[Qin] Qin Shi

"Qin Ershi Hu Hai?" The general sitting on the main seat sneered, looked at the messenger standing below, and closed the silk cloth in his hand, "Is this the first government order of His Majesty after he ascended the throne?"

The messenger stood in the middle of the room. Even though it was July, he felt the true coldness of winter: "General, my lord general, could it be that you want to disobey the order and disrespect..." He trembled The two strands clearly revealed his true emotions at the moment.

But Bai Shu didn't care, he leaned back on the seat, and casually threw the edict on the ground.The golden brocade cloth with words written on it spread out on the ground in front of the messenger. Perhaps because of his hidden thoughts, the messenger only felt that the word "suicide" on it was particularly dazzling.

"Do you think I will believe this thing?" Still with that lazy look, the courier felt that he was in front of a beast that had just woken up from a deep sleep. It was obviously a loose look, but it made him feel that the other party would be in the next second. He would pounce on him and tear himself to shreds.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is the destiny of heaven—" He tried to make his tone more reasonable, "Yanbei Jun privately mobilized soldiers without the emperor's order, but he did not wear the emperor's filial piety for the national funeral, and even Xianyang resisted the order If you don't comply, if it's not for His Majesty's benevolence, it will be a serious crime to punish the three clans."

Bai Shu let out a second laugh: "Is that so." He stood up, stepped on the spread of the floor with his black boots, and said quietly, "The gentleman has made meritorious deeds in suppressing the rebellion. How about making up for the merits and demerits?"

Obviously only one person, but the messenger sensed the momentum of thousands of troops clearing the way for him, he couldn't help but took half a step back, regretting why he would accept such a task that day: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty benevolence—"

He couldn't finish his words, he just felt a chill on his neck, and the world was pitch black.

"Tsk, Your Majesty?" Bai Shu shook off the bright red liquid stained on the sword, "He deserves it too." He took a sword flower, wiped off all the blood on the sword, and put it in the sheath.

After watching the excitement, the person who had been hiding in the back came out slowly. He looked at the head rolling down on the ground with disgust, and avoided the blood that was still spreading: "Brother Bai, such a good blanket, If you don’t want it anymore, it’s good to give it to Jian, it’s a pity to waste it like this.”

Bai Shu didn't bother to talk to Wang Jian, who was getting older and more skinny: "This is something to wrap that dead man, are you sure you want it?"

Wang Jian choked for a moment: "Boring junior," his muddy boots were crushed on the blanket, "You really plan to divide the army."

"Well," Bai Shu walked around the table, took out something wrapped in cloth from the drawer, and spread it out in his hands, "Although we temporarily stopped Meng Tian and the others, it's not justifiable in the end - you still need to go this far trip."

In the center of the handkerchief is the Tiger Talisman that Zhao Gao and others can't find anywhere, representing the King of Great Qin.

Bai Shu broke off the tiger talisman, and threw the half of it that belonged to the minister to Wang Jian: "Li Xin can't get away there, after you find Meng Tian, ​​ask him to change with Wang Li, and you help him calm Baiyue. Return to Xianyang again."

Wang Jian was not surprised that both halves of the tiger talisman were in Bai Shu's hands. He raised his hand to catch the tiger talisman, and asked who the 'he' was referring to: "Meng Tian?"

"No, of course it's your grandson." Bai Shu glanced at Wang Jian coldly, "Don't say you can't beat Baiyue."

"The so-called peace?" This is naturally impossible, "What kind of victory does Yanbei Lord want?"

Since there is no problem, Bai Shu is too lazy to talk nonsense: "Those who are not ministers, kill." His tone was indifferent, "At this time, Shu has no time to spend time with this group of guys who don't have eyes. After you calm down Baiyue, you From the southwest to the Central Plains to suppress the rebellion, the same sentence, kill."

The sloppy smile on Wang Jian's face dissipated in an instant. He looked straight at the young man standing with his hands behind his back, and rarely showed the prestige of an elder: "You know what you are talking about, right?"

"Naturally." Bai Shu rewrapped the remaining half of the Tiger Talisman and stuffed it into his bosom, "Shu said, kill."

Seeing that the other party was indeed not joking, Wang Jian couldn't help feeling sad when he put away the tiger talisman: "Your Majesty would not want to see you make this decision—although speaking from your position, if he were in your position, He'll make the same decision—but Jian's routine persuasion."

Bai Shu was not angry either, he sat down again in front of the desk, looked at Wang Jian who was standing under him: "You can persuade me."

Wang Jian choked at these words. He looked at the younger generation who had already started to devote themselves to government affairs, and said no, and said no: "When you invade Xianyang, what do you plan to do——Mr. After leaving Xianyang, you are also the one with a bad reputation."

"Fu Su is fine." Bai Shu spread out the bamboo slips in his hand, rolled up his sleeves and put the brush on Wei Mo, "He has been able to deal with Zhao Gao and Li Si without too much help, what he has done is already done." Very good."

The pen and ink fell on the bamboo slips.

"That's right," Wang Jian inserted his sleeves and sat down on a side table, "To be honest, that night, the old man thought he was going to repeat the heroic deeds of protecting His Majesty from Handan back then. And you."

Thinking of the day when he sneaked into the palace, the young man under the lamp sat upright and rejected his request with a smile: "If Fusu goes with you, the head will fall to the ground before the front foot leaves the Qin Palace." '

"You said that if he goes away with Jian, the people you leave behind will really kill him directly?" A gleam of light flashed in Wang Jian's black eyes. His enemy was cut under the sword, "Your Majesty kept you, isn't it just for the eldest son."

Bai Shu didn't stop writing on the bamboo slips: "No, Your Majesty keeps Shu for the sake of the world."

"What's the difference?" Wang Jian really didn't understand these two people, "Why don't you let those royalists from the court surround Su Su?"

"Look at how Fusu's methods are. If his methods are not as good as Hu Hai's, then he doesn't have to take this position." There is nothing to hide, "In this world, the capable have always been inhabited."

Wang Jian clicked his tongue: "Does Your Majesty know your dangerous thoughts?"

"The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country. Have you ever heard of it?" Bai Shu didn't lift his head. ——When he grows up, he needs to walk this road by himself after all.”

Wang Jian only felt shuddering: "Does Your Majesty know your dangerous thoughts?"

he asked again.

Bai Shu evaded his question: "Isn't he doing a good job? Even though half of the courtiers in the court secretly maintained neutrality, he can still pull his other younger brothers who have their own thoughts behind them to fight against Hu Hai and others." It's pretty even."

Wang Jian frowned and looked at Bai Shu, apparently unable to accept his decision.

"If he can only think of relying on others to stabilize his throne, and he doesn't even have the idea of ​​'fighting with his life', then he can only be a conservative king."

"Is this not enough?" Sometimes Wang Jian really didn't understand what His Majesty and Bai Shu were thinking, "Do you know what people in the world say about you now? If you act so brightly and aboveboard, if you don't restrain yourself in the future, I'm afraid it will be..."

"After a hundred years, a successful king may be fine, but in a hundred years, he can only be an ambitious king who expands his territory." Bai Shu looked up at Wang Jian, "Your Majesty also thinks that he can protect the world for a hundred years. "

As a result, his rule ended in just a few decades.

Zhao Gao, Li Si, who else contributed to the flames or stood by.

Not one can escape.

Those who made him leave with hatred, don't even try to run away.

Wang Jian looked at the person whose half face was in the shadow, and leaned back half the village, with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Bai Shu," he rarely called out his full name, "to be a human being, one must learn to let go."

"Shu is very relaxed," Bai Shu looked at the ink stains on the bamboo slips, and sucked up the excess ink with a cloth placed aside, "If you really can't think about it, Shu should kill everyone when he finds out that His Majesty is dead." He was buried with him."

"Those people, Zhao Gao has already killed them for you." Wang Jian sighed again, "You know what Jian said."

Bai Shu hung the pen in his hand on the pen holder, crossed his hands on the table, and looked up at Wang Jian: "You should go, it will take some time to get from here to Li Xin's place."

Seeing off guests like this, Wang Jian still sat on the table, looking at Bai Shu motionlessly: "You haven't slept for a few days." He changed the topic that seemed unrelated, "Just don't think about the living. , and occasionally think about the dead."

There was ice in the light-colored eyes.

Wang Jian looked at those amber eyes that were as cold as stone, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "The last sentence."

"You already said it."

"Young master, did Zhao Gao and the others say that he apologized with death?"

"Alive."

"Then where is he now?"

Bai Shu didn't answer, Wang Jian's 'sentence' was obviously finished, he stared straight at Wang Jian, like a lifeless puppet, with dead silence in his beautiful eyes, it was the one who had galloped on the battlefield for many years Wang Jian was also horrified by his look.

"Okay, okay." Wang Jian stood up, "Jian will set off now, to the East China Sea." He said.

Just when Wang Jian lifted the curtain with his hand, he heard a voice like talking to himself: "Xianyang."

Without stopping, Wang Jian knew that it was not his own illusion, but that the other party was answering his previous question.

Where is the eldest son Fusu now?

Xianyang

"Is he crazy!" Zhao Gao circled in front of Yutu again and again, "Isn't Fusu still in Xianyang? Do you want to make this rebellion too!"

Li Si sat aside, although he also had a sullen face, but he looked much calmer than Zhao Gao: "You and I should have thought that there would be such a day, this mad dog, except His Majesty, no one can hold this matter, sooner or later Do you know it?"

"This is Xianyang!" Zhao Gao's voice suddenly rose, which obviously frightened Hu Hai who was on the side. The young man shrank his neck and inserted into the conversation in a low voice, "If I recognize him as the father of Zhong, respect him as the father of the country , will he..."

"Don't even think about it," Zhao Gao gritted his teeth, "If you really welcome him in, you and I don't even want to have a good life--then Fusu is half of his student, and he can ignore him in our hands. the facts!"

The more he talked, the more angry he became: "Damn it, if I knew that day, I shouldn't have given Fusu to death." He gave Hu Hai, the twelfth son, a hard look, "You said you couldn't bear it for half a day, that guy has no wife and no children. ——If we still have Fusu in our hands at this moment, we wouldn’t be so passive.”