Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 977 The eldest son arrived at his loyal...

Lu...lu...lu...lu...

Amidst the sound of rolling wheels, a huge carriage with a wide and tall carriage and reinforced iron edging slowly drove along the solid and flat official road towards the Xianyang area where Jingwei and Jingwei meet.

The hundreds of elite cavalrymen accompanying them further proved the special identity of the person sitting in the carriage.

The carriage crossed the high-rise Longshou Plain on the bank of the Weishui River and gradually approached the Zhangtai Palace, the core of power in the empire.

Needless to say, the identity of the carriage owner is naturally the eldest son of the empire who is closest to the throne in the world, His Highness Fusu.

After ten months, he finally returned to the imperial capital from Shangjun and returned to Xianyang City after a long absence.

And his return is bound to make the situation in Xianyang City, which is already undercurrent and turbulent, further chaotic and complicated.

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In the residence of Zhao Gao, the commander of the CRRC Mansion, Zhao Gao is wearing an official uniform that has not been changed for thousands of years. The red clothes are bleeding, and the eaves are towering. He has a pair of gloomy eyes that never give people the slightest feeling of sunshine, and his temples stretch out. The dark red hair adds a bit of eerie and evil temperament.

Beside him, a faceless Snatcher wearing black clothes and a bamboo hat stood respectfully, waiting for his orders.

Zhao Gao held a letter with his slender pale fingers, and his eyes were scanning it quickly. After a while, he had read all the contents. He squeezed it hard, used his true energy to shatter the paper ball, and let it fly in the wind.

"It's really lively... What a pity..." Looking up and glancing in the direction of Zhangtai Palace, Zhao Gao murmured something sinister, half-smiling but not smiling.

Long ago, he should have personally led the team to Jingchu Yiyi, responsible for giving a head-on blow to the anti-imperial elements gathered by the Mo family.

Then he suddenly got the news that Ying Zheng intended to consecrate Mount Tai and immediately recalled the eldest son Fusu.

At this moment, he was stuck. He could only give up the affairs in Jingchu for the time being, stay in Xianyang, and keep a close eye on the situation here.

Fusu's return has touched the minds of too many people in the government and the public. Even before he actually returned to Xianyang, a large number of people had already contacted...Meng Yi through various methods.

There is no way, Gu Xun has not been in Xianyang recently, and he rarely sees foreign visitors. The only leader of the eldest son's faction is the Meng family.

The head of the family, Meng Wu, has gradually faded out of the court in recent years, and Meng Tian has become the figure who carries the throne. However, he is not in Xianyang now, so these people have no choice but to retreat and find a way out from Nei Shi Mengyi.

The influence of Fusu's identity as the eldest son can be seen from this.

For the sake of his apprentice, and even more for the ambition in his heart, Zhao Gao naturally did not dare to relax.

Based on Fusu's next movements, he must formulate a suitable plan as soon as possible to reduce the other party's influence, or to put it more bluntly, find a way to push the other party away from the emperor's throne.

For Gu Xun, Zhao Gao never had any specific measures, but it was different for Fusu. In the final analysis, it was Ying Zheng who decided who to pass the throne to. As long as Ying Zheng disliked his eldest son, then Fusu means everything is over.

Even Gu Xun couldn't forcefully change the First Emperor's mind, right?

With a light sigh that was neither yin nor yang, Zhao Gao suppressed his thoughts and ordered the Luowang Killer who was standing by, "Inform Zhan Ri and Que Xie to help our Mr. Wei Zhuang."

In any case, he had boasted in front of Ying Zheng that he would deal with the anti-imperial forces in Haikou, but now he could not go there, and the matter had been transferred to Niliusha under the leadership of Prime Minister Li Si, but he still Gotta do something, put on a show.

The two Tianzi first-class dispatches are almost enough to give Ying Zheng an explanation.

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In Zhangtai Palace, there is Shuyi Hall. Ying Zheng was at his desk reading the endless memorials. Fu Su stood respectfully and upright at the bottom, with his hands behind his hands and his eyes lowered.

As soon as he returned to Xianyang, he didn't even have time to change his clothes when he was directly called here by Ying Zheng.

After not seeing each other for several years, the father and son reunited again. After an awkward exchange of greetings - to be precise, it was Fusu's one-sided greeting, Ying Zheng's reaction was mediocre - and then fell into a temporary silence.

Fortunately, Fusu didn't care much and just waited quietly for his father's reaction.

After a while, Ying Zheng finally took care of the matters at hand before he raised his head and looked at Fusu.

Looking at his eldest son, who looked more and more like himself when he was young, Ying Zheng's eyes flashed with trance for a moment, and soon disappeared. He returned to his calm and calm appearance, and praised softly, "You have done well in Shangjun in the past few years. "

Although the tone was so dull that it was difficult to tell whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm, Fusu was very happy to hear it.

It's not that he lacks father's love to the point of not caring about it, it's just that he understands that his father, His Majesty the First Emperor, generally doesn't speak ironically to ridicule others.

This is just a compliment, and the attitude is just a little cold at most.

Fusu bowed slightly and replied humbly, "It all depends on the service of the county officials. I am ashamed of myself."

Ying Zheng's eyes flickered and he replied with unclear meaning, "It's yours, it's yours!"

"Stop saying these unnecessary words."

"I understand." Fusu did not try to remain humble. With a little doubt in his heart, he respectfully accepted Ying Zheng's lesson.

"Well..." Ying Zheng nodded slightly when he saw this, and immediately turned the topic directly to the topic of finding Fusu today, "You should already know the reason why I summoned you back to the capital?"

"My son knows, it's because of the enshrinement of Zen." Ying Zheng asked directly, and Fu Su responded directly, without any intention of avoiding taboos, and admitted frankly.

"Very good." Ying Zheng didn't care why Fusu, a foreign-relegated young master, knew about this court matter that was still in the discussion stage in theory, and directly told Fusu's next task, "In a few days, you will take my place. Let’s go to the land of Qilu first.”

"As for where you should go and what you should do, you can make up your own mind."

This was all something that had been speculated for a long time. Fusu was not surprised at all. He calmly bowed and said, "I accept your order."

"Go." Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze from Fusu and started to deal with the endless government affairs again. Finally, he ordered, "You can rest peacefully for the next few days."

"My son, I take my leave." Fusu didn't say much. He glanced at his father's face, which looked no older than his own, and then bowed and left.

Under the influence of the medicine donated by the Yin Yang Family, more than ten years have passed, and Ying Zheng's appearance has hardly changed, and he still looks like a young man.

But if you look young on the outside, can you still be young and healthy on the inside?

He couldn't tell that Fusu had not learned Gu Xun's medical skills, but he believed in his teacher's judgment.

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do or say.

Even limited by his own identity, he could ask Gu Xun about his father's physical condition, but when he actually faced him, he could not mention even a word related to his physical condition.

(End of this chapter)