Prime Minister of Great Qin

Chapter 5 Ji Heng really died because of me? (for collection)
Hu Hai frowned.

He felt that Ji Heng was fooling Xuanxu, it was completely unfounded, and he had to make up one.

But when he thought of what his elder brother said before, "The head of Guizhou has not been gathered", and Ji Heng's confidant appearance, he felt a little undecided in his heart. If this matter is true, there may be another explanation.

Hu Hai's eyes were cloudy and uncertain.

After a long time, he couldn't help sighing, and said with a melancholy expression: "It would be great if Zhao Gao was here. With him at the side to remind me, how could I go in without knowing anything?"

"It's just that elder brother is really going to 'harm' Ji Heng?"

"is it possible?"

Hu Hai looked at the messy case in front of him, sighed melancholy, and left the hut with a flick of his sleeves.

The other side.

Fusu's face was blue and red, and his expression was quite depressed.

He really couldn't understand why Ji Heng wanted to slander himself?
He was pretty sure he didn't know Ji Heng.

It is impossible to know!

As the son of the first emperor, he knew what the first emperor liked.

The first emperor hated the Yan people very much.

And there is a reason for all this.

Earlier, Shi Huang and Prince Dan were like brothers and sisters, but later due to their different positions, estrangement began to arise, and even mutual hatred.

Later, in order to prevent the Great Qin from dominating the world, Prince Dan even ordered Jing Ke to assassinate the first emperor when he presented the map. Three years ago, the first emperor was attacked and killed by thieves in Lanchi. The figure of the nobles of the Yan Kingdom.

The first emperor hated the Yan people so much, how dare he get close to the Yan people?
He had never heard of Ji Heng from the beginning to the end.

If Hu Hai hadn't been imprisoned by his father, as an elder brother, he would have come to visit and appease him out of reason, and he would never have heard any news about Ji Heng in his life.

He couldn't figure it out, let alone figure it out.

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, seeing everything in his eyes, and said indifferently: "Fusu, what do you think of what this person said?"

Fu Su made a bow and said: "Returning to the emperor, my son thinks that what this person said is completely nonsense, it is all based on personal imagination, fabricated out of thin air, without any basis, it is all nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Ying Zheng frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Have you heard this for so long, is this all you know?"

Fusu's face turned pale, and he said, "My son is stupid."

Ying Zheng took a deep look at Fusu, shook his head secretly, and walked towards the outside of the prison.

At the same time, a voice came into Fusu's ears.

"Go down and think about it."

"This person really hates Qin, but I think what he said is not unreasonable."

Fu Su froze on the spot, his body trembled slightly, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Father thinks that he died because of me!"

"how can that be?"

"I didn't know him at all before, so how could I think of harming him?"

"Besides, since I can remember, I have never had any thoughts of harming others. This person is from Yan and has nothing to do with me. Why did the emperor say that?"

"Fusu doesn't understand!"

Fusu was completely at a loss now.

Shihuang was the one who sentenced Ji Heng to be murdered, so he couldn't have made a mistake, so he could only be wrong in his own mind.

But how could he harm an irrelevant person?

There is no reason for this!

a long time.

"Is there something hidden in it that I don't know?"

Fu Su calmed down, he held the big case with his hands, his eyes were full of confusion, "Ji Heng just said it too, the reason is in what he said earlier, I need to calm down now and reason it out, You should be able to understand some of the deep meaning in the words."

"But why did he die because of me?"

"Isn't he sentenced to be murdered by the emperor? It was also investigated by the Tingwei Mansion. I did not participate in the whole process. In recent years, I have not had any interaction with the nobles of the Yan Kingdom. The only time I pleaded for mercy was for a few How can a Confucian scholar become a 'murderer'?"

He didn't understand.

I really can't figure it out.

in prison.

Ji Heng returned to his prison.

On the way back, he was often ridiculed by Confucian scholars and alchemists on both sides, but he just ignored it.

He has something on his mind.

In front of Mr. Ji's pointing, some secrets were unintentionally leaked.

Now he feels that some of his previous life memories are gradually being forgotten, leaving only those impressive memories.

The forgetting this time is different from when he traveled through time. When he came through time travel, he had a complete memory of the ninth life. After being pulled away, there were still some residual memories in his mind, but with this leak, these residual memories became more and more serious. concise.

Maybe not a few times.

In the memory of his previous ninth life, some details will start to blur, leaving only a vague shadow.

Ji Heng actually didn't care too much.

Every time he travels, the most remaining memories are actually from the previous life. As for the previous memories, they will gradually fade with time. For him, the most useful thing is actually experience.

In the last life, that is, the ninth life, he was Han Xie at the end of Tang Dynasty.

In this life, after the heart-wrenching failure of the eighth life, his heart has been wiped out long ago, so he doesn't have many memories. What he remembers most is actually those Tang poems, and after the death of Tang Dynasty, he was a hermit and indulged in the leisure of the mountains and rivers.

But not for nothing.

When he was a hermit, he specialized in medicine.

Recalling the few prescriptions in his mind, he picked up a small stone in the prison and carved it on the wall of the prison.

In one's life, one must leave something behind.

Although his life is not long, if these prescriptions become known to the outside world in the future, they may be able to save many people, and this can be regarded as his last contribution to the world.

Swish!
Words began to appear one after another on the wall.

It's just that it's not the Qin seal script, but the official script with long horizontal strokes and short vertical strokes.

In the Tang Dynasty, because Tang Xuanzong liked the official script, the official script was "Zhongxing", and it was brilliant in the Tang Dynasty for more than 100 years. His ninth generation was a great writer in the late Tang Dynasty.

Moreover, the carving of Qin seal characters is really cumbersome, and he will not ask for less.

He was not worried that the Qin people would not be able to understand it. The official script originated in the Qin Dynasty. Some of the characters he wrote may be different from the contemporary ones, but after all, they are handed down from the same family and come from the same origin. what word.

The prison is very noisy.

As the time of death approached, some Confucian scholars and alchemists went mad, screaming hysterically in the prison.

But not many people responded.

Ji Heng silently carved on the wall.

It's just that he originally remembered several prescriptions, but in the end only three and a half prescriptions remained. When he wrote the fourth picture, he couldn't remember the specific medicinal ingredients, so he had to give up halfway.

He casually threw the pebbles under his feet, looked at the neat official script on the wall, and nodded in satisfaction.

immediately.

He seemed to have remembered something, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said softly: "Life is like a sudden, life is not solid."

"Long live, I will send you off even more, and the sages can't save them."

"Take food to seek gods, and most of them are mistaken by medicine."

"It's better to drink fine wine, and be served rich and vegetarian"

Ji Heng yawned, full of wine and food, a feeling of drowsiness gradually overwhelmed him, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a few handfuls of withered grass beside him, scribbled it on his body, and fell asleep with his clothes on.

The sun was shining brightly outside the prison.

(End of this chapter)