The drunkard's words are so ruthless.

If it is spread, it is impossible to escape if five horses are dismembered and killed in half. At least one tattoo or a slaughter will be punished.

Talking is to engrave words on the face, and teasing is to cut off the nose.

After the incident, he will definitely be sentenced to imprisonment, that is, he will be arrested to build the palace, the Great Wall, and the imperial tomb.

In other words, in Chang'an Jun Mansion, Ying Fusu didn't care and continued to eat hot pot with the drunkard.

If the relationship between the two is not called, anyone will think that this is a pair of friends.

Before I finished the hot pot, the drunkard got drunk again.

It is really harder to get such a person who is addicted to alcohol to quit drinking than to ascend to heaven.

Ying Chengqiu called his servant to help the drunkard leave, lying alone on the bed and closed his eyes to rest, thinking about things.

Although the eldest nephew did not have the name of the crown prince, he had the reality of the crown prince. The ministers had long recognized the eldest nephew as the next emperor.

My eldest nephew stayed, and my other nephews should have calmed down, if they weren't stupid.

My eldest nephew followed the emperor's side and could become a qualified emperor in a few years.

As long as my eldest nephew doesn't go to Shangjun and take over the emperor's responsibilities safely, at least during my life, the Qin State should not perish.

Ying Fusu was very satisfied to figure out this matter.

As long as Qin is immortal, he will still be the free and unrestrained Chang'an Jun.

Because he was going to attend the court meeting, Ying Chengqiu got up a little too early today.

He lay two layers of yellow tiger skin on the bed where he was lying, which was much warmer than the fox fur coats of later generations.

He was full in his stomach and warm in his body. Ying Chengzuo felt sleepy and fell asleep in a short while.

Before falling asleep in a daze, Ying Chengqiu's last thought was: I don't know how my eldest nephew talked with the emperor's brother, so it should be fine. The father and son did not have overnight revenge, and the emperor's brother actually favored his eldest nephew very much.

...

Inside the Zhangtai Palace.

"Rebellious son!"

Ying Zheng had a blue face.

He hasn't been so angry for a long time.

He didn't expect that his son, whom he hoped for, could be so stupid!

"I heard that Emperor Yao was a benevolent monarch. He was not arrogant or lazy or slow, had good virtues, and could unite the clan. During the reign of Emperor Yao, all officials had outstanding political achievements, all nations and princes were harmonious, and the people had abundant food and clothing. This kind of world was called a peaceful and prosperous era."

Ying Fusu knelt on the ground, not on his knees.

His thighs and upper body were in a straight line, straight.

Although he was kneeling, he was full of momentum and did not lose the upper hand against the First Emperor Ying Zheng.

"But now, my father is so happy to be successful, he acts rashly and implements severe punishments. The people of Xianyang are just barely filling their stomachs, let alone other regions. The people of imprisonment in the world are millions of. When they wail together, they are even louder than the thunder in the sky. Why don't my father learn from Emperor Yao to make this world better?"

If Ying Fusu in front of him was not his son, Ying Zheng would not be so angry.

He would even nodify that I listened, and then grant Ying Fusu a doctorate, who would receive a salary of 600 stones a year.

Ying Zheng has heard of such rhetoric many times, but he has never been so angry.

Those corrupt scholars can have this idea, but you Ying Fusu cannot!

You are my eldest son!

He is the eldest son of Qin!

It is the Qin II who I wrote on the Edict of Eternal Life!

"Gai Nie stayed, and the rest of the people went out! I passed on my oral instructions that no living thing would be seen within thirty steps of the Zhangtai Palace!"

"only."

The palace gate was wide open, and all the eunuchs and palace maids walked out.

...

Zhao Gao, Li Si, and Lang Guan, who were guarding the gate, all followed the orders of the First Emperor and were thirty steps away from Zhangtai Palace.

"Gai Nie, guard the palace gate, anyone dares to approach and kill."

"only."

Gai Nie responded coldly with a cold and hard sword.

This world-famous swordsman strolled to the gate of the hall and looked out through the air holes on the window.

His right hand has five long fingers, and there are calluses left by using swords all year round at the connection between his fingers and palms.

Gai Nie held the hilt of the sword, calmed his breath, and restrained his breath. At this moment, the swordsman combined with the sword in his hand into one.

In this state, Gai Nie could not hide any sound within thirty steps of Zhangtai Palace.

Ying Fusu felt that breathing was a little difficult. He didn't know when he had lowered his breathing rate.

His originally straight body was a little shaking, but he gritted his teeth and held on to the point of not falling.

The feeling of soreness and weakness of both knees spread from his thighs to his brain. He needed to support the ground with both hands to relieve pressure on both knees.

Dong~

Dong~

Dong~

This is the sound of Ying Fusu's heartbeat. Ying Fusu himself could hear it. The palace was very quiet.

A drop of sweat rolled down Ying Fusu's forehead and fell onto his neck.

Then there is the second drop of sweat, the third drop of sweat, until countless drops of sweat.

His neck was a little cold and itchy, and soon it became wet, as if he had poured a bucket of water on it.

But even so, Ying Fusu had no idea or action to wipe it. He still gritted his teeth stubbornly and stared at his father, Ying Zheng, who was proclaimed as the First Emperor.

...

Ying Zheng walked towards Ying Fusu.

The footsteps that should have contained oppression made Ying Fusu feel relieved.

At worst, it's just a death.

Ying Fusu thought.

His eyes were glaring at Ying Zheng, and he had been extremely sour.

But he still refused to blink, as if he lost after blinking.

After a few steps, Ying Zheng stood in front of him and stretched out a palm to him.

I'm going to get slap.

Ying Fusu thought so.

With the words he said, slapping each other can be said to be preferential.

"Sit down and talk, Qin State has no etiquette to kneel down and worship!"

Ying Zheng did not slap Ying Fusu in the face, and he slapped Ying Fusu on the shoulder with a slight force.

This was not very powerful, but it was the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, which made Ying Fusu, who was already struggling to support him, sit on his own calves.

This did not slap Ying Fusu on the face, but instead caused the energy in Ying Fusu's body to be expelled!

Ying Fusu leaned forward, supported the ground with both hands, and breathed in big mouthfuls.

Beads of sweat fell on the ground in front of him, wet.

He lowered his head and was gasping for breath. Suddenly, a pair of knees covered with crown robes appeared in his sight.

My father and I sit opposite each other? This is not in line with etiquette!

Ying Fusu instinctively had to stand up.

Ying Zheng pressed his hands on both sides of Ying Fusu's shoulders.

"I will not obey someone who dares to talk to me on the same side."

Ying Fusu looked up at Ying Zheng with disbelief.

He couldn't believe that in his eyes, the arrogant and arrogant father, was really willing to listen to him!

"Is it amazing?" Ying Zheng took his palm back and placed it flat on his knees: "In your eyes, is I a tyrant who cannot listen to others' words?"

Ying Fusu doesn't want to lie.

But if it is yes, he thinks it is very inappropriate.

Ying Zheng sat opposite him, this was the etiquette of the two people communicating equally, and Ying Fusu had never treated him like this.
To be continued...