The Father dies and the Son returns, and heaven and earth are right.

Preventing his son from mourning for his father is contrary to human ethics and hatred.

The Book of Rites contains:

Zixia asked Confucius:

"How to deal with the enemy who killed his parents?"

Confucius replied:

"Sleep on a straw mat and a shield on your pillow, and be no ruler, and never live under the same heaven as your enemies.

"Whether it is in the market, the court, or other places, he does not return without a weapon, and goes up directly to kill him."

The sage of Confucius, who most respected "benevolence", gave such an explanation for the revenge of killing his parents, let alone tyrannical Qin.

Not letting the son come back to run for his father's funeral is not as good as killing his father's revenge, it is half of killing his father's revenge.

But even so, the benevolent and righteous prince Yingfusu did not raise an army to rebel, and a battle just happened on the side of the Qing monarch in the desert Xiongnu land.

An eight-hundred-mile expedited letter came from the northwest.

In the letter, the prince begged His Majesty to let him go back to Xianyang, kneel in front of the coffin of the former king, put on filial piety clothes, and personally hold the coffin of the former king into the imperial mausoleum, see the last face of the former king, and send the former king on his last journey.

The crown prince also said that he knew that His Majesty did not let him return to Xianyang because he was afraid that the prince's departure would be too much and would cost the people and money, and His Majesty loved the people like a son and could not bear it, and he promised to bring only a hundred people.

Somehow, the contents of this eight-hundred-mile urgent letter, which should have been tightly sealed, spread all over the Qin State.

The ministers were not surprised by this, after all, the new emperor did not go to the early court for a month after taking office, and the reported recital never left the Xiangbang Mansion.

I heard that in order to solve the problem of having no heirs and no successors to the Great Qin Empire, His Majesty kept singing day and night.

In order to concentrate on this and not be disturbed by trivial matters, even the jade seal of the country was sent to Jiang Shang.

Hurriedly opened the succession ceremony, and a month after sitting on the real name, I remembered to bury the first king under the reminder of the princes and ministers, and it was not allowed to return to Xianyang in the first time to avoid suspicion.

Such a Qin II, what kind of dizzy behavior he made, the ministers were not surprised.

Within a few days, he privately said that His Majesty was unfair, and the head of the Bao Bai family, who was small-minded, was sent to Xianyang Prison for no reason.

Like the previous head of the Bao Bai family, Bao Bai Lingzhi, he drowned in the drowning barrel of Xianyang Prison, and his filthy corpse was covered with scars.

The Bao Bai family, who came to rein in, covered their mouths with their hands, with tears in their eyes, did not dare to cry, and hurriedly took them away.

Within two days, sixteen children of the family with titles suddenly went to Xianyang Prison for no reason, and six of them were important ministers who were qualified to go to the early dynasty.

Sixteen Qin Chen was imprisoned for no reason, drowned in a mysterious way, and no one dared to talk in private.

In Yongcheng, Yingfusu, who was dressed in disguise, entered secretly, and under the detailed guidance of his uncle, he found Yingzheng's mansion.

When father and son saw each other, they did not embrace each other happily, they cried with joy, and the two looked as usual, as if they had only met yesterday.

"Father."

The Great Qin Prince called softly, a smile appeared on his face, and he didn't perform those cumbersome ancient rituals again.

Ying Zheng bowed slightly, he was very satisfied.

I haven't seen him for a year and a half, and the eldest son has become stronger, and the light in his eyes is no longer clear, but deep.

The most important thing is that the corrupt aura that is difficult to hide is completely invisible.

The eyebrows are full of majesty, walking and standing are thunderous, and the words are also sonorous and powerful.

"Your demeanor is better than I was back then."

Ying Fusu's fists clenched involuntarily, and his heart tried his best to suppress the surging, but the corners of his mouth turned up but he couldn't control it.

Ying Zheng snorted softly.

"Laugh if you want to, hide it, be so stingy, don't like me."

He has always taken his father as an example, and it was the first time that the prince of Daqin, who had been so highly recognized by his father, grinned and was extremely happy.

Leading the way with his hands in front of him, leading his eldest son to the entrance, Ying Zheng said casually:

"In the future, they will be called Father, they are right, since they have abdicated, how can they not leave like Zhao Yong. A generation of male masters, in the end, ended up eating raw birds and birds, starving to death in the palace, sad and lamentable. ”

Yingfu Su strode to follow.

"Father's Emperor"

Ying Zheng hung in the air with one foot and spoke from his throat.

"Huh?"

The Great Qin Prince smiled helplessly.

"Father."

"Hmm."

Ying Zheng was satisfied, settled down and continued to move forward.

"If Father is resurrected and follows King Zhao Wuling as his father, Uncle who has no intention of doing government affairs will be very happy, and it will not be unfavorable to Father."

"It's really right not to ask you to succeed to the throne, you're still too tender."

"Fusu is not right?"

"I, what I said earlier about starving to death is indeed an exaggeration, but what I said is also naïve. Since your uncle has taken this position, he will not allow me to be resurrected. As soon as I ascend to Yongcheng, your uncle will take me down with 'a thief who dares to look like a king'. ”

Ying Fusu's head shook like a rattle.

"I don't believe that my uncle will be bad for my father."

"If you mean killing me, then you won't, taking me down just so that I can't make a sound. What he has to do, no one can stop. ”

As they spoke, the two of them had already walked through the courtyard where the cold north wind was blowing lightly and came to the hall.

As soon as he entered the house, the heat wave came to his face, and if it was the energetic Ying Fusu, he was a little sleepy.

The two of them entered and sat on the left and right of the table.

Ying Zheng picked up a teapot, Ying Fusu held his father's hand, and said softly:

"Come on."

His father stood up to the heavens and the earth, and he was the first emperor who ruled the world, and he was immortal and the six countries did not dare to oppose him, how could he do such a subordinate matter.

Ying Zheng smiled and retracted his hand.

"It's okay, you can't stay away from the northwest for too long, and you should come back and do more things for me. I've never done any of these things since I'm the queen, and I'm really not used to it. ”

Two clear streams, the turquoise water fell into the teacup along the spout, and the first emperor picked up a cup and took a sip, raising the teacup.

"Taste it."

Ying Fusu took a small sip, the entrance was slightly bitter, and it spread into the mouth from the tip of the tongue and swallowed it down the esophagus, and there was some astringency between the teeth.

"What is this?"

"Tea, your uncle made it again."

Ying Fusu lifted the lid of the teapot and glanced inside.

"Boiled leaves? How is this called 'tea'? ”

Compared with the tea soup of the Qin State with salt and oil, there is no resemblance at all.

"I don't know, but you can take some with you when you go back to the northwest this time, after getting used to it, it's better than tea soup, not greasy, and spiritual."

“…… The father has changed a lot, and the son is a little afraid to admit it. ”

The previous First Emperor did not have such a fatherly side, and he did not like bitterness.

Ying Zheng took a sip of tea and smashed it.

"How are you doing in the northwest, tell me about it."

"Father doesn't know?"

"Of course I know, I know your every move. But they can only tell me what you did, but they can't say what you think. ”

Ying Fusu understands that his father, who is not a king, wants to teach him.

If he was still in Xianyang Palace, he would only be extremely happy to be taught by his father.

And now, he is a little lonely, lonely for his father.

Father is not dead.

But the first emperor, who cares about the world and doesn't look at his children, seems to be really dead......

Ying Fusu drank all the tea in the cup, and the bitterness dispersed, he seemed to understand why his father liked to drink tea.

"Father, do you regret it?"

"What?"

"Fake your death, uncle."

PS: It's not there today, take a leave of absence, do the outline and go! Follow-up sorting out ideas!

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