My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 4 Confucianism and Ying Fusu
Coming out of the palace, Ying Chengxue led his horse and walked slowly on the galloping road in the center of Xianyang.

This lane is a dedicated lane, where horses and vehicles can be driven, and pedestrians are not allowed to occupy it.

Once a pedestrian walks up, they will be taken away to repair the Great Wall, the imperial palace, the imperial mausoleum...

If the pedestrian is an infant, the infant will not be punished.But I will arrest the adults in my family to repair the Great Wall, the imperial palace, the imperial mausoleum...

Pedestrians on the street are at least one foot away from the road, for fear of stepping on it by accident.

Their dresses are highly similar, coarse cloth clothes and trousers, as if they came out of a production line.

The color is mainly yellow-white caused by repeated cleaning, and almost no other colors can be seen.

Their faces were numb, they walked in a hurry, and they didn't talk. Everyone had a strong purpose.

Those who buy rice buy rice, those who buy noodles buy noodles, and those who buy cloth buy cloth, they all leave after buying, and don’t stay without talking.

There are not many shops on both sides of the road, mainly rice, noodles, and cloth, with sporadic butcher shops and restaurants.

There is not a single wine shop. The people of the Qin state prohibit alcohol, and they are not allowed to brew and trade. If they are caught, they will be taken away to repair the Great Wall, the imperial palace, the imperial tomb...

Ying Chengxue sighed, turned on the horse, wrapped the reins twice with his left hand, and kicked the horse's belly lightly with both feet.

"shelf."

da da da~
The hooves of the horses beat on the stone slabs frequently, riding one by one, carrying the wind and leaving everything behind.

It was approaching noon at this moment, which was the time when the number of pedestrians on the street was the largest.

But Xianyang at this time, and the Qin people at this time, are a little bleak, a little mechanical, and a little harsh.

Xianyang is the capital of the Qin State, and the capital is like this, so are all the cities, towns, and villages of the Qin State, and all the people of Qin you see are like this.

"Zhuzi! Amnesty for the prisoners of the world! Can you speak for others?!"

Ying Chengxue was furious.

He really didn't know what was going on in this big nephew's mind every day.

"Come, come, tell me what you think. Do you think it's too easy for the emperor to unify the world, so make it more difficult for him? It's boring to fight the Six Kingdoms once. Do you want to do it again?"

Ying Fusu lowered his head, full of apologies, and persuaded him gently: "Uncle calm down, making uncle so angry is Fusu's fault."

Ying Chengxi wanted to hit someone.

You keep telling me not to be angry, but you tell me why you did it!You persuade me to have a fart!
"Where is my sword! Where did my sword go? If I had a sword in my hand, I would have chopped you off! Are you telling the truth!"

Ying Fusu took off the sword at his waist, and held it in front of Ying Chengxun with both hands.

"Uncle, Fusu has a sword."

"..."

Meng Tian, ​​who had been quietly watching the development of the situation, couldn't sit still, and stopped between the uncle and nephew.

"Young Master, it's only for Confucianism, why do you want to do this!"

"Meng Tian, ​​get out of the way!"

Ying Fusu drank softly, with a slightly anxious expression on his face.

"Filial piety is the first priority. The elders do not dare to disobey. Uncle wants to save Su's life, so how can Fusu disobey it?"

"Confucianism?"

Ying Chengxun squinted his eyes and muttered, laughed, and put his arms around Meng Tian's neck, his movements were very intimate.

"Meng Tian, ​​what does Confucianism have to do with this? Could it be that the elder nephew's idea was conceived by Confucianism?"

Pushing one side of his shoulder, Meng Tian broke free from Ying Chengxun's embrace. He didn't like Ying Chengxun very much.

If it was placed before Ying Chengyu went to the palace, he would say next: "Mr. Chang'an is better to stay away from me, I'm afraid I can't help but beat you!"

But now, Meng Tian suppressed the discomfort in his heart, turned his head away from Ying Fusu's expression, and said with a very unsightly expression himself: "Confucianism and literature mess with the law! The eldest son's words are all thanks to Chunyu Yue. "

After Ying Chengxue returned from the palace, although he did not bring back the order for Ying Fusu not to go to the county, he brought back the order for Ying Fusu to go to court tomorrow.

According to Yingzheng's original oral instructions, if he leaves for Shangjun today, he will naturally not be able to go to court tomorrow, which is also a disguised curve to save the country.

What the two prime ministers could not do, Ying Chengxun did.

This temporarily changed Meng Tian's view of Ying Chengxu a bit—the Emperor Shi Huang was so gracious to this humiliation!

Therefore, he is willing to tell Ying Chengxu something.

He didn't think that Ying Chengxu could change anything, he just hoped that he could use Ying Chengxu's mouth to convey the words to Ying Zheng's ears.

"shut up!"

Ying Fusu frowned tightly, and the voice of shutting up was much louder than the previous one.

If you look closely, you can still see a little anger in his eyes.

"How dare you call my teacher by my teacher's name in front of me!"

Faced with Ying Fusu's questioning, Meng Tian bowed his head to admit his mistake, and the smile on Ying Chengxue's face was a little playful.

Meng Tian is the same age as Ying Zheng, so according to age, he is the elder of Ying Fusu.

Ying Fusu has always treated Meng Tian with courtesy, and has never been so severely reprimanded.

The eldest nephew took advantage of teachers and students to get angry this time, it was too contrived, there was a ghost in it.

"Tsk tsk, what a temper, get out."

Ying Fusu opened his mouth stiffly.

"Uncle, I'm speaking for the teacher..."

"Heaven and earth kings, relatives and masters, rank fourth in person, before the master."

The index finger of his left hand pointed to his nose first, and the smile on Ying Chengxun's face remained undiminished: "I, Ying Chengxun, your dear uncle."

After saying a few words, he turned his left arm half a circle and pointed to the door of the house: "I tell you to get out."

In Meng Tian's stunned and slightly confused line of sight.

The crown prince of the Qin Dynasty, the eldest son of the Great Qin, Ying Fusu, skillfully bowed his head and cupped his hands.

"Farewell, uncle."

After saying goodbye, he walked towards the main entrance, and gave Meng Tian a wink to quickly follow, Meng Tian raised his foot in a daze.

At today's court meeting, Ying Fusu insisted against Ying Zheng's increasingly gloomy face, without fear, and clearly proposed to amnesty the world.

During the period, Yingzheng interrupted Ying Fusu twice, asking him to get out of the court, but Ying Fusu refused.The words are for the people of the Li people, the country and the country, please listen to your majesty and finish the words.

Comparing the two, 1 question marks popped up in Meng Tian's head, why? !
The eldest son dares to speak out and advise His Majesty without fear of the holy power, so why is he so tolerant of this shame?

Ever since he entered Chang'an Junfu, Meng Tian felt that Ying Fusu respected Ying Chengxu too much.

If Ying Chengxuan's reputation in Qin was the second worst, no one would recognize him as the first.

Don't look at Ying Chengxi bearing the name of the first emperor's younger brother.

Useless!

Qin people don't recognize it!

Since Shang Yang's reform, Qin has developed an atmosphere of supremacy in military exploits.

To this day, the people of Qin have awe of the powerful, but not the authority of the powerful, but the military exploits of the powerful.

Without military achievements, even if he was born in the Ying family of the Qin royal family, the Qin people would not look down on him.

And Ying Chengxun not only had no military exploits, but also brought great shame to Qin State-the shame of Tunliu.

This is the greatest humiliation Qin has suffered in a century, and the people of Qin are extremely hostile to Ying Chengxu.

There is a most lethal curse in Xianyang: Your son is like a king's brother—your son is similar to the king's brother.

At first Meng Tian thought it was Ying Fu Su Xiande, respecting the elders.

But now, he doesn't think so, virtuous doesn't mean useless.

"Hey."

Another arm was put on the shoulder, feeling so familiar, Meng Tian turned his head, and next to his head was Ying Chengxu's smiling face.

"General Meng, why don't you leave in a hurry, it's morning, let's have a drink together."

Ying Fusu's feet stopped, and the sound of footsteps stopped.

"It's been a long time since I had a drink with my uncle."

Being kicked on the butt by Ying Chengxi, he staggered and fell out of the room.

"Get out! What's the matter with you! Come and serve wine!"

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