Hu Hai

In his previous life, Fusu had a quarrel with Yingzheng. In the past, he thought it was because of Yingzheng's arbitrariness and violence. However, as he was in charge, he could only choose the same path as his father among many methods. Fusu gradually understood something. It's not that what I think is better, but because my father doesn't have a better choice.

If it can be ruled by the arch, why does Yingzheng have to do everything by himself and only cause infamy?

After figuring out the key point, Fusu is sincerely convinced of his father, and he no longer has the mentality of confrontation in the past. Sending the processed memorials is no longer a formality, to eliminate Yingzheng's possible doubts about him, but sincerely hopes to learn from his rich political experience. Get advice from your father.

Therefore, Yingzheng's years of touring the world not only did not make the relationship between Fusu and his father and son fade away, but the two had a deeper understanding of each other in their spare time, and they were able to sit down and communicate calmly face to face.

Fusu stood at the door of the big study and said in a respectful yet intimate voice: "Father, my son Fusu begs to see you."

Without raising his head, Ying Zheng smiled and said, "Come in, I'm just talking about you with the prime minister."

Fusu was served by an inner servant to remove the heavy robe, and after a few steps, he walked to Yingzheng and sat down. Before he could sit still, Yingzheng patted Fusu on the shoulder with satisfaction, and said loudly, "I You have been in Xianyang for the past few years, and you have managed your brothers well, and you have not let them waste their time."

When Fusu heard Ying Zheng's praise, the smile on his face subtly changed, and he said in a low voice: "... Regarding the younger brothers, my father and emperor will report this matter in detail."

Ying Zheng praised him quickly, but he was not in Xianyang Palace, and he didn't know the pressure Fusu was under to settle the employment problem for his younger brothers. Looking at Fusu's expression, his originally over-excited spirit gradually calmed down and was replaced by deepness.

"You said."

Fusu pursed his lips tightly, his gentle smile was replaced by seriousness, and he said in a low voice: "Since ancient times, officials have been recommended by the village to be virtuous and famous. Relying on a three-inch tongue to recommend myself, I hope that my neighbors will send him to the princes for a talk, as long as the princes give him favor, he will be able to rise to the top."

Ying Zheng nodded, without any change in expression, and said calmly, "Continue."

But there was a strange idea rising in his heart—what Fusu was going to say, wouldn't it be the same as what he thought?

This idea made Yingzheng uncontrollably feel a sense of pride. He couldn't help but straighten his back and look at the tall and straight figure of his eldest son, feeling extremely satisfied.

Fusu had something on his mind and was respectful to Yingzheng, so he didn't raise his head, still lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice what made him hesitate: "The eldest son of the prime minister followed his ministers to fight in the south and north. He is a rare talent, but the prime minister Obviously unwilling to make him an official, his son met with Li You in private, coaxed him into making a recommendation letter, and asked some questions about how to govern the country. After the school examination, he was promoted to an official and placed as the governor of Sanchuan County. After this incident happened, I realized the benefits of this move—isn’t it better for talents who come out of the school through personal examinations than those recommended by someone? Moreover, the ‘testing’ doesn’t have to meet only one person at a time, or you can issue administrative orders and convene Those who intend to become officials will act in unison, select the most outstanding ones and have them met by the king in person, and the rest will be directly sent to the various ministries, and after a while, they will be sent to the counties and counties to alleviate the lack of officials in Daqin sorry."

The relief in Ying Zheng's eyes was even higher, and when Fusu's words stopped, he immediately said: "Hu Hai and I have discussed this matter, and we have the same opinion as you, this matter is feasible."

The gloom on Fusu's face was completely revealed after Ying Zheng spoke. He frowned and shook his head, and said uncertainly: "Of course the officials who pass the test are not lacking in skills, but their character is..."

Ying Zheng's face darkened instantly, his voice was full of anger, and he asked, "How can people commit crimes in disregard of the law?"

Fusu finally raised his head, smiled wryly and said, "Money touches people's hearts, it's my servant's incompetence."

Ying Zheng didn't say much, but he knew in his heart that the Confucian scholars who refused to follow Qin Chaotang must have caused Fusu a lot of trouble. He patted Fusu on the shoulder and gave him silent support. When he spoke, his eyes froze With a piece of ice on his face, he said coldly: "The purpose of setting up the Doctoral Academy is to recruit talented and learned scholars, and to plan for the future of our Great Qin. Those who can only play lip service will be expelled."

Li Si's heart jumped wildly when he heard Ying Zheng's words, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows to look at Wei Liao. Sure enough, he found that Wei Liao had the same look in his eyes, and the two couldn't help smiling at the same time.

Wei Liao had a bad relationship with officials who were born as Confucian scholars, so he sat aside and let Li Si, who was the most eloquent, speak.

Li Si leaned forward slightly, raised his head to keep a respectful and focused distance from Ying Zheng, and said in a steady and heavy voice, pretending to be embarrassed: "Your Majesty, you have already cleaned up the doctor's palace with the prince before the parade. , There are 73 permanent doctoral officers, three of them go to one, and it has not been completed so far. Is it easy to shake people's hearts if we clean it up now?"

"What do they do? They just move their mouths." Ying Zheng said unhappy.

He had just returned to Xianyang City after a long absence with his youngest son. He saw his close courtiers who accompanied him to conquer the world and his eldest son who was becoming more and more outstanding. When talking with Fusu, he also thought that it was a good way to recruit talents, but he was embarrassed by Confucian scholars. .

You can't blame the close ministers and the eldest son who has high hopes and agrees with his own political views. The mistakes are naturally made by those pedantic and stubborn Confucian scholars!

If they were willing to cooperate a bit, instead of shouting every day that "the Great Qin has no virtue, chaos will arise", how could it shake the hearts of the people?If officials violate the laws of Daqin, they should be dealt with according to the law!

As soon as Yingzheng complained, Wei Liao already understood that the fire was coming, and he interjected without hesitation: "I also think that the court will not tolerate these incompetent people who can only point fingers."

Although Wei Liao was in poor health, he never uttered big words. As soon as he heard him speak, Ying Zheng immediately asked: "Guo Wei has a way to clean up the court?"

Wei Liao raised the corners of his mouth to show a confident smile, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, why did you expel them all at once? Many doctoral officers were kicked out before, and their positions need to be filled. There are many of them hidden in each school. Talented folks, Your Majesty might as well invite them to serve, and after a year or so to investigate what the doctoral officers have done, the group of Confucian scholars who have achieved nothing can naturally let them roll their bags according to the assessment standards of the imperial court..."

Wei Liao paused for a moment, with a smile flickering in his eyes, and said in a drawn-out tone, "...all of you get out."

The hall is full of people who share the same goals as their own, even if they occasionally have differences because of inappropriate details, such differences seem insignificant under the premise of the same general direction, no matter how you say it, everything is not because of " You don't agree with my point of view, so you are wrong" Confucian scholars are too strong.

Wei Liao's method must be praised!

Ying Zheng understood the meaning of Wei Liao's words, couldn't stop the smile in his eyes, and immediately said with a smile: "Guowei is brilliant."

Turning his head, he immediately ordered: "Fusu, report the candidate you have been optimistic about in the past few years. Ten days later, he will be crowned and fill the vacancy in the doctor's palace."

Fusu was about to open his mouth to agree to the matter, when Ying Zheng suddenly clenched his fists with a pale face, his whole body trembled violently, unable to maintain his sitting posture, he leaned forward on the table, completely relying on this heavy The big case keeps the body from falling to the ground.

His teeth collided with each other and made a "clack" sound. He opened his mouth tremblingly, but closed his mouth and clenched his teeth tightly, refusing to make a sound.

Beads of sweat rolled down Yingzheng's gray hair at the temples. He stared at Fusu with wide eyes, and stretched out his hand. Fusu immediately held Yingzheng's palm, and supported him to lie flat not far away. On the couch, he said loudly: "Go and call all the imperial doctors who are traveling with the father, hurry up!"

All the ladies in the big study were paralyzed to the ground by the sudden accident, only Xin Ti and the waiter Liang were still a little sane. Although they were also weak in their hands and feet, they quickly ran out gasping for breath.

Li Si and Wei Liao stepped forward and knelt beside Ying Zheng. Although there was no panic in their eyes, they were full of worry, but even though they were still rational, Ying Zheng's situation left them with nothing to do.

"...on the road,...rem, remnant poison..." Ying Zheng struggled to spit out a few words, his face turned from pale to frightening pale, as if his vitality had been eroded by the poison.

Fu Su clenched Ying Zheng's palm, gritted his teeth, and said, "Father, don't talk about it, the imperial doctor will come soon."

Ying Zhengqiang pursed his lips, but his distorted expression due to pain could only make people feel fear. He shook his head tremblingly, and said tremblingly: "I have had a seizure... It’s been a few times. Nothing, nothing, you, you have done a good job in the past few years, and you will take good care of him in the future... Hu Hai, I don’t worry... Don’t worry about him.”

Fu Su suddenly turned around and shouted: "Call Hu Hai over, call him over immediately!"

Yingzheng raised his hand as if to object, but Fusu pressed his body to prevent Yingzheng's body, which had been repeatedly eroded by poison, from consuming any more. He leaned into Yingzheng's ear and whispered, "Father, Let Hu Hai come over, Erchen knows that you are afraid that he will worry about you, but if he doesn't know...in the future, he will regret it for the rest of his life."

Fusu's voice was tense, his eyes were full of pain, his voice was hoarse and dry, and it seemed that he would cut off at any time and never make a sound again.

Since Hu Hai took a step faster than the imperial doctors who came from outside the palace, the moment he saw Ying Zheng who was paralyzed on the couch, the blood on his face disappeared without a trace. On the ground, Xin Ti was about to step forward to help, but Hu Hai had already got up, rushed to the couch, threw himself down beside Ying Zheng, grabbed his palm, tears rolled down, and choked up: "I don't I know, I didn't even know... Father..."

Ying Zheng held Hu Hai's palm instead, and patted the back of his hand a few times with stiff fingers as a comfort, but Hu Hai's tears that were about to be cured flowed even more fiercely. It was the tear-stained face buried in it, and whispered: "Father, don't worry, I can cure you, I definitely can."

Fusu suddenly remembered the elixir that Hu Hai put into his mouth to save his life, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, but Ying Zheng only thought it was Hu Hai's obsession, and he responded in a low voice and said nothing more.

The imperial doctors obviously knew Yingzheng's situation well, and when they arrived, they were already carrying the decocted medicine.

Fusu supported Ying Zheng, and carefully fed the medicine juice. Seeing that Ying Zheng was gradually falling asleep, he turned his head to look at Hu Hai and said suddenly, "Do you still have the medicine that saved my life?"