Ji: 210 B.C. Shangjun of the Qin State

Wind, very windy.

From the distant frontier, wrapped in the yellow sands of the northwestern wasteland, through the night, over the high walls, and contemptuously past all the living creatures in the sun.

In the upper county, the sergeants lined up neatly in front of the barracks. They did not want to march out, but they were more solemn than receiving the battle report. It was their duty to go into battle to kill the enemy, and it was a supreme honor to spill blood. Death is feared by everyone, and what is more frightening than death is despair.

When the eunuch with the edict of the First Emperor in his hand stepped into the schoolyard, the warriors' natural instinct for danger gave them a very bad premonition.

In the silent hall, there was a group of soldiers in armor kneeling, their heads bowed, and the arrogance and courage of General Qin were gone at this time.

The young man kneeling at the front of this group of soldiers raised his head and slowly straightened up, his eyes opened silently, and a pair of bright eyes were hollow.

He stood up with a blank face and held out his hands.

The eunuch holding the edict in the innermost part of the hall shook his hands involuntarily the moment he came into contact with that gaze, and his lips twitched and his eyes flickered away.

The relentless wind, at this moment, burst into the hall at the right time, lifted the hanging head, and rushed towards his long body.

It's a lot of wind. Like the roar of war horses on the grassland, like the screams of Hun soldiers who fell on the battlefield of Shangjun.

It's a lot of wind. Like the cries of the monks and beings who were pushed into the huge pit and filled in the bury, like the mournful cry of the laborers who carried the boulders to build the Great Wall.

It's a strong wind, like the last breath of the living.

His breath.

Receiving the edict from the sand dunes from the eunuch's hand, he looked at the cinnabar red sigil and confirmed that everything was really happening, and his mind went blank. He didn't know what to think or what he could think at this point.

Turning around, he walked quietly through the hall.

"Childe, Childe..." The soldiers kneeling in the hall got up one after another and followed him to the outside of the hall.

There is Fusu in the mountains, and there is Hehua in Xi. I don't see the son, but I see madness. There are pine trees in the mountains, and there are swimming dragons in the mountains. I don't see Zichong, but I see a cunning child. He remembered the ballad his mother used to sing. He once thought that his father loved him, and that he was his father's first son. Fusu, this great Qin world and my hegemony will one day be entrusted to you...

He remembered that when he was a teenager, his father practiced swords with him, teaching him how to govern the country, what is the way of a king, what is the art of an emperor, remembering his father's approving eyes when he was the first time he made a gift, and his father's proud smile when he first discussed the military; he remembered that his father ordered him to patrol the world in the name of his son, and when Songhai's father fell ill, he would rest assured that he would be acting for him...

Once his father had high hopes for him... Yes, ever.

He didn't know when his father's eyes had changed when he looked at him, and he was no longer gentle or proud. Did it start when he dissuaded his father from killing all the living beings after Hou Sheng Lu Sheng fled? Maybe his father was not wrong, he was too benevolent to inherit his father's hegemony. The love and filial piety between father and son can't match the identity of a monarch and a minister after all!

Even though he knew that standing on the opposite side of his father would only be left out in the cold, he still wrote again to advise the laborers who built the Great Wall. Whether it was persistence or kindness, he knew clearly in his heart that even if he angered his father and was sent to Shangjun, abandoned, and exiled, his father would not want his life after all.

But at the moment, he knew he was wrong. Miss by a mile.

The edict clearly and clearly reads [unfilial piety, excessive consumption of soldiers, no size of merit, outspoken slander]...

Father, it turns out that this is how you think of Fusu in your heart!

Does it matter? It doesn't matter.

He glanced at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, not a trace of warmth, but extremely quiet and cold.

He stretched out his hand and stretched out his hand towards the sun, his fingers naturally curling in the air, and the sunlight seemed to penetrate his fingers, and he smiled.

He laughed and burst into tears.

"Meng Tian, brother, Fusu mistook you in this life, and in the next life...", he said to the great man who had been following him closely, and walked to the middle of the school field without looking back.

The man's eyes widened angrily, and he gritted his teeth angrily and chased after him, and the crowd in front of the hall hurriedly followed, and the eunuch messenger who passed the edict staggered.

"Childe, everything is undecided, why did Your Majesty issue this edict, Childe should go back to the dynasty and ask clearly..."The great man who spoke was the fierce general of the Great Qin Dynasty - Meng Tian.

In the face of the sudden change, even the most heroic general of Great Qin was extremely stunned, and at the same time had doubts.

If it is said that in addition to His Majesty the First Emperor, Meng Tian only recognizes Gongzi Fusu as the master in his heart.

At the beginning, Fusu was transferred to the Shangjun Supervisor, which was obviously meant to be exiled, but Meng Tian, as a famous general of the country, knew very well that this must be the first emperor's means to sharpen his son. In the future, Daqin will still be Fusu. Whether it is for the future or in terms of personal feelings, Meng Tian has always been Fusu's best friend, and even in private, Fusu has always called him his brother.

He did not believe that His Majesty would issue such an edict and let the son who was most suitable to inherit the throne be self-judged.

A silk edict ordered Gongzi Fusu to judge himself, and at the same time ordered Meng Tian to commit suicide.

What a humiliating crime this is? How can he, the first general of Great Qin, his younger brother Meng Yi, and even the entire Meng family be said to have no disobedience to Great Qin and the First Emperor, so why did he face such a catastrophe.

"Childe, the little one is also ordered to pass on the edict. Your Majesty has something to say, and the son should quickly cut himself. Your Majesty has never joked, and the son should know better than the little one. The eunuch swept his eyes over Meng Tian's body, and finally landed on Gongzi Fusu's extremely long figure stretched by the sun, and said cautiously.

He didn't even dare to take a second look, even if it was just Childe's back.

Fusu stood in the middle of the school field, and the surrounding sergeants lined up in line on both sides.

The eunuch was terrified, he knew that at any moment he might be killed by the angry soldiers, or torn apart by the terrible General Mengda, and he could even hear the strange sound of the soldiers holding their halberds hard.

"Father..."Fusu closed his eyes and lowered his head, and called softly, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly.

He loved his country, his home. His father, his mother. He was warlike but not warlike, wise and suspicious, but, unlike his father. Maybe that's what he hated, his father.

Father is undoubtedly great!

The world fell apart for hundreds of years, and my father only spent a short period of more than 20 years to conquer the six countries and regain unification, and unification means maximum conquest. And only by brutal means can the scattered people of the original kingdom be truly unified! The severity of the law, the bitterness of labor, all these things are aimed at holding the world in the hands of the mighty.

He knew all of this, but he couldn't have done it like his father...

He can't be a hegemon like his father. But in fact, in his heart, his father was not only a great and ruthless overlord, but also the father who taught him to practice swords! It's a pity that his father no longer loves him. Even from the initial rejection and expulsion, to the later ignorance, to the current hatred! so hated that he didn't want him to live in this world, and hated so much that he never wanted to see him again.

Oh well, Father!

"Meng Tian, the king wants his ministers to die, and the father wants his son to die. If you want me to resist, that's my fate. ”

"Childe, go to the sand dunes or go back to Xianyang Palace, meet Your Majesty and ask what is going on, even if you die, Meng Tian will follow Childe. It's just that you die like this without reason, how can you be willing?!"

Fu Su opened his eyes, sighed shallowly, and then looked at Meng Tian and said softly, "If you go to the sand dunes after receiving this edict, how can there be two good methods?"

Meng Tian looked at Fusu's desperate expression, and his heart was shocked.

If you want to get a willing explanation, you can only go to Sand Dune or Xianyang to find out why the First Emperor made such a decision.

And at this moment, in such a situation, whether it is to go to the sand dunes or to return to Xianyang, if you bring soldiers there, it is a rebellion and a capital crime; if you do not bring soldiers, whether it is a trap plot or the determination of the first emperor, you will also be dead. It's a dead knot that can't be resolved. Unless...

Thinking of this, Meng Tian glanced at the loyal and brave sergeants around him, and quickly, he dispelled an impossible thought in his heart.

In the midst of this lightning and flint, Meng Tian was shocked to feel a flash of white light.

Not good!

Shocked in his heart, when he looked up, he saw Fusu's fallen body, and the sad and decisive smile on his face.

Blood splattered in the field, scorching brighter than the sun in the sky.