"In fact, putting aside our respective identities, your ideals, your ideas, and your ambitions can be better displayed in the Qin State, so why not push the boat with the current?" Jin Yao looked at Han Fei.

"But we live in this world, and this identity is something we can't abandon, right?" Han Fei asked rhetorically.

"Since birth, we have been labeled with different labels, your label is the son of Qin, and my label is the son of Korea, these are all things that we can't abandon.

You have reached out for your clothes since you were a child, you have opened your mouth for food, and you have a mansion and beautiful rolls, these are all brought by your identity, and in return, you naturally have to work hard for the Qin State.

I'm the same, as a Korean son, even if the country is hopeless, I can only learn from the moth, and pounce on the flame that I know is impossible to go, until it turns to ashes.

You are a member of the Mo family, and you want to give life to the people of this world, and as a Legalist, what I want to do is to establish a backbone for this world.

If you know that you can't do anything but don't do it, then in the future, even if the world is unified, is it really impossible for there to be any more foreign enemies?

At that time, everyone will be like you say.

Behold, I am following the example of the sages, and I have to bow my head for the sake of the people of the world.

Is that kind of Central Plains, that kind of China what you want to see? ”

Han Fei looked at Jin Yao quietly, his expression was sad, but his body stood straight.

Looking at Han Fei, Jin Yao was silent.

This is a person who has gone out of his own way, and it is not something that others can sway with words.

Han Fei is right, everyone has their own identity and destiny, but because their positions are different, they have gone to the opposite side.

But such a person is worthy of respect.

"I can't convince you, I can't stop you, and I'm going to return to Dragon City soon, is there anything I can do during this time?" Jin Yao looked at Han Fei and solemnly bowed.

Han Fei looked at Jin Yao and shook his head with a smile, "We don't know each other, if your teacher is here, then I can still ask for it shamelessly, you can forget it!" ”

"Childe, the king has summoned you!"

Jin Yao wanted to say something, but the armor soldier next to him whispered in his ear.

"Then take care!" Jin Yao sighed, saluted again, and then followed the armor to leave the East City and walk in the direction of the palace.

"Actually, we're all the same, can't we help ourselves, aren't we?" Han Fei looked at Jin Yuan's back and sighed in a low voice.

In the palace, Jin Yao finally saw Fusu, who was not yet 100 days old.

At this time, Fusu was held by the nurse in the palace and knelt on the side of the main hall.

"It's just right that Brother Wang is here!" After Ying Zheng saw the news from the guards, he hurriedly put down the scroll in his hand, and then walked quickly to the door of the palace to greet him.

"Brother Wang doesn't have many guards around him!" Jin Yao frowned and looked around the hall, Gai Nie didn't know where he went, and he didn't stay by Yingzheng's side.

"It's okay, Brother Wang is not a scholar who is powerless!" Ying Zheng said with a smile, "Brother Wang ordered Master Nianduan to be escorted by someone to say that proper cultivation of martial arts can enhance the strength of the heart, so I also followed Mr. Gai Nie to practice some vertical and horizontal heart methods. ”

Jin Yao nodded, this is what he can perceive, although Yingzheng's cultivation is not high, there should be no problem with self-preservation.

As long as he wasn't directly descended into the palace by the Eastern Emperor Taiyi like he had done before, basically no one could kill Yingzheng in the Xianyang Palace.

"But Brother Wang still has to be careful, the pace of the unification of Great Qin has begun, and those people and dogs can't jump off the wall in a hurry." Jin Yao reminded.

Without Jing Ke, there may not be anyone else.

"Brother Wang has a heart, in fact, no one has come to assassinate me over the years, but I was killed by a soldier before I even reached the main hall!" Ying Zheng smiled.

Jin Yao nodded, in fact, Chu Guo also used this kind of indiscriminate means to assassinate himself, but he didn't succeed.

"I don't know what Brother Wang summoned this time?" Jin Yao followed Ying Zheng to the main hall and sat down, only then did he look at Ying Zheng curiously.

"Can't you see my brother if you're fine?" Ying Zheng smiled with relief.

"Absolutely!" Jin Yao also looked at each other and smiled.

"Actually, it's okay to ask my brother to come this time!" Ying Zheng spoke again.

"Brother Wang, please speak!" Jin Yao sat up straight.

"This is the letter of Zong Zhengling and the Jiuqing!" Ying Zheng pushed a piece of music in front of Jin Yao.

Jin Yao hesitated for a moment, this kind of performance as a foreign minister, in fact, he shouldn't have seen it, but Ying Zheng sent it to him, and he was also very curious about what made Ying Zheng so helpless.

So, Jin Yao picked up the top piece of the song and read it carefully, fortunately, because the paper of the Mo family was given priority to the courts of various countries, so the court notes were no longer heavy and thick bamboo slips.

Just unfold the notes and you can see them all at a glance.

These requests are very simple, first of all, Zong Zheng ordered Yingzheng to give the name to the eldest son, and secondly, after the establishment of the queen, it was determined that the eldest son was the eldest son of the eldest son and the first heir of Great Qin.

These seem to be family affairs, but they are also major events of the Qin State, only when the king has a queen, the country can be orderly, therefore, the matter of establishing an heir is not only a family affair of the King of Qin, but also a major event of the Qin State.

"The eldest son hasn't been named yet?" Jin Yao looked at Ying Zheng in some surprise, he thought that Ying Zheng had already named Fusu.

"Not yet!" Ying Zheng shook his head, "Aren't you waiting for your brother to come back?" ”

Jin Yao was stunned, Yingzheng didn't name Fusu, he actually wanted to wait for himself to come back!

"It's not that I didn't take it, but I just don't know which one to choose!" Ying Zheng handed the list of candidates that had been prepared long ago in front of Jin Yao.

Jin Yao took a closer look, and the word Fusu was at the forefront, and then there were many other names, but all of them were selected from the Book of Songs.

"There is Fusu in the mountains, and there is Hehua in the Xi!" Jin Yao naturally has also read the Book of Poetry, and the origin of the word Fusu can also be thought of.

"My brother also thinks the name Fusu is good?" Without waiting for Jin Yao to continue, Ying Zheng spoke directly, obviously having already recognized the name of Fusu, but deliberately waited for Jin Yao to open his mouth before saying it.

"Daqin is like this mountain, and we and the ancestors of the past dynasties are the stones of this mountain, but when Daqin dominates the world, this mountain does not need to be higher, so there needs to be Fusu, for Daqin to last forever, Gu Zhen thinks, should be Fusu!" Ying Zheng stretched out his hand and motioned for the nurse to bring Fusu over.

Jin Yao nodded, watched Ying Zheng walk to the highest point of Xianyang with Fusu in his arms, raised Fusu's hands above his head, and faced the sun, as if to show the world that this is the future of Daqin!

"Ten thousand years of Great Qin, ten thousand years of kings, ten thousand years of sons!"

Watching Yingzheng hold Fusu, step by step to the head of the palace, and lift Fusu over the air, the guards around him also knelt down on one knee.

"Wow~" may be because of being dazzled by the sun, or it may be because of being lifted high into the air.

The young baby Fusu also cried out at the right time, and a terrible cry spread throughout the Xianyang Palace.

"The king showed to the sky, the son of Fusu, the sky is dense, and the sound is like a dragon's roar!"

The historian and the living note glanced at each other tacitly at this time, and made a note of the day.