Great Qin had a prosperous age

Chapter 1: At the end of the Warring States Period, the war raged (please recommend and give me a monthly ticket!)

In 225 BC, Qin Wangzheng was 22 years old and Qin Wangzheng was 35 years old.

Qin General Wang Ben, under the orders of Qin Wangzheng, led his army to raid Wei State, breaking through several Wei cities like a broken bamboo chain.

As far as Daliang City, the capital of the State of Wei, they were unable to attack for a long time...

The Qin army was like a pool of black water, surrounding Daliang City.

Densely packed troops and tents were set up in front of the city. Some people in the city were panic-stricken, worried that their sons would not be able to return. Some people sat quietly under the trees and waited, asking about the development of the situation, wanting to see whether Qin or Wei would win this time. The country won; some people were busy climbing out of the dog holes in the city wall to escape; some people came out at night and hung themselves down to the city with ropes.

As the last barrier of the Wei State, Daliang City mobilized all its troops and mobilized all its troops.There are many black armors standing in front of the city gate, and the atmosphere is forbidding.But in the face of the fierce and tall soldiers of the state of Qin, the people of the state of Wei were trembling standing on the city wall, not to mention the other soldiers of the state of Wei, they all hid under the gate of the city, and passed the time every day.

It's like a group of black cats surrounding the entrance of a mouse's burrow.The black cats were so sleepy that they lay down at the entrance of the cave and took a nap.The rats in the city were already trembling with fear.

In a house on the outskirts of Wei State, it was the tenth day of spring. The yard was full of cattail grass, and last year's mats had been pulled out to expose to the sun.

The war outside the city seemed meaningless to them.No one is in the mood to appreciate and pick flowers in the countryside.

Zhang Er was wearing Chinese clothes and meditating in the yard.

His friend Chen Yu opened the courtyard door with his bare hands and angrily.

"I heard that the King of Wei came to invite you again, but he still didn't go. Are you just waiting for the demise of Wei?"

"Han Zhao is dead, the Qin army is arrogant, and the soldiers have the courage to fight ten against one, so Wei will lose. Even if there is one more me, it will not take one more life. He didn't have any way to tell the king of Wei before. Adopt. What’s the use of me going now.”

When Chen Yu heard this, the ferocious look on his face suddenly disappeared, and he sat on the ground with a dejected look.

"We all know that the destruction of the country is inevitable, but after the destruction of the country, where will we go? The Qin people will not let us go."

Zhang Er was wearing a white coat and walking around on the mat with bare feet.

"Just wait and see, maybe there will be a turn for the better."

"Wait? Sir, you keep me waiting every day. Time flies! Sir, have you forgotten that we had the same ambition at the beginning, to make a big difference in this troubled world, but now we have to sit in Daliang City? Waiting for the country’s destruction.”

"You young man, you are impatient and restless, and you will not have good results. If you are willing to listen to me, go home now to appease your wife and children. If you are not willing to listen to me, then you can confidently go to serve King Wei. "

Chen Yu was not happy again.

"Good birds choose trees to roost in, but the king of Wei is not a wise master."

"There are many knowledgeable people like you in the world who want to serve the king, but now they are all lying dormant. If you want to achieve great things, you must learn to be patient. If you still want to get ahead, you must first let others Survive yourself.”

After hearing this, Chen Yu calmed down for a while, turned around and left.

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The war situation in Wei was not as expected and was very difficult.This Daliang City was so impregnable that it could not be captured.

Twenty riders flew out of Wang Ben's camp and headed west.

At the end of the Warring States Period, wars were raging, people were mourning on the border, and people were in ruins.The city walls were captured, the palaces were burned down and looted, and there were dilapidated walls everywhere.

The faces of boys and girls were covered with dust and tears.

Seven days later, this urgent report was finally delivered to Xianyang City.

Unlike the critical situation in front of Daliang City in Wei State, the scenery west of Hangu Pass is unique, with laughter and laughter everywhere, cars and horses meeting each other, and everyone with smiles on their faces.

The world's wealth, beauties, and famous people continuously gathered from outside the customs to the Qin State, and finally ended up in the hands of one person - Qin Wangzheng.

The city of Xianyang is even more lively, with high-rise buildings everywhere and carriages next to each other. From dawn to dark, the gates of Xianyang City are always wide open, and the guards in front of the gates monitor the identities of the people entering the city one by one.

The city is in good order, the officials are conscientious, and the law is strictly enforced, and no one dares to commit violence.

In mid-March, Xianyang City had long since broken away from the shackles of winter. The tributaries of the Wei River at the foot of Lishan Mountain collided with rocks in the mountain stream, making it sound crisp and sweet.

While the master of the city was working hard day and night in the palace, his eldest son, the heir to Qin's etiquette and law, swaggered out of Xianyang Palace and ran around for fun.

Xianyang, Lishan Palace.

On a plain covered with flowers, a young man in black held a horse in one hand and a whip in the other, walking slowly along the river.

The young man's eyebrows were as sharp as ink, and the tail of his eyebrows was like the tip of a sharp sword. His eyes shone with surprise and excitement.

He crossed!

It's a soul penetration, which can be said to be a death.

But the person he wanted to seize was Fusu, the eldest son of Qin.

It was unbelievable at first, always thinking it was a dream, but as time passed, he had to believe that he had arrived in the time and space of 2000 and two hundred years ago and became the prince Fusu in history.

If a person crosses time, he will first have to face two things, one is virus and the other is language.

The virus kills you physically, and the language barrier isolates you socially.

But now Young Master Fusu doesn't have to worry about these two problems at all.

What worried him was that he knew his destiny very well, but it was not easy to change it.History is made by a group of people and cannot be changed by one more person.

What worries him even more is that the sword of power is right in front of him, but he can't get it.

Young Master Fusu's face showed unprecedented sadness and confusion.

As an undergraduate in the Chinese Department, if he traveled back in time to the early Tang Dynasty, he would be famous. If he traveled back in time to the Han Dynasty, he could write a poem like Sima Xiangru and please Emperor Wu.

But he happened to travel back in time to the end of the Warring States Period, when the Qin and Han Dynasties alternated, and his identity was still the young master Fusu who was destined to die in Jiuyuan.

During this period of time, schools of thought are indeed still developing, but schools of thought are the crystallization of civilization, which is not a concept at all with the development of literature and culture.

With such a start, no matter who it is, there is some uncertainty about the future.

Everyone wants a bright and brilliant future, but in the end, they have to bow their heads in front of reality.

Behind this young man stood a horse with snow-white fur.The horse has a round waist and a strong belly, and its limbs are strong and strong.Two masses of hot air erupted from its nostrils and dissipated in the air.

The white horse raised its hooves restlessly, obviously eager to gallop for a while, its bright eyes reflected the body of the young man in black.

The young man raised his head and looked at the high and clear blue sky. Something was stirring deep in his heart.

Young Master Fusu, this is a name that future generations will envy but have to sigh with regret.

What I envied was that he was the son and eldest son of Ying Zheng, the first emperor of all time.What is saddening is that he committed suicide because of a false edict.

The First Emperor, the only emperor through the ages!
As the son of Ying Zheng, the young master Fusu played a good hand of cards to pieces. It is so sad and ridiculous!

This year is the 22nd year of Qin Wangzheng, and Qin Wangzheng is 35 years old.

And today's young master Fusu is only seventeen years old, and there are still 15 years left before the deadline in history.

Anyone who has traveled from modern times and received nine years of compulsory education can easily improve the productivity of the era at the end of the Warring States Period more than 2000 years ago.

What's more, it's him, a graduate student of the Chinese Department from a double first-class university in the 21st century.

Different from the history department, studying in the Chinese department requires him to be familiar with pre-Qin literary classics, but also involves the study and research of history, politics, law, economy, culture and other aspects.

He could have patted his chest and said proudly: He could show his talents in his time.

But fate played a joke on him, and he traveled through time!
Fusu was a little surprised every time he realized that he had traveled through time.

The world's great wonders.

Twenty feet behind Fusu was a group of cavalry guards wearing black armor and holding sharp axes.

All the cavalry guards in this group were in high spirits and stared at the young man in black in front of them without squinting. They did not dare to relax at all.

The guards who protect the eldest son of Qin are naturally the best among the elites of Qin.Among these guards, the youngest is only 30 years old, and the eldest is only just over [-] years old. They are all the warriors of Qin who are one in a hundred.

And this guard belongs to the elite of the Qin army - the Tiger Army that protects the royal family of Xianyang Palace.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats came from the distance, and Young Master Fusu's thoughts were interrupted.

Fusu was slightly confused, but he already got on the horse with his body alert, and then controlled the horse to walk towards his guards.

The sound of horse hooves not only alarmed Fusu, but also the guards behind him.

Wei led Chiwu Ma Liuer to get on his horse and followed with his troops.

Fusu could clearly see the person coming from a distance. It was Feng Changan, the son of Feng Jie, an old friend of the previous owner of this body.

Chi Wu's face suddenly lit up with joy when he saw the person coming, and his tone was a little excited, "Sir, the person coming is the eldest son of the Feng family."

But there was no smile on Fusu's face that Chi Wu wanted to see.

Fu Su was born in the royal palace, and his nobility was born in fine clothes and fine food since he was a child. This was supplemented by his elegant demeanor that was cultivated through the influence of poetry, calligraphy and etiquette. He was a handsome young man praised by everyone in Xianyang City.

However, after the young master's fever subsided, there was suddenly something more in the young master's clear and confident eyes.

Something that Chi Wu felt was bad.

Chi Wu couldn't describe the bad things, but he clearly felt that the young master had lost interest in people and things.

Regarding people, the young master no longer ran to Zhangtai Palace to see the king as frequently as before, nor did he often hang out with Dr. Chunyu. On the contrary, the young master actually began to care about the discord between him and his brothers.

As for things, the young master no longer focused solely on studying, riding horses and archery.Perhaps this had something to do with the young master's recovery from a serious illness, but the look of disgust in the young master's eyes when he saw the bamboo slips made Chi Wu sweat.

You can’t keep doing this, Master!
But what surprised Chi Wu today was that the young master was not as ecstatic as usual when he saw his fellow juniors.

Feng Chang'an, the son of a court official, is also the young master's current teacher, and the apprentice of the famous Doctor Chun Yuyue.

Speaking of which, the two of them are still brothers.

It was a surprise for Young Master Fusu to see Feng Changan.

Because Feng Changan told him when he came to visit his doctor last time that he wanted to prepare for the civil service examination.

If you want to stand out in the Qin State, you must first rely on military merit, and the second rely on learning the law.

To earn military merit, you naturally have to join the army.

As for studying the Dharma, it is naturally best to become an official.

There are many ways to select civil officials in the Qin State, such as the secular official system, the recommendation system, and the academic system. In addition, there are also ways to enter officials through the law, to expand land through military exploits, and to enter officials through guests and guest officials, etc.

As for Feng Changan, his father was Feng Jie, the imperial censor of the dynasty, and his grandfather was Feng Quji, who was now an official in the Shaofu.

He has his own family background, so he can naturally obtain official positions through academics and by listening to lessons indoors.After he succeeds as a student, he will be removed from his disciple status and, like everyone else, will be engaged in clerical and file processing work in institutions at all levels in the Qin State.

Chang'an is cautious by nature and takes things very seriously, inheriting the Feng family tradition.Therefore, it is not a problem to enter places like the Chancellor's Desk in the palace.

But why did he come here suddenly?

Didn't they make an appointment last time to see him again in the palace a month later?

Fusu darkened slightly, and Chi Wu's face suddenly turned green.

Today, he took it upon himself to send someone to notify the eldest son of the Feng family. Otherwise, how could the young master have such a coincidence that he met his old friend as soon as he went out.

"Call-"

The handsome young man in white reined in the reins, quickly turned over and dismounted, and bowed respectfully to Fusu.

"Chang'an pays homage to the eldest son."

"Flat body."

Feng Changan stood up and saw that the young master had a melancholy look on his face. Perhaps as Chi Weisu said, the young master had a heart disease.

Fusu Kongma took a few steps forward, and said to Feng Chang'an who got up.

"Hurry up and get on your horse and walk around the front with me."

"only!"

Feng Changan grinned and controlled his horse as usual to the left side of Fusu, while Chi Wu accompanied him on the right side of Fusu.There were more children from aristocratic families accompanying him, so a long line of people formed behind Fusu.

"Young Master looks much better today than he did a month ago."

Last time, Feng Changan came to the palace to visit the young master. The young master still looked unhappy and pale.

Looking at it today, except for some bruises on his forehead, the young master looks very good overall.

"It's just a bump. I told you last time that I'm fine and don't need to worry."

(End of this chapter)