Great Qin had a prosperous age

Chapter 405 Ying Zheng and Liu Che, evaluation across time and space

This exquisite copper-covered carriage is shining in the morning light.

In the car, this long sentence was recited, and everyone next to the car was shocked when they heard the last sentence.

Doesn't this mean that the First Emperor is old?

This horse has been with people for a long time, and it has gradually become more human. Serving the emperor can be regarded as an honor among horses.

Seeing the horrified expressions on the faces of the people around him, the horse was also very winking, and his pace also slowed down.

Zhao Gao was delighted, Hu Hai was really easily fooled.

This Hu Hai is what he says, he just listens to it.

When Ying Zheng heard this, he naturally wanted to find out what happened.

"Zhao Gao, stop the car."

"only."

Then Zhao Gao reined in the reins, and everyone on all sides of the carriage stopped.

A car in the team suddenly stopped and couldn't go, which naturally affected the whole team.

Fan Zeng sat in the car and continued to drive, looking at the clouds ahead.

Not only that, he was a little excited, he was going back to his hometown.

It is an honor for scholars in the world to be sent under the command of Lord Huayang.

The emperor asked Lord Dongyang to accompany him, and gave Prince Yi a chariot to drive behind him. The chariots and chariots were connected to each other, and the canopy was like clouds. This kind of pomp was not only a symbol of noble status, but also had political implications.

The emperor took the prince of the empire to travel around the world. For such a feat, Fusu naturally knew Ying Zheng's intention.

Fusu asked Ying Zheng to become the First Emperor two years in advance, and the First Emperor was also preparing to breathe his last two years in advance.

History is changing, but there are still many variables in it. A slight change will lead to a completely different direction.

Fan Zeng said to Fusu:

"Your Majesty, I am afraid that there will be disaster in recent days."

"Which one?"

"On the shores of the Xiang River, wild ghosts are crying and howling, and there will be villains causing trouble. Please be careful, sir."

"Just wait and see how my father treats this Xiangshui Guisheng."

Ying Zheng sat upright, staring at Hu Hai fiercely with eyes like a hawk.

Hu Hai was wearing dark clothes today and was underage. His hair was slightly tied together and then spread on his back.His eyes are piercing, and he already has a bit of temperament.

Ying Zheng looked into these clear eyes and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, lest he get angry and punish this son by mistake.

"Did you make this poem?"

When Hu Hai saw his father's angry expression, he was naturally frightened.

"It is not my fault to report to your father, but this song has been spread throughout Xianyang Palace. I heard this sentence before and was puzzled by its meaning. Only today did I know that this song is about my father. "

Hu Hai explained the matter honestly and clearly.

Ying Zheng naturally frowned.

Even Hu Hai couldn't write such a song.

But another person, he can.

"When you are young, why do you want to grow old? What you are talking about is that I am old."

Ying Zheng naturally became angrier as he thought about it. The person who said this must be mocking him.

Hu Hai was naturally afraid of Ying Zheng's anger. He started to panic in the corner, but as Zhao Gao said, don't talk nonsense, and nothing will happen.

"Get out of the car and go."

Hu Hai lowered his head, his eyes full of panic.

In fact, he knew who wrote this poem.

As long as this entire poem is passed on, everyone will suspect that person.

Mr. Huayang, good at writing, is well known to the world.

Hu Hai got off the carriage obediently and got into the passenger car.

"Zhao Gao—"

"The servant is here."

"What Hu Hai said just now has indeed spread in the palace?"

Zhao Gao hesitated for a while and then said through the car curtain:
"Your Majesty, I only heard these words from the young master today."

After a while, Zhao Gao deliberately said again, "Young Master Eighteen is pure in nature and harmless in his thoughts, please don't take it to heart, Your Majesty."

In the car, Ying Zheng snorted coldly.

"Even if he had the heart, he couldn't write such a long poem."

Zhao Gao didn't say anything.

His Majesty has been exhausted mentally and physically recently, and his physical condition is not as good as before. He just needs to work harder and his Majesty will be able to pass away.

Your Majesty values ​​the Meng family, but Dongyang Jun is different. Tingwei Meng Yi did not seek benefits from the prince.

On the other side, the Wang family was greatly outnumbered by the Meng family. The young Marquis was young and energetic, and wanted to restore the Wang family's former power and influence in the court.

As for Hu Hai, he looks like he is almost an adult, but he is actually still a child of the sea and can be easily manipulated.

Young people, you cannot escape from my grasp.

Zhao Gao was thinking about how to bring down all Meng Yi's backers, and the key was to give some bad hints to His Majesty the Emperor.

The reason why His Majesty is still able to survive to this day is because of nothing else but his refusal to admit defeat and old age.

As long as His Majesty the Emperor realizes this, Zhao Gao's plan will be achieved.

As long as His Majesty's belief collapses, it will naturally follow.

As for Lord Dongyang, he thought that the prince was still a little too weak. Since this poem was so well written, why not take it out and enjoy it together, so that his majesty could wake up.

Your Majesty is too self-righteous and thinks that this empire cannot survive without him, but in fact, it is all dependent on small people like them running around and working hard.

Zhao Gao thought so.

After a small interlude, the carriage started moving again.

In the car, Ying Zheng was sitting alone.

It's not that he doesn't want to pursue this matter, but he already knows everything from Hu Hai's expression.

Apparently, he was just being taken advantage of.

Ying Zheng's eyes darkened.

Yingzheng pardoned Zhao Gao because of many reasons, feelings being just one of them.

But now, Ying Zheng found out that Zhao Gao was still meddling in some things that he was very taboo about.

This made Ying Zheng very disgusted with Zhao Gao.

Coupled with the previous events, Ying Zheng gradually became murderous towards Zhao Gao.

But he didn't show it. This time he brought Fusu out, not to play with him.

Now, Fusu's attitude towards Zhao Gao is very critical.

Ying Zheng didn't want to summon Fusu at this time, so as not to alarm these two people.

Ying Zheng closed the memorial and no longer wanted to approve it.

The surging Xiang River makes a roaring noise without interruption.

Ying Zheng lifted the curtains of his car and looked at the Xiang River.

On the surface of the water, the center of the river looks very calm, but under the water, there is actually an undercurrent surging.

"The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow, and the geese fly south. The orchids are beautiful, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and I am pregnant with a beautiful woman. I can't forget it. The boats are floating on the building, and the Fen River flows across the middle, and the waves are flowing. Flute and drum Ming and singing, full of joy and much sadness. When are you young and strong, why do you grow old?"

This song may not seem like much to others, but when it came to Ying Zheng, he felt the most deeply.

This is a poem written by a future emperor who will be named the same as him.

Beautiful women and grand scenes were indeed the things he liked in his prime, but this song lacked a lot of things.

In Ying Zheng's opinion, this song is still written with a woman's kindness and does not show the temperament that an emperor should have.As for his domineering power, the ability to dominate the world with one person, was not mentioned.

Not only that, the person who wrote this poem even forgot that he, Emperor Qin, had thousands of troops under his command.

Ying Zheng tasted this poem carefully, and naturally felt that it was not interesting enough.

The person who wrote this poem is too affectionate.

How can a hero like me be the kind of person who is nostalgic for lingering stories.

Unbeknownst to Ying Zheng, he secretly had a confrontation across time and space with an emperor who should have appeared but would not.

Ying Zheng's criticism of Liu Che is obvious.

　This will be the last winter tour of the First Emperor.

　　I hope everyone will cherish it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)