Everything was so sudden, so swift that it was like a remnant wind.

A warm eruption erupted, some dripping onto his fingers, some spilling onto the ground in front of him.

The wind is very strong, the clouds are flying, the sky is extremely blue, so beautiful...

I wanted to look at it again, but I didn't have the strength anymore, and my eyes seemed to be sewn up, and I couldn't open them again.

He, the eldest son of the First Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty and the world-recognized heir to the empire, Gongzi Fusu, fell like this!

Fell in the shadow of the scorching sun, on the land of the upper county, and fell under the edict of silk.

"Childe..."It's too late.

Meng Tian knelt in the pool of blood of Gongzi Fusu, who was supposed to become the Ming Jun of the Great Qin generation, but now became a gradually cold corpse.

There was an uproar in the courtyard, followed by a sad roar.

The sound gradually spread, like across a mountain, and like hearing the shouts of people on the shore in the water, hazy and indistinct.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it seems like a hundred years have passed in a thought.

There was a faint sound of mourning, and he felt dizzy when he heard it. When I opened my eyes, I saw many people dressed in plain clothes, kneeling in front of the coffin. The faces of those men were sad, and everyone looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who they were.

He glanced at the person in the coffin, his face was like jade, his eyebrows were like distant peaks, and he was pale and motionless.

fluttering to the street, the people on the street are also wearing plain clothes, all of them look indifferent. He felt that he was very light, he wanted to go to a place, but he couldn't remember where that place was, so he could only wander aimlessly.

Heaven and earth are white, there is no concept of time, I don't know how long it has been, I have come to a palace.

The majestic and magnificent Xianyang Palace.

As if he was being dragged by something, he involuntarily floated in. All the people in the palace were dressed in plain clothes, and many knelt quietly in the palace. Everything looked so intimate, as if someone was talking from behind the main hall. Following the direction of the sound, he wandered faintly, and no one saw him. In the inner room behind a large screen on the side of the main hall, the door is closed, and one person sits on a couch chair and one kneels under it.

"Congratulations to Your Highness, Gongzi has helped Su to cut himself!" The kneeling man's voice was neither high nor low, neither thick nor thin, and only a hint of joy could be heard in his tone.

"Dead?!! really, dead...", the man on the couch looked up, stared ahead with confused eyes, and muttered as if he were questioning and muttering to himself.

He looked at the immature and familiar face of the young man sitting on the couch chair, and seemed to remember something.

"In this way, when His Majesty's immortal body enters the mausoleum, the ministers will immediately support His Royal Highness as the new monarch. Country, you can't go without a king for a day!" The kneeling man stood up and quietly walked to the couch chair, bowed down and whispered to the young man who was sitting upright.

"Eldest brother... He, he really died like this?!! "The young man hesitated and said, "Zhao, Zhao Gao, this, this world, this world is mine?!"

"Naturally, it is yours of Your Highness, Your Highness can rest assured. With the support of ministers and Prime Minister Li Si, and with His Majesty's edict of His Royal Highness as a basis, no one can shake His Royal Highness's throne. The person named Zhao Gao is respectful and humble, but the tone of his voice is more like a person who controls the overall situation.

And the young highness didn't pay attention to such a subtle detail at all, his clenched fist trembled slightly, it was nervous and more excitement that couldn't be concealed!

He can finally become the monarch of the Great Qin Dynasty! Who said that the world must be inherited by someone like the eldest brother Fusu, who said that he can't. Now he holds the power of life and death in the world, and he is God.

But is that really the case? Can he really sit on that throne? Can he become the king of Great Qin?...... Is the eldest brother really dead?

"Zhao Gao, he ...... Why did he die so easily?"

Since I was a child, my father only had that brother in his eyes, the brother that everyone loved. Able to be civil, able to fight, and able to govern. How could such a clever man commit suicide so easily by following an edict?

"Your Royal Highness, Gongzi Fusu is upright and strong, he doesn't know how to be tactful, and he doesn't understand the sophistication of this court. Or even if he understood, he didn't want to get involved in these worldly things. Fusu pretended to be born like a jade, and he was unwilling to bend to meet him, so he asked His Majesty to order him to go to Shangjun to guard the pass. He thinks that His Majesty is tired of him, and he should know that if he does not comply, His Majesty can also kill him. So he thought he had no chance of survival. Zhao Gao calmly said the reason.

And Zhao Gao knew in his heart that this was a big gamble! Gambling on the benevolence and weakness of Su as he expected, betting that Prime Minister Li Si could cooperate with his conspiracy, and gambling that Meng Tian would not dare to really rebel. And the most crucial part of this is to block the news that the First Emperor has passed away!

"How could Fusu have thought that His Majesty suddenly fell ill and died. The real edict will never be seen by him. ”

As long as Fusu and Meng Tian didn't know the news, he expected that he would have no last resort. In this big gamble, he has always been invincible.

Zhao Gao did not hide his conspiracy and treachery in the slightest. The reason is that Hu Hai, the youngest son of the first emperor, can be said to have been brought up by him, and he knows best how stupid, selfish and incompetent this young man is.

What is it?!? He, the kingmaker, is the real biggest beneficiary in this power struggle.

Under one person, above 10,000 people? This young man, the future king, is just a pawn and a puppet in his hand. He, Zhao Gao, is the real king, and the entire Great Qin River will be trampled under his feet.

What will happen to the eunuchs? Those who look down on me, as long as I hook my fingers, you will all have to die! All of them, all of them, go to death! Just like that fool Fusu.

"But, will there be, will anyone question what to do then?" the young man held his forehead, and the crown of grass on his head almost fell.

In the face of his father, who had just died, he was relieved rather than sad. As the youngest son of the first emperor, he was born when the Qin State was at its peak, and in the eyes of outsiders, he never suffered anything from his brocade clothes. But who knows what he fears.

Everyone said that Fusu was good, but they had to compare him. This is true of the world, and so it is with the father. Now, my father and Fusu are dead, and this huge Xianyang Palace is about to fall into my hands. The exhilarating feeling of exhalation was fleeting, and he knew very well that he was not the material of the king of a country. Therefore, his mood at this time was very complicated.

The ghost floated in mid-air listening to their conversation, and little by little the memories flooded into their minds like an hourglass.

Xianyang Palace, his city, his home.

He wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound, tried to grab the two people in front of him but found that he couldn't do anything but float like dust. Weightless, aimlessly floating.

It turned out that he was dead. And his death was not as loyal and filial as he thought.

His death was nothing but a conspiracy. A conspiracy of power struggles. He did not fall on the battlefield at the border pass, did not fall in the winter night of the grassland, but fell into the palace conspiracy, and fell under the calculation of Zhao Gao, a villain.

And what about the father he has always loved. Yes, his father. What about the father he died for?!

Thinking of this, his phantom body floated to the front of the hall on its own, and there was no sound in the huge Xianyang Palace except for the breathing of a person kneeling.

Quiescence.

When he saw his father's body lying in the black coffin, tears slipped down silently, dripping into the air and shattering into many tiny wisps of light that could not be detected by the naked eye.

Why? I thought you wanted me to die. Why? I'm so stupid. Why? Why did you die like this? My father, didn't you pursue the elixir of immortality? Didn't you practice all kinds of elixirs to maintain your youthful appearance? Father, why did you die so easily?!!

And I, I... I died more easily. Huge anger and unwillingness, as well as humiliation and self-blame. The floating soul hung in mid-air and trembled, like a blur of light and shadow.

Li Si was his teacher, teaching him poetry, writing etiquette, and governing the world and the country since he was a child. And it was just such an elder whom he respected conspired with others to kill him.

Zhao Gao. This villain who is not good at drilling, he once advised his father to stay away, but in the end he was defeated by such a person. What a humiliation!

And Hu Hai, his youngest brother, a young man who is pampered by everyone in the palm of his hand, is usually just a little greedy, why, why is he involved in such a conspiracy?

"It's not stupid for Fusu to die like this, after you inherit the unification, the villain will plan it for you. ”

"What does the decree mean?"

The conversation in the inner sanctum came again, cold to the bone.

"In addition to Fusu Gongzi, Your Highness, you have more than ten brothers and more than ten sisters!" Zhao Gao, who had already stood up, pulled half of his shoulders and flatteringly sat next to Hu Hai. His lips turned to the side and he squinted and said, "Your Highness, the former emperor has reprimanded the benevolence of the wife of Prince Fusu many times, Your Highness, you can't make such a mistake!"

"Then, is it true? They are all sons sent to the fiefdom, and the princesses are either married or young, this ......" Hu Hai stared at the confused eyes.

"Your Highness, what if the princes rebel in their respective fiefdoms? The princesses are not ordinary people, what if they have the heart to help which prince rebel?" Zhao Gao's face smiled, but it was so cold and terrifying.

"Your Highness, think about it, have these princes and princesses ever supported you on weekdays? If these people knew about Fusu's death, it would be difficult to say that they would have a hard time with you. Don't talk about others, just look at the little princess who lives in Gongzi's mansion, although she is young, she is a brother and sister of the same mother as Fusu, and the eldest princess who married to southern Yunnan, An Ning..."

"Your Highness, instead of worrying that these people will fight back one day, it's better to... It's all over, and Your Highness can sit on the throne with peace of mind!"

Hearing the words of Zhao Gao and the young brother in the middle of the room, Fusu, the ghost floating in the hall, trembled involuntarily. He hurriedly drifted to the outside of the hall, and among the people who knelt down on the long ladder platform, there was no Gongzi Gao, Jiang Lu, Shu Qing, and Tamase several princesses who were married outside were not listed.

What about the dawn? A very bad premonition. He wandered throughout the Xianyang Palace and couldn't find a face he wanted to see.

No, he couldn't let something like this happen. No... However, with the strong vibration of his soul, he felt an extreme chill that he could not resist. It was even more bitterly cold than a winter night on the prairie.

He watched as his floating phantom body was dissipating one by one, and he knew that there was nothing he could do. He was long dead, dead completely.

Is this the end of me?

Desperately glanced at Xianyang Palace for the last time, and the void shadow soul gradually dissipated above the palace. Just like all the unjust souls in the world, with humiliation and unwillingness, with pathos and reluctance, they turned into smoke and dust.

And in this world, the most important thing is the soul!