Qin Hu

Chapter 12 I'll make you cry so hard!

The lengthy and cumbersome ground sacrifice ended when all the Confucian scholars were bored like eating flies.

The level of shamelessness of the Great Qin monarch and ministers simply exceeded their imagination.

Telling black is white, and telling the truth, can you deceive yourself and all living beings in the world?

Can you stop everyone's mouths?

Acting like this is really ridiculous, and it will only increase the laughing stock of the world!

However, after the sacrificial ceremony, Yingzheng did not just go down the mountain. He looked down at the officials on the mountain and said loudly, "I have been on the throne for 28 years. It has been [-] years, but I have not established a crown prince."

"Today there is the eldest son, Fusu, who is resolute and brave, benevolent and virtuous, trusts others and works hard..."

"The crown prince is now registered as the heir of the country, and all people will know it!"

The sound fell, and the scene was silent for a moment.

Then all the civil and military officials, all facing the direction of Xianyang in Guanzhong, bowed their hands and bowed.

On this east tour, Fusu was not accompanied by the driver, but stayed in Xianyang, Guanzhong, so the officials worshiped from a distance to show their respect for the prince and prince.

The happiest among them were Chun Yuyue and the Confucian scholars who were still bored a moment ago. If they hadn't been concerned about the occasion and Ying Zheng's face to face, they would have celebrated with each other.

Fusu studied Confucianism under Chun Yuyue since he was a child.

Now that Fusu is the crown prince, he will be the second emperor in the future, a master of the world who is deeply influenced by Confucianism. This is undoubtedly great news for Confucianism!
Undoubtedly, in the future Confucianism will be able to sit on an equal footing with Legalism in the Great Qin Dynasty, and even overwhelm Legalism!
Well, this is probably the reason why Li Si and Zhao Gao conspired to promote Hu Hai after the death of Ying Zheng, because once Fu Su came to power, the legal courtiers would inevitably lose their previous glory, or even directly lose power and be suppressed by Confucianism , they are not reconciled!
"The No. 18 son under my knees, named Zihu, is now at the age of tying his hair..."

When the officials had different thoughts, Ying Zheng on the top of the mountain spoke again, and the voice came down the mountain, and all the officials hurriedly listened with bated breath.

But immediately, all the officials were stunned, and everyone turned their heads in unison, looking at the notorious black fat boy.

Why did the first emperor suddenly mention this stubborn clan tiger?

Zhao Zihu noticed that many eyes were focused on his face, and couldn't help frowning secretly. He didn't like the feeling of being watched by everyone in public.

This gave him the illusion that he was naked, shameful!
But unfortunately, today is not yesterday, he can't jump around indiscriminately, distract everyone's attention, and then slip away.

Today he is one of the protagonists!

Zhao Zihu only hoped that Ying Zheng's eloquent words for appointing him an official could be a little shorter, so that the matter could be over quickly.

"Well... when you are old, you can't be idle all the time, so let's be a doctor waiting for the imperial edict. Let's train first. In the future, you can also be a virtuous minister of the clan."

Ying Zheng didn't know whether he heard Zhao Zihu's heartfelt words, or he couldn't think of any elegant words to praise the notorious rotten boy against his conscience, so he was extremely short and plain, and hastily appointed Zhao Zihu as an official.

All civil and military officials were stunned for a moment, then they all bowed their heads and congratulated Zhao Zihu.

It's just that the shoulders of each one were trembling slightly, as if they were swaying from the wind and cold collectively!
Zhao Zihu glanced around, and finally fell on Chunyuyue who was closest to him, and the Confucian scholars.

Their shoulders shook the most!

"Your servant takes orders, thank you for the imperial seal..."

Zhao Zihu clasped his hands together, bowed to Yingzheng on the mountain, and thanked him for his official position.

Then, taking the opportunity to bow and salute, he turned his head to look at the expressions of Chunyu Yue and the Confucian scholars.

They lowered their heads one by one, and they were all holding back their laughter, holding back their laughter very hard, with hideous expressions on their expressions!
"Masters, are you joking about Zihu's lack of virtue?"

Zhao Zihu asked in a low voice.

Chun Yuyue immediately denied it categorically: "No."

Zhao Zihu was annoyed: "I clearly saw the teachers holding back their laughter!"

Chun Yuyue: "My lord misunderstood...a cough cough..."

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was so teased by Zhao Zihu's resentful expression that he could only cover up his laughter with a cough.

And his smile directly triggered a chain reaction, and the Confucian scholars who were closer could not help coughing again and again.

This scene really seemed to catch the wind and chill collectively!

Zhao Zihu narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly.

Look at my joke, right?

I will make you cry so hard!

"Royal Father, Feng Chan is such a grand event, it should be recorded in a painting for future generations to look up to."

Zhao Zihu suddenly remonstrated to Ying Zheng who was about to go down the mountain.

Yingzheng paused, and said with great interest, "How to make a painting to remember? Is it like a stone carving of Songde, carving a mural?"

Zhao Zihu shook his head: "Such a grand event, how can one copy be enough? It should be copied in thousands of copies, distributed to all nine states in the world, and posted in all counties, counties and villages for the admiration of tens of thousands of people!"

"How to copy?"

"Please don't move, my sons and ministers copy and paint, and follow-up will have their own magic method to copy."

"allow."

Ying Zheng waved his sleeves.

Zhao Zihu looked around, found his good brother Wang Li, and asked him to find a piece of ink and a piece of white silk that was half a zhang square.

Wang Li nodded and went to look for it.

After about a quarter of an hour, the ink and white silk were found.

Zhao Zihu spread the white silk on the ground, and let the four imperial guards press down on the four corners, while he took the ink and melted it with his saliva.

Then, lying on the white silk, started painting with her buttocks pouted, looking up from time to time.

Han Fei and Chun Yuyue, who were closer to Zhao Zihu, and all the Confucian scholars stretched their necks to watch.

Zhao Zihu doesn't have amazing drawing skills, all he can draw is stick figures, and his level is extremely limited, which is the level of doodles on textbooks when he was absent from school in his previous life.

However, the advantage lies in the novelty of the painting method, grasping the key points with a few strokes, and already outlined a character image. Han Fei, Chun Yuyue, and all the Confucian scholars were amazed.

Zhao Zihu first painted Liangfu Mountain, and then painted Yingzheng standing on the top of Liangfu Mountain. He painted it especially tall, almost half as tall as Liangfu Mountain. Through the key points such as the crown of the twelve emperors and the cloud-patterned uniform, he outlined the its identity image.

Then, there are all the civil and military officials at the foot of Hualiang's father mountain.

Zhao Zihu drew a villain with a few strokes, which was fast and... ugly, very perfunctory.

But when it comes to painting Chunyuyue and others, he draws more carefully. Through key points such as Confucian crowns, he outlines their images that are different from other officials, and then highlights their crooked melons and jujubes, big heads, thin necks, and curved A hunchback, a goatee that is long on one side and short on the other...

Chun Yuyue and the others originally watched with relish, but when they realized that those crooked melons and cracked dates were themselves, they immediately blew their beards and stared angrily, wanting to spurt blood!

This painting has to be copied thousands of times, and it will be distributed to the world, and posted in the counties, counties, and townships.

In the future, the people of the world will get used to it, and when they think of Confucian scholars, they will be crooked. How embarrassing they are, how can they stand in the world!
Zhao Zihu seemed to feel the anger of Chun Yuyue and the others, he raised his head and grinned at them, then continued to paint with his head down.

(End of this chapter)