My son, Fusu, please abdicate the first emperor!

Chapter 451 It’s not easy to be king
"I have never sent any troops. If I say 400,000, it is 400,000."

Ying Zheng's roar resounded in the hall and reached everyone's ears.

Everyone looked up at Ying Zheng.

"It can't be that the military situation is wrong?"

"Is it possible that the prince can conjure 200,000 Qin troops out of thin air?"

"The Chu State was scared away and retreated by the 600,000 troops led by the prince. It shouldn't be a lie."

The ministers consulted and asked each other, and the answer soon became clear.

"I'm afraid it was the prince's plan to deceive the Chu people. It's hard for the Chu people to believe it, so they suddenly retreated in large numbers."

Li Si bowed.

All the ministers nodded and praised, "The prince has always been clever. I didn't expect that this time when facing 400,000 Chu troops, he could actually create the illusion that our Qin country has 600,000 troops. It was almost without bloodshed, and the Chu people were defeated in terms of momentum." ”

Meng Wu naturally scolded him.

The more the minister talked, the satisfaction turned into pride.

When the King of Qin said this, some of his ministers were indeed fooled. They hurriedly stepped forward to explain to Fusu, "Your Majesty, Lord Hengyang did this out of necessity. If he had told it in advance, the news would have leaked."

As soon as these words came out, the officials suddenly laughed.

"When Fusu comes back this time, I will definitely punish him. It's just a matter of defrauding the Chu army. Why don't you reveal it to me and the ministers in advance?"

All the ministers praised Fusu one after another. Even the young master Feng Quji, who had always been cautious in his words and deeds and did not violate the rules at all, could not help but said this time, "The prince's actions this time are really surprising. To make all Chu's 400,000 troops believe that Qin will send 600,000 troops is definitely not something that ordinary people can do."

But in terms of face, Ying Zheng actually pretended to be helpless and said, "No matter, no matter, Fusu has grown up now. I really don't know who else in the world has a son as ignorant as Fusu."

"Your Majesty, Lord Hengyang's move is also to make the Chu army retreat as soon as possible to reduce the casualties of our Qin country."

Everyone couldn't stop praising Fusu, and Qin Wangzheng, his father, even had a look of satisfaction on his face.

"To others, it may seem like a wild and whimsical thing, but once it's in the hands of the prince, anything is possible."

Ying Zheng felt even more happy when he saw these ministers being so anxious.

In a rare moment of wit, Meng Yi stood up and said, "I don't think the king wants to punish the prince at all. What the king actually wants to say is that among the ministers here, no father's son can compare to the prince."

Although Ying Zheng was proud, he would not directly praise Fusu. "Before the expedition, Fusu told me a lot of strategic ideas for attacking Chu. But I didn't expect that Fusu would use such a strategy as soon as he arrived on the battlefield. He almost deceived me."

Meng Yi publicly communicated with Ying Zheng in an equal tone in the court, which was a big taboo.

At this time, Ying Zheng was very satisfied with his life. In the past, Ying Zheng's life could be described as having no relatives to rely on, but since he had a queen and grew up in Fusu to help his career, Ying Zheng's own heart has gradually softened.

A group of old ministers listened, with a few wrinkles on their faces from dry laughter.

Meng Wu quickly reminded Meng Yi, "How dare you make such a mistake in front of the king. After I go back, I will definitely use my family's methods on you."

"The prince is really extraordinary! This battle will definitely go down in history."

There are also mature and prudent ministers such as Wang Wan. They boast that they have seen countless strange people and strange things, and experienced numerous storms and waves, but few things can compare with the feat that Fusu accomplished this time.

"I didn't expect that the prince would use this method to force the 400,000 Chu troops to retreat in just three months."

Meng Yi was not afraid, "I have the king to make the decision for me, not to mention what I said today is the truth."

Ying Zheng smiled again. He wished that Meng Yi could live in the palace if his ministers had such a bright-eyed, tough-minded young man who dared to speak and act.

However, in order to maintain his authority in front of the ministers, even if Ying Zheng liked Meng Yi 20%, he could only reveal 50%. "That's all. This time, for the sake of Old General Meng, I'll spare the young doctor."

Everyone looked at Meng Yi with immense jealousy in their hearts.

He was young, handsome and handsome, and had a wealthy Meng family behind him. His elder brother Meng Tian was deeply loved by the King of Qin, and he became a general at a young age.

The ministers here can crawl to the feet of King Qin, either because their hands are stained with blood and they have committed countless sins, or they have gone through countless hardships and the blade of death has scratched their necks.

When a young talent like Meng Yi, who was full of confidence and exuded the fragrance of books, appeared in front of them, these people smiled on their faces, but they couldn't help biting their cheeks, wishing that Meng Wu was their father.

It's a pity that Meng Yi's eyes can only look forward. He may never be able to see the true side of the courtiers behind him who interact with him on weekdays.

Only Ying Zheng, sitting in the highest position of power, could clearly see the situation below.

Meng Yi is loyal, and whoever attacks Meng Yi is a traitor.

Ying Zheng glanced at the courtiers gently, and the courtiers behind Meng Yi began to become respectful.

When you are a king, there is no day when you don’t have to be energetic.

Ying Zheng looked at the people sitting down, thinking about Fu Su, Meng Tian, ​​Li Xin and others, and felt much more at ease.

In order to ensure his power, Ying Zheng can only keep the most dangerous people by his side and suppress them personally; and those who are deeply trusted by him have to be sent to distant places. Only people like Fu Su, Ying Zheng Zhengcai was relieved and willing to hand over military power to them.

After the court meeting ended, Ying Zheng thought about the reactions of the ministers in the court today. He thought that it would be much easier for Fusu to succeed to the throne in the future than it was for him at the beginning.

Ying Zheng thought of Fusu's first half of his life and compared it with his own. Perhaps this was the value of his efforts.

Let his descendants no longer have to suffer the pain he experienced.

But when the maid undressed him, Ying Zheng looked at himself in the bronze mirror. His face was no longer the high-spirited, sharp and unruly look it once was, and Ying Zheng felt a hint of annoyance in his heart.

While sitting like this, the eunuch suddenly came in a hurry to report.

"My lord, I am so happy!"

"My ministers are here to congratulate the king!"

"What's the matter?" Ying Zheng only has one problem on his mind - the Kingdom of Chu. He subconsciously thought that it was Fusu who had brought good news again.

"Your Majesty, Han Ji gave birth to a son for the prince. Mother and son are safe."

When Ying Zheng heard the news, he was not overly happy, but was stunned for a while.

Ying Zheng became king at the age of thirteen, got married and had children at the age of seventeen.

But among his other sons, some gave birth to sons when they were only thirteen years old, and Ying Zheng had already become a grandfather.

Therefore, Ying Zheng has always had a meaningless attitude towards the matter of having a grandson.

The birth of these grandchildren is more of a reminder to Ying Zheng that he is old. Even Ying Zheng himself is thinking about what will happen to so many descendants in the future.

Born into a royal family, if the country has a strong monarch, it may be possible to exempt them from death; once the monarch is unjust and power is transferred downward, there will be a river of blood.

Ying Zheng sat for a while, not happy at all.

This made the eunuch who hurried back to ask for the reward have eyes full of lost dust.

(End of this chapter)