Prime Minister of Great Qin

Chapter 68 The Essentials of Personnel, Politics and Mind! (for collection)

heard.

Fusu couldn't help bursting into tears.

What made him feel even more painful and helpless was that he couldn't do anything.

He clearly knew a lot of things, but he could only watch helplessly, powerless but helpless, even if he intervened, not only would he not be able to restore the situation, but it would make the situation worse.

In particular, Shihuang's body was getting thinner and thinner day by day. As the eldest son, he was unable to do anything. This feeling of powerlessness made him even more uncomfortable.

a long time.

Ying Zheng's heavy breathing gradually subsided.

A sickly blood appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of tiredness.

Ying Zheng let out a long sigh and made himself sit upright.

He looked at Fusu with a worried face, his heart felt hot, and he said in a concentrated voice: "If you have anything else to say, let's say it together."

"Father, my son..." Fusu wanted to say that it was all right, but in the end he opened his mouth, choked with tears, and said, "Father, my younger brother has been in prison for a long time, and this time is very serious." An Fen, my son believes that the younger brother has realized his mistakes and has repented and reformed himself, I hope the emperor can forgive the younger brother and let the younger brother leave the imperial prison."

Ying Zheng sat upright, pondered for a while, and said lightly: "Yes."

"Any more?"

Fusu lowered his head, his eyes dodged, and he said in a timid voice: "My son, my son was in prison today, and I heard that the medicine stone my father took was poisonous, so I went to question the alchemist in the prison. In the end, my son lost control of his emotions and ordered Cut the mouth of a alchemist, and finally ordered the jailer to kill him."

"My son is guilty, please forgive my father."

heard.

Ying Zheng's expression was slightly different.

He looked Fusu up and down a few times, as if he was a little surprised and surprised by Fusu's order to kill.

Yingzheng pondered for a moment, and said: "The Daqin law is the first, and those who break the law should be punished, but the alchemist, who has evil intentions, has already been sentenced to death. Killing him is just quick, but you still violated the law after all. Later, I will go to Tingwei Mansion to accept the crime myself."

"Your servant obeys the order." Fusu said hastily.

he knows.

In fact, the father didn't blame him.

Or at least scold him.

Make up your mind.

Fu Su continued: "Father, I know it's inappropriate to talk about it, but my heart is really uneasy, I implore Father, allow me to express my heart."

Ying Zheng closed his eyes slightly.

He roughly guessed what Fusu was going to say, "Say what you want."

"I obey the order." Fusu bowed respectfully, and said in a deep voice: "Father, I still want to intercede with Ji Heng."

"He deserves death."

"My son knows that Ji Heng is arrogant and arrogant, but he is indeed a talented person."

"I have also met many courtiers over the years, but none of them can explain the general trend of the world so clearly. I know that the courtiers either have doubts or have reservations, but Ji Heng's point of view and discussion Compared with the courtiers, the perspective of things is completely different."

"As the saying goes, stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade."

"My son is stupid. In the past, he was mostly teased by Confucian scholars. Although he started to study "Han Feizi" and "Book of Shang Jun", his insight ability cannot be improved in a short time."

"If there is Ji Heng to point out the maze, supplemented by the courtiers' opinions, it may be possible to greatly reduce the situation of being unclear."

"I dare not extravagantly ask Ji Heng to be an official, but I hope that my father can spare Ji Heng's life."

"Please give me your permission."

Done.

Fusu subconsciously held her breath.

He knew that his father would most likely not agree, but he had no choice but to speak.

Ji Heng's point of view is different from that of the courtiers. If he has Ji Heng's point of view as an aid, he is indeed lacking in academic knowledge, but it can greatly make up for the gap.

This will no doubt be of great benefit to him.

Ying Zheng's eyes were cloudy and uncertain, as if he was weighing in his heart, and finally his expression became firm, and he said resolutely, "No."

"Father."

"There is no need to mention this matter again!" Ying Zheng broke out suddenly and flatly refused.

Fusu opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

In the past, he might still strongly advise, but now, he no longer wants to make Shi Huang feel sad and angry because of his proposition.

It's just that the frustration and depression in the eyes can't be concealed.

Ying Zheng ignored it.

Fusu said: "Father, my son is fine."

Ying Zheng raised his forehead slightly, and said with a flick of his sleeves, "Since there is nothing else to do, then step down first, I still have political affairs to deal with."

Fusu looked at the bamboo slips piled up on the case, with a hint of worry in his eyes, and said: "My father, please take care of your body and don't take medicine stones anymore. My father's body can't stand the damage of medicine stones. Confucius is so powerless and distracted." I just hope that the emperor can use the method of the imperial physician to take care of his body."

"My son is so scared!"

Ying Zheng's eyes turned cold, and he scolded: "It's not up to you to tell me what to do, go down!"

Fusu clenched his teeth tightly, but his feet seemed to have taken root.

"Get down!" Ying Zheng shouted angrily again.

"My son, leave." Fusu was discouraged immediately, the majestic First Emperor was irresistible in his heart.

Fusu walked towards the outside of the hall with difficulty, but he walked very slowly, and even turned around every step, his eyes were full of stubbornness and grievance.

Ying Zheng buried his head and didn't care at all.

After Fusu left the hall completely, Ying Zheng raised his head slowly, and said with a long sigh: "Confucius is silent and strange, why don't I know?"

"But what can I do?"

"However, today there is an undercurrent in the world, and the court is still walking on thin ice, how dare I show my decline?"

"If my decline is noticed by the outside world, I'm afraid more and more Xiaoxiao will come out to test it out. By then, Daqin will only become more and more tired. Once the outside world notices that Daqin's decline, I'm afraid the restoration forces will smell like fish. It's like a jackal, crazily biting up."

"At that time, the world will really be in chaos."

"I am here, and I can still suppress it."

"If I fall, who can suppress me?"

Ying Zheng was in charge of the big case, stood up slowly, and looked out of the hall.

His eyes seemed to drift towards the imperial prison.

a long time.

Ying Zhengcai withdrew his thoughts, and said in a cold voice: "You do have some advantages, but today you follow the routine and tradition in everything, and want to break the stereotype, how can it be so easy?"

"The axis of Daqin's coordination of the new governance did not consider the bottom, and the reason is just like what you said."

"People will change!"

"However, the way to run the world lies first in personnel."

"Personnel is the key to political opinion!"

"A plan as important and involving the overall situation as the new dynasty's rule has followed the routine and tradition from the very beginning. There may be long-term strategies with unique vision among the courtiers, but they can keep up with such a large-span stride in premeditated political affairs. There are always a small number of people, and it is so difficult for the courtiers to keep up, let alone the officials and people below?"

"After three days, you will be able to put yourself in your shoes and hear what kind of attitude you have towards you from the lower class you want to restore."

"After this incident."

"You may be able to understand why I did this."

Ying Zheng shook his head, looked at the hill-like memorial, and sat back on the table.

There was no wind in the hall, but it was a bit cool.

(End of this chapter)