Back to prison.

Ji Heng sat on the ground like this.

As the time of death approached, the noise in the prison gradually decreased.

Instead, there was a cry and a bitter cry.

People are afraid of death.

Confucian scholars and scholars were no exception.

Maybe it was too early to die in the past, and they were still a little arrogant and stubborn, but now the arrogance has long been worn out, and there is endless fear and regret left.

Confessions and begging can be heard everywhere in prison.

Ji Heng's face was calm.

He has long put life and death on the line.

In the first nine lifetimes, he died of exhaustion, some died on the battlefield, some died of illness, and some died of natural old age.

He has experienced too much of the death in the world.

The heart has long been numb.

It's just that he has to admit that Qin does have the wind of antiquity.

Some old and old traditions are followed.

Torture is one of them.

"Lü's Spring and Autumn" cloud: the moon of Meng Qiu, with the beginning of autumn...... It is the month, the legal system is repaired, the prison lawsuit is decided, the guilty are killed, the punishment is severe, the heaven and the earth are clear, and there is no profit.

This is a political rule handed down from the period of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors.

In ancient times, it was called Autumn Moon Torture!

This kind of political rule, if it is placed in future generations, will only be laughed at by the world as pedantic.

But Qin has always strictly adhered to it.

Even such a matter of heaven and man have corresponding political rules, which is already common sense that everyone in the world knows.

However, Qianshou did not understand the truth of heaven and man implied in it.

I only know that the criminal should be killed after the autumn.

"Thirteen days to go." Ji Heng looked at the wall, which was engraved with dozens of 'positive' characters, shook his head and said: "Sometimes it's not too good to be too disciplined, if those of us who have been condemned to death can be executed on the spot, maybe we won't have such a hard time." ”

"But it's always good to have rules."

Ji Heng actually knew why Qin would do this.

In order to avoid unjust, false and wrongful convictions.

The Qin court has implemented the legal system for more than 100 years, and the legal system is relatively perfect.

As long as you are dissatisfied with the punishment, or if the court evidence is insufficient, and you think that the punishment is unfair, you can refuse to admit your guilt, and you can continue to beg, and you can appeal to the court governor's mansion.

With every appeal, the case passes upwards.

Therefore, the Qin Dynasty was not in a hurry to carry out the execution, and it was also giving the criminals time to prove themselves.

Ji Heng retracted his gaze, looked around, found a bright place, and lay down with his clothes.

The remaining thirteen days were difficult after all.

......

Yonggong.

Fu Su Muran sat on the seat.

His mind kept ringing what Ji Heng said in prison.

Thinking about the first emperor's past advice to him, and the arrangements that the first emperor made for himself, and then comparing his absurd behavior in the past, his eyes were full of chagrin and self-blame.

If it was in the past, what Ji Heng said, he would not take it seriously.

But Ji Heng's successive words were similar to the first emperor's past teachings, which made him completely shaken.

When he sensed that the First Emperor was weak and weak, he was even more remorseful and heartbroken.

Now that the First Emperor is declining, and Daqin is facing such a grim situation, as the eldest son of the First Emperor, he should have shared his worries and sorrows for the First Emperor, but he not only failed to do it, but also provoked the First Emperor to be angry and hurt many times, so that the First Emperor not only has to worry about state affairs, but also worry about himself, such an eldest son, how disloyal and unfilial?

Especially when he heard Ji Heng say that the first emperor was secretly planning for himself, the shock in his heart was indescribable.

There was even a sense of foreboding.

As the eldest son, Fusu was well aware of the temperament of the First Emperor.

The First Emperor is arrogant!

If it weren't for the real lack of health, how could he plan like this?

The First Emperor was not good at words.

He will not show his concern for himself, he will only arrange everything silently in secret.

But the more this is the case, the more Fusu is bitter and blamed.

Who is the firstborn?

The first pillar of the family clan.

And himself, instead of solving problems for the First Emperor, made the First Emperor worse.

How can such a firstborn son be worthy?

Time.

Fusu felt sad in his heart, and couldn't help but cry bitterly.

"Father's ----"

"The sons are not filial, and it is only at this time that they understand the earnest teachings of their father, and only then do they know their father's good intentions."

"The son is really a son of man in vain!"

The wide and bright study room was as quiet as a valley, and Fusu's cries continued to echo.

Long.

Fusu stood up.

Looking at the Confucian bamboo slips under the case, there was a rare trace of disgust in his eyes.

Self-deprecating:

"Fusu is stupid, how dare he talk about benevolence?"

"Han Zi is right, the Yan family is not defeated, and the loving mother has a defeated son."

"I Fusu has read more books and listened to more Confucian words than ordinary people, so how can I really understand what benevolence is? What is Goodness? ”

"What I want in this life is only to realize my father's ambition, so that the counties and counties of the world can be ruled and the people can live and work in peace and contentment."

"If it can be realized, this life will be enough!"

"Benevolence ......"

"After all, Fusu is not worthy!"

A bleak smile appeared on Fusu's face, and he said to the outside of the hall, "Wei Sheng." ”

Soon.

A eunuch entered the study.

Fusu took a deep look at the books on the case, and finally made up his mind, slowly closed his eyes, and said coldly: "Clean up all these bamboo slips, and then ......"

"It's all burned."

"In the future, no more Confucian-related books will be allowed in the study."

After speaking.

Fusu took his hand and went to the outside of the temple.

He didn't want to see the bamboo slips removed.

At noon in early autumn, there was still the residual heat of the blazing summer, and Fusu's cheeks hurt from the sun.

Fusu ignored it.

He stood tall and looked into the distance.

But in my heart, I am thinking about what is benevolence? What is Goodness?

What kind of benevolence does Great Qin need?

What kind of kindness is he!

What was done in the Fusuyong Palace soon reached the ears of the First Emperor.

Ying Zhengluo was a little surprised by Fusu's sudden abandonment of Confucianism, but he didn't care too much.

"It is not hopeless to give up the great and inappropriate benevolence of Confucianism now, but it is not enough, I don't know how to follow the regime, I don't know the way of the monarch and the minister, even if I know what the real benevolence is, it will not be of much use to the actual governance of the world."

"There's a lot more you need to realize."

"But it's not too late!"

Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction, leaned on the big pillow, and said: "This Ji Heng does have some ability, and he can actually say that he can move the donkey of Fusu." ”

"Someone."

"Inform Zongzheng, I want to know all the information about Ji Heng."

"I not only want to know what Ji Heng did in Xianyang, but also know his situation in Yandi."

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the hall.

After the order, Ying Zheng didn't take this little episode to heart, and continued to watch the music.

His time is precious.

He also has a lot of notes that need to be reviewed.

The other side.

After cleaning up the Confucian-related books, Fusu returned to the study.

Looking at the much empty study, Fu Su frowned slightly, just sighed lightly, sat back on the seat, opened "Han Feizi" again, and continued to figure it out.

Finally.

He seemed to think of something, and said: "Wei Sheng, you go to the side of Zhongcheng in the imperial history and borrow the record documents when the court discussed the 'county and county division'. ”