My Liver Experience in Reality

Chapter 197 Twelve Golden Men!

In the court hall.

In front of the throne, Ying Zheng's face was cold and stern, and all the officials were trembling.

He really hated these corrupt scholars, but when it came to military and state affairs, the emperor couldn't speak out, even he, as the First Emperor, couldn't!

In the past, he had to consider the constraints of the national destiny, so he naturally tolerated the Confucianism that played a mediating role in it.

But let's not mention it now. He has decided to go behind the door and say that he has completely condensed the country's fate by his own means and turned it into a black dragon of black water. Naturally, this group of rotten scholars will be of no use.

Chunyu Yue was only at the beginning, and none of the bunch of trash Ying Zheng behind him, who were only fighting for power in the Great Qin court, would be spared.

In Xianyang City, deep underground beside the Royal City.

The leaders of Mohist giants and Taoist and Confucian families are among them.

The lava fire illuminated the huge forging space extremely red. Within it, twelve golden bronze figures of different shapes kept floating.

It can be clearly seen that there is no trace of being burned by the lava fire on the surface of these twelve golden figures.

"From the beginning of the Seven Kingdoms War to the time when the First Emperor issued the edict, I collected all the blood-stained weapons and cast them into these twelve golden figures, but..."

The rickety old Taoist man frowned slightly.

From his perspective, there were seven dense airs of different shapes above the originally empty lava.

This is the national destiny of the Seven Heroes.

From the beginning of their casting, these seven dense auras spread throughout the underground, and as time passed, the inner parts of these twelve golden figures gradually became different.

"Okay, haven't you noticed yet? We are tool people, functioning as molds. What really matters are these seven scattered national fortunes that come from nowhere!"

The Mohist giant stared at the twelve golden figures with bright eyes. In his eyes, the scene he saw was different from that of the Taoist old man.

These golden people floating in the earthly fire are gradually emitting an extremely pure killing intention. Although the quantity is small, the quality is extremely high, and the quantity is still increasing. They are far from the final date given to them by Ying Zheng. , there is still a long time, God knows what they will become by then
"There are still five months left until the ceremony of Zen. These golden people will come to Mount Tai on the day of the ceremony, so we can't slack off!"

The old Confucian man took two steps slowly beside the lava, then paused suddenly and said: "The area I am responsible for has been completed, but the formation inside is still far from good. You have to work hard!"

"I will not disappoint His Majesty!"

The Mo family giant nodded and immediately started moving his hands.

The rickety old man next to him, who had taken off his Taoist robe, leaving only his inner lining, also started to operate.

He is the one responsible for portraying the formation, while the Mohist giant injects something unique to Mohism into it.

This was a secret that was not told. Even after staying together for more than a year, the other two people didn't see any reason for it. They only knew that the former kept it secret.

But these had nothing to do with the Confucian old man. After the two of them started to move, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from an indescribable place and read it with relish.

On the ground, it was already night.

The moon disk has just risen.

All the lights in the royal city have been lit up.

Inside Zhangtai Palace.

Ying Zheng is sitting at the top. Except for Meng Tian and his like who are leading the troops outside, all the generals in the army are here. In addition, some ministers such as Li Si and other ministers of the three ministers and nine ministers are also in the ranks.

"Zhang Han, tell me what you saw."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, and a figure hidden in the darkness appeared in front of everyone.

"only!"

The figure bowed and responded.

Immediately, a rather young face turned towards the crowd and began to speak.

"Your Majesty, after Chunyu Yue was driven out of Xianyang, the group of corrupt scholars led by Chunyu Yue divided into three groups. One group went to find the eldest son, the other went to the south, and the last group followed Chun Yuyue to the north. "

Listening to his words, all the civil and military ministers looked solemn.

They were very impressed by Zhang Han.

He was in charge of the palace guard of the Qin Dynasty, and also served as the eyes and ears of the First Emperor Yingzheng to monitor the world.

But now such a person is asked to announce the movements of those corrupt scholars in public.

The signal released has to make people think deeply.

Finally, after Zhang Han finished reading, he bowed back and stood aside, clearly separated from the ministers.

"My lords, this is a good Confucian scholar who speaks the words of saints." Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and said in a calm tone.

"Your Majesty, they are nothing more than rootless duckweeds. They cannot make a big impact. Neither the north nor the south have anything to fear. But, where is the eldest son?"

Li Si stepped out of the queue and said in a deep voice.

When he mentioned the word eldest son, his brows wrinkled subconsciously, but he smoothed them over quickly.

"Fusu."

Ying Zheng looked slightly stunned.

Some don't know how to speak.

The thing he regretted most was handing Fusu over to the idiot Chun Yuyue, who directly took Fusu into the ditch.

Chunyu Yue and others' sage talk was just to fight for power and gain, but Fu Su.
Ying Zheng frowned and said directly: "I have already asked Fusu to go to Mount Tai. There is no need to worry about corrupt scholars."

"Besides, this is the whetstone I left for him!"

"If he can't hold on, he'll just leave it to the next generation!"

Li Si lowered his head slightly and said no more.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng shook his head slightly, but his purpose of asking Zhang Han to reveal the movements of those corrupt scholars had been achieved, and he was too lazy to say anything more.

He is paving the way for Fusu.

He didn't know what was going on on the other side. He could tell how serious the situation on the other side was just from Zhang Xuanchong's few words.

It is very likely that Da Qin will be wiped out by the aftermath of the battle by the top masters as soon as he enters. This is not impossible.

Therefore, eggs cannot be put in one basket.

The main force of the Qin Dynasty was commanded by him and marched behind the gate, while Fusu was in charge of the Xia Dynasty and continued to suppress the Central Plains.

Similarly, these ministers and nobles chosen by him will not put their eggs in one basket.

But looking at the many descendants of Ying Zheng, there is only one who can be the king.

The crooked Fusu.

Ying Zheng must give these people a guarantee that after they leave with him, there will be no problems with the people left behind. At the very least, the problems will not occur with the new king.

But if Fusu fails to live up to his expectations and doesn't think clearly before granting the title of Zen, then Ying Zheng will have to be a villain.

Ying Zheng knew this, and so did the civil and military ministers below.

Therefore, they have no objection.

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"My lords, please go on your own!"

Ying Zheng shook his head, waved his hands, stood up, walked out of the hall first, and headed to the harem.

Wang Jian looked like he had nothing to do and was not interested in anything. After seeing Ying Zheng leave, he also walked out slowly, ignoring the shouts of his children and grandchildren behind him.

He wanted to retire, but Ying Zheng wouldn't let him.

Killing heroes is not Ying Zheng's style.

But Wang Jian didn't dare to gamble.

So in any formal occasion like this, he always looks like half of his neck is buried in the ground.

Not only him, but also the Mongolian Mastiff looks like this.

In terms of seniority, Meng Mastiff was even more senior than Wang Jian, but because of Ying Zheng's problems, both of them had to walk around the court.

Seeing that the two pillars of the military were half-dead, Li Si couldn't help but shook his head, but he began to think about his own affairs.

He must follow Ying Zheng, otherwise, the day Fusu comes to power will be the day he steps down.

However, the same cannot be said for his son.

"Yuah, you have to give me a voice!"

Listening to his thoughts, many people showed signs of empathy.

They all shook their heads and walked out.

(End of this chapter)