The August wind, mixed with gusts of heat, is coming. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info was just a moment, and Fusu, who had just stepped out of the tent, was wet with sweat.

Lishan, which is only a few dozen miles away from Xianyang, is now under construction. And the people who work here are not imaginary servants, but are in the transition period.

These pawns are not the backbone of the empire, but as long as they reach the change period, they will still need to join the army and participate in military service for several years.

"Master Gongyi, how long will it take for the Emperor's Mausoleum to be completed?" Looking at the shirtless and hot pawn, Fusu asked coldly.

"Hehe, Your Highness, don't worry, it won't be two months." Gong Defeating Qiu held a paper map in his hand and said with a low smile.

"When the imperial tomb is completed, even if it is an army of hundreds of thousands, there will be no ...... return"

"Master of Public Loss! Be careful! ”

Fusu glanced at the public enemy, and the warning in his eyes was overflowing.

"Whoa." Gong Defeating slightly curled up his thin body and lowered his head.

After pausing for a moment, Fusu turned around and walked towards the carriage not far away.

"I still need to go back to the palace, and I'll leave it to the master here."

"Your Highness is relieved ......"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak"

The sound of the carriage was mixed with the summer heat, which made it even more difficult for Fusu to calm down.

The major renovation of the imperial tomb began as early as the day the empire was founded. At first, Fusu didn't care, after all, according to the custom, after each Qin king ascended the throne, he would start to build his own mausoleum.

And Ying Zheng unified the six countries, and it was nothing to expand the mausoleum.

However, in the past two years, since Fusu served as the overseer of the imperial tomb. The emperor's mausoleum that gradually took shape made him feel that what he was in front of him was not like a mausoleum, but like an underground fortress.

"What is Father worried about?" This problem has really plagued Fusu for two years. Moreover, such thoughts are getting stronger and stronger.

"Your Highness, it's already ......" Outside the car, the voice of the servant sounded, and Fusu realized that he had arrived at Xianyang Palace.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince......"

As soon as Fusu got out of the carriage, Zhao Gao was already standing aside with a smile on his face, waiting for him respectfully.

Fusu frowned slightly, although Zhao Gao looked respectful, but in Fusu's heart, there was always a faint sense of rejection.

In the past few years, Zhao Gao seems to be intoxicated with goods, and has operated a lot of industries in Xianyang City and even in other counties. However, this is understandable, there are no longer a few such people in the empire.

"Hmm." Fusu nodded and walked towards Yingzheng's palace.

In the empty hall, there is a hint of coolness.

"Father!"

Fusu's voice echoed in the hall, and after a while, Ying Zheng put down the brush in his hand and looked at Fusu.

"How's the Imperial Tomb done?" Ying Zheng's voice was not loud, but in this empty palace, it was a little loud.

"It will take two months before the door can be closed." Fusu replied respectfully.

"Two months?" Ying Zheng muttered softly, "It seems that there is plenty of time......

The war of Baiyue, after having Wang Jian in charge, was unexpectedly easy, and almost three months ago, the last Yue clan was wiped out.

After pacifying Baiyue, Jiuding, which was in the sea of political knowledge, became more and more abundant. The original cyan Jiuding even began to turn into dark blue.

On the contrary, the golden sun in the sky above the sea of knowledge has many more cracks, and the light has begun to become less than before. Vaguely, there is a tendency to be pressed down by the surrounding stars.

After a long time, Ying Zheng suddenly stared at Fusu, and said meaningfully: "Fusu, for the sake of the empire, how much can you give up?" ”

Fusu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said: "How much can my father do, even if Fusu can't do it, he will definitely finish it desperately!" ”

"Good!" Ying Zheng showed a look of satisfaction, but then his voice changed, and he said with a hint of a low voice: "If one day you are asked to kill your wife and brother, will you do it?" ”

"Erchen ......" Fusu showed a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

As the eldest son of Yingzheng, Fusu has been an elder brother since he was a child, and he has cared for his younger brothers.

Coupled with Yingzheng's previous orders, all the sons live in the sect all the year round, and they have extremely frequent contact, and their feelings are also excellent.

However, as he grew older, especially his younger brothers, and the authority in his hands became heavier, the differences caused by this have alienated the brothers who were originally close.

Even, many of them, relying on the power of their mothers, began to continue to use the affairs of Changping Jun to arrange the status of the prince of Fusu.

The last window paper between the brothers, just a moment, will be pierced.

"Your slightest hesitation could destroy the entire empire!" Ying Zheng stared at Fusu and said softly.

"Erchen understands!" Fusu's head lowered a few points.

"Now that you've decided, don't regret it!"

"Whoa!"

The dialogue between Yingzheng and Fusu is not too long, and between the two, as in the past, it seems that it is just an ordinary debriefing of Fusu.

As soon as August passes, it is the autumn festival in September, and this festival is still Fusu, who serves as the master of ceremonies. And this is the fourth time that Fusu has held this position.

During the Warring States Period, the Qin State set the harvest month in October as the first month of the year. The Autumn Festival is a ceremony to pray for the harvest in October.

Although after the establishment of the empire, Yingzheng changed the New Year's unification to January every year, but the autumn festival has not been canceled.

Even, this gradually became a symbol of identity and status.

Just when the people of Xianyang gathered on the bank of the Weishui River, looking at the grand occasion of the festival from afar. No one expected that the assassination case of more than 20 years ago would happen again at the festival.

It's not too much at the moment, but it's a first-class master. Hidden under the altar, just waiting for the time of Yingzheng to sacrifice to the heavens.

However, these assassins still underestimated the power around Yingzheng after all. Before Ying Zheng could even make a move, the Shadow Secret Guard had already subdued several people.

The annoyed and angry assassin, seeing that the assassination of Ying Zheng could not be accomplished, actually began to attack the sons at the front and the important ministers of Ying Zheng under the altar.

Caught off guard, Gongzi Shu and Gongzi Lu died. Gongzi Hu Hai was seriously injured, and almost everyone else was injured. Even, as a national lieutenant, Wei Yu was injured by a sword.

The assassination once again angered the masters of the empire. Ying Zheng even closed Xianyang for three days for this reason, and killed those assassins hidden in Xianyang City one by one.