Chapter 487 Fu Su: I don’t believe that my uncle will be harmful to my father!
When the father dies and the son returns, heaven and earth will be righteous.
To prevent a son from attending the funeral for his father is against human ethics and a form of great hatred.
"Book of Rites" contains:
Zixia asked Confucius:
"How to deal with the enemy who killed your parents?"
Confucius replied:
“Sleep on a straw mat with a shield as your pillow, do not serve as an official, and never live under the same sky as your enemies.
"Whether it's in the market, the court, or other places, don't go back without weapons, just go up and kill him."
The sage Confucius, who respected "benevolence" the most, gave this explanation for the murder of his parents, let alone the violence against the Qin Dynasty.
Not letting the son come back to attend his father's funeral is not as much a revenge as killing his father, but it is half the hatred of killing his father.
But even so, the benevolent and righteous prince Ying Fusu did not raise an army to rebel against the Qing emperor who had just happened in the Xiongnu land in the desert.
An urgent letter of 800 miles came from the northwest.
In the letter, the prince begged Your Majesty to allow him to return to Xianyang, kneel in front of the late king's coffin, put on mourning clothes, personally hold the late king's coffin into the imperial mausoleum, see the late king for the last time, and see the late king on his last journey.
The prince also said that he knew that his majesty did not allow him to return to Xianyang because he was afraid that the prince's departure would cause too much noise for the people and money. His majesty loved the people like a son and couldn't bear it. He promised that he would only bring a hundred people with him.
Somehow, the content of this 800-mile urgent letter, which should have been sealed tightly, spread to all the officials of the Qin State.
The ministers were not surprised by this. After all, the new emperor did not attend the morning court for a month after taking over, and the memorial never left the Prime Minister's Mansion.
I heard that in order to solve the problem of having no heirs and no successor to the Qin Empire, Your Majesty kept singing and singing day and night.
In order to concentrate on this and not be disturbed by trivial matters, even the imperial seal was sent to Jiang Shang.
The succession ceremony was held in a hurry, and a month after taking the real title, the princes and ministers reminded him that he had to bury the late king, and Prince Renyi, who had not rushed back to Xianyang immediately to avoid suspicion, was not allowed to return to the capital for the funeral.
The ministers would not be surprised if Qin II behaved like this.
A few days later, people said privately that His Majesty was unfair in handling matters, and that the narrow-minded head of the Bao Bai family was sent to Xianyang Prison for no reason.
Just like the previous head of the Bao Bai family, Bao Bai Lingzhi, he drowned in the drowning bucket of Xianyang Prison. His body was stained with filth and covered with scars.
The Bao Bai family members who came to restrain themselves covered their mouths with their hands, with tears in their eyes, not daring to cry, and were hurried away.
Not two days later, sixteen nobles and nobles were suddenly sent to Xianyang Prison for no apparent reason, six of whom were important ministers who were qualified to go to court.
Sixteen Qin officials were imprisoned for no reason and drowned in mysterious circumstances. No one dared to speak privately anymore.
In Yongcheng, Ying Fusu, who was disguised, entered secretly and found Ying Zheng's residence under the detailed directions given by his uncle.
When the father and son met, they did not hug each other happily and cry with joy. The two looked as usual, as if they had just met yesterday.
"Father."
The Prince of Da Qin called softly, with a smile on his face and did not perform those complicated ancient rituals.
Ying Zheng nodded slightly, he was very satisfied.
We haven't seen each other for a year and a half. The eldest son has become stronger and stronger, and the light flowing in his eyes is no longer clear, but has become deep.
The most important thing is that the rotten Confucianism that cannot be concealed is completely invisible.
His eyebrows are full of majesty, he walks and stands resolutely, and his words are sonorous and powerful.
"Your grace is better than mine back then."
Ying Fusu's fists clenched involuntarily, and he tried his best to suppress the turbulence in his heart. The corners of his mouth turned up, but he couldn't control them.
Ying Zheng snorted softly.
"You can laugh whenever you want. You are secretive and stingy. You are not like me."
The Crown Prince of Qin, who has always followed his father's example, opened his mouth wide and was extremely happy to receive such high recognition from his father for the first time.
Leading the way with his hands behind his back, leading the eldest son to the door, Ying Zheng said casually:
"I will call you father in the future. They are right. Since you abdicated the throne, how can you stick to it like Zhao Yong did. A generation of heroes ended up eating birds alive and starved to death in the palace. It is sad and lamentable."
Ying Fusu followed in stride.
"Father Huangruo"
Ying Zheng hung one foot in the air and spoke from his throat.
"Um?"
The prince of Da Qin smiled helplessly.
"Father."
"Um."
Ying Zheng was finally satisfied, settled down and moved on.
"If my father is resurrected and follows the example of King Zhao Wuling as the master father, my uncle who has no interest in government affairs will be very happy and will not be disadvantageous to my father."
"It is indeed right not to ask you to succeed, but you are still too young."
"What Fusu said is wrong?"
"I, what I said before about starving to death is indeed an exaggeration, but what you said is really naive. Since your uncle has taken this position, he will not allow me to be resurrected. If I call from the top in Yongcheng, your uncle will use
'The thief An dares to disguise himself as the late king' and capture me."
Ying Fusu's head shook like a rattle.
"I don't believe that my uncle would be harmful to my father."
"If the disadvantage you are talking about means killing me, then you won't. He only killed me to make me unable to speak. No one can stop what he wants to do."
While talking, the two of them walked through the courtyard where the cold north wind blew gently, and came to the hall.
As soon as he entered the house, a wave of heat hit his face, making even the energetic Ying Fusu feel a little sleepy.
The two of them entered and sat on either side of the table.
Ying Zheng picked up a teapot, and Ying Fusu held his father's hand and said softly:
"Come Fusu."
His father was the first emperor who ruled the world and ruled the world. He was immortal and the six countries did not dare to rebel. How could he do such a lowly thing?
Ying Zheng smiled and retracted his hand.
"That's good. You can't stay away from the northwest for too long. You should do more things for me when you come back. Since I am the queen, I have never done such rough things again. I am really not used to it."
Two streams of clear, green water flowed down the spout and fell into the teacup. The First Emperor picked up the cup and took a sip, then raised the teacup.
"Taste it."
Ying Fusu took a small sip and sipped it. It was slightly bitter in the mouth. It spread from the tip of the tongue into the mouth and swallowed along the esophagus. There was a bit of astringency in the mouth.
"What is this?"
"Tea, it's your uncle who made it again."
Ying Fusu opened the lid of the teapot and took a look inside.
"Boiled leaves? How do you call this 'tea'?"
Compared with the Qin tea soup with added salt and oil, there is no similarity at all.
"I don't know either, but you can take some with you when you return to the northwest this time. Once you get used to it, it will taste better than tea soup, not greasy, and refreshing."
"...My father has changed a lot, and my son is afraid to recognize him."
The previous Shihuang Emperor did not have such a fatherly side, nor did he like bitter tastes.
Ying Zheng took a sip of tea and smashed it into his mouth.
"How are you doing in the northwest? Tell your father."
"Father doesn't know?"
"Of course I know. I know every move you make. But they can only tell me what you do, but they can't tell me what you think."
Ying Fusu now understood that his father, who was not a king, wanted to teach him.
If he were still in Xianyang Palace, he would be extremely happy because he could only receive self-teaching from his father.
But now, he is a little lonely, lonely for his father.
My father is not dead.
But the First Emperor, who cared about the world and did not care about his children, seems to be really dead...
Ying Fusu drank the tea in one gulp, the bitterness dissipated, and he seemed to understand why his father liked drinking tea.
"Father, do you regret it?"
"What?"
"Fake death and pass on the throne to your uncle."