Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

Jiang Chen was also pressing with murderous intent.

Several ribbons flew out from the dancer's sleeves, all of which were tied with poisoned daggers.

After several moves, the newcomer's moves were no longer innovative. Jiang Chen's sleeves fluttered, and his wide sleeves were raised and rolled up. All the daggers were rolled into the wide sleeves, and the ribbon twisted into a single ribbon. He stretched out his hand to grab the ribbon and pulled it, and the people on the other end stood unsteadily, and followed the force with extreme fear.

He just needed to throw out the dagger in his sleeve to give them the final end.

A strong wind hit his waist faintly.

Lu Yong's panicked voice seemed to ring in the sky, and it seemed to be right beside his ears, "Be careful! Young Master!"

Jiang Chen couldn't remember how many times he had been stabbed in the back.

That was the feeling.

The almost conditioned sense of danger made his mind, which was used to being calm, tense for this.

The dagger in his sleeve fell apart. Jiang Chen held the blade and almost snatched it back with his backhand, circling around his hand.

Gao screamed.

Jiang Chen was indifferent when he heard the sound, and threw the dagger in his hand. The dancer widened her eyes, looked at the blood on her chest, and fell unconsciously.

Gao took out the medicine from his waist and stuffed it into his mouth in a panic. Seeing the faint smile on Jiang Chen's face when he turned his back to the shadow, he couldn't help but take a step back and explained in a hurry, crying, "Eighteenth Brother, Gao wants to help you! You!"

"Eighteenth Brother, you can't kill me!"

"Gao just wants to help you! Gao..."

Help.

He killed those who wanted to kill him. He also killed those who wanted to help him.

So, whether Ying Gao wanted to kill or help, he had already taken action against him.

He didn't like to give up halfway.

The ending that had been prepared would not change because of a few words. And Ying Gao was not qualified to make him change.

Before Jiang Chen made a move, Ying Gao muttered a few words, suddenly covered his neck in pain, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground. "Father, father..."

The poison took effect. The antidote, the antidote is not the antidote. The person who asked him to take action did not intend to keep the witnesses of the fratricide.

Jiang Chen looked at the corpses around him and was indifferent for a moment.

There was chaos everywhere, and there was a meaningless scream on the other side, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Someone! Call the doctor!"

The incident here was so big that the imperial palace guards Xuanjiawei did not move. It was not until someone asked that it was known that His Majesty ordered that the Xuanjiawei could not enter tonight without an iron order.

Ying Zheng ordered so, Jiang Chen naturally cooperated, and the Xuanjiawei did not "have time" to intervene. When he arrived, everything was settled.

The person who cleaned up the mess has arrived.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen thought about it, picked up the broken jade porcelain on the ground, cut open his palm, and released the poison that was just stained by Gao's dagger. He staggered two steps very realistically and fainted calmly.

Then the emperor and the prince, as well as the officials of all sizes who were affected, were carried back.

I'm afraid no one can see the true meaning of this game.

Jiang Chen lay on the bed and counted the time. He recalled the plan with great clarity. After making sure there were no loopholes, he opened his eyes.

"How is the father?"

The imperial physician asked this question when he heard that the young master had woken up.

Then he sighed that the young master and His Majesty really had a deep father-son relationship.

Thinking of His Majesty's current situation, the imperial physician was speechless. He didn't talk about Ying Zheng, but only talked about the injuries in front of him. "The young master was very poisoned. If he didn't have some resistance in his body and released the poisonous blood in time, I'm afraid that at this time... he would have hurt his vitality. It's better for the young master to take care of his body first."

Don't be sad.

Jiang Chen sat up straight, lifted the quilt, frowned and asked, "Where is the person?"

The imperial physician was shocked, but understood. After a long pause, he had to answer, "The bedroom."

Jiang Chen put on his coat and ran away anxiously and worriedly with his weak body in the eyes of others.

In fact, his steps were quite leisurely. Because Jiang Chen knew the result of the emperor being stabbed.

The assassins were people who rebelled against Qin in the six countries. He just provided a specious news and an unsolvable medicine.

The real opportunity, to be honest, was provided by the emperor himself. After all, it was the emperor's personal order to transfer the Xuanjia Guard.

What Jiang Chen did was just to copy the plan of His Majesty and then use it on His Majesty.

It's very fair, isn't it?

Neither adding a part nor reducing a penny. No, it should be said that he was still quite reluctant. At least the medicine used on the blade is not poison, it will only make people stiff and unable to move.

Maybe one day, the imperial physician in the palace can make an antidote.

In fact, Ying Zheng didn't want to see him at all. When he heard the news of Ying Gao's death, he knew that he had failed.

He had encountered the first complete failure in his life.

Hearing the news from the palace servants that the young master was coming, Zhao Gao's heart tightened and Ying Zheng closed his eyes.

He heard the sound of footsteps going away. Hu Hai seemed to have dismissed the palace servants.

Zhao Gao didn't want to leave, Jiang Chen said meaningfully, "What do you think? The Zhongche Ling can be here alone, but Hu Hai can't be here alone? Does the Zhongche Ling overestimate his loyalty or underestimate the relationship between my father and son?"

The imperial physician who walked a step slower said, "Sir, let's go. The young master is the most beloved child of His Majesty, don't even leave them this time."

Zhao Gao choked and had a hard time. Yes, he was right. His Majesty's most "favorite" child is Hu Hai.

The palace was quiet in an instant.

There was silence for a long time, except for the faint sound of the burning spices in the incense burner as the white smoke rose.

Jiang Chen held the medicine on the table beside the bed and said calmly, "Since my father is awake, why don't you take a look at Hu Hai's injury? What if Hu Hai is stabbed by his 20th brother and cannot take care of himself?"

When Ying Zheng heard this, his mood became even more sinister. If so, he could still be jumping around to watch the jokes.

Silence.

He insisted on pretending to be asleep, but Jiang Chen didn't care and thought to himself, "Father has always suspected that Hu Hai wanted the throne. But in fact, Hu Hai is not interested in Da Qin. Whether Mr. Fusu succeeds or not has nothing to do with me. Although I Unintentionally, my father has never let me go."

Jiang Chen sighed softly, "I didn't expect that my 20th brother was so ruthless that he colluded with the remnants of the Six Kingdoms to harm my father to this point. Oh, my father fainted early, you didn't know it. Ying Gao was afraid of the crime and committed suicide by taking poison."

Ying Zheng: "..." What a beautiful rhetoric.

"It's Hu Hai who is useless. He actually let the thief harm his father's dragon body."

When Ying Zheng was healthy before, he could not avoid it. Even if he called his father, he would always be polite and courteous. Now that Ying Zheng was assassinated and fell on the bed, he called him "Father" in a very affectionate tone. With gentle eyebrows and gentle eyes, he serves soup and medicine. Anyone who doesn't know the inside story will think that the word filial piety is nothing more than this.

Ying Zheng, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, his expression so gloomy that he almost wanted to choose someone to devour.

Jiang Chen held the medicine bowl and politely fed him medicine.

Brown concoction flowed from the corners of the patient's tightly pursed pale and colorless mouth.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen paused and took a hand towel to wipe him clean. His smile did not diminish, "Father, what do you mean by this? Do you have something to say to Hu Hai? Well, let me think about it." He took the medicine bowl away, tilted his head and thought for a while, his eyebrows curved and innocent. Smile, "Hu Hai is crazy? Well, that's too mild. Is he completely conscience-stricken?"

He paused for a while and then explained with a serious face, "Father, please rest assured. Even if Hu Hai loses all his conscience, he will not do anything worse than a beast like killing his father. The medicines are all tonics, but they are not like what the father sent a few days ago." Where's the poison?"

He said it calmly, as if gentle. When it fell into Ying Zheng's ears, it was extremely chilling for a moment.

He knew those poisons, but he could still use them without hesitation, and he also acted as if he was innocent and admiring his father.

Ying Zheng finally understood deeply how suitable he was for the throne. It's just that he can't do anything about what has happened.

"I...regret..." Regret for taking action against him? Or do you regret that you should have let him go in the first place?

Jiang Chen knew that for Ying Zheng, he was the second type.

"Actually, you and I could have been in peace...but..." he said with a hint of regret, "Father, you can rest assured, my eldest brother Fusu is coming to Xianyang..."

He raised his eyebrows, saw Ying Zheng's expression, and said calmly, "Don't be alarmed or angry. Hu Hai has never thought of taking action against his eldest brother. Don't worry, he will be a wise emperor. What you haven't solved yet, Hu Hai I'll solve it for you, and this will satisfy the three years of father-son affection between you and me."

Three years?

"You, you...really..." Are you possessed by a ghost?

Even four words take a lot of effort.

The emperor, who was getting older, stared at him for a long time, only to see that he still had a smiling face in front of him, as if it had become a mask, firmly solidified on the face of the person in front of him, deceiving others as well as himself.

Jiang Chen was sarcastic, "Is it really not Hu Hai?" He had already decided to live in peace with each other, and even accepted it for the rest of his life. Even if they are not really related, he can still treat each other with courtesy and respect. He maintains such calmness, but after all, what is fake is fake...

Now he no longer wants to explain to others who he really is every moment. He once had the intention to maintain it, but they were determined to expose it all.

God always seemed to be joking with him. When he was unwilling to hide in other people's names and bear the lives of others to survive, countless righteous masters pointed at him and repeated another name over and over again in an attempt to make him easy to arrest. He tried countless ways to prove that he was completely different from the original person, but it didn't work. It seems that until he dies, people's hearts will not be at peace.

He was tired in this life, and he even deliberately forgot about it, and then tried every means to think of himself as the young master of Great Qin. He didn't mind making the emperor, nor did he mind killing Liu Ji to make the Qin Dynasty last longer.

But someone finally said, you are not him.

This recognition came at the right time.

Let him truly understand and never forget that his name has always been Jiang Chen!

"Father thinks I'm not Hu Hai, why do I still pretend that I am? Why don't we listen to Jiang Chen's story?"

A story that has been repeatedly consumed by people's hearts and revenge, pursuit and killing since being imprisoned for thousands of years and being tortured with thunder.

"How about it, Father? Is it more exciting than folklore?"

The tone of his narration was extremely calm, as if it was really just a folk story before tea and after dinner. But the blood and darkness in it are all hidden under the plainness, just like him.

Ying Zheng looked at him blankly for a long time, exhaled slightly, closed his eyes and stopped looking at this person who looked exactly like Hu Hai. He seemed to understand why the Great Qin Emperor's position was no longer attractive to such people. If someone is used to having a knife hanging above his head and basins of dirty water pouring over his body one after another, what is the so-called supreme power, wealth and glory worth?

Fusu succeeded to the throne and everything went smoothly.

As long as you hear some words, you will know whether they are true or perfunctory.

The next day, the young master, who had come to comfort his father and look forward to his father's recovery since the assassination, sat by the bed as usual.

"Young master, the eldest son is back!"

Jiang Chen put down the medicine bowl, his eyebrows curved, his fingertips made a silent gesture at his lips, leaned over slightly, and said in his ear, "Your Majesty, isn't it good for the eldest son to live so naively?"

Ying Zheng was silent. The implication was that if Fusu became deep one day, he would not be able to live.

When Fusu came in, he saw his father, who had always been as majestic as Mount Tai, lying on the bed with a pale face. Hu Hai sat on the side, holding the medicine bowl and feeding him medicine conscientiously. He instantly ignored the so-called demeanor, "Father!"

Touching his hand, he had become thinner, and the pain in his heart was beyond words. How domineering his father was before, but now he has become weak. In comparison, he actually felt that he was not as good as his father when he was healthy and taught him a lesson in every way.

If he could take the place of his father in the pain he endured, he would have no hesitation.

Seeing him crying for a long time, he almost fainted several times. Jiang Chen finally spoke, "The country cannot be without a king for a day, eldest son, I ask you to ascend the throne as emperor."

"Hu Hai!"

Father is still seriously injured, how can Hu Hai...

Jiang Chen said, "Da Qin is still unstable, and there are evil people under it. Although your majesty's injuries have been sealed, it is hard to guarantee that someone will not take advantage of the fire. If you consider the foundation of Da Qin, your elder brother should also make this decision."

He just spoke in front of Ying Zheng.

Every word was well-reasoned and irrefutable.

Ying Zheng opened his eyes and nodded with great difficulty. Who else could it be except Fusu.

This person, at least at this moment, Ying Zheng understood that as long as Fusu and Hu Hai did not conflict, then he would not endanger Da Qin and Fusu.

"Father!" Fusu's tears could not be stopped.

Ying Zheng frowned and could not help scolding him, his voice was extremely hoarse, "Man..., cry..." What does it look like to cry!

Like Hu Hai, he laughed every day, why did he cry!

Seeing him so weak, Fusu was even more heartbroken. After a while, he suddenly lost his breath. Jiang Chen stepped forward and touched his nose. It turned out that he had fainted.

He had to call someone to put Fusu in the side hall.

"..."

The two sides looked at each other in silence.

Jiang Chen thought for a while and read, "The edict says: I am tired, old and long, and I often fail to handle things. My eldest son Fusu has a gentle character, is humble and modest, is as virtuous as jade, is friendly to his brothers, and is respectful to his father. This edict is specially issued to abdicate the throne to my eldest son and become the new emperor of Qin."

Ying Zheng, who closed his eyes when Fusu left, opened his eyes again. If it weren't for what Hu Hai said yesterday, it would never be compiled easily, and he knew that his eldest son disdained the operation of the machine. Otherwise, seeing Hu Hai so diligently pushing Fusu to the throne, he would have suspected that this was a conspiracy of Fusu and Hu Hai.

After speaking, regardless of what Ying Zheng thought, he went to the outside of the palace and ordered, "Your Majesty has ordered Wang Qian, Meng Yi, Zhang Han, and Li Si to come to the audience." At the end, he added, "The Zhongche Ling was originally a eunuch, and he should avoid suspicion at this time."

Ying Zheng: "..."

He watched Jiang Chen come back and take paper and pen to stand aside to draft the edict.

Ying Zheng: "..."

When everyone came anxiously, he heard Jiang Chen repeat the edict, he read it with satisfaction, and handed it to Ying Zheng, "Father, how is it?"

It reminded him of the time when Hu Hai came to him to praise him whenever he completed a task. Now, is he happy about the edict he wrote?

Ying Zheng couldn't bear to look directly at it, closed his eyes and nodded helplessly, "Good."

After getting permission, Li Si took the seal and trembled to stamp it, and the overall situation was settled.

When he saw Li Si, Ying Zheng's expression became even gloomier. If he remembered correctly, the person who protected him at that time was Prime Minister Li. Was he intentional or unintentional?

If it weren't for his sudden move that confused him, the success or failure would still be unknown.

Hu Hai. What a Hu Hai.

He placed Gao next to him, and he instigated his most trusted prime minister to rebel.

Li Si.

When he heard that the new emperor was Fusu and the person who announced the edict was still Hu Hai, he knew that the glory of the Li family was coming to an end.

At least, he could get out of it unscathed.

Being able to get out of it unscathed... It doesn't have to be like the ending of Wenxin Hou back then, this is the promise given by Hu Hai.

Just as he seized the opportunity given by Ying Zheng in exchange for half a lifetime of glory, now he must also seize the opportunity given by Hu Hai to get a happy life in the second half of his life.

He also hoped to sit firmly in the position of prime minister and hold on to what he already had. However, he had to make a choice. A choice between a peaceful, safe, wealthy and comfortable life and a life of honor and glory that could not be guaranteed day and night.

Between His Majesty and Hu Hai, he could only choose Hu Hai.

His Majesty was old after all.

Even without him, Hu Hai would find someone else. And Li Si had no doubt that Hu Hai could do what he wanted to do. Seeing him was like seeing His Majesty more than 20 years ago, even more pressing than His Majesty. There was nothing such a person could not do.

Facts have proved that he had succeeded.

…

The things that followed were quite simple to deal with.

When Jiang Chen mentioned Zhao Gao's viciousness, the new emperor weighed it in every possible way and sentenced him to death.

His means were a little softer, but he had the peace of mind of the people.

The wind of criticism that the First Emperor suppressed was somewhat reborn under his hands, and this matter was harmless.

The descendants of the six countries took the opportunity to cause chaos, and Meng Tian led his men to wipe it out again. This was a huge blow to the Qin rebels and the righteous army that was later known as the one that destroyed the tyrannical Qin Dynasty. They almost never recovered from it.

Qin's cavalry and the armies of the six kingdoms in their prosperous times cannot yet reach it. Nowadays, the remnants of the army are wandering around, and they are even less able to stir up trouble.

The Great Wall was newly built, and the imperial mausoleums could not be moved lightly. Fusu canceled the construction of Afang Palace in Lishan Mountain halfway.

…

Jiang Chen heard that the governor of Chu County seemed to be in conflict with the old noble Xiang family. I have to say that those two are probably natural enemies.

He was always happy about things that had nothing to do with him.

Fusu was busy with government affairs for the emperor, and the young master Jianglu returned from abroad and became the only one among the sons who sincerely and effectively cared for his father.

Day and night almost sleepless, waiting at your side.

He is a wise and filial man.

In later generations, Hu Hai originally succeeded to the throne, but for unknown reasons, either to consolidate the throne or to satisfy Zhao Gao's wishes, Hu Hai killed all his brothers, sisters and clan heirs.

General Lu knew that he could not avoid the disaster, so he asked himself to be buried in the imperial mausoleum for his father, which saved his own dignity and his family. He became the only young master who was praised by Hu Hai after his death.

His eldest son is named Ziying.

Jiang Lu rarely saw his younger brother, and always avoided Hu Hai intentionally or unintentionally.

Until Ying Zheng died.

Three years of filial piety had passed, and Jiang Chen left the letter and left.

The general idea is that although Xianyang is good, it is not as vast as the world. He said it so grandly, but it was just because he was completely fed up with Hu Hai's identity.

Fusu is not like Ying Zheng, and the current situation is no better than before.

If Jiang Chen leaves, at least he won't be treated as a son and kidnapped by gangsters. He tells the world that the young master must be found.

Fusu sometimes couldn't keep up with or understand what he was thinking.

But maybe, what Hu Hai did was right.

At least, so far, Fusu has never found out that he has done anything wrong.

The author has something to say: Oh, as I write and write, I suddenly realize that it is completely dark.

When everyone arrived anxiously and heard Jiang Chen repeat the edict, he read it with satisfaction and handed it to Ying Zheng, "Father, how are you doing?"

Ying Zheng: "The handwriting is meaningful, the literary talent is elegant, and the words are appropriate. It can not only reflect my humility, but also express your elder brother's virtues. It should be a good legacy. My son Sheji is a talented person, and an imperial edict is nothing to worry about." Down."

Jiang Chen: "..."