Daqin: Zulong faked his death, and I amputated the beauties in the harem

The rest of the people just changed some guards and seized some food, why should they be killed?

Isn't the merit they have done not worth this bit of food?

"Ying Jia, do you dare to kill me? I am the Great Qin Tingwei, and His Majesty worships me as one of the nine ministers. I just have a good personal relationship with some people from the six countries, and I have some private letters. Does this mean that I am collaborating with the enemy and treason?"

"Ying Jia, we are the court officials personally selected by His Majesty. You are just a supervisor of the country, and you have not yet taken the position of the successor of the Great Qin Dynasty. How dare you touch me?"

"Ying Jia, aren't you afraid that people in the world will accuse you of being a tyrant?"

Hearing this, Ying Jia smiled softly.

Lu Bing had already prepared, and asked his subordinates to directly carry the tiger-head guillotine into the main hall.

Without further ado, he dragged Zhao Gao's henchmen to the front of the tiger's head.

Is this Yingjia really going to kill people in the hall?Isn't this killing chickens and monkeys?

All of a sudden, the civil and military officials panicked.

"Li Xiang, help me, we have worked together for many years, and you are the prime minister of the Great Qin Dynasty, so you let the twelve sons kill people at will?"

"Feng Xiang, I have respected many sons over the years, you can't just leave him alone."

"General, General, I used to be your subordinate, please intercede with the Twelve Young Masters."

Feng Xiang and Li Xiang turned their heads away, not wanting to say a word for these people at all.

Feng Quji gritted his teeth even more, you did something wrong and still want to hook up with my son?There is really no cure.

After all, he was his former subordinate, Wang Ben didn't want to watch him die in front of his eyes, and was about to step forward to say something.

However, it was too late.

"Pfft..."

In the next second, blood dripped and the head fell to the ground.

"Pfft..."

"Pfft..."

Blood flows into a river.

At the end, everyone was pale and terrified.

In the hall, apart from the sound of blood gushing, it was eerily quiet.

The civil and military officials couldn't bear to watch, turned their heads and closed their eyes tightly, showing a painful expression.

Ying Jia was still sitting on it, with a calm expression on his face, and a smile on his lips.

"Zhao Gao's party has dealt with it cleanly."

"Lu Bing, you still have a lot of things to do. All the civil and military officials have to check it out. You can't miss a single person, understand?"

Lu Bing quickly clasped his fists and said, "Your subordinate obeys."

"Boom! Boom!"

Hearing Ying Jia's words, some people already staggered and couldn't stand, and finally passed out on the ground.

Ying Jia caressed the folds on the clothes, and said in a relaxed tone:

"From today onwards, I will go to court every day, and my two maidservants will also be brought close to me."

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Chapter 32 The Great Qin's Unique Tyrant!

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Yingjia's relaxed tone reached everyone's ears as if a knife had been put on their necks.

Everyone was thinking in their hearts: This will be the only tyrant in Great Qin!

The explosive behavior of other kings is nothing to Yingjia.

If the Twelve Young Masters were to become the king of Daqin one day, then Daqin wouldn't be able to last long.

Daqin died just after passing through the second generation, and he was afraid that he would be ridiculed by the people of the world.

However, in the bloody hall, no one dared to stand up, even breathing became cautious.

"Everyone, don't be nervous, I just want to ask everyone for their opinions."

"Who came here just now? Said that my son violated the Daqin's etiquette, yes! I, Daqin, is in charge of the etiquette. Why don't you say it now?"

"Fengchang, can you say that I want to change two rules of etiquette?"

After finishing speaking, Ying Jia raised her head and stared at Feng Chang like an eagle.

Feng Chang was startled suddenly, his body trembled uncontrollably.

Then there was a "plop", and Feng Chang fell to the ground, his face pale.

May I?

Is this asking for his opinion?

The Twelve Young Masters didn't even care about the rules of etiquette formulated by the first emperor, wouldn't it be reasonable to change two rules of etiquette?

"Old Feng Chang is afraid that he is old and in poor health. I just asked his opinion and fainted."

"Come here, hurry up and help Fengchang go down to rest."

"I won't use it in the future. Let's recuperate at home. I, Daqin, don't need to be in charge of etiquette anymore."

"Li Xiang, my son wants to set up a Ministry of Rites, which is mainly responsible for the management of etiquette and law. I also want to encourage our Daqin officials to love the people, which is conducive to the unity of the world. I will tell you in detail in two days."

Li Si hurriedly saluted and said, "I would like to obey your order."

"If you have no opinions, let's talk about the business."

After finishing speaking, Ying Jia shook his sleeves and put away his smile.

Ying Jia was about to start when he heard another "plop".

It turned out that the official who said that the maidservant could not go to court fell down.

Just now, he directly killed the minister in front of everyone, isn't that considered a serious matter?So what counts as business?

It turns out that in the past 20 years, Gong Zijia has not only been ignorant and inexperienced, but also a bloodthirsty person.

This method is comparable to King Zhou of Shang!

Sooner or later, Da Qin will end in the hands of Young Master Jia.

Although the ministers thought so in their hearts, no one dared to speak out.

Yingjia continued as if nothing happened:

"Since I was in charge of the country, my son has discovered that there are some inadequacies in the laws of the Great Qin. It is better to abolish the old laws and draft a new one. What do you think?"

what!

Repeal the old law?

Draft new laws?

Once upon a time, Shang Yang carried out reforms and was finally divided into pieces by five horses.

This time, let alone those ministers with unclean hands, even the important ministers of the Great Qin Dynasty couldn't help it.

"Twelve sons, reforming the law is a major event. If you are not careful, you will be forever lost. Besides, the law of the ancestors has not been problematic until now, so there must be no reform."

"Daqin has always ruled the country by law. It believes that Confucianism is not conducive to the stability of Daqin. This is why it is necessary to abolish hundreds of schools. You have not seen the form of Daqin clearly, and reform is not feasible yet."

"Could it be that the young master thinks that the laws that His Majesty has followed to this day are wrong?"

Yingjia killed the chickens to scare the monkeys, so the crowd naturally didn't dare to say anything, after all, the knife was not on their necks, and those people really made a mistake.

Now it's about to change.

Several important officials of the three dynasties could no longer tolerate it.

As long as it is a reform, it will inevitably threaten the interests of nobles like them.

Those who stepped forward to stop Yingjia were afraid that their own interests would be threatened, and they used Yingzheng's residual prestige to suppress Yingjia.

Ying Jia remembered those who blocked him.

Some people who really thought about Daqin also stood up.

Among them was Shangqing Mengyi.

"Twelve sons, the Great Qin ruled the country according to the law, and now there are hundreds of schools of thought arguing endlessly. Since you want to reform, I don't know which school's theory should be used as the foundation?"

"We are not preventing you from doing things. As long as you can persuade the whole court, the reform may be gradually implemented."

Meng Yi spoke from the bottom of his heart, he was convinced by Ying Jia's thoughts yesterday, since Ying Jia finished talking about the reform, he naturally has his reasons.

However, these words are good strategies in the eyes of everyone.

This method is good, Meng Yi deserves to be the Great Qin Shangqing.

The twelve sons have nothing to do all day, and how many ancient books they have read, I am afraid that no one from all schools of thought knows.

And the court is full of well-known civil servants from the Great Qin Dynasty, so Ying Jia is nothing.

He can say that he supervises the country and kills whoever he wants, but cultural thinking is something invisible and intangible. If there is no ink in his stomach, he will definitely lose.

Haha!

How can a reckless young man compare to the civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty?Even if he randomly pulls out a general, Ying Jia may not be able to match him.

So, some people quickly echoed:

"What Shangqing said is very true. Twelve sons, if you can persuade us, we will naturally not hinder this reform."

"That's right, if the Twelve Young Masters can't explain why, then don't blame me for blocking it."

Hearing this, Ying Jia twitched her lips.

"Since my son proposes a reform, he is naturally confident."

"Just now you also saw the end of disobeying me, do you want to debate it?"

"Hey, it seems that the people killed just now are not enough."

As he spoke, Ying Jia looked at His Highness' civil and military officials with cold eyes.

Immediately, the speaking minister's hands trembled.

Ying Jia is ruthless, do they really want such a tyrant to debate etiquette?

Facing the cold eyes, several timid civil servants were immediately frightened, their heads were lowered and their eyes were erratic.

If it was an ordinary person, Ying Jia would kill him casually. For an important official like Meng Yi, he still can't do anything recklessly.

"now that……"

Suddenly, the twelve sons' eyes softened.

"Since you all have opinions, I can't kill you all. In the end, it's my son who is in trouble."

"Then tell you why I want to change the law."

"Mo Yu, show them some important classics."

After a while, Mo Yu distributed some bamboo slips recording the thoughts of a hundred schools of thought to Meng Yi and others.

Everyone took the bamboo slips and looked through them carefully, and then looked at each other.

"What are the circles on the bamboo slips? It seems that these words seem to be more understandable."

Mo Yu immediately rolled his eyes.

"The circled dots are punctuation marks, which I don't know. How dare you debate etiquette like a young man? It's ridiculous."

Chapter 33

Zhangtai Palace.

Everyone looked at the bamboo slips in amazement.