my grandfather was qin shi huang

Fusu looked past Hu Hai and the brothers and sisters around him, and looked at the solemn-looking general on duty in front of the main hall.

He remembered that the young man standing in front of the main hall seemed to be a disciple, a confidant general who had been with him since his eldest son established the new military camp. A few days ago, when my eldest son got married, I saw him coming to help me. He was very polite and respectful to me and my family.

"General Tu, right? Could you please tell me that Fusu has come to pay homage to His Majesty..."

The eldest son Fusu crossed the crowd and walked to the front of the main hall. He cupped his hands very gently. As he spoke, he lifted up his hem and prepared to climb up the stairs.

He thought that he, the eldest son of Da Qin, should still have some face in front of his son's subordinates. However, his disciple's reaction made him instantly dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, your Majesty has ordered that from today onwards, we will fast, bathe, and see no outsiders. Young masters, please wait at home with peace of mind. Your Majesty will appear during the new emperor's enthronement ceremony—"

Having said this, Tu smiled apologetically and stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.

"I'm sorry, sir, please come back -"

Although the disciple was as humble and polite as ever, he stood in front of the main hall and refused to give an inch.

Fusu:......

Looking at the closed palace door, Young Master Fusu's heart gradually sank. It has reached the point where the palace needs to be sealed off and foreign ministers cannot be seen. Based on his understanding of the First Emperor, this must be an extremely dangerous condition.

His eyes instantly turned red. He suppressed the sadness in his heart and bowed twice to the palace gate.

"Your Majesty, please take care——"

After speaking, he slowly turned around and looked at the brothers and sisters who were looking at him eagerly, trying to make his voice sound calmer.

"The Awengji people have their own destiny, and nothing will happen to them. Let's not gather here and disturb the Awengji's rest..."

In fact, although some of these people, such as Hu Hai and Ying Man, were relatively close to the First Emperor and had great affection for the First Emperor, most of them were just fearful and uneasy about losing the First Emperor as their patron.

They had never even met the First Emperor a few times since they were young. When they grew up, apart from their status as the prince and princess of the Qin Dynasty, they did not receive special care from the First Emperor. How could they have any deep feelings?

At this time, after hearing the instructions from the elder brother Fusu, he naturally would not continue to bask in the sun.

"Brother's words make sense. I will follow your arrangements..."

After a while, under the steps in front of the palace, only Hu Hai, who looked confused, and Fusu, who looked complicated, were left.

"Aweng, since it's inconvenient to meet each other at this time, why don't we leave too -"

Fusu reached out and pulled Hu Hai on the ground. Hu Hai barely supported the hot bluestone with his hands, swayed, and got up from the ground. He had been kneeling for too long, and coupled with the sun exposure for most of the afternoon, his physical strength had reached its limit.

Neither of the two brothers could have imagined that one day they would support each other and walk out of this familiar palace gate. Viewed from the back, the two silhouettes looked indescribably desolate.

At noon that day, the two brothers hid in the quiet room that Fusu had snatched from his eldest son, and drank heavily with Hu Hai, his brother who had been fighting openly and covertly for several years, and became very drunk.

But no one pays attention to the mood of the two brothers who were once most likely to take over the power of Da Qin at this moment, because everyone in Xianyang City is paying attention to Zhao Ying, who is about to become the emperor of Da Qin.

What kind of monarch would this be?

In the past two years, Zhao Ying has become famous and gradually became known to people all over the world.

Smart and wise, benevolent and loving, courteous and virtuous, wise and powerful, and powerful in the three armies. Except for those wealthy families in Jiangnan who would feel trembling with fear when hearing this name, most people are still full of expectations for the king who is about to come to power. Looking forward to it!

On the next day, which was July 8, the twenty-seventh year of the First Emperor, it was approaching the second day that Zhao Ying ascended the throne as emperor. Although he was anxious, he had to stay at home and fast under the watchful eyes of the court officials. Take a bath and wait for tomorrow to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, to offer sacrifices to ancestors, and to ascend the throne of the emperor.

As for the penicillin, it can only be left to Chen Ping and Mo.

Although he has many capable ministers and officials, the only one who can really put him at ease is Chen Ping. But now that Chen Ping is in an important position and will definitely attend his enthronement hall tomorrow, he cannot keep an eye on this matter, so he can only leave it to Mo.

Fan Zeng, Zhang Liang and others were all rebellious masters. No matter how talented he was, he would not dare to entrust such a major matter concerning the life and death of the First Emperor to their hands. This kind of person may be important, but cannot be entrusted to his heart.

At least, not yet.

Wei Weiyang, on the other hand, was personally escorted by more than a dozen of his own soldiers to the side hall of the palace to continue practicing the technique of using Qi to help people clear the meridians of the lungs.

In the past few days, he had people round up several death row inmates whose lung meridians were damaged and whose physical conditions were extremely poor.

"Brother, big brother, are you going to be the emperor like my eldest father?"

Looking at the little girl who suddenly broke into his study, Zhao Ying couldn't help but smile, stretched out his big hand, and rubbed her little head randomly.

"Yes, by tomorrow, eldest brother will be the emperor of our Great Qin. Then, how about I make you the eldest princess..."

Zhao Ying couldn't help teasing her.

Who knew that this little girl crossed her waist and waved her chubby little hands seriously.

"I don't want to be the eldest son, I want to be a general like my elder brother..."

After saying that, the little girl looked at her elder brother expectantly.

"Brother, now that you have become the emperor, can you no longer become your champion general? Can you let me be the one..."

Zhao Ying couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, big brother, I'll keep it for you. When you grow up, you can become a champion general for big brother -"

Zhao Xi didn't know that her eldest brother was joking with her, so she immediately jumped up excitedly. At this moment, Mi Ji's breathless scolding came from outside.

"How many times have I told you that your eldest brother is fasting at home today, so don't disturb your eldest brother..."

Zhao Ying couldn't help but reveal a smile.

How could this old mother of mine look down on this little guy like Zhao Xi. Before Mi Ji could catch up, Zhao Xi made a face at Zhao Ying, then turned around and ran away...

However, probably this little girl who was extremely favored by him dared to disturb him at this time.

Zhao Ying continued to meditate at home, burning incense and bathing, meditating sincerely.

However, at this moment, it is so easy to calm down. When it was finally dusk, he couldn't help but raise his head again and look at Zhangtai Palace.

I don’t know, how is my eldest father’s health at this moment?

……

Zhangtai Palace.

The First Emperor woke up again. He looked at the Changxin palace lantern that had been lit in the palace. He turned to look at Hei who was standing beside him and asked weakly.

"What time is it now..."

"Return to your majesty, your majesty will have a meal during the moment of garrison..."

The First Emperor nodded slightly. Hei hurried forward and personally helped the First Emperor sit up. The maid on the side brought over the fish balls that had been prepared long ago. There were some green coriander floating on the fish balls as white as jade, which was the First Emperor's favorite in the past.

But at this moment, when he looked at this bowl of fish balls, he had no appetite.

He hesitated for a moment, then frowned.

"Today, prepare some millet porridge for me..."

The fish balls were taken away quietly, and the perfectly cooked millet porridge was brought up gently by the palace maid. The temperature was just right. The First Emperor frowned slightly and took a few sips, then put it down again and signaled. The maid on the side withdrew.

The palace maid took it carefully, turned around and retreated.

Only then did the First Emperor turn to look at Hei who was standing aside.

"Are you ready for the medicine I asked you to prepare?"

Looking at the haggard First Emperor, who had prematurely white hair on his temples, Hei trembled, and finally whispered.

"Back to Your Majesty, everything is ready..."

The First Emperor nodded slightly.

Hei on the side hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but persuade again.

"The elixir is poisonous and it is useless to take it. When His Highness left, he repeatedly told me to take good care of His Majesty's body. Why bother..."

The First Emperor looked at his former partner, who had become a little rickety unknowingly, his eyes suddenly became softer, he smiled weakly and joked.

"You old guy, you've lived so long in vain, don't you still understand this?"

Having said this, the First Emperor breathed a sigh of relief.

"I always have to watch my grandson sit in that position and put on that crown myself..."

Having said this, he seemed to have imagined something and suddenly smiled.

"That brat looks so handsome, and wearing that crown, he will definitely look even better than I did back then..."

……

In the twenty-seventh year of the First Emperor's reign, July 9th.

All the best.

Zhao Ying entered the palace in person to pay homage to the First Emperor, who had been ill in bed for several days.

But seeing that the First Emperor had already sat up, and had already put on the emperor's imperial robes, and even his energy seemed to be much better, he couldn't help but subconsciously turned his head to look at Hei beside him.

Hei lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at him.

Zhao Ying couldn't help but feel nervous. However, at this moment, Zhao Ying couldn't say anything else.

Soon, accompanied by Zongzheng Yingxi, Taiwei Liao, Wuchenghou Wang Jian, right minister Feng Quji, left minister Li Si, Shangqing Mengyi, Shaofu Shilu, Zhisu Nei Shiteng, together with Hei, One on the left and one on the right, they personally supported the First Emperor from the palace to the ancestral temple.

He took Zhao Ying to offer sacrifices to the ancestral temple, listing the merits of ancestors of all dynasties, and then offered sacrifices to heaven and earth, praying for the blessings of heaven and earth ghosts and gods.

Zhao Ying looked at the First Emperor worriedly, fearing that his body would not be able to hold on. Fortunately, these etiquette officials have probably already considered this situation. These links are solemn and solemn, but not cumbersome. They are over in half an hour.

At this time, Zhao Ying discovered that his eldest father's forehead was already covered with sweat.

"Big father..."

Seeing Zhao Ying's worried look, the First Emperor smiled.

"It doesn't matter..."

Zhao Ying could only lean as close as possible to the First Emperor, so that the First Emperor could lean most of his body on him. The First Emperor did not force himself and allowed him to support him.

When going up the steps, Hei and Zhao Ying used a tacit understanding and exerted slight force, so that the First Emperor was almost lifted up.

Behind him, the three nobles and nine ministers, all the civil and military officials of the court, followed closely behind.

When the First Emperor and Zhao Ying stood still in the main hall, everyone bowed and saluted solemnly. When everyone straightened up, the First Emperor looked around at everyone.

"My dear friends, my great grandson Ying is naturally wise, wise and mighty. He has the manners of an emperor, is adept at government affairs, and has a great strategy. He can secure the ministers at the top, care for the head of Guizhou, and take charge of our country in the Qin Dynasty. Now I tell you Sacrifice to the ancestral temple and report it to heaven. It is said that the emperor is located in Sun Ying."

Having said this, he took the emperor's crown handed over by the ceremony officer with both hands. Seeing this, Zhao Ying bent slightly, stepped forward and put it on Zhao Ying himself. Looking at the eldest grandson who suddenly gained a new layer of dignity, a smile of relief flashed in the eyes of the First Emperor.

He stretched out his hand again, carefully straightened Zhao Ying's clothes, and then smiled.

"My grandson, from today on, you shall be the second emperor of Qin, holding the power of the emperor!"

Zhao Ying bowed to thank him, and then under the guidance of the etiquette officer, he walked step by step onto the throne that symbolized the emperor of Qin. Then, he turned around and looked around at the officials. The ministers came forward one after another and bowed down.

Zong Zheng won the victory, and Taiwei Liao, Wuchenghou Wang Jian and others took the lead in shouting.

"I will see your Majesty—"

Zhao Ying looked around, and all the ministers at the foot of the steps were bowing to him, as if they were under his feet. Even though he was calm by nature and had long been accustomed to the majesty of the First Emperor, at this moment, he could not help but feel excited.

Stretch your big sleeves and stretch out your hands for support.

"My lords, no courtesy. From today on, I succeed to the throne of the emperor. I respect my eldest father as the Supreme Emperor, and my eldest mother, Empress Zheng, as the Empress Dowager. She still lives in Zhangtai Palace as an honor and support. I respect my father as the Supreme Emperor. Emperor, my mother Mi is the Queen Mother, and I am the second emperor of Qin, stationed in the East Palace! Each of you should fulfill his duties, do his best, and work to his best..."

Hearing Zhao Ying's words, all the officials in the court couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When the new emperor ascends the throne, they don't care about the arrangements made by the First Emperor or the eldest son. What they care about is whether the position under their buttocks can be secured.

One emperor and one courtier.

Today, there is a change of imperial power, and even if the new emperor lavishly rewards his closest associates, they don't think it's any surprise. But unexpectedly, the emperor's grandson didn't move at all.

Everyone does his job, everyone does his job, and everyone performs his duties!

The matter has been made very clear, that is, although the emperor has changed, everything remains the same for everyone.

It undoubtedly gives everyone a reassurance.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became inexplicably more relaxed. Some ministers who were lucky enough to escape could not help but feel refreshed. They subconsciously straightened their backs and worked hard to perform well in front of the new emperor. own talents.

Seeing his eldest grandson's actions, the First Emperor couldn't help but smile.

He didn't mind that Zhao Ying took the opportunity to replace his own team, but when the new emperor ascended the throne, he was not as quiet as he was moving. Compared with drastic personnel adjustments, this kind of tepid move was the real choice. (End of chapter)