Hu Hai

"...What? Fan Yuqi committed suicide by bumping into a pillar?!" Ying Zheng stood up in shock as he supported the big case. Did you have any abnormalities before you died?"

Before the guards came to report, they had already asked the guards guarding him about Fan Yuqi's changes on the road. Hearing Ying Zheng's question, he immediately replied: "The guard guarding the prison car once heard a sentence in his identity. Looks so similar'."

Ying Zheng frowned even more, he couldn't help but glanced at Fu Su, and suddenly said, "Zhao Gao, which way did you go when you came back?"

Zhao Gao said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, when I was going out, I drove out from the north gate with Mr. Hu Hai, and went straight to the Lantian camp. On the way back, Mr. Hu Hai heard that Mr. Chang mentioned that there is a market today, so he took a detour and returned from the west gate... …to buy sugar paintings.”

Ximen is on the same road as Yunyang State Prison under Tingwei Mansion, if Fusu and Hu Hai are driven by Zhao Gao, they may indeed meet Fan Yuqi who is being escorted.

"...Ximen, no wonder." Ying Zheng nodded, waved to the guards and said, "Go down."

Afterwards, he looked at Wang Wan, Li Si and the others and said, "Although Fan Yuqi committed suicide, since he has been arrested and returned to the country, let all counties and counties be informed of Fan Yuqi's crimes."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Wang Wan replied in a low voice without asking another word.

He is a veteran minister who has experienced the succession of Yingzheng but has no title of ruler but no rights of ruler, and finally raised troops to regain the kingship. From the short answer between Yingzheng and the guards, it is already clear what the words came from Fan Yuqi's mouth. Meaning——At first glance, Mr. Fusu and King Xiaowen are very similar in outline. They are both high-school children with clear eyebrows and gentle temperament. This is enough to prove that King Qin Yingzheng is the blood of King Xiaowen, not what Fan Yuqi has always insisted on Son of Lu Buwei.

But Mr. Fusu is far taller and resourceful than his grandfather, not as weak and incompetent as his grandfather.

Wang Wan sneered in her heart. With the great talent and general plan of the king, how could he be the son of a soft-handed businessman like Lu Buwei?What's more, at that time, there were many veterans in the court. If the king had any similarities with Lu Buwei, the king would have no way to mobilize the army to suppress the rebellion of his younger brother, son Cheng Jiao.

In fact, it is precisely because of the existence of the eldest son who looks more and more like King Xiaowen that none of the old officials who assisted His Majesty back then started making noises, saying that His Majesty is not of King Xiaowen's blood, but Fan Yuqi is not really His Majesty. The confidant general, his military achievements are not high enough to meet the young eldest son raised in the deep palace, so he doesn't know anything about it.

But then again, Wang Wan really never thought that Fan Yuqi, a military general who has always been famous for his straightforwardness, would care about the vulgar rumors about people from the Six Kingdoms slandering the king's life experience.

Yingzheng regained his composure, and immediately brought the conversation in the study back to Chaozheng: "I don't know where the special envoy of Yan Kingdom has gone?"

Before the courtier could speak, Hu Hai already wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and said, "Yes, he came and left early so that Father could take us to Zhangtai to escape the summer heat. The weather in Sanfu is too hot."

Ying Zheng glared at Hu Hai pretending to be annoyed: "What? You will be proud of memorizing the Book of Songs? There are still countless volumes in the widow's treasury waiting for you to learn. Also, haven't you been pestering Fusu to call me?" Teaching martial arts, now you dislike the hot weather, and few people will see that your heart in practicing martial arts is not sincere."

Fusu looked at Fusu and smiled without saying a word. Huhai scratched his face, looked around for a week, and said playfully: "The cool environment is for better martial arts practice. I am in a good mood to study hard when I am in good health! Dad, Are you willing to let the prime minister sweat with you?"

As Hu Hai said, he glanced at Ying Zheng's sweat-drenched chest, and said in a low voice, "Father, you can't wear clothes these days. You change several sets a day, and there are little red spots on your chest. Let's go to enjoy the cool as soon as possible, let's go!"

"You child, what are you talking about!" Ying Zheng shook his head, with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at Hu Hai with conniving eyes.

Although he taught Hu Hai a lesson, Ying Zheng agreed with him in his heart.

Yan Guo's assassination of the Qin Dynasty is destined to be an impossible joke. Ying Zheng only needs to put on an appearance of paying attention to Yan Guo's envoys. Exposure to the sun is just to make the acting more realistic.

Yingzheng went through the details that might be exposed in his mind, and he was sure that leaving Xianyang Palace and going to Zhangtai to escape the summer heat would not cause any major harm. He nodded directly and said, "I don't care about your face, but Guowei is not in good health. Let's go to Zhangtai with the widow according to the old rules, so as not to make your old cough worse in the scorching summer."

Wei Liao cupped his hands and smiled, and did not express his gratitude, but brought the topic together with Wang Wan to the next ceremony of how to "entertain" the envoys of Yan State to present gifts.

"Although the intent of Yan Guo's offer of pictures is not fulfilled, this is the first time since the king came to the East to welcome a distinguished guest. I think it is better to find out the sharp blade in the assassin's hand so that he can't assassinate. Then complete the gift, and then issue the letter of credence Angrily reprimanded the submissive Yan Kingdom for being rude, and ordered them to cut down the city to make amends." Li Si spoke first, but the direction of his thinking was very interesting.

Both Yingzheng and Wei Liao raised their eyebrows, and asked excitedly: "Oh? What Tingwei means is that I can save the swallows without attacking them?"

Li Si showed a calm smile in the disapproving eyes of Wang Wan, Meng Yi, and Wei Liao. He reached out and clicked on the cowhide map in the center of the big case. A gleam flashed in his eyes, but the smile on his face became more and more kind: Therefore, we are afraid of Yan State, not because of Yan State’s military strength or the sageness of the country’s leader. What we fear is Yan State, an 800-year-old prince who has been treacherous for 800 years. Yan State forms alliances as we like—but if we force Yan State to stay The land is as scarce as that of the Zhou Emperor, and he has to rely on the Qin State to keep it, so there is no capital to betray?"

Fusu suddenly understood Li Si's meaning, his eyes fell on the extreme east, and he blurted out: "Tingwei means that after Yannan, we will take Liaodong again, completely eradicate the 15 frontier troops in Yandi, and at the same time cut off the northward escape of Yan. Goguryeo's retreat!"

"The eldest son is smart, that's exactly what I mean." Li Si smiled and nodded.

Pointing his index finger on the map, he lightly drew a circle along the map of Yan State, but when Li Si ticked off the land of Yannan and the vast territory of Liaodong, the entire Yan State was surrounded by only a few isolated cities Jicheng, the capital of the country, is like a lone boat floating in the ocean, about to capsize.

Wang Wan, who originally did not agree with this matter, showed approval earlier than Wei Liao. He put his hands together, patted his eyes comfortably, and said jokingly: "Yan has 20 elites, 15 frontier troops, and nearly seven Wan's Wang Jun, if there is no rich Yannan and rice-producing Liaodong, I think it is a good idea to let them stay in Jicheng with Yan Wangxi and Yan Taizidan. Hey, after so many years, they have been I heard that the Yan army does not need to eat food for war, but this old man really wants to see if this rumor is true or not!"

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect the Prime Minister to be so serious and say such ridiculous words!" Ying Zheng was amused by Wang Wan and laughed.

Wang Wan waved her hands nonchalantly, and said leisurely: "When I was young, I worked in the Pedestrian Administration and traveled around the world. I often heard Yan Wangxi talking about it. I am an 800-year-old prince in Yan, and there are countless warriors in the country. You can fight with your will alone. It is a pity that although I always hear the saying of Yan Wangxi, I have never seen Yan's army travel without food and grass."

Wei Liao then laughed, stretched out his hand and gestured to Daidi, and said without any shame: "In this way, why should you be afraid of the alliance between Dai Wang Jia and the Yan Kingdom? There are still 22 soldiers in Daidi, and the two countries together are only a small piece of land. , How to feed 65 mouths. Let the people of the two countries riot and destroy the country by themselves, it is really better."

Ying Zheng was in a good mood when he heard that, and directly ordered Zhao Gao to draw up an order to act quickly, complete the etiquette process according to the "Zhou Rituals" within a month, and welcome the "Special Envoy of the Kingdom of Yan" with the most extravagant and grand court meeting.

"Great! We can go to Zhangtai!" Hu Hai cheered, and shook Ying Zheng's arm, while Fu Su, who was sitting beside him, gradually frowned.

Although Fusu agrees with Li Si's approach of subduing others without fighting, he has already experienced the road of unifying the world, but he understands that if he wants to completely conquer the fertile soil of Kyushu, he must completely destroy other countries. If it exists, then the state of Qin cannot be regarded as having completely fulfilled the wishes of its ancestors. Therefore, Li Si's proposal can only be used as a temporary method.

Right now, it seems that the father has been gradually blinded by Qin's prosperity and successive victories, and has gradually forgotten his original goal. There is no doubt in accepting this idea.

But Fusu also understands that at this moment, his father will never listen to his advice - if there is no failure that shocks his father, he will never wake up from the dream of the overlord.

Even so, Fusu couldn't help opening his mouth to remind his father, he can't just watch his father become arrogant...

"Big brother?"

A soft calling sounded in Fusu's ear, interrupting what Fusu was about to say. He lowered his head to meet Hu Hai's worried expression, and was a little surprised to find that Hu Hai didn't know when he would nestle back to his side again.

Fusu suddenly realized that he was not even the slightest bit prepared for Hu Hai's approach.

Fusu hugged Hu Hai's warm body in his arms, picked up the bamboo fan to fan him, and pressed it to Hu Hai's ear without any trace, and said softly, "It's nothing."

"Brother, don't always frown." Hu Hai, who had been shouting hot before, twisted his body to avoid the cold wind, raised his hand to rub Fusu's slightly frowning brows, and whispered against his neck, "Brother, don't worry." Only those who are happy will have good things happen every day.”

Fusu looked at Hu Hai's serious eyes, couldn't help showing off his face and smiling, thinking: ... However, with Yan Kingdom's capricious style, it will definitely bring some troubles to the father, so that the father can recover. Calm down, I really have nothing to worry about.

At the beginning, without his own participation, the father and the king led the ministers to flatten Kyushu.

After figuring out the tangled issues in his heart, Fusu regained his gentle expression, quickly packed his luggage and went to Zhangtai with Yingzheng to escape the summer heat.

Fu Su sat in the carriage with Hu Hai in his arms all the way, listening to him chirp admiring the mountains and rivers or talking about the world, he felt very comfortable, but Jing Ke who was also on the road was filled with a strange and irritable mood in his heart.

He glanced sideways at Qin Wuyang, who was always holding his head upright beside him, a huge pimple appeared between his brows, and he felt even more irritable.

Even if they were not going to assassinate the King of Qin, they were also going to present the map of Dukang, the land of Yannan. What is there to be proud of in such a traitorous act?

Qin Wuyang raised his head high all the way. Could the things around his neck be decorations?

Walking with such a stupid and crazy murderer all the way, Jing Ke is really not sure, and he can't help but feel that his trip is stupid.