Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"It was you who slandered Yu Gu just now!"

Seeing Mrs. Xiuli with a look of hatred on her face, Ying Zheng stopped in front of the coffin in the mourning hall, his eyes were slightly condensed, and his expression was very indifferent.

"What? Your mother dares to do it, why don't you let me tell you?"

Ying Zheng raised his brows when he heard the words, looked back at Zhao Ji, nodded slightly, and then glanced at Lie Zuochen, with a hint of sarcasm on his originally indifferent face, and said:

"Your Majesty, is there any evidence for this statement?"

"Why do you need to prove it? This is something that everyone knows. The face of my Qin royal family has been embarrassing to your mother and son!"

Now that the matter has come to this point, Mrs. Xiuli doesn't care about face anymore.

Just this hurdle, if you pass the rich and powerful, if you can't pass it, you will die and your family will be wiped out, what else is there to be reserved?

"You slander!"

When Zhao Ji heard Mrs. Xiuli's words, she felt anxious, and took two steps forward, wanting to do something.

Mrs. Xiuli saw Zhao Ji's intentions, she dismissed it, and also took two steps forward, and said contemptuously:

"What? You want to do it because you can't say it? Do you think that all the courtiers are indiscriminate?"

"You don't have to provoke me here!"

Ying Zheng stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Ji's wrist, looked at her and said softly:

"Leave this matter to my son, and I won't let some rumors disturb my father's reputation. Don't worry, mother and concubine!"

Ying Zheng gently pushed Zhao Ji aside, turned to look at Mrs. Xiuli with a bright face, and asked calmly:

"You haven't told Gu yet, where is your evidence!"

"Evidence? What more evidence do you need? What your mother did is the greatest evidence!"

Ying Zheng pursed his lips when he heard Mrs. Xiuli's words, shook his head slightly, frowned and said:

"That is to say, there is no real evidence for what Madam said, and she just relied on her imagination to slander Yu Gu?

You have so much guts, do you think I, Qin Fa, are you joking? "

Saying that, without waiting for Mrs. Xiuli's excuse, she turned her head to look at the minister beside her, and asked sharply:

"Wait, who can tell Gu, according to my Daqin law, what crime should be slandered!"

The sitting courtiers looked at each other, but no one dared to stand up and answer.

"Are you so out of breath that you were caught in the truth by me, and you want to rush to silence it? Ah? If you say you are the son of King Qin, do you dare to prove your innocence in front of the whole family?"

After hearing Ying Zheng's words, Mrs. Xiuli finally became anxious, pointed at Ying Zheng, and began to curse loudly.

Ying Zheng ignored him, looked at the courtiers, narrowed his eyes, and asked repeatedly:

"What? You are all the pillars of my Qin State, but you don't even remember the foundation of my Qin State?

Can anyone tell Gu, what is the crime of slander in our state of Qin? "

The courtiers haven't figured out the character of the new monarch, so they dare not intervene at will.

Ying Zheng looked at the silent ministers, glanced around, and asked directly:

"Ting Wei, where is my Qin Guo Ting Wei?"

Among the courtiers, a man in a white linen toga stood up, faced Ying Zheng, and bowed respectfully.

"Chen, Fei, meet the prince!"

"Free gift!"

Ying Zheng looked at this person, his expression moved slightly, showing a hint of interest.

"Han Fei? My teacher, Mr. Guanlan, once commented on the heroes of the world with Gu Ping. He mentioned Han Qing. I wonder if Han Qing would like to hear your teacher's evaluation of you?"

Hearing this, Han Fei saluted respectfully, and said in a calm tone:

"My lord, I would like to hear the details!"

Seeing his behavior, Ying Zheng nodded slightly, and said loudly:

"My master once said that all schools of thought in the world, including the Legalist school, should regard you as the most respected person. He said that you are a master of magical powers, and that you are an outstanding person who is rarely seen in a hundred years. I don't know if you think so?"

Hearing this, Han Fei felt a warm current in his heart, bowed again, and said respectfully:

"Mr. Guanlan's absurd praise, I really don't dare to be a minister!"

Ying Zheng waved his sleeves and said loudly:

"Han Qing's works are often studied alone, and the income is not small. Han Qing does not need to be too modest!"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the silent Mrs. Xiuli again, and raised his voice to ask:

"Han Qing, as my Great Qin Tingwei, is at ease, and I ask Han Qing to tell Yu Gu explicitly, what should be the crime for this slander?"

"This..."

Han Fei fell silent after hearing the words, looking at Mrs. Xiuli's red eyes, unable to answer for a long time.

"Oh? You don't know either!"

Ying Zheng looked at Han Fei's behavior and his face became dangerous.

Han Fei was shocked when he heard the words, and realized that the actions of the courtiers had aroused the fear of the new king. He frowned and said slowly:

"Prince Mingjian, according to the laws and regulations of the Great Qin, falsely accuse, and sit back!"

"False accusation?"

Ying Zheng heard the meaning of Han Fei's words, turned his head to look at Han Fei suddenly, stared at him firmly, and asked word by word:

"Han Qing, are you sure you are falsely accusing me of rebellion?"

Slander and false accusation are two completely different terms. Slander refers to fabricating facts to derogate reputation.

False accusation, on the other hand, refers to fabricating facts and framing them through public power.

These are two completely different concepts, and the methods of conviction are also completely different.

Han Fei naturally understood the meaning of the new king, took a deep breath, slowly prostrated himself on the ground, and said earnestly:

"Prince Mingjian, according to my Daqin law, it is indeed a false accusation to rebel, and I dare not lie in the slightest!"

Ying Zheng heard the words, took a deep look at Han Fei, and said slowly:

"Ting Wei is an important minister in charge of the criminal law of our Great Qin Dynasty, and he is also a famous legalist mentioned by his family teacher. I alone believe what Ting Wei said.

That being the case, let’s let go of today’s matter, and hope that Tingwei will not hesitate to learn in the future, and fill in the firewood for my Daqin legal system! "

After finishing speaking, ignoring the thankful Han Fei and the gloomy Mrs. Xiuli, they turned to look at the ministers and asked loudly:

"Gu has been at the border for a long time, specializing in the war of the six countries. Ten days ago, the six countries in Shandong sent envoys to ask for surrender, but Gu did not dare to take charge, so he hurried back to Xianyang.

It was only when I came here that I learned that my father passed away. I don't know if my father has a will? "

"There is an edict, my king has an edict!"

A shout came from outside the door, and Ying Zheng looked back in response, the sternness in his eyes flashed away, and he looked at the person indifferently, without saying a word.

The visitor was panting, and he didn't care about sweating profusely. He walked up to Ying Zheng in three steps at a time, saluted respectfully, and said in a trembling voice:

"Old minister, Lu Buwei has seen the prince!"

Chapter 232 Congratulations to Daqin for ten thousand years!

"Old minister Lu Buwei, I have seen the prince!"

In the mourning hall, the dusty Lu Buwei bowed down in front of Ying Zheng tremblingly, even his voice was tinged with tremors.

When Ying Zheng saw the person coming, his eyes flashed sharply, and he stared at him indifferently, without saying a word for a long time.

For a moment, everyone in the mourning hall didn't even dare to take a breath, and buried their heads low.

Lu Buwei bowed and bowed there, wisps of sweat slowly flowing down the gray and white bun, and his forehead was wet with sweat.

"Zhenger!"

In the mourning hall, Zhao Ji couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere, coupled with her old love with her old lover, she couldn't help but took two steps forward, and gently tugged at Ying Zheng's sleeve.

Although Zhao Ji considers herself Ying Zheng's birth mother, she still has "self-knowledge".

She knew that this son had no kinship with her at all, and all the tender feelings her son made were for everyone to see.

In contrast, Lu Buwei's relationship with himself is much closer than his relationship with his son.

If you rely on your son, although you will have the honor of being the Queen Mother in the future, you will depend on your son's face in everything. You have no feelings in the first place. Who knows how your son will treat you in the future?

If relying on Lu Buwei, firstly, Lu Buwei, as the Minister of Gu Ming, has great power, and secondly, they are old lovers, and entertaining people with sex is her specialty.

Under the balance, Zhao Ji would naturally lean towards Lu Buwei, which is understandable due to human nature.

"Oh! Concubine Mother!"

Seeing Zhao Ji's actions, Ying Zheng had a warm smile on his face, but hidden under the smile was his great disappointment with Zhao Ji.

He lost his father since he was a child, and his mother raised him. The role of mother really has an unusual meaning for him.

His biological mother, Zhao Ni, has always adhered to the way of chastity, even if life is difficult, she has always protected him and raised him to grow up healthily.

For his future, he even made the sacrifice of leaving his hometown and hiding his name!

It is precisely because of this strength that Ying Zheng has the courage to go to this unknown stage today.

His teacher's mother, sister Shanshi, is not only harmonious with the master and his wife, but also loves him the most as a disciple.

The three mistresses had no children, but they truly loved him as their own son. Not only did they take care of him in every possible way, but they also took on the responsibility of teaching him martial arts.

His whole body of martial arts was successfully practiced under the guidance of Mrs. Shanrou.

The influence of the two women on him is not small, which makes him full of expectations for the nominal biological mother.

But the reality dealt him a heavy blow. First, it was the rumor that Ying Zheng was not Zhao Ji's own birth, and then it was Lu Buwei's personal relationship with Zhao Ji.

Everything severely shattered his longing and fantasies for Zhao Ji.

If it's just that, then it's okay, the big deal is that it won't be able to help yourself, and it's good not to make trouble for yourself.

But what Zhao Ji did hit him straight in the face.

As soon as he dismissed Mrs. Xiuli as a slander, Zhao Ji stepped forward to intercede for Lu Buwei. This behavior was tantamount to stabbing him severely in the back.

Although Ying Zheng was smiling at this time, in his heart he wished to send this couple to the dog fight together.

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Ji quietly, and with a smile on his face, looked at the mother, and comforted him in a broad voice:

"Mother and concubine wait a moment, everything here will be handled by my son!"

After speaking, he looked at Zhao Ji with a smile, waiting for her reply.

Looking at her son's bottomless eyes, Zhao Ji stumbled on what she wanted to say and couldn't say it.

He smiled awkwardly, bowed his head back to the side, not daring to intervene.

Seeing that Zhao Ji had been settled, Ying Zheng breathed out lightly, looked back at Lu Buwei who was still prostrating there, and asked with a smile:

"Wen Xinhou?"

When Lu Buwei heard the question, his body tensed up, and he quickly said:

"The old minister is here!"

"The courtiers are all guarding the spirit of the father in the mourning hall, but the old Xiangbang is not seen, but they don't know what the old Xiangbang is doing?"

With a dangerous smile on Ying Zheng's face, he fixed his eyes on Lu Buwei, waiting for his explanation.

Hearing Ying Zheng's words, Lu Buwei took out a roll of silk from his bosom without even thinking about it, and without getting up, he handed it to Ying Zheng with both hands, and said respectfully:

"Prince Rong, the old minister heard that the prince returned to the palace, so he specially went to invite my king's edict, so he didn't stay here to guard the spirit of my king. I also ask the prince to forgive me!"

Hearing this, Ying Zheng frowned, and took a deep look at Lu Buwei, without further arguing with him, took two steps back, tidied up his clothes, prostrated himself on the ground with a solemn expression, and said respectfully:

"My son, the surname is Zhao, Zizheng, respectfully accept the imperial edict!"

Seeing this, Lu Buwei did not dare to neglect at all, and presented the edict to the three elders of the clan for inspection.

The three elders looked at each other, stepped forward to accept the edict, inspected it, nodded, held up the edict, and declared loudly:

"My royal decree:

The widow's illness is getting worse, and the disease is getting worse day by day. Now that she is dying, for Qin Qianqiu's plan, pass on the throne to the new king: