My son, Fusu, please abdicate the first emperor!

Chapter 630: Has the Duruo flower in my hometown bloomed?
When the ministers and eunuchs in the palace were hurriedly packing their luggage to follow Ying Zheng on his eastern tour and to share in the glory of the First Emperor.

Lin Xin simply gave this task to his pregnant wife and nine-year-old daughter.

Xin's eldest son had reached adulthood and was away doing two years of military service. When he returned, he would be able to obtain an official position.

Xin was originally inheriting the business of his ancestors. As the descendants of Shi, his family had to follow the laws of Qin and serve as Qin officials for generations.

For the Qin State, which once regarded Qin Law as its guiding principle, and for the Qin people, who regarded law as their highest belief, being a Qin official will always be a noble profession.

Wield the sword of law, hold the scales of justice, and eliminate the sword of law.

Xin and his family of four generations have served the king with all their might.

Not caring about how his eastern tour would go, he ran to the vicinity of Mount Li.

Zhang Han, the Shaofu, was very surprised that the Shangshu Ling, who was in charge of confidential documents, ignored his own safety. He drove to Mount Li with two servants.

Zhang Han immediately sent a large force to protect Xin.

"Why is the Shangshu Ling here?"

"I came here to seek a wise man."

The letter did not tell Zhang Han much, it just gave a name and said he wanted to see him.

"You can meet this person if you want. But he has a strange temper and an arrogant personality. I'm afraid it's hard for ordinary people to stand him."

When Lin Xin heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Is it really so unbearable as some people say?"

Zhang Han said to Lin Xin, "Although this man is very young, he is very knowledgeable. Whenever he has free time, he will visit famous teachers. He is a good person in every way, except that he has a mouth that cannot speak."

"Okay. I need someone like this. A historian needs someone who can write truthfully. If someone is really good at speaking, I'm afraid he has nothing in his mind."

Lin Xin once followed Fusu, and now follows His Majesty the Emperor.

This fully demonstrates that there is no rift between the emperor and the prince.

But Zhang Han was not a very honest person, and he had some past with Fusu. Xin knew the story of calling a deer a horse better than anyone else.

Zhang Han did not want to have an estranged relationship with Xin, so he asked, "Has the Minister of the Chancellery come here in person to look for someone for the Emperor?"

Zhang Han always felt that it was unlikely. Given the character of the current emperor, he would not be willing to use this person.

"I invited him on behalf of the prince. I hope he can be a good historian and write truthfully. The pen of the historian can be a mirror, allowing the prince to always understand his political gains and losses."

Zhang Han was quite surprised when he heard this.

"It's rare that the Shangshu Ling has such deep feelings for his former master."

Xin just smiled when he heard this. "The prince is not my former master."

Zhang Han respectfully saw Lin Xin off.

From the moment Zhang Han came to the side of the Emperor, he knew that there were many hidden talents around the Emperor, and each one of them was very powerful.

But in terms of loyalty and trustworthiness, Lin Xin ranks first in Zhang Han's mind.

Zhang Han looked at Lin Xin and couldn't help asking a question.

"If you care so much about the prince, why did you leave in the first place?"

"I can't explain it clearly." Xin shook his head.

"Given your position in the prince's heart, you can definitely return to his side in the future." When Zhang Han said the word "in the future", he deliberately prolonged the tone to indicate something else. "Why bother to find an opponent for yourself?"

"To serve the king, one should use all one's talents and recommend talented people to the king. What is my humble self worth?"

"Brother, you have the spirit of Bao Shuya." Zhang Han's official position was nominally much higher than Xin's. He respectfully called Xin "brother" out of his genuine respect for Xin.

Xin talked to Zhang Han for a few words and then was taken to find someone.

On the way, Xin looked up at the gloomy sky above Mount Li and asked himself the same question.

"Yeah, why should I rush to find an opponent for myself? Can't I just take a break?"

Xin asked on his own and was soon led to see the young general. He was leading fifty people and was specifically responsible for guarding the prisoners.

But when Xin saw this man, he was shirtless, swaying his arms and walking towards him with a halberd in his hand.

When Lin Xin saw this person, he was a little nervous at first. I was afraid I was being cheated.

It's just that this person is very generous and lavish. When he saw Lin Xin, he talked about everything, as if he really knew a little bit about everything.

Just talking about business, this person became surprisingly excited.

"What did you say? You want me to be a historian." The other party was extremely excited and slapped his thigh.

"Exactly."

"On behalf of the entire Sima family, I would like to thank the Minister of the Chancellery." Sima Wuyi stood up and bowed to Lin Xin.

Lin Xin was surprised. "The person who recommended me to you said that you don't care about power and wealth. Even the Shaofu said that you are difficult to get along with and that you will most likely not follow me into the palace to serve as an official. The two people I mentioned are definitely not wrong."

Sima Wuyi laughed when he heard this. "Hahahaha, Shangshu Ling doesn't know this. My Sima clan is originally a historian. We Sima family can cite Emperor Zhuanxu."

"Emperor Zhuanxu, the one who knows everything about heaven and earth. The Celestial Official, he only appears once every five hundred years. He is an expert in everything from mountain medicine to fortune-telling."

"Speaking of Emperor Zhuanxu, this man did something that even the gods were speechless."

"..."

"Unfortunately, what happened to my family later on? I lost my previous job and became a general. But in my bones, I still have the blood of the Sima family. I always want to restore the glory of my ancestors."

Xin seemed to agree, but he was wondering why this guy looked so unreliable.

"My family has been historians for generations. My great-great-grandfather helped King Huiwen to pacify Bashu. My grandfather, whose name you also know, assisted Bai Qi, Lord Wu'an, in winning the Battle of Changping."

"My father was an important official of the current emperor. My family has been highly respected by the Qin royal family for generations. Now you want me to serve the crown prince. This is not just a promotion for me, but also a chance for me to restore the glory of my ancestors - to compile a history book and revise the classics."

Lin Xin just widened his eyes.

"History book?"

"Yes. There are many forgeries in the history books nowadays. We have the skills to verify and proofread them. I think writing a history book will not disappoint the gods and spirits of our ancestors."

Lin Xin couldn't help but complain in his heart, thinking that I was well versed in classics, history, and literature, but I didn't dare to say that I could write a great historical work. You, at such a young age, dare to say such a big thing.

Xin felt a little regretful that he didn't use his last time to accompany his family, as the other party was such a young and inexperienced person.

Sima Wuyi was drinking a little wine, and his life was originally easy and happy. He looked at the Shangshu Ling, who seemed to be frustrated. He was too lazy to pay attention to him. If he wanted him to do the job, he would do it. If he didn't want him to do the job, it didn't matter.

"Do you know what it means to be the prince's historian?"

"Write what needs to be written." Sima Wuyi looked at Lin Xin's serious face and laughed.

He didn't seem to have much respect for Lin Xin's personal invitation.

Lin Xin was greatly disappointed, but he did not intend to embarrass Sima Wuyi. He just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

But suddenly, Sima Wuyi said again.

"You should write what you shouldn't write." Sima Wuyi suddenly became serious and frowned.

"The pen of a historian is more powerful than thousands of troops. What can make a king afraid is never thousands of troops, but the pen of a historian."

Sima Wuyi held the wine bowl in one hand and looked at Lin Xin.

"I think those who dare to be historians must be ten times braver than the soldiers on the battlefield. After seeing you today, I have nothing to worry about for the prince anymore."

"Crown Prince? Isn't it His Majesty the Emperor?" Sima Wuyi originally thought that Lin Xin came to invite him because His Majesty the Emperor had chopped off the historian's head again, and Xin was asking him to die.

As a result, he became the historian for the prince.

"Any questions?"

"No, no. It just feels strange that you are the Minister of the Emperor, and you personally ride a horse to find a historian for the Crown Prince."

Xin looked at Sima Wuyi and said, "I hope there will be someone I can trust to protect the prince of Qin. This protection does not mean the prince's safety, because there are tiger guards to ensure his safety. What I mean by protection is that I hope someone can persuade the prince to never forget what he once thought."

"Just yesterday, someone gave me a message. With a sword in hand, the desire to kill comes naturally."

"At first I didn't understand why I cared so much about the Crown Prince's historian, but later I realized it was because I didn't want to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince being corrupted by power in the future, so I wanted to ask someone worthy of my trust to protect the Crown Prince's original intention for me."

"Such protection must be restrained. It is definitely not indulgence. If you are truly loyal to the prince, you should restrict him, not indulge him."

"I don't know, Brother Sima, can you help me with this?"

Sima Wuyi, in terms of age and status, was inferior to Shangshu Lingxin. Hearing this sincere statement, he felt a warm current flowing through his heart.

"So that's it..."

"Can you do me this favor?" Xin asked again, "For the sake of the people of the world, restrain the prince instead of letting him indulge himself."

Sima Wuyi grew up in Xianyang.

A true Qin person.

The family had been historians for generations, and even generals served the king. They knew best about the king's ruthlessness.

Speaking of which, the current Emperor is much friendlier to his meritorious officials than previous emperors.

But the actions of His Majesty the Emperor today are definitely not those of a benevolent ruler.

Seeing Sima Wuyi thinking and hesitating to make a decision.

There is no rush for the letter.

"This is a job that will last a lifetime. This is our first meeting, but I have entrusted you with such a great responsibility. How can I expect you to agree to such an important task?" "Think about it carefully. If you have made up your mind, come to the palace to find me. Maybe before the Eastern Tour, you can become the historian beside the prince. Everyone wants to participate in the Eastern Tour."

"Being a historian is a tough job, but it also has many benefits. Following the ruler of a country and recording his life is much more exciting than killing enemies on the battlefield."

Xin said everything he wanted to say and then left.

Only Sima Wuyi was left alone at the table.

He looked at the letter going away and muttered to himself.

"This is not asking me to be a historian, this is asking me to watch over the crown prince and make sure he doesn't become the first emperor in the future."

"With a sharp sword in hand, the desire to kill comes naturally. That's a very good point."
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Pepper House Palace...

Today the queen is full of energy and even has a blush on her cheeks.

"Mother, why do you look like you have recovered from your illness today?"

"Is that right?"

Fusu held the queen's hand and was very happy.

The queen was unwilling to answer. She had been ill for so long that everyone thought it was natural for her to be ill. At the beginning, everyone was worried and looked after her day and night, but in the end, no one cared.

The queen also learned a saying in the human world: 'There will be no filial son by the bed of a long-term patient.'

That's life.

The queen just blamed Fusu, "I have been waiting for a long time, why do you only come to see me once every half a month?"

"I've been busy with Taixue these days."

"I heard that your father is suspicious of you. He looks very cold, but he is actually the softest person. Don't confront him in the future, and nothing will happen. Among all his sons, he loves you the most."

Fusu found it a bit corny.

"There is only one day left before the Eastern Tour begins. I came here on purpose to visit you. Mother, is there anything you want me to bring you? Like a conch shell."

"I guess mother is used to pearls, but will like conches."

But the queen took Fusu's hand and said, "Can you stay with me? I've been a little scared these days."

Fusu was a little confused when he heard it. "What are you talking about, mother? This is a major event for the Eastern Tour. How can I just say I won't go? If it gets out, it will make me, the crown prince, seem extremely irresponsible."

The queen's eyes were full of disappointment, and she immediately let go of Fusu's hand that she had been holding tightly.

However, at that moment, Fusu seemed to have a bad premonition.

He knelt down again and took the queen's hand again and said, "I have very important things to do on this eastern tour. It is said that we will be back in three months. Mother is waiting for me here, and I will be back soon."

The queen looked at Fusu and felt angry. She didn't know why, and she pushed Fusu away irritably.

He seems to have a very bad temper.

Before Fusu could speak, the queen suddenly spoke to him angrily.

"I gave birth to you and raised you up. I never tried to keep you in my life, but why did you refuse to stay when I tried to keep you?" The queen didn't understand.

Why wasn't his sweetheart willing to spend more time with her?

What kind of crime did she commit? Why did her father die early and she couldn't see her mother for the rest of her life? Her husband had thousands of women and her son refused to spend more time with her.

What a blessing...

Fusu was still very sensitive to the queen's emotions. He hugged the queen and asked, "Mother, what's wrong with you today?"

"I've already told you, I have something very important to do."

Fusu was going to meet the generals guarding the border. When he was going to do that, he had to interact with these people.

He couldn't stand Ying Zheng anymore.

He's going to do something big.

Fusu was full of confidence.

In fact, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he had no way to tell his mother directly.

He can make the world a better place, and he has many ideals to realize.

My mother also didn't like killing, and she often felt sorry for the civilian mothers and women who had lost their children, because as a woman herself, she knew too well how unfortunate women were during wartime.

Fusu believed that he could put an end to the killing in the future and make the world what mothers expected, so that every mother would not have to experience the pain of losing her son.

In addition, he planned to revise the military merit system. The Qin Empire had always been fearless in its foreign conquests because it relied on its powerful national strength, the most advanced technology, and the most powerful weapons.

It was because of the cancer of the military merit system that people were fond of war. That was why Fusu was reluctant to promote the science and technology he had mastered, as well as various good war weapons.

If you have a sharp weapon, you will definitely have the desire to kill.

If Fusu did not first complete the reform of the Qin Empire and make cultural adjustments, the Qin Empire would not last long.

He will end up falling apart and disintegrating like a certain country two thousand years later in history.

Fusu planned to seize power, reform the military merit system as soon as possible, invent firearms, pacify the four barbarians in the south, and subdue the world.

Then create a peaceful and prosperous era.

But he couldn't tell his mother these things.

He would wait until he succeeded, then lock up his father and let him stay with his mother.

The queen was extremely stubborn and asked unreasonably, "Are you going to stay or not? I have never asked you to stay."

"But I have never gone against my mother's wishes since I was a child. Why did you force me to do something today?" Fusu also began to get angry. "Mother, do you know how big a deal the Eastern Tour is? The whole world is watching."

The queen looked at Fusu, tears streaming down her face.

"If you leave this time, never come back again."

"And don't bring me any stinking conch! I don't want any."

The palace maid watching nearby also felt that something was not right with the queen today.

They had just started eating when the queen walked up to them, knocked over all the dishes on the table and threw them on the ground.

All the wine, meat and delicious food were knocked to the ground.

"Take away the food and don't give it to the prince!"

Feng Wanwan, who had been standing by, saw this and couldn't help but get angry.

"Mother, how could you do this? The prince came to visit in person because he was worried about the queen before he left."

"But you, Queen, are throwing a tantrum here."

The queen was even angrier when she saw Feng Wanwan. "I knew that Fusu stopped visiting me because of a bad woman like you."

"Let's go together."

As the queen said this, she returned to the back hall angrily.

Fusu stood in the palace, feeling irritated. "How do you serve the queen?"

The eunuchs were all trembling with fear. "The queen is usually fine. I don't know what happened today. She suddenly lost her temper."

Fusu looked at the guards and maids in the palace. He knew it was meaningless to scold them at this time.

Feng Wanwan also advised, "Maybe the Queen Mother misses the Prince too much."

Fusu was helpless. He had to go.

"Tell my mother that I will spend time with her when I come back this time. At worst, I can move back to the Pepper Palace."

As Fusu spoke, he suddenly remembered that more than ten years ago, he lived in the same palace with his mother, and they were together day and night.

Her mother was different from other women.

The queen would play games with her, instead of leaving her sons aside like other concubines to let the children play with other children while they themselves played tossing pots, Liubo, and chatting.

Fusu thought about it, looked back at the spilled meal, and then looked at the empty corridor.

The queen had disappeared long ago.

Feng Wanwan took Fusu's hand and said, "Prince, let's go."

The queen returned to her bedroom, and after a while several maids came in.

"How is it, the prince?"

The maids looked at each other, "The prince and his wife have left."

The queen said nothing, but slammed the table heavily.

"When you have a good man, you forget your mother."

Soon, the sky darkened.

The queen looked at the sinking dusk alone and asked sadly, "Have the Duruo flowers in my hometown bloomed?"

【Duruo, a famous flower in Chu State. Flowering period is July to September.】

(End of this chapter)