Fusu's opposition made the first emperor's originally good mood fall to the bottom again, and the hall was quiet again, and everyone could see that the first emperor was extremely angry at this time, and the silence before the storm was the most terrible.

After a short stalemate, although Fusu was extremely scared in his heart, reason told him that if the palace was built, the Qin State would face the biggest crisis in history, and it might also be divided from then on.......

Fusu sighed and continued: "The construction of the imperial mausoleum has cost Qin at least ten years of financial resources, in the first few years, my father and emperor every time he went out on patrol, the straight road built, and the local officials spent tens of thousands of dollars to support Luan, the people's grievances are boiling, and now, the father and the emperor ordered the construction of a straight road in the north, through the mountains and mountains, and the pain is unspeakable, besides, the construction of the Great Wall in Mobei, Shuofang, and the construction of a county in the clouds all cost a huge amount of money, if this continues, the imperial court may be overwhelmed, the people's grievances are boiling, and the Qin State is in danger......!" ”

Fusu was angry, said what he thought, at this time, he couldn't care about what the first emperor was, what was the attitude, he crawled on the ground, his body trembled slightly, soon, the first emperor finally jumped like thunder, the twists and turns on the imperial case were thrown down by him, this is the hard work of Fusu and the Zhaoxian Pavilion for three days and three nights, at this time, the first emperor didn't even look at it, only because of his own words and was furious.

Since ancient times, loyalty has been contrary to the ear, Fusu sighed lightly, and on the jade steps, there was an angry roar of the First Emperor: "Knock this rebel out to me!" ”

"Your Majesty's anger" The hundred officials kowtowed together, and Zhao Gao also came to the side of the First Emperor and said softly: "Your Majesty, pay attention to the dragon body!" ”

After a short silence, the first emperor still couldn't calm the anger in his heart, he got up suddenly, and walked outside the hall, Zhao Gao also walked to the jade steps at this time, and shouted: "Your Majesty has a will, retreat from the dynasty, Baiguan Mountain ......"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live......"

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At night, Fusu ordered people to put up a banquet in the small pavilion in the side courtyard, and the emperor's uncle and child, Xiang Zhuang drank together with the moon, the three of them drank a lot of wine at this time, the cold wind at night hit, no one felt cold, at this time Fusu looked at the pavilion, the high and bright moon, and couldn't help sighing: "Prime Minister Wang's body, has always been tough, although the age is high, but it will not collapse overnight, I always feel that there seems to be something strange in it." ”

Ziying also sighed beside her: "Yes, especially at this time, when a meteorite case suddenly appeared, I felt chaotic in my heart, and I always felt that something was going to happen." ”

Ziying drank the wine in the cup and said, "But what will it be?" ”

seems to be in deep thought, Ziying's hand holding the wine glass has never been put down, and on the side, Xiang Zhuang is also drinking at this time, for the meteorite case at the end of Qin, Xiang Zhuang knows it in his heart, but in history, meteorites are engraved with fonts, which is the most taboo sentence of the first emperor, but why, in this meteorite case, those words actually disappeared?

Xiang Zhuang, like Ziying, felt that something would happen, but Xiang Zhuang really didn't understand, what went wrong, or did his appearance disrupt history and make those words disappear out of thin air? Thinking so, Xiang Zhuang drank the wine in his glass again.

Xiang Zhuang smiled self-deprecatingly, he couldn't tell them everything, right? Even if they say it, they won't believe it, they can only take one step at a time, besides, Fusu's fate can't be changed by telling him the truth, if he can really change his fate, how can he change the fate of the Xiang family?

When Xiang Zhuang fell into endless contemplation, Ziying took a cup, sighed, looked at Fusu, and said helplessly: "I will set off tomorrow and go to Dongjun, no matter what happens in Xianyang, you must learn to forbear, as long as we don't lose the fundamentals, everything can be recovered." ”

Fusu also raised his glass and replied: "Uncle Huang, don't worry, I will definitely stabilize the situation between the DPRK and China." ”

The two of them looked at Xiang Zhuang who was contemplating at the same time, he had woken up from his contemplation at this time, looked at the two, and couldn't help but smile: "I wish Uncle Huang a safe journey, we are waiting for you in Xianyang." ”

Ziying laughed, "Okay, I handed over Gongzi to you, you must ensure his safety, come, we will drink this cup full." ”

"A glass of sake, a promise, it's late at night, and I take my leave." Ziying got up and walked to the front yard with some shaking, Fusu was also drunk at this time, looking at the back of Ziying leaving, and sighed helplessly: "Uncle Huang cherishes all the way." ”

Ziying gradually walked away, Fusu thought of Xiang Zhuang on the side again, and said with a smile: "Don't leave tonight, stay in the guest room, and I'll let someone arrange it for you." ”

Xiang Zhuang arched his hand and said with a smile: "It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

Fusu nodded, and at this time, a relative came over and said softly: "Son, someone from the front office is visiting." ”

Fusu was puzzled: "It's so late, who is it?" ”

"There is Jia Hong, a doctor in the middle school, and Uncle Sun Tong of Dr. Zhao."

Fu Su pondered for a while, these two people are supporting him, no matter what, he can't win their interest, so he has to look at Xiang Zhuang and said with a wry smile: "It seems that we still have to rest later, you can accompany me on a trip." ”

"Willing to serve the child." Xiang Zhuang said with a smile.

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In the guest hall, Jia Hong and Uncle Sun Tong had been waiting for a long time, at this time Fusu and Xiang Zhuang walked in quickly, the two of them got up together, bowed, and said with a smile: "Disturb the son late at night, and ask the son to forgive the sin." ”

Fusu waved his hand and smiled: "Why be so polite, I am drinking with Brother Xiang Zhuang, Liao Du empty night." ”

The three of them laughed, and each sat down, at this time, Xiang Zhuang stood behind Fusu, Fusu looked at everyone, and said with a smile: "There are no outsiders here, Brother Xiang Zhuang, you can sit too." ”

Xiang Zhuang nodded, came to the side of the soft seat and sat down, at this time, Jia Hong squinted at the maid in the house, Fu Su understood, and ordered loudly: "It's enough to have Xiang Zhuang here, you all go down, no one is allowed to enter without my orders." ”

"Whoa." Everyone left slowly, and at this time, Jia Hong said softly: "Son, Prime Minister Wang was assassinated!" ”

Fusu was startled, he leaned forward and asked eagerly, "How can you see it?" ”

Jia Hong sighed and said helplessly: "One of my henchmen learned from his mouth that Prime Minister Wang was hit by an arrow in the left heart, the arrow was poisonous, and the Prime Minister's face was purple, his lips were black, and his blood was black, which shows that after he was hit by an arrow, he did not die immediately, but died of poison." ”

"However, we want to overturn all this, and we can't explain it to our father without evidence." Fusu sighed lightly, Jia Hong also shook his head helplessly, and said: "The body was supposed to be handed over to the Wang family for burial and mourning, but the Tingwei Mansion forcibly took people away, and Xianyang ordered troops to besiege the Prime Minister's Mansion. ”

The room became very quiet, everyone was silent, there was no evidence, everything was a floating cloud, Fusu's right hand slapped angrily on the table, and after a muffled sound, Fusu said angrily: "This must be someone secretly setting up a situation, I must find out the mastermind behind the scenes, otherwise, Xianyang will never see the light of day!" ”

Seeing Fusu's excited expression, the two wanted to open their mouths to advise, but when the words came to their mouths, they swallowed it alive again, especially Shusun Tong, he was going back to his hometown these days, he wanted to resign from Fusu, but considering that Fusu was in a bad mood at this time, he couldn't stop him because of himself, so he had to sigh lightly, shook his head, got up with Jia Hong, and arched his hand: "Childe, it's late at night, let's say goodbye, the matter of the prime minister, Childe still needs to think about it in the long run, and you must not be rash." ”

Fusu nodded, got up and ordered: "Brother Xiangzhuang, you send the two of you for me, I'm tired, go back first." ”

Xiang Zhuang nodded, and at this time, Fusu said again: "You will come to my room later." ”

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Back in the room, Fusu couldn't suppress the anger in his heart anymore, he pulled out the short sword on the wall, and with a wave of force, the screen was cut in half, at this time, Fusu angrily threw the sword to the ground, walked back to the table and sat down, and his thoughts returned to the conversation just now.

Wang Juan was killed, he had a crossbow arrow in his heart, and the crossbow arrow was quenched, and when he just returned to Xianyang, not long after leaving Lishan, he also met an assassin, and he also used crossbow arrows to quench poison, these two groups of people seem to have some kind of connection, Fusu vaguely felt in his heart that they were sent by the same person.

The assassins had targeted themselves, and Fusu could understand it, but why did they assassinate Wang Xuan? What threat does a person who is old and frail and whose loess is buried to their neck? Fusu looked out the window in puzzlement, but at this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed, and Fusu suddenly realized that Wang Juan was his supporter, and the purpose of their assassination of Wang Juan was to cut off their own pillars, that is, they were eradicating their wings step by step.

It's terrible, Fusu feels that his back is wet with sweat, if he doesn't go all out to find out the mastermind behind the scenes, I'm afraid, he will push himself to a dead end step by step, thinking so, there was a slight sound of footsteps at the door, and soon, Xiang Zhuang walked in slowly: "Childe, they have left." ”

Fusu looked at Xiang Zhuang, couldn't help but get up and smiled: "Brother Xiang Zhuang, I just want you to help me do something." ”

Xiang Zhuang for his uncle's business, has already decided to help Fusu with all his might, at this time Fusu got up and begged, Xiang Zhuang had a feeling of flattery, hurriedly knelt on one knee, and resolutely said: "Please give the son an order, the sword mountain and the sea of fire, Xiang Zhuang will not give up!" ”

"I will write a letter, you quietly send it to Lishan, hand it over to Meng Yi, and let him do his best to thoroughly investigate the assassination of the prime minister." Fusu patted Xiang Zhuang on the shoulder, and instructed word by word, and soon, Xiang Zhuang got up and nodded in agreement.

Outside the window, the night was dark and the wind was high, a man in black clothes was lying under the window, he took in the conversation in the house, at this time he heard the word Meng Yi, and he already knew the probable thing in his heart, so he turned around and ran towards the side wall in the courtyard, jumped sideways, and the man in black turned out of the Fusu Mansion from the corner, ran quickly to the street, and soon disappeared into the night.

I don't know what Xiang Zhuang and Fusu talked about, until the second watch, Xiang Zhuang hurriedly walked out of Fusu's room, the sky was slightly bright at this time, Xiang Zhuang looked up at the sky, this time it was over, he should also go home, those former relatives, those familiar memories, one by one came to mind.