Prime Minister of Great Qin

Chapter 8 Pleading guilty and begging for mercy! (for collection)

Lama Temple.

Fusu regained his composure, and shouted outside the hall: "Wei Sheng."

soon.

An eunuch entered the hall.

Fusu said: "Go to the east of the city now, and investigate Ji Heng, one of the nobles of Yan State, Ji family. I want to know everything about his past."

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Fusu seemed to have thought of something, took down a black jade from his waist, handed it to the eunuch, and said: "You will take my jade to the Yushi Mansion later, and return Ji Heng's test and biography to the eunuch. There are files related to him, all the files are copied, and I will check it later."

"Promise." The eunuch named Wei Sheng promised, took the black jade carefully, and left the side hall quickly.

Fusu sat on the table, frowned and said, "Ji Heng."

"I don't believe that you really hate Da Qin so much. If you really wanted to oppose Qin, you would have fled like the nobles of the other six countries. Why bother to slander Da Qin in the street? You are clearly seeking death."

"With your talents, you shouldn't die in vain!"

Fusu shook his head.

He opened the "Shangshu" on the case, frowned, and said: "According to what Ji Heng said, the father has realized that forcing the legal system will not work, and he is destined to adopt the Confucian thought of ritual and music in the future. Father wants to burn books and kill these Confucian scholars?"

He was a little hard to understand for a while.

But he vaguely guessed that most of the tricks were involved.

Fusu smiled wryly, and said: "Father used to ask me to read the book of Han Zi. Because I don't like power and strategy, I basically never dabbled in it. I have always been reprimanded by Father. Now, when faced with this matter involving power and strategy, I not only have no insight, but even There is no insight."

He put the "Shangshu" aside, took out the dusty "Han Feizi", looked at it a few times, and finally gave up.

It's full of conspiracies and calculations.

He really didn't like it.

"Forget it, let's see it later."

Fusu closed "Han Feizi" again, and continued to read "Shangshu". Since Daqin will adopt Confucian rites and music in the future, it is not unreasonable for him to study in advance now.

noon.

Wei Sheng is back.

Holding a large stack of bamboo slips in his hand.

All the information related to Ji Heng was obtained from the government at all levels.

Fusu put these bamboo slips on the table, and asked Wei Sheng to prepare lunch for himself, while he buried himself in reading.

After reading Ji Heng's biography, Fusu's expression changed.

Because the above information is wrong.

The information Ji Heng registered with the government was that he was a playboy, ignorant and inexperienced. He came to Xianyang at the age of 14, spent all day in Goulan cottages, lingered in various romantic places, and even ate, drank and lazed in it. A well-read man.

After taking a few glances, Fusu rubbed the center of his brows, feeling a pain in his head.

Confused:
"How is this going?"

"According to Ji Heng's various materials, except for the fact that he was taught by his master when he was in Yan State, when he arrived in Xianyang, he completely indulged in sensuality. He had never read any books at all, and he was no different from those dudes. But he was in prison that day. It’s very insightful.”

"Could it be that you are deliberately hiding your clumsiness?"

"or."

"It's just nonsense, just a mistake?"

for a while.

Fusu became unsure.

He was patient and continued to look at the bamboo slips.

In the end, the complexion was slightly relieved.

After Ji Heng's sensuality for a while, it seems that the family's economy is in trouble, and he can no longer support him to continue to go to the house.

The Ji family began to let the disciples of the clan contact other forces in order to make a living. Ji Heng was born in an aristocratic family.

At this time, he got closer and closer to Confucian scholars.

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Fusu frowned secretly, but he didn't care, there were indeed some black apples among Confucians.

He remembered that Ji Heng once said that he had read some books.

And the reason why he has such a deep understanding of the imperial court must be because of the mouths of these Confucian scholars, he learned the real situation of the imperial court.

Because he has a good relationship with the Confucian scholars, when the Confucian scholars slandered the first emperor and the government, he followed suit, and in the end he was thrown into prison because of this slander.

Fusu listed the corresponding time.

Also secretly surprised.

Ji Heng had not been in contact with Confucian scholars for a long time, less than a year. In just one year, he had such a deep understanding of the court situation just through the mouth of Confucian scholars.

After reading all the bamboo slips, Fusu took a deep breath and said in a concentrated voice, "This man has an amazing talent."

"If it wasn't for being implicated by Confucian scholars, I'm afraid that his achievements will not be low in the future, even if he is in prison, it will be difficult to hide his spirit."

"Judging from these materials, he doesn't have deep resentment towards Da Qin, at least not as resolute as Zhang Liang, Xiang Liang, etc. The reason why this accident happened is really a disaster without reason."

"in this way."

"I might be able to get one or two."

"If he can be used by Daqin, he will definitely be able to give Daqin a boost."

Fusu took a deep breath, feeling much better.

He sorted out Ji Heng's information, omitted the original "Fengyue" and prepared to present it to the first emperor, so that the first emperor would keep Ji Heng's life.

Soon.

Wei Sheng came in with a copper plate.

There is a sumptuous lunch on it, a large plate of boneless mutton, and plump japonica rice.

Fusu was in a better mood, and his appetite was also whetted, so he grabbed the mutton on the plate and started to eat it.

In a short while, a large plate of deboned mutton disappeared like a wind and cloud. After a while of swallowing, Fusu opened the earthen pot beside him, and drank the mutton bone soup in a snort.

Wei Sheng next to him clicked his tongue repeatedly, the young master is really a warrior!

Fusu laughed loudly, and said: "When a person celebrates a happy event, he naturally has a big appetite."

"And what kind of warrior am I? Tongwuhou and Huainanhou are the real warriors. A meal can die a roasted lamb."

"I'm far behind them."

Suddenly.

Fu Su seemed to have remembered something, and ordered: "You will prepare two jugs of good wine later, and send them to prison tomorrow."

Wei Sheng was stunned for a moment, and said worriedly: "Master, the young master was imprisoned by His Majesty. You sent a jug of wine in yesterday, which violated the law. Sending it away again? If His Majesty knew about it, His Majesty might give birth to a child." dissatisfied."

Fusu smiled and said:

"I know this matter well, I will go to see His Majesty later, and I will take the initiative to explain this matter."

"You just get ready."

Wei Sheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded his promise.

Finished.

Fusu poured the remaining mutton bone soup from the clay pot into a bowl filled with round-grained rice, stirred it a little, and continued to eat. After finishing the meal, he was already sweating profusely. A gray towel next to him, wiped his hands and sweat.

Then let Wei Sheng take down the copper plate.

He went to the big case again, picked up the document again, read it carefully, and made sure there was nothing wrong with it, then put the document in his sleeve and strode towards Xianyang Palace.

One of his actions was to plead guilty, and the other was to plead for mercy.

(End of this chapter)