Chapter 505: What if the prince dies?

"You were born to be the King of Qin. You are more sinister than Ying Yiren, Ying Zhu, and Ying Ji. The Qin State will go further in your hands. Zheng'er is not as good as you. He is too proud and violent. He only knows how to advance but not retreat. After his death, no one can suppress the people's hearts in this chaotic world. The Qin State will be buried with him."

Zhao Ji completely gave up her fantasy, pursed her lips and spoke her true thoughts, feeling relieved.

Ying Chengjiao responded with a wry smile.

"Mother, I was just teasing my brother, why did you take it seriously? I'm flattering you. My brother has been on the throne for fifty years, who can't suppress him?"

“You.”

Ying Zheng uttered two words, lowered his head and picked up the wine jug , shaking it slightly. There was no sound of water hitting the wall, which was a bit regrettable.

Such a good story, it’s a pity there is no wine.

There are roughly two paths for a great family to develop to the end.

One is to bet on both sides.

Li Mu and Li Xin, the uncle and nephew, were in Zhao and Qin respectively, so there was always a way for one of them to strengthen the family.

The second is to gamble and be the banker.

When the three families divided Jin, Tian family replaced Qi and succeeded in ascending to the throne in one step, but failed to become the nine clans.

The one proposed by Wukong is the third one.

There are two sides for betting, one is the banker and the other is the gambler. They are both referees and players.

Zhang Er entered Zhao and established himself as king. If things went well, he would shoot the deer of the world. If things did not go well, he would follow his original plan, be defeated and return to Wei, and become the greatest contributor under King Bao of Wei.

Whether it is a conspiracy or an open plot, as long as it is a plan, it generally has two results: good or bad.

Opportunity is the body, danger is the shadow, and the two always appear at the same time.

The First Emperor faked his death, so that the Qin State could wipe out the remnants of the six kingdoms at one time, and the surviving families of the six kingdoms could also overthrow the tyrannical Qin State, restore their country and enjoy prosperity.

Wukong's strategy breaks this law, with only good results and better results.

The First Emperor stopped his wife who was standing up to get him some wine, and pointed to a chair, indicating her to sit down and continue listening.

"The King of Han sent Zheng Guo to Qin as a spy. Zheng Guo lobbied me, and I..."

Ying Chengjiao played the golden cup, which made a clear and melodious sound.

"It's just a self-proclaimed name. Before you, everyone could use it. Since you're used to it and can't change it, there's no need to force it."

"It can be changed. Zheng Guo suggested to dig a large irrigation canal between Jingshui and Luoshui, and appointed him to lead the construction of this project, and I agreed. During the construction process, Han's conspiracy to "exhaust Qin" was exposed - the canal construction was fake, and it occupied a lot of manpower and financial resources of Qin, leaving no time for external attacks. But I still let Zheng Guo lead the project to build the canal, which took ten years to complete, and named the canal after Zheng Guo, Zhengguo Canal. Zhengguo Canal draws water from Jinghe River to irrigate farmland, and Guanzhong has since become the world's granary that is not inferior to Bashu. Zheng Guo did not obey the order of the King of Han and destroy the canal of Qin. It was because I saved his reputation and asked the King of Han for his My family, I gave more than the King of Han. Wukong was your spy. He came to Zhang Er when he was ten years old. Ten years have passed. How can you guarantee that Wukong has not been bought like Zheng Guo. Did you give as much as Zhang Er? You wanted the king of Wei to be at odds with his ministers, and you wanted Zhang Er, a Wei man, to weaken Zhao by serving as the King of Zhao. You have done all of these. The reason why you can control Zhang Er is that making yourself king is beneficial to Zhang Er, and his reputation will not be ruined, and he will have a chance to ascend to heaven. But if Wukong has been bought by Zhang Er, and does not listen to your orders, and does not guide Zhang Er to do what you want, then you are making wedding clothes for Zhang Er. It is like the King of Han sending Zheng Guo to Qin to weaken Qin and make it stronger. "

Ying Zheng's mouth was dry from talking so much, so he paused, swirled his tongue around in his mouth for a few circles, swallowed the saliva under his tongue, and after practicing a trick to steal the Kunlun Longevity Wine, he spoke again:

"At the age of ten, he had the strength to tear tigers and leopards apart. The common people thought he was a god descending to earth. Zhang Er would not be so foolish. Confucius had the strength to lift the city gate. It is not surprising that there is another person with extraordinary physical strength. The more people know, the harder it is to deceive. Should we continue to fool the people and weaken the people to strengthen the country, or insist on enlightening them, eradicating the nobles and concentrating power in the world? You should think more about it. Zhang Er accepted Wukong as his disciple and valued him very much. It has little to do with the power Wukong showed. It is because since Wukong was born, the health of the people in Shashi Village has been getting better and better. I am very curious, how did you do what only heaven can do?"

Ying Zheng put himself in his shoes. If he had seen Wukong, who was more auspicious than auspicious signs, ten years earlier, he would have kept him by his side.

"I put two stones of alum into each of the two wells in Shashi Village. I don't know whether alum can make elixirs for longevity, but I only know that it can purify water."

White alum is bright alum. Ying Chengjiao first saw it in the elixir made by an alchemist and spent five hundred gold to buy the refining method.

Ying Zheng suddenly realized that it was so simple.

No one can live without water. Good water means good things for people who drink it.

"I heard from my father that when you were a child, your grandfather asked the alchemist to make an elixir of immortality. How come it's been twenty years, and you haven't seen a single elixir of immortality?"

"They can make everything except the elixir of life."

In private, Ying Chengjiao did not call alchemists alchemists, but chemists.

The banquet is over.

The First Emperor stood at the door to see him off.

The second emperor waved his arms and said there was no need to send him back, then he stepped onto the four-horse carriage without looking back.

The tranquility of summer nights is quite rare in winter, as the howling north wind never stops blowing.

"Zhang Chu, Wei, Zhao, the three neighboring kingdoms are all under your control, yet you are still too soft-hearted. You want to stop the war and use your best skill of beheading to quell the unrest, but then wouldn't I, your brother, have died in vain? I can't leave you any way out. The remnants of the six kingdoms must be wiped out this time!"

Close the door and bolt it.

The words that were said, the snow on the eaves, the howling wind, are all outside.

Daliang, Wei Palace, Hongshui Hall.

Hongshui Palace was Wei Bao's bedroom, and it was named by Wei Bao himself to remind himself not to forget the hatred of the flood that destroyed Wei.

Chen Ping walked backwards out of the Hongshui Hall and closed the door, but he could not block out the red candlelight inside.

It could not even stop the men's wanton laughter and the women's desperate screams, which spread further than the flames.

Chen Ping had a smile on his face and was in a good mood. This was the nineteenth beauty he had sent in, and the time for him to escape from Daliang was not far away.

Fourteen days ago, Chen Ping and Wei Bao were riding in a carriage through a busy city when they saw a beautiful woman standing by the roadside waiting for them.

Chen Ping persuaded Wei Bao to follow the example of Duke Huan of Qi, who had caught a woman in the street and put her into his carriage, performing the ritual of Duke Zhou, so that people in the world would know that the King of Wei was strong and a wise ruler.

Wei Bao looked in the direction of Chen Ping's finger, his eyes suddenly brightened. This beautiful woman with delicate makeup was his favorite look, so he didn't say the words of rejection.

His prime minister jumped out of the carriage, and soon there were screams and noise outside.

Wei Bao was just about to lift the curtain to see what was going on when the beautiful woman rushed in, naked and looking panicked.

Wei Bao immediately understood the source of the voice and realized that the prime minister had misunderstood.

He wanted to strip the woman himself in the carriage, instead of asking someone else to do it in public. How would the people of Daliang view him, Wei Bao?

Just as he was thinking about it, the woman who was completely attracted to Wei Bao's sexual taste panicked and bumped into him with the ball.

The sobbing and complaining sounds, which seemed to be of pain and embarrassment, drove Wei Bao completely crazy.

From that day on, Chen Ping began to offer beauties, from those aged 38 to those aged 8, and helped Wei Bao understand the beauty of women at different ages.

"The weather is dry, leaving the body here will cause plague, burn it with fire."

Chen Ping said with a gloomy face to the armored guards standing outside the Hongshui Palace.

Two days ago, another beautiful woman's body was found in Hongshui Palace.

The guard followed Chen Ping's order and led people to the beautiful woman's home at night, killed her, ransacked her house and destroyed the body. The job was done in an hour. This was the ninth time the guard had led a team to do this and he was already familiar with it.

Unexpectedly, someone was pretending to be dead among the corpses. Tianming ran back to Daliang from the place where the corpses were dumped in the woods outside the city, causing an uproar in the wild.

The guards were sweating profusely. The scholar-chancellor in front of them was ten thousand times more terrifying than the King of Wei!

The King of Wei killed a woman, and the Prime Minister killed the whole family.

If he doesn't do well again, he will be the next to die.

"only!"

Chen Ping left the Wei Palace, took a carriage, and entered the Prime Minister's Residence. When he got off the carriage and returned to his room, he glanced at the middle of the door crack and saw a strand of hair, the same length as his own.

Ever since the King of Wei gave him the job of kitchen, he would leave a strand of hair on the door every day when he went out. The last time his hair was missing was four days ago.

He pushed the door open naturally.

The candlelight lit up, revealing the upturned corners of his mouth.

My hair went from disappearing every day at the beginning to disappearing every four days now.

This means that the King of Wei, who was obsessed with sex and drunken, became increasingly lax in his supervision of him.

He slept with his clothes on, not thinking of the possibility that an assassin had sneaked into his mansion and entered his room. That was impossible.

In order to show his eagerness to recruit talented people, King Bao of Wei spent a huge sum of money to buy horse bones, and the protection he provided him was equivalent to his own.

If an assassin can sneak into the Prime Minister's residence and reach his room, he can also sneak into the Prince of Wei's palace and sneak into the Hongshui Palace.

Chen Ping did a lot of things, but most of them were not made public, and he was only somewhat famous in the Wei court.

If there really was such a powerful assassin, he would have killed the King of Wei. Why would he kill a nobody like him?

Xianyang is running out of food, and Guanzhong is running out of food.

This was not news from the Zhisu Neishi Mansion, but a fact confirmed by the Qin nobles.

The second emperor sold honeycomb coal to the people for five cents, but left them to freeze in the Xianyang Palace. They were cold physically and even colder in their hearts.

When it's cold, people want to drink some wine to warm themselves up. Wine needs grain to be brewed. The nobles stockpiled a lot of grain for brewing wine. They would pay a high price just to have a sip.

Food prices usually rise in winter, but this time the increase was particularly large, tripling.

The nobles drank fine wine and waited to see the show of the tyrant.

Man cannot live without food.

The emperor was powerless to save the country and the soldiers could not even get their food and wages paid.

At that time, they will welcome back the benevolent prince and fill the national treasury with the grain that has not yet been used to make fine wine.

Farm and fight, farm and fight.

Arable land is food.

They made great contributions and saved the Qin State, and each of them was promoted to at least the third rank.

After the harsh winter and the arrival of spring, he would send his sons into the army to quell rebellions and reap a lot of military merit.

The remnants of the six kingdoms are no match for the Qin Dynasty. If the Qin Dynasty could destroy the six kingdoms once, it can destroy them a second time!

After everything is settled, they will explain the pros and cons in the court, pointing out that the rebellion of the six countries was due to the parallel system of counties and kingdoms, and that the ancestral laws had changed, which led to this disaster for the Qin Dynasty.

They don't need to say much. The prince, who has always been a supporter of the feudal system, will abolish the parallel system of counties and kingdoms and restart the feudal system.

The Zhou Dynasty had an area of only one million square kilometers, but it divided the country into eight hundred vassal states.

Our Great Qin has an area of more than 3 million square kilometers, and has expanded three times. According to the old rules, we should enfeoff 2,500 princes.

"The nobles in Guanzhong are all princes. It's really wishful thinking."

Fu Zikang, the Internal Secretary of Grain Administration, sat in front of Ying Chengjiao. There was no trace of sadness on his face. He picked up the teacup, drank the bitter tea, chewed the tea leaves, and said with a mocking tone.

Guanzhong was the granary of the Qin Dynasty after the Zhengguo Canal was dredged, but the Qin Dynasty had more than one granary.

As early as the time of King Huiwen of Qin, Sima Cuo conquered the states of Ba and Shu, and the Ba and Shu regions became the granaries of Qin.

After swallowing the tea leaves, Fu Zikang's face looked bitter. He still liked to drink the turbid and salty tea.

"How does your majesty plan to deal with these people?"

“Turning a blind eye.”

"Will this not be punished?"

Ying Chengjiao chuckled.

"Just settle your account, why do you want to participate in politics? If the grain transported from Ba and Shu is one stone short, I will hold you accountable and drown you in Xianyang Prison!"

Fu Zikang let out a long sigh, poured himself a cup of the tea that he had just thought he would never drink again, and drank it all in one gulp as if it were fine wine.

Even though tea is bitter, it is not as bitter as my life.

"Why is your majesty so harsh on the loyal Zikang, and let those parasites who are plotting against the country go their own way?"

Ying Chengjiao was not happy.

"I am pleased. You talk a lot today."

Food does not disappear out of thin air, it just moves from one place to another.

Those nobles can buy grain at a high price if they are willing to do so. When grain comes in from Ba and Shu and the price drops, the grain will then return to their hands.

How could such a minister who was so eager to give him money and was so loyal to his nephew be a termite? He was clearly a loyal minister who could not be more loyal.

"Your Majesty, you don't want to be the emperor, do you?"

Fu Zikang did not call you His Majesty.

"You can see all this? I have made some progress in the past few years since I entered the court."

Ying Chengjiao smiled and teased, but did not punish Fu Zikang for his disrespect.

"Your Majesty, please drown me in Xianyang Prison."

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't want to transport grain from Ba and Shu."

"Do you think I am counting on you? The grain from Ba and Shu will arrive soon."

"Your Majesty, you are so deliberate, are you trying to pave the way for the Crown Prince? What if the Crown Prince dies?"

“…”

December 26th, the first year of the Second Emperor.

The Crown Prince of Qin, Ying Fusu, mourned the late king day and night and became ill due to worry. He died in Shangjun.