my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 5 The First Emperor's Concerns
He even forgot about the thing that this fellow said just now, and he blatantly snarled himself.

"It's so good, Ah Weng can feel at ease now!"

As the eldest son of Great Qin, Fusu was also a man of courage. After explaining to his wife and children at home, he stopped entangled and went straight to the car.

Not at all muddle-headed.

"Ah Weng, have a good trip, you must take care of your health when you are away from home, don't worry about family matters, everything is up to me..."

The filial son stood outside the gate of the mansion, waving farewell reluctantly to the back of the Fusu convoy as he drove away, and bid farewell to his father at the top of his voice, Fusu, who was sitting in the carriage, was so moved that he almost shouted to stop carriage, turned back and gave him a warm hug from his father.

Although this child is usually quiet, he can't even say a word of thoughtfulness. It was only at the last moment that he realized that he was really a good, sensible and filial child.

"Am I being too strict with him?"

Fusu even began to subconsciously start to reflect on his past, whether he, as a father, was too strict in the past, or whether he was a little incompetent.

Pedestrians on the street were all moved by the picture of father's kindness and son's filial piety.

What a child!

Sensible, filial, and good-looking—Mr. Fusu has a successor!

Seeing people on the street, when they passed by him, they all turned sideways to salute him, Zhao Ying was a little confused, what's going on, everyone didn't seem to be so enthusiastic when they usually came out.

Zhao Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief after watching Fusu's convoy completely disappear at the end of the street.

Since the big one can't be rescued, it's better to go far away, otherwise, with such an old man on his head, even if he wants to do something, he will be in the way.

However, fortunately, I am clever and know the benefits of waste—ahem, I know how to let my father use his spare heat.

At home, in front of the whole family, Fusu spoke in person and entrusted the family affairs, and standing on the street and yelling again, it would be more logical to take over the family affairs later.

Who told us to be filial!

"Auntie, please slow down—"

Bending down to pick up his younger sister Nan who was struggling to climb the steps, and stretching out his left hand to hold his younger brother's little hand, Zhao Ying turned his head and reminded his cheap mother with a concerned face.

From now on, we must show our responsibility as the head of the family, and be a filial, good, and caring brother!

"This kid has really grown up..."

Seeing Zhao Ying holding his younger sister in one hand and holding his younger brother in the other, Mi Ji couldn't help feeling a little comforted in her heart.Although my husband has gone to Shangjun far away, Ying'er has become more and more sensible, and has a bit of the appearance of his old man.

In the heart of fear, suddenly, inexplicably, I became somewhat dependent.

In Zhao Ying's heart, he was not as calm as he seemed on the surface, because he didn't know whether his words today would reach the ears of the first emperor, and he didn't know how the first emperor would react when he heard it.

But this is already the limit of what I can do.

You can't yell at your father:
Fusu, no matter how obsessed you are, our Great Qin Empire will perish in the second generation!
If he really does that, I don't know if Fusu will wake up, but he will definitely die.

First of all, he couldn't pass the test of the first emperor.

In this way, it is no worse than "the first emperor died and the land was divided".

When a rumor spread, the people who lived around the stone were all dead.

Records of the History: "In 36 years, Yinghuo guarded his heart. There was a star falling down to Dongjun, and the ground was a stone. His head was engraved or his stone was engraved with the saying "The first emperor died and the land was divided." When the first emperor heard about it, he sent the censor to ask questions. Take it, take all the stones from the neighbors and punish them, and burn the stones because of burnt."

Zhao Ying didn't want to test whether his father, who was called the first emperor through the ages, had the ability to lift a butcher's knife.

……

Xianyang Palace.

Qin Shihuang pushed away the bamboo slips in front of him a little upset, put down the brush in his hand, sat up straight, and stood up with the support of Zhao Gao, the CRRC official.

The fierce opposition from Fusu, like a cold sharp knife, made his heart ache.

Not so much anger as disappointment.

Disappointed with his eldest son who had high hopes.

In fact, Hou Sheng, Lu Sheng and others are just clowns, killing or not killing is just a matter of his thoughts, it is no different from a few bedbugs, it really doesn't matter that much.

At his current age, emotions can no longer influence his decisions.

What's important is his son's attitude towards this matter.

He ran up to him in a ridiculous way, persuading himself to spread benevolence and not to kill innocent people indiscriminately?

This must have been brainwashed by those pedantic teachers of Confucianism!

If you sit down, explain benevolence, righteousness and morality to others, and implement the Zhou Rites, will the world be peaceful?
Isn't I kind enough to those remnants of the Six Kingdoms?

But will they stop for a day?
Of those remnants of the Six Kingdoms, clowns, one counts as one, and one is innocent?
Although he destroyed the six kingdoms and unified the world, he did not wipe out the remnants of the six kingdoms, and even allowed them to enter the court and entrust them with important use.

It is they themselves who are ungrateful, jump repeatedly, and challenge their bottom line again and again.

Over the years, there have been undercurrents everywhere, rebellions, assassinations, rumors, one after another, which one does not have the shadow of the remnants of these six kingdoms?

Of course, he is not worried about these things. If I can kill you once, I can kill you twice.

Back when the nine countries were united, famous generals gathered, and millions of troops marched westward to attack Qin, they still held back and did not dare to offend me. What's more, these mere rats who are already bereaved dogs and only dare to hide under the ground and do petty tricks?
What he was worried about was, after he got old, would he, a son full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, be able to control the world!
What he was worried about was whether the unprecedented foundation created by the survivors of Fen VI, and the unprecedented policies formulated by him, could continue to be implemented smoothly after a hundred years of his life.

Before, he had confidence, but now he has less and less confidence.

Can this son of mine really be entrusted to the world?

But who else could there be besides Fusu?
For the first time, he began to really look at the problem.

Will you?

Brave without strategy, lack of prestige.

high?
He is a good boy who follows the rules, but it is a pity that he is mediocre...

Do you really want Hu Hai?

He stood on the steps of Xianyang Palace, overlooking the whole Xianyang, with an invisible worry in his eyes.

For this youngest son, he likes it in all fairness. This child is well-behaved, sensible and filial, and has always obeyed his own arrangements without any discount.

If the country really needs a policy enforcer...

Although I have asked Hu Hai to learn the law from Zhao Gao and Li Si to assist him since last year, but I am still hesitant in my heart.No one knows better than him that compared with Fusu, his youngest son is far inferior in character, talent, prestige, and even the convincing charisma of a leader.

What made him unable to make up his mind even more was that this youngest son was not firm enough.

After a hundred years, can he really survive the complicated situation in front of him?

(End of this chapter)