Qin Hu

Chapter 61 This Cowardly Baby, She Wants To Do Things But Still Refuses To Stand Out! [Please follow up! 】

"Gan Luo met the young master, met the young master..."

Gan Luo got off his horse far away, walked quickly to Zhao Zihu and Xiang Liyue and bowed his hands in salute, and then bowed to Hu Hai and others.

Zhao Zihu looked at the several carts of armored weapons behind Gan Luo, then at Gan Luo with a tired face, bowed his hand in return and hesitantly said, "Prime Minister Gan, are you bloody? Forged more than a hundred pairs of armor and blades?!"

Gan Luo didn't understand what it meant to beat chicken blood, but he just forced himself to say: "Your Majesty's decree is like this, so he rushed to work day and night. In the two days of the craftsman's camp, except for the printing of Fengchan paintings, the rest of the work was stopped. The prince and the lords forge armor and weapons."

Zhao Zihu was about to go to the car to find his own armor, when he heard this, he couldn't help but be taken aback: "What edict did the emperor give you?"

Gan Luo didn't hide it, and immediately explained the reason for him.

The day before yesterday when Zhao Zihu went hunting in camp, he met Zhang Liang and his gang who were spying on the imperial camp. That night, Yingzheng received the "One Day Book" from Zhao Tuo, and issued an edict. With weapons.

Between the heavens and the thick earth, the first emperor's edict is above all else, and moving mountains and filling the sea is only a mere effort, let alone just building armor and weapons?
The moment Gan Luo received the edict, thousands of master craftsmen in the entire craftsman camp, except those who were busy with Feng Chan paintings, put aside their work at hand and were busy making more than a hundred pairs of armor and weapons, day and night.

Therefore, after only two nights and one day, Zhao Zihu, the cold-blooded thirteen eagles, and Zhao Tuo and other hundreds of retinues got the armor and weapons they needed without any discount!
"My father dotes on my elder brother so much, it's really enviable..."

Hu Hai listened to the end, but there was sour water, and he couldn't help grunting.

Zhao Zihu rolled his eyes at him, but the excitement on his face faded away. He stepped forward and looked at the armored weapons of several carts, speechless for a long time.

This is really a scary thing!
Sitting in that position, Yingzheng controls everything in the world like a god. No matter what outrageous things happen, his edicts come from countless talented people, and the whole of Daqin will pay for him.

Throughout the ages, the peak of the monarchy's centralization of power is nothing like this!
To some extent, the First Emperor at this time is the supreme god in the world, perhaps he has gradually regarded himself as a god!
But is that okay?

This is not good!
He is not a god, nor is he an ox or a horse.

He wished to regard himself as a god, so it's hard to guarantee that he won't go on the path of spurring the universe, pushing Daqin, which was about to collapse at any time, into the abyss!
"Prime Minister Gan, you are also a prime minister, why can't you be a bit like a minister?"

"This edict is obviously absurd. Tens of thousands of soldiers in the imperial battalion, whose armor and weapons are constantly damaged, are waiting for the craftsman camp to repair and recast them. Is it appropriate for you to leave them alone?"

"The important matter of the country lies in the sacrificial and military affairs. Repairing and recasting the armor for the soldiers in the craftsman camp is the top priority, but you listened to the absurd edict of the father and ignored the serious business, and forged private armor for me and my followers. Does it fit?"

"You are indiscriminate, like a kowtow, only obeying the edict, how can you be a prime minister?"

Zhao Zihu looked at Gan Luo, who was full of fatigue, and complained.

Gan Luo was dumbfounded, and said in a daze, "But I'm not the prime minister, I'm just the order of the Shaofu. The Shaofu belongs to the internal ministers and is His Majesty's chief steward. responsibility?"

It is only one of the responsibilities of the Shaofu to be in charge of all the workers in the world. His more responsibilities are to manage private property and take care of daily affairs for the royal family.

It is also known as the Ouchi Manager in later generations!

Even in later generations, Confucianism began to try to limit the imperial power, and the Shaofu was dedicated to the emperor, but the state affairs functions were stripped out and assigned to the Ministry of Industry and Households, etc., separating the emperor's private affairs from state affairs.

Hearing that he dared to refute, Zhao Zihu immediately glared at Danfeng, and reprimanded: "You just don't have any sense of integrity, you are as strong as you are, and you play death remonstrance once a day, how can you be just a young mansion order? It's time to be prime minister!"

Gan Luo: "..."

What the hell are you talking about?

If I am strong and strong, and I play death remonstrance once a day, grass will grow on the grave 800 years ago. Is it true that your majesty does not kill people?

"Let's let it go this time, next time you dare to accept such absurd edicts, I will tell the masters to criticize you collectively, and even if you don't have a government order, you can't do it!"

Seeing that he was not convinced, Zhao Zihu brought out his big weapon and threatened him viciously.

Gan Luo: "..."

Don't your kids adore me?
It's a dog, if you say turn your back on it, turn your back on it!
"Spread the word out, if anyone dares to accept the absurd edict in the future, I... the Confucian doctors, the Mohist nobles and ministers, must collectively participate in impeachment of that generation!"

Zhao Zihu looked for his own armor and weapon from the carriage, and spoke harshly with a dark face.

Xiangliyue and Fat Qing'er, who were watching him criticize his flattering ministers, couldn't help being surprised, they were already impressed, and now they heard the words and said even more excitedly: "The Mo family will definitely not fall behind!"

The corner of Gan Luo's mouth twitched, he was completely speechless, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhao Zihu is a coward who wants to do something but refuses to stand out, but those masters and wives and natal families have such a bad mind!

But then again, those Confucian doctors and Mohist nobles are really all-way people, who want to implement a benevolent government and a great harmony in the world. Yingzheng is not used to it, but he has to respect it.

If the two families collectively go to court to criticize a certain flattering minister, the consequences will not be as simple as losing their posts and dismissing them.

That is to send people to the execution ground where they will be quartered by five horses!
"Well, come and help me put on..."

Zhao Zihu found a pair of armor with his name engraved on it, and called Xiangliyue to come forward to help put it on.

The Tang and Song style plate armor he designed is as simple and easy to wear as possible, but armor is armor, and it is always a bit laborious to wear it alone.

Xiangliyue stepped forward to help him put on the breastplate, buckle the leather belt under the ribs, and the connected armguards.

Then, he put on a skirt with a large armor and two crotches, which is convenient for riding a horse, and boots with shin guards.

Finally, put on the phoenix-winged helmet and pull the button-down mask, and it becomes a gorgeous tin can!
"Well, it's too boring. You should wear a hair crown at ordinary times."

Zhao Zihu quickly took off the phoenix-winged helmet, and took out from the carriage a purple-gold crown with bunched hair, the same style as the Great Sage and Lu Bu, two top-quality pheasant plumes dyed blood red with cinnabar, shaking and shaking It is the siu bao that catches the eye.

Xiangliyue reached out to take it, and quickly helped him put it on his head.

However, she didn't help Zhao Zihu at this time, and combed the Qin people's crooked bun into the Central Plains upright bun, so the purple gold crown with hair tied up was also crooked, and the two blood plumes were pointing obliquely at the sky. The crooked second uncle...

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