Each word could be understood separately, but when they were put together, the First Emperor found it difficult to understand.
What about airplanes, guns, Caesar, Rome, what does it all mean?
But the eldest son was sitting behind him listening, and the First Emperor was too embarrassed to ask Ying Chengjiao for advice.
We agreed to discuss Taoism and educate our son, but it is impossible for both the son and the father to be educated at the same time. That would be so embarrassing.
Sit upright and look serious.
The First Emperor listened attentively and considered the situation seriously.
"Well, what you said makes sense."
Ying Chengjiao was overjoyed and spoke quickly.
"Brother, do you agree?"
"What do you want me to promise?"
"Agree to temporarily release him to fight outside, amend laws, develop people's livelihood, create technology, and change the world..."
Ying Chengqiu said a lot of things in a babble.
His mouth seemed to be borrowed, as if he had used a one-day limited trial card, and he talked endlessly with great excitement.
This time there were no particularly professional modern words, but the First Emperor generally understood it.
He looked at his brother who was still talking to himself as if he was a mentally retarded person.
Is this what this guy meant by all the things he said just now?
Is this guy infected with some crazy disease?
Did I read Shangjunshu in vain?
Were the six kingdoms destroyed in vain?
The lesson from the past is right before our eyes. Instead of thinking about the six arts of ruling the people and expanding the territory, we only think about enjoying luxury...
"I don't agree."
The First Emperor made the final decision.
"You are making a fuss. You want to make the Qin people lose their spirit and turn the Qin into a weak country. Money can move people's hearts, and wine and sex can make heroes grow old. In your opinion, if development is like many external things, where will the Qin people's spirit be? How can they fight head-on with those peoples outside the Great Wall who were born and died on horseback?"
"Brother, listen to me. I will show you that those peoples outside the Great Wall are not only skilled in riding and shooting, but also in singing and dancing, and their dancing is more beautiful than those actors in the palace!"
"What nonsense!"
Ying Chengjiao's words could not convince the First Emperor at all. This stone could not even cause ripples in the First Emperor's heart.
Donghu, Yuezhi, and Xiongnu.
The impression of these ethnic groups outside the Great Wall in Qin and even in the Central Plains is that of soldiers on horseback and civilians on foot.
Each of them is skilled in archery and horse riding, is fat and strong, has broad arms and waists, is good at fighting, but has no intelligence.
Even Emperor Qin Shi Huang believed that they ate human flesh, and even those who said they sang and danced?
If Ying Fusu had not been sitting behind him, the First Emperor would have congratulated him with his sword and let Ying Chengjiao sing and dance.
"Zhao State adopted the Hu clothing and rode and shot arrows, and learned the ways of the Donghu, and thus became a military power. If Qin State wants to defeat the Hu people, it must be more fierce, more evil, and more reckless than them. The development of the Great Qin depends on how much territory I can conquer with my Great Qin warriors. I will leave your ideas to Fusu to realize."
"Then why did Zhao die?"
"Destroyed by treacherous officials in power."
"Bullshit! Zhao will be destroyed if you forget about wearing Hu clothes and riding and shooting! If Qin is in danger of collapse, I have no objection to you doing this. Qin is now thriving and waiting for great development. You still want to play the Hu people's tricks. What's so crazy about you! You are just trying to defeat the bird people and make yourself more of a bird person. Aren't you stupid!"
When
The First Emperor knocked heavily on the Qin King's sword on the wooden table and sneered, "If you can't explain today how Zhao was destroyed by wearing Hu clothing and riding and shooting, I will have no choice but to kill my relatives for the sake of justice."
Ying Chengjiao rolled up his arms and sleeves and adjusted himself to a comfortable sitting position.
"Why are you like Han Fei? You won't cry until you see the coffin. Come on, let me explain it to you."
"etc!"
The First Emperor's eyes were as bright as lightning, and they were frighteningly bright, and they were cast into Ying Chengjiao's eyes.
"You just mentioned Han Fei? You..."
"Yes, yes, that's what you guessed. Your idol cat is rewriting Han Feizi in the Chang'an Junfu. This is not important. Let's talk about the Hu clothing and horse riding first."
The First Emperor grabbed Ying Chengjiao's right hand, his face looked very excited, and he nodded heavily.
"It's important. Give him to me. Leaving him at your place is a waste of natural resources."
If we had to choose a minister that the First Emperor loved from among the hundreds of schools of thought, that person would definitely be Han Fei.
After reading Han Feizi, the First Emperor said, "If I could walk with Han Feizi, I would be willing to die."
The Qin army stationed their elite soldiers on the border of Korea, just to ask the Korean royal family to release Han Fei to Qin.
The famous Trojan War in the West lasted for ten years just for a beautiful woman named Helen. It was outrageous, but she was a beauty after all.
What about the First Emperor?
He's done worse things.
He almost attacked South Korea for the man Han Fei.
That’s not all.
After a lot of effort, Han Fei finally entered Qin.
Not long after, Han Fei died in Xianyang Prison...
"Why do you take every person you see? If you need talent, can't you recruit them yourself? Why are you always staring at me, a bunch of people? If you want Li Mu, you should take Han Fei too. If it weren't for me, Han Fei would have died in Xianyang Prison. What were you thinking about?"
The First Emperor heaved a long sigh.
"Han Fei did not want to betray Han, and he also wanted to see the unification of the world. So he took the initiative to seek death. For such a loyal and righteous man, what reason do I have to go against his wishes?"
…
Chang'an Jun Mansion.
Zhang Liang woke up.
He lay on the bed, but did not open his eyes immediately. Instead, he breathed steadily as if he had fainted, and listened carefully to the movements around him.
Rustle, rustle~
The delicate sound, like that of silkworms chewing mulberry leaves, reached Zhang Liang's ears.
There is someone in the house.
I sniffed it and found no other strange smell except the strong scent of ink.
This person likes reading, so his martial arts skills should not be very high.
After a simple judgment, Zhang Liang opened his eyes.
There was not much point in pretending any longer. Given the skills of the man who captured him, he would definitely be able to see through his pretense of sleep.
The simple wooden structure caught Zhang Liang's eyes. There were some simple patterns of flowers and plants painted on the wood on the top beam.
He reached his hand into his arms, but didn't feel anything. This was within Zhang Liang's expectations.
Looking down, he saw that he was wearing a typical black linen suit of the Qin people.
Zhang Liang sneered.
He even changed his clothes. The owner of this room was very cautious with him.
No, it should be said that I am not cautious enough.
Zhang Liang stretched his wrists and got down sideways.
Without tying him up, this was his chance to escape.
People only know that Zhang Liang, the second son of the Zhang family, is extremely smart, but few people know that his martial arts skills are also quite good.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, his sight shifted.
A figure leaning over a desk and writing with a pen in hand caught Zhang Liang's eyes.
It was a young man standing sideways with a handsome face and his hair was loose and not tied up.
Seeing his focused attitude, he didn't even react when Zhang Liang woke up.
Just when he was about to take advantage of the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, Zhang Liang suddenly gave up this great chance.
Because he saw the man's face clearly, he was stunned and ran to the man who was writing with a pen, step by step, and bowed down.
"Zhang Liang, nice to meet you, Master Fei."
As soon as the words are spoken, tears flow.
Han Fei paused and turned around.
When he saw Zhang Liang kneeling beside him, he realized that Zhang Liang had woken up from his coma.
Placing the brush on the notch of the brown inkstone, he bent down and helped his good friend Zhang Liang up with both hands, a look of genuine joy on his face.
"Zi, Zi, Zifang, good, good, long time, no, no, no see."
After stammering a few words, Han Fei patted his head in distress. The communication efficiency was too low.
Pick up the pen and spread out a new piece of white paper.
Han Fei wrote on it with the character "Han".
【Why did you come to Xianyang? 】
Zhang Liang had already gotten used to Han Fei's way of communicating through words in Korea.
Looking at the beautiful Korean characters on the white paper, Zhang Liang crossed his hands and bowed slightly.
"Liang Te came to find out the cause of the young master's death."
Zhang Liang entered Xianyang.
He deliberately used a large iron hammer to step on the road to the Xianyang prison. His main purpose was to investigate the cause of Han Fei's death in the Qin State.
After a pause, Zhang Liang said in a deep voice: "If there is a chance, send the King of Qin to death. Since he loves you, why would he kill him?"
Forehead……
Han Fei rubbed his eyebrows.
【It is not the King of Qin who wants to kill me, it is me who is seeking death.】
Zhang Liang did not hide his surprise and asked, "Why are you seeking death, young master?"
[Fei is a prince of Han State. He entered Jixia Academy to study with Master Xunzi in order to save Han State. However, King Han was not a wise ruler. It was not that he was unable to save Han State in the chaotic times, but that he only hoped to unify the world. Looking at the seven countries, only Qin State ruled the country by law. The King of Qin enforced the law, had great talent and strategy, and had the potential to unify the world. I gave "Han Feizi" to the King of Qin to help him unify the world. My lifelong wish has been fulfilled.]
【I am a Han Chinese after all. If I don't feel sad when I see my country in decline, I am not a human being. If I were to serve the King of Qin, I would destroy Han, and I would not be unwilling to do so. I am unable to save Han, so I present a letter to Qin. I can stop here. In this way, I will not let down Han, and I will not let down my heart.】
This is a truth from the Warring States Period. It may be difficult for modern people to understand, but Zhang Liang, who was born in this era, could fully understand Han Fei's thoughts.
The youngest son of the Zhang family nodded silently, resolving years of doubts. However, another doubt arose in his heart - why is the young master still alive?
Naturally, this question was not asked, after all, Zhang Liang did not have Gai Nie's expressionless face.
"Since you are alright, please return to Han with Zhang Liang. Han has left 200 nobles, all of whom can serve as your team to restore Han. As long as you are willing, the royal flags of the cities in Han can be replaced within ten days."
Zhang Liang's words were meant to show Han Fei the control that the remaining nobles of Han had over Han, not to suggest an immediate rebellion, but to persuade Han Fei to return to Han.
With the current strength of the Qin State, it is indeed not enough to control the world.
The Qin State did not have any intelligent soldiers and had no way of controlling the entire world.
But the Qin State's basic base was entirely made up of military camps.
If South Korea were to restore its country now, all the city walls would be equipped with the king's flag.
Generals eager for military merit, such as Meng Tian, ​​Li Xin and Wang Ben, attacked with great joy.
He wished he could dig up the Zhang family's ancestral tombs and take out the skulls inside to use as human heads to gain military merit.
[Zifang, the Kingdom of Korea is dead, the dead are gone.]
"Han has not yet perished. Han has occupied Han territory but cannot subdue the Han people. As long as the people in the city and you are still here, how can you say that Han has perished? You don't believe what I said. I will go back and change the flag of a city for you to see. Which city do you want to change..."
Zhang Liang looked very excited, gesticulating towards Han Fei like a gambler who was driven to extremes.
His eyes were full of hope and pleading.
Like those Eight Banners descendants of the Qing Dynasty who could not accept the passing of the Manchu Dynasty during the Republic of China period.
Han Fei opened his arms, hugged Zhang Liang, who was still chattering, and held him as tight as he could.
"Han is dead."
Han Fei, one word at a time.
He whispered in Zhang Liang's ears, speaking clearly in Qin language.
Zhang Liang stopped talking and was silent for a moment, then pushed Han Fei away.
Han Fei was caught off guard and pushed away with great force, his legs spread wide open, and he fell to the ground with his buttocks on the ground.
Zhang Liang, who looks like a boy with a feminine appearance, has a handsome face that is distorted and hideous.
"You betrayed Han! You betrayed Han! My Zhang family has not served as Han's prime minister enough, why don't you become the king of Han! The previous king is dead, and the conservative aristocrats of Han are dead. Now there is no one in Han who can hinder the reform of the prince. The Zhang family is willing to do its best to help the prince restore Han, but the prince said that Han is dead!"
Zhang Liang pounced on Han Fei, grabbed Han Fei's collar with one hand, raised his fist high with the other, and gritted his teeth.
"My Lord, I am guilty of my mistake. I will apologize to you when we return to Korea! As long as Korea is not destroyed, there is a king!"
Zhang Liang punched down angrily.
Han Fei turned his head to avoid it, grabbed Zhang Liang's arm and threw him into the air, then kicked Zhang Liang in the abdomen with his legs.
Step on
Bang!
Zhang Liang flipped over and over in the air, stepped quickly onto the ground, and only stopped when his body hit the door.
His face looked extremely ugly as he stared at Han Fei who had gotten up.
"When did you learn martial arts, young master?"
Han Fei was speechless.
He picked up the pen and wrote a big word "Ru" on the white paper and showed it to Zhang Liang.
It is true that Han Fei was a giant of the Legalists, but he was a Confucian who studied with Xunzi.
As Xunzi's favorite student, Han Fei excelled in all six arts of a gentleman.
Just because he has a mouth disease, we cannot assume that he also has limb diseases and is powerless.
He didn't take action in Korea in the past because there was no need for him to do so.
As a young master, there isn't so much time when you need to personally engage in fighting and killing.
"Sir, you really won't go with me."
[It's not that I can't go with you, the world's general trend is clear, don't struggle any more. ]
"I only ask one question today, I am willing to die." Zhang Liang groped for the door handle with his hands behind his back and said, "Since you want to sacrifice your life for your country, why are you here tonight?"
Han Fei did not answer, looking lonely.
If you don't answer, you will be speechless.
Bang!
Zhang Liang took advantage of Han Fei's distraction and rushed out.
Han Fei was awakened by the sound of the door. He looked at the door that continued to hit due to inertia with a strange expression.
Bang!
Before the door stopped knocking, Zhang Liang pushed it open and walked in.
His expression became even uglier, like a gambler who had staked his life on seeing the dealer open three sixes.
Through the half-open door, one could see dozens of beautiful girls in the courtyard outside.
They are beautiful, and each of them is the best choice.
If it weren't for the Qin crossbows on their lowered arms, Zhang Liang would have simply regarded these beauties as ordinary maids.
"Sir, why do you want to keep me here? Please tell me directly."
[It's not that I have to keep you, it's the Lord who wants you to stay. 】
"Your Majesty."
Zhang Liang's face became increasingly ugly.
The distinguished Prince Fei of Han State, regarded by Zhang Liang as the most suitable candidate for the King of Han, actually became a retainer of someone else. He could not accept this!
"Who is the Lord?"
【Lord Chang'an.】
This name sounds familiar.
After Zhang Liang arrived in Xianyang, he didn't encounter many unexpected things, so he quickly remembered the time he met Ying Chengjiao on the tower.
Could it be that he was being targeted at that time?
When did I, Zhang Liang, become so famous in the Qin State?
Zhang Liang's expression was uncertain.
"Where's the big hammer?"
【Let it go.】
Zhang Liang: ...
He knew that Han Fei would not lie about such a small matter, so he didn't know what to say for a moment.
The big hammer is very famous in the world.
Few people know his real name, which is the origin of his nickname.
He can wield a huge iron hammer that is difficult for an ordinary person to lift off the ground with great vigor and power, and water cannot penetrate it. His supernatural power is amazing.
No matter from which perspective, the reputation of the Big Iron Hammer should be higher than that of Zhang Liang, and Chang'an Jun should care more about the Big Iron Hammer.
As a result, more than a dozen beautiful Qin crossbows were thrown outside the courtyard in the middle of the night without any mercy and looking at him.
Instead, he let go of the big hammer that he had tamed with so much difficulty. How could he justify this?
"Since Lord Chang'an values ​​Liang so much, I think you should give me some advice."
[This matter has nothing to do with Fei. It was the Lord who informed Fei of your appearance in Xianyang City. The Lord once praised you for being the best in magic.]
"What is the ultimate skill?"
"He is the best at playing tricks."
As soon as Zhang Liang heard the voice, he was hit hard on the neck. He fainted on the spot and fell into the arms of Jing Ke who appeared out of nowhere.
“I said this person is dangerous.”
Carrying Zhang Liang, Jing Ke waved to Han Fei.
"Let's go to bed early after catching up on the past."
Jing Ke carried Zhang Liang away.
Han Fei shook his head and blew out the candle.
I hope Your Majesty can convince Zifang when he comes back.
Zifang only knew the ability of the King of Qin, but not the ability of his sovereign.
The stronger the Zhang family's control over Han, the more dangerous the Zhang family will be.
…
Xianyang Palace.
"It is well known that King Wuling of Zhao adopted the Hu clothing and rode and shot arrows, which made Zhao a powerful country militarily. But Huization not only brings benefits, but also disadvantages. The Hu people admire the strong, and Zhao was completely Huized, which led to the rapid growth of this trend of admiring the strong in Zhao."
"King Wuling of Zhao, who founded the powerful State of Zhao, was besieged in Shaqiu Palace by his son Zhao Cheng in his later years. He was so hungry that he ate birds raw and eventually died of starvation."
"Let's put it another way. If your nephew had trapped you to death in the Zhangtai Palace in Qin, do you think he could convince the people? But Zhao could. Zhao Cheng trapped King Wuling of Zhao to death, and no one in Zhao had any excuse for it. This is Hu Feng's cultural invasion."
"Hu Feng allowed Zhao to fight against Qin again after more than ten years after the Battle of Changping, but his blind worship of the use of force made Zhao less wise, and it eventually perished because of the villain Guo Kai's betrayal of the country."
"The Qin and Zhao countries have the same ancestors, and both are martial nations. Yesterday's Zhao will be tomorrow's Qin. We need not only bravery, but also wisdom. Explosive troops are nothing compared to technology!"
The First Emperor: ...
What this guy said seems to be quite right, but I just feel that there is something wrong with it.
Rubbing his brows, the First Emperor carefully savored Ying Chengjiao's words. Although he still didn't quite understand some of the words, the general meaning was clear.
"Qi, which founded the Jixia Academy, has fallen. Lu, where Confucius served as the chief priest, has fallen. You clearly know the benefits of Legalism, but you insist on enlightening the people and taking the Confucian path."
"No, your approach is more like the Mohist path. You have too high expectations of the people. If the world is really like you said, and everyone is enlightened, then who will farm? How will food be produced?"
When Ying Chengjiao saw that the Emperor's tone had softened a little, he immediately slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "The lack of food is related to crops. We need high-yield crops. I invested money in farmers more than ten years ago. Don't worry, my brother. There will definitely be results. When the grain output is increased, we won't need so many people to farm."
"How can I trust you?"
"The curved plow, manure fertilizer, Longhu waterwheel, drum wheel, split-force ridging... You were able to defeat the six kingdoms so smoothly, and there was no shortage of food. Wasn't it all thanks to me and the farmers? Why don't you believe me?"
"If we follow the old straight plow, burn grass to make ash and fertilizer, Qin would be lucky to have a quarter of the grain it has now."
The First Emperor looked somewhat uncomfortable, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with Ying Chengjiao's contemptuous look.
Ying Fusu listened quietly, looking at Ying Chengjiao with stars in his eyes.
It turns out that these new farm tools of Qin were all invented by my uncle. No wonder my father treated my uncle as an equal.
"Your previous inventions did solve the food crisis in Qin. You used various agricultural tools to replace labor, so that the Qin people could cultivate more land. This is to increase grain production with more land, not the 3,000 kilograms per mu you boasted about."
"More than a decade has passed, and the hybrid high-quality seeds you mentioned have not produced any results. Isn't this also true?"
Ying Chengjiao immediately said, "Because there are not enough participants, we need more farmers to participate. So we need to enlighten the people, promote movable printing, and promote paper."
The First Emperor: ...
It seems to make sense, but that’s not right!
Why did this guy come back to me again?
How can he be so sophistry?
"My dear brother, social productivity is improving and the country is changing. You can't always stick to the old dogma."
"You are talking about an old dogma. I used it to conquer the whole world."
"What good is that?"
The First Emperor: ...
I will be the first one in China to unify the world.
What's the point of you saying this?
Ying Chengjiao held the First Emperor's trembling hand as he reached for the Qin King's sword and continued to brainwash him.
"You have to be able to defend what you conquer. When the State of Qi was defeated by Yan Leyi, only Jimo was left. Wasn't it restored by Tian Dan in an instant? It's not enough to conquer it. Only when you take it, it will be yours. The world now depends on you. Do you believe that if you die now, the world will immediately fall apart?"
Brat!
Brat!
The discussion is nothing but cursing me?
I am in my prime!
You are the one who is going to die!
I'm going to chop this bastard off!
The First Emperor's chest heaved with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go!"
Ying Chengjiao shook his head decisively and held it tighter.
joke?
I let go and let you use your sword to chase me away while I’m walking my bird?
"Brother, listen to me. We need to promote social development and progress, and science and technology are the primary productive forces. As long as our technology is high enough, the other side of the ocean will be ours. Don't just focus on that little piece of land, and don't be so narrow-minded."
"You've slept with Zhao girls, Han girls, and Chu girls, but you've definitely never slept with a big foreign girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big breasts, and a round, big ass, aren't you tempted?"
The First Emperor said coldly: "I have slept with him, isn't he a Hu person?"
"Um... the details are different. They will say it's wrong. If it's wrong, they will say it's wrong."
"Cheng Jiao, I can hear your reasoning in what you said today, but you can't convince me. Wei Zhuang said something very right, Daqin seeks stability rather than novelty. I believe in your vision, but I can't bring the entire Daqin to gamble with you. I can't afford to lose, and Daqin can't afford to lose."
The First Emperor took a deep breath and picked up the Sword of Qin. This time Ying Chengjiao did not stop his brother.
"When my father handed me this sword, he told me personally not to let down the Qin State and not to let down your willingness to give up. But today I have no choice but to let you down. As long as I am the King of Qin, I will ensure that the Qin State will be passed down in the hands of my Ying family."
Ying Chengjiao smiled bitterly.
"I thought you had the guts. The county system has not been tested by time, and simplified Chinese characters are not recognized by the world, but these have not scared you. Why do you want to open up a little wisdom..."
"This is not just some small wisdom of the people, this is the root of the Qin Dynasty! This is the root of how the Qin Dynasty governs! The county system, simplified Chinese characters, I understand them all, I know that this is the right thing to do! But what you said today, I don't understand!"
The First Emperor also smiled bitterly.
"Perhaps, you are really too far ahead of this era. So far ahead that even I, who think I am unique, cannot touch your thoughts. Even if you lay out all your thoughts in front of me, I still cannot understand them..."
"Don't blame my brother, this is the limitation of the times..."
Ying Chengjiao slowly stood up, holding the table with his hands, with deep disappointment in his eyes.
Jokes, laughter, anger and scolding were all his ways to persuade the First Emperor.
But he failed.
He lost this debate.
Without the First Emperor , even Ying Chengjiao would not be able to promote the development of the world on his own.
From ancient times to the present, the only person who could become a god and suppress the entire world with his human body was the First Emperor.
This is the power that belongs only to the greatest emperor of all time.
"Uncle, Fusu wants to try."
"What did you say?"
Ying Chengjiao paused in his steps and turned around suddenly.
Staring at his nephew who had no sense of presence in this discussion and was only there to learn.
Ying Fusu had a determined look on his face.
"Fusu said, Fusu wants to give it a try. Qin should not be tested lightly, but one city will do? Fusu is willing to go to Shangjun and follow his uncle's method!"