Chapter 3 Confucianism and Ying Fusu
After coming out of the palace, Ying Chengjiao walked slowly on his horse on the highway in the center of Xianyang.
This is a special road where horses and vehicles can pass, but pedestrians are not allowed to occupy it.
Once a pedestrian walks up there, they will be captured to build the Great Wall, the imperial palace, the imperial mausoleum...
If the pedestrian is a child, then the child will not be punished. But the adults in the family will be arrested to build the Great Wall, the Imperial Palace, the Imperial Mausoleum...
People walking on the street stayed at least one foot away from the road, for fear of accidentally walking onto it.
Their clothes were very similar, made of coarse cloth, as if they came off the same production line.
The color is mainly yellowish-white due to repeated washing, and almost no other colors can be seen.
Their faces were numb, they were in a hurry, and they didn't talk to each other. Each of them had a strong purpose.
Those who bought rice bought rice, those who bought noodles bought noodles, and those who bought cloth bought cloth. They all left after buying their goods, without chatting or staying.
There are not many shops on both sides of the road, mainly selling rice, noodles and cloth, with a few butcher shops and restaurants.
There was no wine shop at all. The Qin people were forbidden to make and sell alcohol. Anyone caught would be taken away to build the Great Wall, the imperial palace, and the emperor's mausoleum...
Ying Chengjiao sighed, jumped onto the horse, wrapped the reins twice with his left hand, and lightly kicked the horse's belly with his feet.
"drive."
Da da da~
The horse's hooves hit the stone slabs frequently. A man and a horse rode along with the wind, leaving everything behind.
It was close to noon, the time when the streets were busiest with pedestrians.
But Xianyang at this time, and the Qin people at this time, seemed a little bleak, a little mechanical, and a little harsh.
Xianyang was the capital of Qin State. The capital was like this. All the Qin people seen in every city, town and village of Qin State were like this.
"You bastard! Grant amnesty to all prisoners! Can you give me your word?!"
Ying Chengjiao was extremely angry.
He really didn't know what was going on in his nephew's mind every day.
"Come on, tell me what you think. Do you think it's too easy for your brother to unify the world? Do you want to make it more difficult? It's boring to fight the six kingdoms once. Do you want to do it again?"
Ying Fusu lowered his head, full of apology, and advised gently: "Uncle, calm down. It is Fusu's fault that you are so angry."
Ying Chengjiao wants to hit someone.
You keep asking me not to be angry, why don't you tell me why you did that? It's no use trying to persuade me!
"Where's my sword? Where is my sword? If I had a sword, I would chop you to pieces! Are you telling the truth or not?"
Ying Fusu took off the sword from his waist, held it in both hands and handed it to Ying Chengjiao.
"Uncle, Fusu has a sword."
“…”
Meng Tian, who had been watching the development of the situation from the side, could no longer sit still and stood between the uncle and nephew.
"Young Master, you are just a Confucian, why do you have to do this!"
"Meng Tian, get out of the way!"
Ying Fusu shouted softly, with a hint of anxiety on his face.
"Filial piety is the most important virtue. One should not disobey the orders of elders. My uncle wants Fusu's life, so how can Fusu disobey him?"
"Confucianism?"
Ying Chengjiao repeated it with his eyes narrowed, laughed, and put his arms around Meng Tian's neck in a very intimate manner.
"Meng Tian, what does this have to do with Confucianism? Did nephew come up with this idea from Confucianism?"
With a push of his shoulder, Meng Tian broke free from Ying Chengjiao's embrace. He didn't have a good impression of Ying Chengjiao.
If it was before Ying Chengjiao went to the palace, he would have said: "Chang'an Jun, you'd better stay away from me. I'm afraid I won't be able to help but hit you!"
But now, Meng Tian suppressed his inner discomfort, turned his head away from Ying Fusu's expression, and said with a very unhappy expression: "Confucianism is using literature to disrupt the law! The eldest son's words to the emperor were all thanks to Chunyu Yue."
After Ying Chengjiao returned from the palace, although he did not bring back the order for Ying Fusu not to go to Shangjun, he brought back the order for Ying Fusu to attend court the next day.
According to Ying Zheng's original oral order, if he set out for Shangjun today, he would naturally not be able to attend court tomorrow. This is also a roundabout way to save the country.
What the two prime ministers could not do, Ying Chengjiao did.
This temporarily changed Meng Tian's opinion of Ying Chengjiao - the First Emperor was very gracious to this humiliation!
Therefore, he was willing to tell Ying Chengjiao some things.
He didn't think that Ying Chengjiao could change anything, he just hoped to use Ying Chengjiao's mouth to convey his words to Ying Zheng's ears.
"shut up!"
Ying Fusu frowned tightly, and the sound of him shouting "shut up" was much louder than the previous shout.
If you look closely, you can see some anger in his eyes.
"How dare you address my teacher by his name in front of me!"
In response to Ying Fusu's questioning, Meng Tian bowed his head to admit his mistake, and there was a hint of playfulness in the smile on Ying Chengjiao's face.
Meng Tian is the same age as Ying Zheng, and is Ying Fusu's elder in terms of age.
Ying Fusu had always been courteous to Meng Tian and had never reprimanded him so harshly.
This time, my nephew was too pretentious in getting angry at the teacher and students. There must be something fishy going on.
"Tsk tsk, you have such a bad temper, get out."
Ying Fusu opened his mouth stiffly.
"Uncle, I am speaking for the teacher..."
"Heaven, Earth, Emperor, Parents, and Teachers. Parents are fourth, before teachers."
He pointed his left index finger at his nose, with a smile on his face: "I, Ying Chengqiao, your uncle."
He said half a sentence, then turned his left arm half a circle and pointed to the door of the house: "I told you to get out."
Under Meng Tian's stunned and slightly confused gaze.
The Qin Kingdom decided on a crown prince, and the eldest son of the Qin State, Ying Fusu, bowed his head skillfully.
"Goodbye, uncle."
After saying goodbye, he walked towards the main entrance and winked at Meng Tian, asking him to catch up quickly. Meng Tian raised his foot in a daze.
At today's court meeting, Ying Fusu, despite Ying Zheng's increasingly gloomy expression, looked fearless and clearly proposed a general amnesty.
During this time, Ying Zheng interrupted Ying Fusu twice and asked him to get out of the court, but Ying Fusu refused. He said, "For the sake of the people, the country, and the people, Your Majesty, please listen to me and finish what I have to say."
Comparing the two, a thousand question marks popped up in Meng Tian's head, why? !
The eldest prince dared to speak frankly to His Majesty and was not afraid of His Majesty's authority. How could he be so tolerant of this humiliation?
Ever since he entered the Chang'an Jun Mansion, Meng Tian felt that Ying Fusu showed too much respect to Ying Chengjiao.
If Ying Chengjiao's reputation in the Qin State is said to be the second worst, then no one can claim to be the first.
Don’t underestimate Ying Chengjiao, who is the younger brother of the First Emperor.
Useless!
The Qin people don’t recognize it!
Since Shang Yang's reforms, the Qin State has developed a culture that prioritizes military achievements over anything else.
To this day, the Qin people still have awe for the powerful, but not for their authority, but for their military achievements.
Without military achievements, even if you are born into the Qin royal family, the Qin people will look down on you.
Not only did Ying Chengjiao have no military achievements, but he also brought great shame to the State of Qin - the Shame of Tunliu.
This was the greatest humiliation the Qin State had suffered in a hundred years, and the Qin people were extremely hostile to Ying Chengjiao.
There is a most lethal curse in Xianyang: Your son is like the king's younger brother - your son is almost the same as the king's younger brother.
At first, Meng Tian thought that Ying Fusu was virtuous and respectful to his elders.
But now, he doesn't think so anymore. Virtue does not mean cowardice.
"Why."
Another arm was placed on his shoulder, the feeling was so familiar. Meng Tian turned his head, and next to his head was the smiling face of Ying Chengjiao.
"General Meng, you are in no hurry to leave. It's almost noon. Let's have a drink together."
Ying Fusu paused and the footsteps stopped.
"I haven't had a drink with my uncle in a long time."
He was kicked on the butt by Ying Chengjiao and staggered out of the room.
"Get lost! What do you want to do? Someone bring some wine!"
