Not much.

Wei Sheng came back with a large stack of bamboo slips.

Seeing these dozens of bamboo slips, Fusu was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to remember something, and his eyes showed a look of surprise.

The discussion of the division of counties lasted for two or three days.

The number of these bamboo slips is very small.

If you really write down all the arguments, I'm afraid it will cost you hundreds of bamboo slips.

After all, in his memory, the debate nine years ago was the most intense since the founding of the country.

The pomp and circumstance is unprecedented.

Almost all of the ministers of the DPRK and China have made speeches.

And just after that controversy, Wang Juan, Kui Zhuang, Wei Yi and other old ministers retreated one after another, and Li Si, Yao Jia, Zheng Guo and others completely came to the forefront.

Come to think of this.

Fusu frowned.

When the government and the opposition were arguing, he did not participate much because he was not deeply involved in the world.

Looking back now, I also realize that the controversy was extraordinary, and then think of the words left by Ji Heng when he left.

I can't help but feel a little more dignified about that controversy.

After Wei Sheng gasped for a while, he said: "Childe, when the minister came back with the bamboo slips just now, an official from the Imperial History Mansion told the ministers that the young son sent a message to the son in prison and wanted the young son to borrow the bamboo slips related to the 'county division' for the young son. ”

Hear the words.

Fusu smiled lightly and said, "I forgot about this." ”

"You will find a few scribes and pencils, copy a copy of these bamboo slips, and send them to prison."

Wei Sheng's face was embarrassed, and he said in a low voice: "Childe, the content of these bamboo slips involves important political secrets, and they are not allowed to be peeped at by the outside world, and there has always been only one copy in the palace, which is uniformly handed over to the imperial historian to be responsible for and copied privately, and the responsible ministers and those sword and pen officials really can't afford it." ”

"And it's against the law."

"If Your Majesty knows, I'm afraid I will blame Gongzi again."

"Think twice."

Fusu frowned.

Wei Sheng was indeed telling the truth.

The dispute over the division of counties and counties is a matter of major political importance, and it is strictly forbidden to leak it in the slightest.

Copying in private is a felony!

He was in a hurry to check in front of him, and unintentionally, he almost made a big mistake.

Fusu said solemnly: "I was negligent." ”

"So ......"

Fu Su thought for a moment and said, "You go find a few sword and pen officials first, but don't be in a hurry to copy them, wait for me to go to Your Majesty's trip." ”

"If Your Majesty promises, it will not be too late for you to copy it, if Your Majesty does not allow it......"

"That's all you have to do."

"No." Wei Sheng hurriedly agreed.

Fusu reached out and closed the bamboo slip that he had opened, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the bamboo slip written by it.

What I remember on it is what I said at the time.

Time.

Fusu stopped.

I looked carefully at the paperwork written down on it.

It remembers that he said at the time: "The Great Qin unified China, all of which came from the blood of soldiers, and it should be implemented that the counties and counties should be implemented, and the people should be governed by the unified state, so that the people will not suffer from selfish government, and the Su Zong will be the prince. ”

Fusu looked at the book on it and shook his head with a wry smile.

He was not deeply involved in the world at that time, so he couldn't cope with it at all, so he only said a few empty words.

It's not about the pain at all.

He hesitated, then looked down.

Just one eye.

Fusu was stunned.

Because next, it's time for the other sons to express their opinions.

It's just that the second brother Gao, the third brother Jiang Lu and other sons did not speak, he was only twenty years old at the time, and he had just begun to take over political affairs, and he didn't feel that there was any problem, but now when he looked back at the documents recorded by the historian, he suddenly noticed something unusual.

It was written: The other sons wanted to speak and stopped, looked at the emperor with anxiety, and lowered their heads one after another.

The other sons have no opinions.

But don't dare to say!

So much so that the First Emperor later said: 'Whoever wishes to say will say, without scruples.' ’

He was young at the time, thinking that the other sons were ashamed to speak, and even came forward to intercede on behalf of the other sons.

Now it seems.

I was completely wrong at the time.

It's not that the other sons don't want to express their opinions.

But don't dare.

Because they support separation!

So I didn't dare to say it in front of the first emperor.

Fusutong's face was red, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

He completely spread out the bamboo slips on the case, quickly swept down, and when he finished reading all the bamboo slips that played against the princes, he sat down on the ground dejectedly.

Fusu has eleven younger brothers.

Except for Hu Hai, no one else spoke.

He used to think that he was very good to other sons, at least he was humble and courteous, but now he realized that it was completely his own wishful thinking.

He closed the bamboo slip with a trembling hand and closed his eyes in pain.

"I should have understood."

"The clan must not be a subordinate unless it has military merits."

"If I can't divide the seal, if I take the throne, the other sons will just have the name of the son, and there are actually no noble husbands."

"They probably wanted me to support the separation."

"I thought I was keeping up with my father's thoughts, and I didn't think about anything else at all."

"I'm not even good at being a brother."

Fusu smiled miserably.

At this time, he suddenly remembered what Hu Hai had said.

"As a prince, Hu Hai does not seek his own interests, but only hopes that the world will be governed, and Hu Hai will not be a feudal prince, but only a good minister of Qin."

It's just that he didn't have this consciousness at all, and he felt that Hu Hai was the same as he thought.

Now I hear it even more sarcastic.

"Childe, Childe......" Fusu's strange expression caused Wei Sheng's uneasiness.

Fusu came back to his senses.

He looked at Wei Sheng and said godlessly: "Wei Sheng, you have been by my side for more than ten years, tell me, as a brother, am I incompetent?" ”

Wei Sheng was so frightened that he fell to his knees, and said with a frightened face: "The filial piety of the son is known to the world. ”

"As the eldest brother, Childe is naturally competent."

"Competent? Do you believe that? Fusu sneered, got up from the ground, slowly walked towards the outside of the hall, and said softly: "I used to believe these words, but now I don't believe them." ”

"Just as I don't believe in Confucianism anymore."

"The three of them became tigers, and I heard a lot of praise from others, but I really believed it."

"But a fake is a fake after all!"

"I, Fusu, am not a good man, nor am I a good brother."

"I should have figured it out."

Hear the words.

Wei Sheng's face changed in shock, and he knelt on the ground uneasily, and said uneasily: "It's the minister's loss of words, let the son be worried, please punish the son." ”

Fusu didn't look back, sighed and said, "Get up." ”

"It has nothing to do with you."

"I just figured things out."

"Some of the truths that His Majesty told me at the beginning."

"I didn't understand it before, but I experienced some things, saw some things, and after reading "Han Feizi", I seemed to have come to my senses."

"Let's go down."

"Go find three or five pencils."

After speaking.

Fusu strode out of the palace and walked towards Xianyang Palace.

The gaze has never been more determined.

Wei Sheng got up from the ground tremblingly, his body was already soaked, and he looked at the big case in horror, the bamboo slip that had been closed, and hurriedly withdrew from the study.

Yonggong became quiet again.