This is an important border place, and the Huns are eyeing the Huns outside.

Wang Ben, who has just arrived, does not dare to have half a point of relaxation, if the Huns seize the opportunity, wait for the opportunity to give a hand, and loot a few villages and towns, it is called a suffocation of grievances.

Throughout the New Year, he took people around to make rounds and condolences to these soldiers stationed in the border fortress.

And Fusu, with a few people, rushed to Qingshipi in the west of the city.

Qingshipi is a village, named after a huge bluestone at the entrance of the village.

Different from those familial villages in the past, this village has a very complex residential composition, and it is the Han slaves who have been intermittently rescued from the surrounding Xiongnu tribes when Meng Tian was stationed in Shangjun over the years.

Most of these people were hard-working people who had no family members, and after being rescued by Meng Tian's army, they were homeless, so they were placed in the west of the city by Meng Tian and the county shou Yan of Shang County.

It's kind of a place to settle down.

Many of these people are living together temporarily, but everyone is hard-working, but they also know how to cherish the current days, although they are hard, but they are finally stable.

Fusu was originally benevolent, and after understanding this situation, he ran this way around.

With manpower, he helped the lonely elderly in the village to repair their houses, brought some food to the unattended children in the village, and sometimes even went to the fields himself to help some families lacking labor to plough the fields and clean the ditches.

After a long time, the local people lost their initial fears, and even some children affectionately called him the eldest son.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and after the sacrifice with the county guard, Fusu declined the invitation to the banquet, asked the attendants to prepare some food, and quietly left the residence and came here.

"Childe is benevolent, but there are too many people suffering in the world, and you can't help like this......"

An entourage old man wearing a silk robe and a bamboo crown glanced at the eldest son Fusu on horseback, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Fusu paused for a moment and nodded sullenly.

"Su is stupid, but her ability is limited, so she can only help one and count one-"

Speaking of which, he shook his head slightly.

"I can't just sit idly by, I know I'm not going to do much, and I can't make a big difference, but there are some things that have to be done - so that I can feel better......"

The old man wearing a silk robe and a bamboo crown looked at this kind-hearted son with gentle eyes, and his expression became more and more respectful.

Fusu is such a person, he is gentle and polite all day long, and sometimes he is even a little pedantic, but he always shines with a unique charm, which is convincing and admirable, and he is willing to follow around.

One afternoon, Fusu took people to comfort the people in the village from house to house, and sent some food and clothes to those widows and lonely people, until it was late, and then he rushed back to Shangjun with people.

But after returning to the small courtyard where he lived, he was restless and unable to sleep.

In the middle of the night, he simply got up in his clothes, picked up a roll of bamboo slips, and read it at night.

The sky in Shangjun is wider than Xianyang, and the stars are dotted, like the Milky Way upside down, shrouding this field and the lone lamp in the room of Fusu Gongzi.

The lights are swaying, and the stars are like beans.

The New Year has passed, and the weather is getting colder and clearer.

It wasn't until the sky was about to dawn and Dongfang had revealed a trace of fish belly whiteness that Fusu finally felt a trace of sleepiness and lay down with his clothes closed.

The maid who was waiting outside tiptoed to help him blow out the lights and cover the futon.

……

But today's Shangjun is destined to be unpeaceful.

As soon as the sky was light, outside the city gate, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves, which paused outside the city gate, and after checking the talismans, they went straight to the county guard's mansion.

Soon, the entire county guard was alarmed.

Jun Shouyan's face was pale, he hurriedly got up, and while sending someone to inform the general Wang Ben, he personally found Fusu, who had just fallen asleep.

"Childe is not good, something is wrong-"

Gu Fusu's tired face was not taken care of, and Jun Shouyan's expression was unprecedentedly serious.

"There is a rumor on the other side of Qingshipi again-"

Fusu was still a little sleepy, but when he heard the two words of the prophecy, he suddenly felt a thrill, and his sleepiness disappeared!

In the thirty-fifth year of the first emperor, there was a hint of prophecy.

A meteorite fell from the sky in Dongjun, and there was a meteorite engraved with a few big characters - the first emperor died and divided.

This kind of thing, under the law of the Qin Dynasty, there are people who dare to hide it in the slightest, so from the Wu Chang to Lizheng, and from Lizheng to the Pavilion Chief, and then to the county, it was quickly handed over one by one, and it was soon passed in front of the First Emperor.

The First Emperor was furious and sent people to house for inspection.

However, no one confessed, and no one in the local people could tell the origin of the stone, so the First Emperor was furious and killed all the people around the stone.

The blood flowed like a river, and that village was completely reduced to ghosts!

Therefore, as soon as they heard the news, everyone had a stirring in their hearts, and soon Gongzi Fusu, the general Wang Ben, and the county Shouyan all gathered at the bluestone outside the bluestone.

The atmosphere was oppressive and silent.

Wu Chang, Li Zheng, and the village elders, stood in front of these nobles one by one tremblingly, their faces pale and frightened.

Fusu, Wang Ben and Yan, looking at the big characters on the bluestone in front of them, their faces were also heavy and a little terrifying.

"This year, the first emperor died, and after death, the land was divided."

A few quaint and thoughtful seals.

It wasn't carved, it grew like it grew overnight.

"Have you noticed anything unusual, or heard something—"

Fusu called Wu Chang, Li Zheng and the villager to him and asked in person.

Seeing that it was Fusu, the three old men felt a little more stable in their hearts, and the slightly older Li Zheng came out to say.

According to the track of getting up in the morning to collect firewood, about midnight, he saw a white mist rising here from a distance, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to go to check it, and waited until dawn before reporting it to Wu Changchai.

"After the villain received the report, he rushed to check it with a few villagers, and then quickly notified the chief ......."

Wu Changchai, who had a dark complexion on the left, hurriedly added on the side.

Fusu took a deep breath, signaled them not to be nervous, and personally called over to ask them carefully, but nothing came of it.

The Han people who were rescued from the Huns, because they grew up from the Huns, they didn't even know their names, and they were frightened and incoherent, or because Fusu was familiar with them, so they slowly came up with an order.

But there is no useful information.

The results of the investigation are a little weird, just like these eleven words, which are what they look like.

Fusu's heart couldn't help but sink slowly, and Wang Ben and Yan's faces were also ugly.

Yan sighed, waved his hand, and suddenly hundreds of soldiers rushed up, directly controlling all the people of Qingshipi on the spot, and then divided their men and headed towards the neighboring villages.

Before the results of the matter were found, no one in the nearby villages could escape suspicion.

Fusu opened his mouth several times to speak, but swallowed it back hard.

Because of this kind of thing, whether it is the general Wang Ben, or the county Shouyan, or any official who comes with him, will not give him this accommodation.

This matter, if it is not handled well, is a major matter that will be collectively lost.

No one dares to hide it or report it, and no one dares to tell the favor, even if he is the eldest son of the prison army.

The news was reported to Xianyang as soon as possible.

And all the officials in the entire Shang County, including Fusu, Wang Ben and Yan, all moved, going door to door, carefully examining, hoping to find a trace of clues.

However, it was a busy day.

Everyone gathered together with a heavy face, and nothing of value was discovered.

Fusu's heart slowly sank to the bottom.

The lessons of the past in Dongjun are still vivid, and the bloodstains of those villagers have not even dried up, will the tragedy be staged here again?

The results were not found, and no one dared to hide them.

Fusu's eyes were bloodshot, but he could only watch the eight-hundred-mile expedited fast horse, galloping out of the county guard's mansion and leaving the dust.

……

Ganquan Palace.

Looking at the letter sent by Fusu, the First Emperor threw it on the side with a faint expression, and his tone could not hear joy and anger.

"I went to Shangjun, but I have grown a little bit, and this time, I didn't even preach to me-"

Rolling up his sleeves, Hei, who was standing on the side, smiled.

"Even Chun Yuyue and other old stubborns have turned back, and a talented and intelligent person like the eldest son naturally has no way to go to the black......"

The First Emperor shook his head, too lazy to think about it anymore.

I used to look forward to it, hoping that one day, the eldest son of the emperor would be able to repent, but now it is not so urgent.

He turned his head and looked at Hei, the head of the Black Ice Platform on the side.

"Didn't you say a few days ago that you already had some clues? What is the matter now, but there is news of the person who wrote the letter—after this year, Ying'er will be sixteen years old, and when he arrives at the opening of the mansion, he should have a decent teacher by his side to teach him to read......"

When Hei heard the First Emperor ask about this, his face suddenly became a little strange.

"Just as I was about to return to Your Majesty, our people have traced the source of that cloth - it flowed from the eldest prince's mansion......"

When the First Emperor heard this, he was stunned, and his expression was full of astonishment.

"That person is hiding in the eldest son's mansion - right next to Ying'er......"

After checking for a long time, it turned out to be dark under the light!

That master is hiding next to his grandson -

"Don't alarm him yet, check the handwriting carefully to see who it is......"

A smile of interest appeared on the face of the First Emperor.

I don't know what kind of expression I will have when I suddenly stand beside him.

……

With Chen Ping, it is really much more convenient.

Don't say anything else, but just polish your own "Casting Army Soul", I don't know how much better than myself. People really have something, Zhao Ying said what he meant, and the goods were clicked and ordered.

Zhao Ying didn't have much research on the classics, but at least at his current level of half a bottle of vinegar, it was really good, even better than he imagined.

Accepting this Chen Ping, he can be regarded as picking up a treasure.

"Yes, yes, sure enough, there are a few brushes, I'm about to open a mansion this year, you can follow me and be a clerk in the future——"

When Chen Ping heard this, he immediately bowed excitedly.

"I am willing to serve the dog and horse for the son-"

Zhao Ying smiled and nodded.

"There's nothing in the house that you need your help to manage, so from tomorrow, you can follow me to the army-"

After speaking, Zhao Ying looked Chen Ping up and down.

"Can you master the six arts?"

"Etiquette, music, and counting are acceptable, and shooting, royalty, and books are second-"

Zhao Ying nodded.

"Let's train with the recruits first, can you do it?"

"Yes, I will live up to the high hopes of my son-"

Chen Ping looked back at Zhao Ying's gaze without hesitation, it was obvious that Gongzi was testing himself and giving him a chance to prove himself, and he was in Xianyang, and even starved, isn't this an opportunity?

Chen Ping packed up his small package that morning, rode the war horse that Zhao Ying had just given him, and went to the barracks in a hurry.

Zhao Ying looked at the copied "Casting Army Soul", and a satisfied smile flashed in his eyes.

Looking at the sky, it was almost noon, so he simply set off and walked directly to Ganquan Palace.

Whether this material for casting the soul of the army in the army can be used depends on what the First Emperor said. Without the permission of the First Emperor, it would be very dangerous to rashly engage in such ideological and ideological things.

Even if he is the eldest grandson of the emperor, he is no exception.

When I walked to Xianyang Palace, the First Emperor was lying on a rocking chair, swaying slowly while basking in the sun through the window lattice.

Zhao Gao, the commander of the CRRC Mansion, was respectfully reporting to the First Emperor with a few books in his hand.

Hearing Zhao Ying's familiar footsteps, the corners of the First Emperor's mouth couldn't help but show a smile, and he waved his hand at Zhao Gao casually, and Zhao Gao bowed down very interestingly.

Since I had this little boy, I have been dismissed more and more times.

Secretly glanced at the upright and heroic little boy Ying, Zhao Gao immediately lowered his eyes silently. In fact, Zhao Gao himself is a very outstanding beautiful man, with a heroic appearance, a high level of swordsmanship, and a serious and rigorous work, so he was loved by the first emperor.

But even he had to sigh that this eldest grandson of the emperor really had a good skin.

"Ying'er, come here, help my father talk-"

Zhao Ying moved a small chair very interestingly, sat down beside the First Emperor, stretched out his hand, and helped the First Emperor gently knead his temples, and the First Emperor closed his eyes slightly.

"After this New Year, you're sixteen—you're an adult, and you'll open the mansion in a few days—"

When Zhao Ying heard this, he was overjoyed, although he is now deeply loved by the First Emperor, but opening a mansion and not opening a mansion are completely different concepts.

If he doesn't open the mansion, he will always be the little son Ying, and if he opens the mansion, he will be the champion general Zhao Ying!

Officially has the qualifications to solicit customers, and also has the authority to appoint low-level officials.

He didn't hide his mood at all, and nodded happily.

"Thank you, Father—"

Seeing that the child was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, the First Emperor couldn't help but laugh and scold.

"Something that has no interest, how big it is, it's happy to be like this......"

Zhao Ying didn't care either, and continued to enjoy himself.

"By the way, sixteen, it's time to marry a daughter-in-law, and in a few days I will help you figure out a family affair......"

The First Emperor glanced at him with a smirk as he spoke.

Zhao Ying blinked his eyes.

"Are you talking about Sister Wang Nan? I think it's okay—"

The First Emperor was directly amused by him.

This stinky boy has been coveting the girl for a long time, he can't see it, he didn't say it just now, he was just teasing this stinky boy, sure enough, this kid couldn't help but tease, and after a little temptation, he showed his fox tail.

(End of chapter)