qin Shihuang, who was sitting high on the golden throne, was condescending, seeing all the expressions and reactions of civil and military officials.

Not to mention how happy he is now.

Magby's.

You bastard civil servants, all of you are arrogant and arrogant, and treat the widow as illiterate.

When I have nothing to do, I secretly write articles about tofu cubes to mock Lao Tzu.

Do you think the widow doesn't know?

The widow is now using his own way to deal with his own body, and slapped you in the face from the literary level.

Whoosh, cool!

Ying Zheng didn't show any signs on the surface, but he was very happy in his heart.