I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

The laws of the Qin Dynasty were unshakable. Fornication between eunuchs and maids was prohibited in the Xianyang Palace.

Zhao's voice was mixed with tears, and he hugged Ying Zheng's legs tightly at the moment of life and death, crying, "Your Majesty, this slave is a dog, Your Majesty's dog. This dog has served you for decades, but dogs also know something. It hurts and warms me, and dogs occasionally think about what it’s like to be a human, but the slave is the dog, and the dog is the dog, woof woof woof, the slave smells the smell, and the dog never dares to think about it without the owner’s permission!”

He hugged the lead-filled and motionless thigh tightly, with runny noses, "Your Majesty is most tired at this time, so he slowly roasted the refreshing tea for two hours on the stove. The heat at this time was just right, and it warmed the mouth and throat. Your stomach is not burning, so I will bring this refreshing tea to Your Majesty. Please let me serve the last pot of your Majesty before you go on your way."

The emperor looked down at his embarrassment.

Just like the statues made of copper and iron everywhere in Xianyang City.

Aloof and cold.

Zhao Gao really hoped to die like this, and also hoped that he could take one more look at himself and his old dog.

Unexpectedly, the palace maid next to him trembled and spoke for him: "Your Majesty, this slave volunteered."

"Twenty punishments, get down."

Zhao Gao let go of his leg and gasped hard.

He turned around to look, and could no longer see the majestic figure of the emperor. The ecstasy of surviving the disaster made him hold his hands on the cold floor, and kept kowtowing with "bang bang bang": "Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you for not killing me, thank you." Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness in not killing me. Thank you, Your Majesty."

"The old slave thanks your Majesty - long live your Majesty - Daqin Yongchang - the old slave thanks your Majesty - -"

He kneeled on the floor with his heart straining, and his voice was louder than the voice, as sharp and weak as the leaves passing through the forest. When the final rhyme fell, it was as shocking as the earth-shattering, and the ghost screamed.

*

After the reward banquet, all the heroes of the Qin State received supreme honors, and Li Sirong was promoted to prime minister.

One person is inferior to ten thousand people.

This is the era of His Majesty, and it is also the era of Li Si scolding Fang Qiu!

The founding prime minister of the Great Qin Empire, he, the Li family, he, Li Si, will be praised forever in the mouths of future generations, and will also be worshiped by thousands of officials in future generations.

After taking the official talk seriously, Li Si returned to his mansion. Touching his Prime Minister's Seal, the joy in his mind suddenly exploded.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

He walked upright and looked around at his splendid mansion, brushing off the fatigue of recent days, as if he had been energized for ten years.

I saw paint peeling off the door sill.

He scolded the slaves several times.

The servants knelt down in front of him in fear.

A maid knelt down and wiped his official boots. Just as he was about to enter the dressing room, he waved his hand and said, "No, I have my own plan in mind."

"No." "No."

A servant outside bent down and lowered his hands to convey the message: "Replying to the Prime Minister, the CRRC Order made your Majesty angry. He was tortured with twenty sticks and his buttocks were rotten to pieces. He is now bedridden. I guess it will be at the end of the year." I can’t get up either.”

"There are eunuchs on the left and right, who is serving His Majesty now?"

"Reporting to the Prime Minister, he is one of Zhao Gao's apprentices. He used to serve His Majesty. He shouted," before he could finish, he was interrupted by Li Si, "I know that the Prime Minister knows, please go down."

"Yes."

"stop."

The servant was stopped again, Li Si frowned and asked, "How have the Queen and Your Highness been doing lately?"

"Everything is business as usual, nothing else."

After the slaves retreated, Li Si found himself in a rare moment of leisure and went into calligraphy. He took off his brush and wandered among the dragons, and calligraphy passed down from generation to generation was born. Those who have the ability to do things forcefully have ears. Therefore, there is no criticism greater than humiliation, and no sorrow greater than poverty. To stay in a humble position for a long time, in a difficult place, not to be in the world but to be unfavorable, to rely on inaction, this is not the feeling of a scholar."

"Being humble is a shame, poverty is a sorrow."

"Li Si, Li Si."

He stroked his beard and shook his head twice, "You are just a hamster in your life, but you still have such great success and fame!"

He held it in his hands and admired his superb calligraphy skills.

Li Si sighed, "Five hundred and thirty years after my death, someone should leave my mark."

The confidants beside him polished the ink for him, and also catered to him: "The word "Prime Minister" is harder to find than gold. I am afraid that it will be difficult to find someone to write for the Prime Minister in a thousand years. The eight words on the jade seal, "I am ordered by heaven, and I will live forever." It’s enough to be remembered for centuries and be passed down from generation to generation.”

From generation to generation, from generation to generation.

Li Si held his hand for a moment, and with such a powerful position and merits added layer by layer, Li Si's majestic strategy was enough to help create a prosperous age that surpassed ancient and modern times.

He is not the kind of old-fashioned Taoist scholar.

For a distant and nihilistic ideal, he struggled in the space of books. All he wanted was real wealth, so that he could be famous for generations and extend his power to an even greater extent.

Right now his foundation is on His Majesty.

But a hundred years later, His Majesty has become ancient, so won’t his foundation fall into disrepair?

Li Si lowered his eyes and had to start planning first.

"How's it going in Wanxiang Pavilion?"

"Back to the Prime Minister, the text compiled by Dr. Yi Qian is almost completed and will be completed soon. They are very grateful to the Prime Minister for your promotion and important task to them."

Li Si smiled faintly: "What's the importance of gratitude for the important promotion? They just show their faces and they make more noises. They are all ancient scholars. They can't take off their clothes if they can't get off the high platform. They even act like animals. If you don’t succeed, it will be difficult to climb up.”

He added, "I also heard that a few of them want to trace back to ancient times and implement the ancient system. Hahahaha."

Confidant: "Yes, how can they compare to your wisdom and prowess, Prime Minister? They are not even worthy of licking your shoes."

He waved his sleeves and said with his hands behind his back, "They don't understand His Majesty today. At that time, His Majesty was still a bachelor who was in decline. His Majesty was just a young boy, wearing a high crown. He actually possessed the skills of an emperor, but he didn't dare to do so. Looking at His Majesty, what is an emperor? This is the real emperor, the emperor who rarely appears in a thousand years. Can they control it by holding up the sign of a sage?"

"They don't understand Your Majesty that cars on the same track, books on the same text, travels on the same topic, places in the same region, weights and weights, and coins in the same shape are all symbolic starting points."

Li Sidao said, "The state has borders, and your Majesty's mind is vast and boundless, far beyond the reach of ordinary people."

With a blush on his face, he knelt down on the long desk and turned out the stack of drafts for drafting awards, "Such a king is not afraid of the achievements of his ministers. His courage, his new laws, his innovation, and his true nature are all He was able to become the Prime Minister of the whole world. The Prime Minister and Your Majesty agreed with each other, abolished the feudal system, and established counties and counties. This is the beginning of history. In the future, it will be difficult for prime ministers throughout the ages to have the same achievements as the Prime Minister."

Pulling the rough bamboo slip, Li Si was able to calm down a little and said, "How is Your Highness doing lately? You have to tell me in detail."

His confidants hurriedly reported to him.

*

The candles are bright.

Baitao held the bamboo slip and looked at it in the light, reading it word by word. Sometimes when she was tired, she would throw the bamboo slip over, squint again, wake up and read intermittently, "Abolish the burial of living people and replace it with pottery figurines."

"Pfft, Brother Zheng is really the instigator."

The little fox still doesn't know how outrageous this law is in the world where "things die like things live, and things die like things exist". She is only good at finding some fun for herself in boring days.

I have finished reading this bamboo slip of Da Qin Law. She drew a plum blossom paw print to show that she had read it, and then tied it with a cowhide leather belt.

He picked up another bamboo slip.

She felt sleepy, so she yawned widely, her eyes were blurred with tears, she was sniffling, and tears rolled down her eyes, as if she had been bullied.

Ying Zheng was reviewing the memorial at the long desk next to her, letting her continue to mess around.

Baitao was lying on the case and looking at him, his eyebrows were dark and condensed. It was obvious that he was completely immersed in the affairs and had just let go of himself.

hum.

It is obviously a rare companionship, but also to deal with the never-ending political affairs.

Walking over with silent steps, she got into his arms again and popped her head out, looking up at him like eyes filled with starlight, "Brother Zheng."

"Ah."

He didn't look at her, and touched her head randomly with his long, bamboo-like fingers.

"I just read the New Code of the Qin Dynasty, and I really liked some of them, so I couldn't help but come here."

Baitao said softly, "There are new regulations above. Women can keep their property after getting married. If the husband is unfaithful, he is like a breeding pig. The wife is not guilty of killing him. If the husband uses force against his wife, he will be paraded through the streets with his head, eyebrows and beard shaved off. It is shown to the public that if the husband dies and the wife marries herself, the one who marries him will not be guilty.”

"The affairs between men and women are fair and square, and I will treat them equally."

He reached out his hand and touched her head again.

Baitao felt so comfortable being kneaded that her heart trembled a few times. She bent her lips and obediently helped him arrange the bamboo slips neatly beside him.

Ying Zheng asked: "I was so busy that I neglected it. How is Hai'er doing lately?"

"Very obedient and ignorant."

Baitao has nothing to hide from his little cub. To be honest, "Although with so many teachers taking turns to teach him, he can learn from each other's strengths and gain a lot, but in the end he lacks a serious teacher to discipline him. It is best for the teacher to be more strict." Okay, if you really disobey me, you can give me a few more severe beatings."

He rubbed his eyebrows: "In a few days, I will test his homework and find a good teacher for him."

There's no big problem with the little boy's homework.

Baitao met Ying Zheng's staring eyes, pursed her lips, suppressed the strangeness in her heart, and said, "Brother Zheng, please be stricter, don't be soft-hearted."

"I have never been merciful to him."

*

"Mom, do we really want to sit here?"

The attic of Lunzheng Building was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Hu Hai, who was dressed in regular clothes, looked at the long case and cushions with a sullen expression and held Baitao's fingers tightly.

"correct."

Baitao smiled softly, took out her hand and patted his head.

Regarding the unusual thinking of her little Zaizai, she had been thinking hard for several nights in recent days, and finally figured it out.

Just like when I was a little fox cub.

When she was a child, she lived on the top of a mountain and felt that the flowers all over the mountains belonged to her, as did the flowers outside the mountains.

Birds sing for her, butterflies fly for her.

Until she was stung by a bee due to her naughtiness, and the pain told her that no, it was not like this.

This little kid grew up in the palace, and everyone else fawned over him, and those who did the same thing were always good to him. He probably felt that everyone in the world revolved around him.

He cannot understand anyone except himself, his father and mother.

She said: "This is a good place. There are many people who have learned a lot. There is a political expert here named Uncle Zhang. Before the Six Kingdoms were destroyed, his comments on the war situation were very detailed. Poor and easy to understand, it enables a group of illiterate people to understand the true knowledge and eliminate ignorance. Although the people are illiterate, their wisdom about the four seasons and life is far beyond your imagination. This is why Mrs. Qing spent so much money Countless, talented people are listed to run this political discussion cabinet."

With that said, Baitao looked at Ba Qingfu.

As Ba Qing's wife grew older, her legs and feet became more and more inconvenient. She sat on a stool and propped up a cane, smiling at Xiao Hu Hai with a crumpled smile on her face, "Oh, the Queen has broken the old woman."

Baitao joked: "Huh? What is Zhesha? Sister Qing, how come you, a majestic queen of cinnabar, are so humble in front of children."

"Cough cough cough."

When Ba Qing drank the elixir from the cup, he choked and coughed.

Hu Hai blinked and looked at the old man. He had seen her in the palace before. At that time, his father brought her into the palace with a guard of honor. In the wave of confiscating weapons in the world, he authorized her cinnabar industry to have its own army.

At that time, we were far away, and we could only hear the noise of dancing music.

She was sitting in the sedan chair, looking vaguely confused.

Unexpectedly, it was a rotten old man. Hu Hai snorted in his heart. There were no old people in the palace. The smell on their bodies was really pungent and unpleasant.

Hu Hai nodded obediently on the surface.

Ba Qingfu returned his greeting in fear.

Bai Tao saw that there was no figure with a big mouth below, and said regretfully: "I guess that big mouth won't be here today."

The little boy said domineeringly: "You can't do anything but a Qian's head. If you want him to come, Queen Mother, do you still have the guts not to come?"

"What are you doing standing there, but come and sit down?"

Baitao saw him still standing there stupidly and glanced at him.

He hugged his chest coolly and said, "Mother, the child wants to stand and protect the mother, but doesn't want to sit down."

Mrs. Ba Qing pushed the plate and said, "This is surimi cake. Your Highness, come and try it. All the children in the tribe love it."

"You can't call me Your Highness outside."

He pursed his lips and said, "Also, I have grown up and am not a child. I don't like to eat surimi cakes. There is nothing delicious in the palace."

Then he said to Baitao, "Mother, it's not fun outside the palace. We have been out for so long. Father should be worried. Let's go back to the palace."

Just one word.

leave.

I was curious, but I also found myself dissatisfied with this and that.

"Going back to the palace so soon?"

Baitao smiled softly on the surface, and her paws were about to spark when rubbing on the table. If he was not a cub instead of a little fox at this moment, she would really throw him down the stairs and rub him hard. Mud.

The grumpy little fox vs the second generation cub