At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

Seeing this situation, Meng Tian hastily stepped forward to stop Fusu: "Your Majesty lives outside and has not established a crown prince. The envoys will guard the border with 30 people, and the young man will be the prisoner. This is a heavy responsibility for the world. Today, when the envoy comes, he will commit suicide. Don't know who he is." Non-fraud? Please reapply, reapply and then die, not at dusk."

The envoy who heard this panicked and hurriedly urged.

Everyone could even see his trembling legs, and the fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly.

If Fusu doesn't die today, then he will die.

Fusu smiled wryly when he heard this, his clothes were covered with tears, his eyes were like okra, he looked at Meng Tian: "Father grants death to son, Shang An please come back!"

After finishing speaking, he resolutely raised the long sword and put it on his neck, his eyes were dimmed, full of loss, and he seemed to be muttering to himself, and the long sword in his hand suddenly... moved.

The sword cut through his neck.

Pulling out a shocking wound on that white neck, the rolling flesh and blood, the faintly visible bones made people tremble.

The bright red blood gush out along with the long sword, like a wild beast being released, the blood flowed and spurted wildly.

There was endless sadness in Fusu's eyes, his complexion gradually lost its color, and he fell heavily on the ground, his body twitched continuously, and his breath dissipated bit by bit.

The vitality contained in his eyes gradually petrified like a strong wind dissipating.

What kind of eyes are those?
Contains endless relief, but also contains deep sorrow, but it happens to be mixed with a little helplessness, and half of unwillingness...

In any case, the successor of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Fusu, the son who could rewrite the history of the Qin Dynasty, finally, with Qin Shihuang's endless expectations, disappeared with the great Qin wind...

The emissary was frightened dumb. He expected Fusu to die, but he never thought that Fusu really committed suicide.

Is he a fool?
He is the heir in line of the Qin Dynasty, and many people in the government and the public are loyal to him, not to mention those idle clouds and wild cranes in the field.

But, because of such a false edict, he committed suicide.

It turns out that the eldest son has never been hypocritical.

It turns out that the realm of the eldest son has always been within their reach.

The envoy looked at Fusu, he was revered, at least, at this moment.

Meng Tian looked at Fusu, the strong man's eyes were bloodshot and flushed, he bit his lips tightly, trying to keep himself calm.

He has known the young master's character for a long time, so it is not surprising that the young master behaved like this today.

A pity, sigh.

The son Fusu commits suicide, and the centuries-old foundation of Great Qin will be destroyed. Since then, there will be no Great Qin in China.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky outside the window. It was a little dark this day, and it seemed... the sky was about to change.

The afterglow of the Great Qin Dynasty is like the setting sun today, and it is about to end slowly.

I just don’t know, tomorrow, who will rise as usual?

"Historical Records Biography of Li Si" records: Meng Tian refused to die, so the envoy was attached to Yang Zhou as a subordinate official.

………………

Outside the light and shadow, Qin Shihuang tightly clenched his fists, bit his lips tightly, and tried hard to control himself not to let himself tremble.

At this moment, he no longer had the domineering aura of an emperor, and his body instantly hunched up, as if he was dying, and the sky was constantly thundering.

The lightning bolts were like dragons fighting, tearing the sky apart, and the raindrops turned into misty rain and fell to the world like a dragon spewing out clouds.

The pitch-black dress had already been soaked by the cold rain, and when it stuck to Ying Zheng's body, it added a little bit of embarrassment.

The world only saw the wrath of the First Emperor, but not his sorrow.

Today, Ying Zheng expressed all these emotions and desires, and he told the world that in fact, he is just a flesh and blood...human, that's all.

Everything around is very quiet, those soldiers kneeling on the ground are like the terracotta warriors and horses excavated more than 2000 years later, solemn and dignified, but at this moment, they are also exuding a touch of sadness.

Even they were mourning the death of the young master.

Ying Zheng raised his head and looked at the dark clouded sky. Water droplets kept falling down his cheeks. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears...

The crooked and decadent body fell straight to the ground, splashing layers of water.

Dirt was stained on his sleeves, face, body, and beard, but he didn't care at all.

At this moment, his eyes were absent-minded, as if... lost his soul.

Even though he is the most honorable person in the world today, he possesses the supreme power in the world and has created countless brilliance.But at this moment, facing his eldest son committing suicide, he was still... powerless.

I can only cry alone, like a child who is helpless and lost.

This scene made countless people in the audience feel distressed.

"Wuuuu, seeing my son die in front of my own eyes, how heartbroken must it be? I feel sorry for the first emperor, brother Ning An is too cruel."

"It turns out that the first emperor will also be sad, and it turns out that the first emperor will also collapse. It's not that he can't see it, but that there are too few people who make him like this. Only, son Fusu."

"That was the child he had the most high hopes for. He was the sage and virtuous king who passed down the Great Qin Dynasty for generations. He committed suicide because of a false edict. The grief in his heart is beyond our comprehension. It is not only Mr. Fusu who died, but also the one in his heart. It's... Great Qin."

That's right, not only Fusu died, but also Qin Shihuang's Daqin.

Just like the moment when the Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang knew the death of the prince Zhu Biao, his heart was like a knife.

All the high hopes were turned into nothingness in the end, and disappeared.

"Stupid, dead."

Ying Zheng turned all the grief into this last bit of stubbornness, looked at Ning An, and kept tears in the corners of his eyes, refusing to shed them.

Institute of History.

Mr. Song Ren sighed lightly. In fact, many people have speculated and overturned the statement that Fusu Nengxing would revive the Qin Dynasty.

"If you are so reckless, you don't distinguish between truth and falsehood, and you don't distinguish between light and dark, even if you are the emperor, how can you continue your life for Daqin?"

Mr. Kong Mengyao spoke out what Mr. Song Ren was thinking. At that time, he was also in the discussion about Fusu.

That's right, this is the view of some scholars on Fusu.

He thinks that he is too cowardly and has no opinions of his own. Even if such a person becomes emperor alive, he can only lead the Qin Dynasty to its demise.

"It's enough to see the seven emotions and six desires of Qin Shihuang today, it's enough."

Mr. Song Ren sighed softly, with indescribable regret and sentimentality in his tone.Looking at Ying Zheng who was still pretending to be stubborn on the screen, his heart always felt like it was being burned by something, pain, pain, pain...

If there is no refutation, it is the default.

Even if you don't want to, what can you do?
The Great Qin in his heart was shattered the moment Qin Shihuang died.

However, at this moment, Ning An in the picture stepped forward slowly, even though his face was sad, but it was full of unprecedented firmness.

"Your Majesty, this statement is wrong."

"The son I see is the most holy and sage man in the world. If he ascends the throne, Great Qin will surely be immortal for a hundred years!!!"

Except for the two of them in the empty desert, there are many Qin troops that have already been petrified.

At this moment, the sound was like a bell, piercing clouds and cracking stones, resounding powerfully, resounding through the sky, as if it wanted to shatter the sky.

He is extremely firm, his eyes are like the fire of a prairie fire, even though there is a vast sea of ​​stars in front of him, he is resolute and fearless...

He, this time, also wants to be the son of Daqin.

Fusu, rectify your name! ! !