After Fusu returned from the Prime Minister's Palace, he had been sitting in the courtyard, waiting for the emperor's edict.

He knew that he would definitely be punished by Ying Zheng if he did not persuade Li Si and others.

I just didn't expect the punishment this time to be so severe.

Taking the edict from Meng Yi, Fusu asked in a low voice with dejection: "Dare you ask your Majesty, is Fusu really wrong?"

Meng Yi glanced at Fusu, feeling that he had never been so depressed before. He was silent for a moment, and then he cupped his hands towards Fusu and said, "Eldest Young Master, let's go to the study to talk."

Fusu saw that Meng Yi had no intention of leaving immediately, so he took him into his study.

After the servants lit the candles and exited the study, Meng Yi said solemnly: "Eldest Young Master, Your Majesty's condition has become more and more serious."

He only said this sentence and then stopped lightly.

Fusum sighed numbly, as silent as a sculpture, and tears gurgled from the corners of his eyes.

Meng Yi looked at him and hesitated to speak. After a long time, he whispered to comfort: "Eldest Young Master, please listen to my advice and go back to Jiuyuan!"

After hearing this, Fusu stood up with difficulty, saluted Meng Yi, turned around and left.

"Elder Master, please wait!"

Meng Yi stepped forward and stopped him: "I still have something to say."

Fusu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, still did not speak, and just sat back in his seat.

Meng Yi cupped his hands and said: "My eldest son, I and my brother have always placed high hopes on you, but it is really unwise for you to return to Xianyang without authorization this time!"

"Previously, Your Majesty has asked me to prepare for the canonization of the crown prince. I am just waiting for the right time to canonize you. I don't want you to return to Xianyang without authorization and disturb the overall situation. It is really a great pity!"

"After you came back, I told you that Zhao Gao blocked you from seeing His Majesty. In fact, His Majesty did it intentionally, but you were stubborn and almost caused a disaster!"

"I thought you would stop, but I didn't expect that you went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to discuss politics, which aroused public outrage and forced His Majesty to punish you severely..."

Fusu turned his head to look at Meng Yi and said expressionlessly: "Shangqing is saying that my political discussion is wrong?"

Meng Yi shook his head: "There is no right or wrong in political affairs, it only depends on the people who decide the political affairs!"

Fusu was stunned: "What do you mean by your words?"

"My eldest son, you are not the only one who is opposed to the idea of ​​perverting Confucianism. My brother and I are also opposed to it. Some people also proposed it to His Majesty in person, but in the end nothing happened. Do you know why?"

"Please speak clearly to your Majesty."

"We opposed it and finally stopped because we couldn't decide whether it was right or wrong. Since we couldn't decide whether it was right or wrong, we should act in accordance with the emperor's decision. This is to follow the trend."

"What you see is only the Confucian case, but what you don't see is the Confucian test of the Qin Dynasty. If slandering the king can be easily forgiven, then wouldn't the rule of law in our country become a laughing stock? How can we carry out the New Deal?"

Speaking of this, Meng Yi's words were radical and candid: "With all due respect, the eldest son is deep in the army. You should know that military orders are like mountains. Now that your majesty has made a decision, we, as ministers, must act in accordance with the orders. If everyone is like this,

If the eldest son is so stubborn, then where is the power of the emperor?"

"What's more, the eldest son is the candidate for the crown prince, attracting everyone's attention, and openly opposes the emperor. How do you want your majesty to deal with it?"

When Fusu heard this, he suddenly remembered the words of Ying Zheng and Zhao Kun, and couldn't help but feel trembling.

After a long silence, Fusu stood up and bowed to Meng Yi, then turned and walked out of the study.

"The eldest son..."

Meng Yi originally wanted to dissuade Fusu, but when the words came to his lips, he stopped abruptly. He could only watch Fusu disappear from his sight.

………

Fu Su came out of the study, wandering aimlessly like a zombie, and unknowingly came to Zhao Kun's courtyard again.

After standing there for a long time, I finally entered the courtyard gate.

At this time, Zhao Kun was sitting on the bedside, hesitantly clicking on the lottery wheel and preparing to draw a lottery.

The moment Fusu received the order, his plan was successful.

This lottery opportunity is also a reward for the success of the plan.

However, before he clicked to start, Wu Cheng's voice came from outside the door: "Master Kun, the eldest son is here!"

"Um?"

Zhao Kun raised his eyebrows.

Big brother, what's going on? It's already dark, and you're still running towards me? Could it be that your father has already agreed to go to Pinyang?

Thinking of this, Zhao Kun immediately got up, put on his nightgown and went out.

When he first saw Fusu, he was completely stunned.

I wonder if this is still my wise and powerful elder brother?

Fusu's hair was messy and his eyes were sluggish, like a consumption ghost.

"Brother..."

Zhao Kun shouted tentatively.

Fusu raised his head and glanced at Zhao Kun blankly, then found a stone bench, sat down quietly, and said nothing.

Zhao Kun knew that he had been punished by Ying Zheng, and felt guilty as a thief. Then he stepped forward and said, "Brother, if you are unhappy with anything, tell me and it will make me happy..."

Fusu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhao Kun with a surprised look on his face, thinking that we are brothers, can anyone be so comforting as you?

However, thinking of what Zhao Kun said before, he couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Kun, I was wrong!"

"Children only distinguish between right and wrong, adults only look at the pros and cons!" Zhao Kun said disapprovingly.

When Fusu heard this, he was a little surprised, because the Zhao Kun in front of him was different from the Zhao Kun in his impression.

Seemingly realizing his slip of the tongue, Zhao Kun hurriedly waved to Wu Cheng and said, "Go and get some jars of wine. Brother and I will not return until we are drunk!"

"promise!"

Wu Cheng responded, then carried several jars of wine over.

Fusu glanced at the wine jar and looked at Zhao Kun with some confusion: "Why do we drink?"

Of course I will get you drunk and send you home!

Zhao Kun thought this in his heart, but said meaningfully: "Brother, I know why you were dejected just now. Isn't it because you feel that you have failed your father's expectations?"

"Actually, it doesn't matter. Everyone has his or her own opinion, and my father may not always be right, so why do you have to worry about it?"

Fusu shook his head: "But as the eldest son, not only did I fail to take care of my father's worries, but I actually made his condition worse, which is really unfilial!"

"Brother, you are only the eldest son now, not the prince. Why are you talking about sharing the worries of your father? There are more than a dozen of us brothers. It is not certain who will be the emperor. Why do you have to shoulder all the responsibilities on yourself?"

"What's more, ask yourself, do you really care about the position of prince?"

Buzz——

As soon as these words came out, Fusu felt his head buzzing.

Meng Yi was right, he shouldn't stick to the Confucian case, and his father was right, if he knew some strategy, why would he be in this situation? Zhao Kun was right, he really didn't take the position of the prince seriously.

Throughout the ages, whoever coveted the position of prince would not try their best to please the king?

Over the years, I have only focused on making my father angry.

Seeing Fusu's face getting paler, Zhao Kun couldn't help but sigh: "Your strength is just your disguise."

"You are afraid of living up to everyone's expectations, so you can never find your own way..."

When Fu Su heard this, his body trembled and he couldn't help raising his hands to support his face.

Tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

"I'm really useless, right?"

"Um."

"Uuuuuu——"

Yes, the majestic eldest son of Emperor Qin was defeated by Zhao Kun with just one word.
Chapter completed!