Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

"Let them go over to eat first."

"Untie the ropes."

Fusu couldn't bear it, and told the military leader.

"Your Highness, untie the rope..."

"This is Xianyang, I don't worry about it, what else are you worried about?"

"promise."

At Fusu's insistence, the ropes that bound the prisoners were opened.

As soon as the order to eat was issued, countless people frantically rushed forward, and they were not suppressed until the soldiers pressed each other with spears and knives.

Not long after, servants from Yichun Palace came over carrying baskets, distributed pottery bowls to each prisoner, and ordered them to line up to receive the food.

Accompanied by Song Mo, Chen Qing walked around the cooking camp.

It's beyond words!

It's not that he wants to bury people, but the scene in front of him is exactly the same as feeding pigs!

As soon as the hot porridge was put into the bowl, the prisoner couldn't wait to pour it into his mouth.

Even if he was burned to the point of pain and coughed, he was not willing to let go.

After finishing the porridge, some people licked the clay bowl until the rice soup at the bottom of the bowl was wiped clean.

With more than 40 cauldrons, it is obviously difficult to feed 2 people at one time.

Fusu was not stingy with food either, and ordered his men to keep adding water and rice so that the prisoners would take turns to eat.

After working for more than two hours, the bellies of most prisoners were bulging.

They sat by the campfire reluctant to leave, stroking their bellies with satisfaction, and showing rare smiles on their faces.

"Get up!"

"His Royal Highness wants to lecture, so be honest!"

"Hold the bowl!"

The soldiers reappeared and drove the prisoners out onto the road.

Tens of thousands of people, boundless and shoreless.

Twenty thousand prisoners gathered together, and the scene was spectacular.

Fusu stood on the carriage and looked around with complicated emotions.

"I am the crown prince of the Great Qin Dynasty."

Before the words were finished, the prisoners obediently knelt down and kowtowed in disorder.

"Come on, give me a drink."

When Fusu gave an order, a strong man immediately carried the wine jar and filled the pottery bowls of the prisoners with wine.

"liquor!"

"It's really wine!"

"This is……"

The prisoners were both excited and terrified, holding the pottery bowls in their hands as if they were holding a hot potato.

Didn't the court want to let them go home?

This……

Could it be a meal with a severed head?

"Your Highness."

Chen Qing carried a small jar and filled Fusu's bowl with wine.

When the eyes of the two sides intersected, he nodded at each other.

"The past and the past are gone."

"Now that the six countries no longer exist, you are all citizens of Great Qin."

"I don't want to mention all the things in the past."

"Just a glass of dirty wine to end this grievance with you."

Fusu held up his wine bowl: "No matter who you have worked for in the past, if you are willing to return to your hometown, each of you will be given a hundred catties of corn, and the imperial court will issue a document to send you home."

"If the family has nothing to worry about and doesn't know where to go, I am willing to take them in and give them food and clothing."

"After drinking this wine, it is a complete break with the past."

"Life is impermanent, please do it and cherish it."

After speaking, Fusu picked up the wine bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

Tens of thousands of prisoners stared at him blankly, as if they had been hit by a spell of immobilization.

"Cough cough."

Standing beside Fusu, Chen Qing said loudly: "Everyone, you still have nostalgia for the Six Kingdoms? If His Royal Highness hadn't resisted all the arguments, how could you be where you are today?"

"Criminals dare not!"

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your great kindness!"

"Little man... I never expected to come back alive."

Many prisoners bowed their heads and could not help but burst into tears.

Among them, the oldest one is 50 to [-] years old, with gray hair.

The younger ones were also in their early twenties, and they hadn't reached the weak crown when they were drafted into the army.

Wars were fought, and they also became prisoners in a daze, and then they were sent to the north, never to return.

"Thank you, His Royal Highness, for the grace of rebuilding."

A disheveled old prisoner fell into the bowl with tears, and then slowly swallowed the dirty wine mixed with tears.

"Because several people returned from the battle, the general's white hair conscripted his husband's tears."

Chen Qing sighed.

Fusu nodded with a heavy heart.

"Your Highness..."

"The offender is from Chu. At the age of 32, he was forcibly conscripted by the head of the village."

"The family has long starved to death, Your Highness please take them in."

A crippled prisoner with white temples, walked up to his knees, begging pitifully.

"The young one is also from Chu. His parents died early. Please take him in with His Highness."

Fusu was sent to the Northland Supervising Army for offending the First Emperor.

His good reputation is also widely spread among prisoners and civilian husbands.

It's just that Fusu couldn't protect himself at that time, so he could only do his best to make life easier for these poor people.

Especially the prisoners who were born in Chu.

Qin and Chu have been married for generations, and Fusu's biological mother is the Chu royal family.

Because of this, the soldiers guarding the prisoners were more tolerant of the prisoners of Chu.

Hearing that Fusu was willing to take them in, someone immediately stood up.

"Old Mo."

Out of the corner of Chen Qing's eye, he spotted Song Mo's abnormal expression, and suddenly turned his head away.

"grown ups."

The panic on Song Mo's face disappeared in a flash, and he quickly bowed to salute.

"Is the person from Chu who ordered you to assassinate me?"

Chen Qing looked at him closely, and said with certainty.

"grown ups!"

Song Mo suddenly raised his head, showing a flustered expression.

"Could it be the surname Xiang?"

Chen Qing took a deep breath and asked.

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"My lord, don't ask me any more."

"A certain family has been favored by others. Although they have turned away from the dark and turned to the bright, they will not do anything ungrateful anyway."

Song Mo lowered his head deeply, his eyes unconsciously aimed at the sword at his waist.

If Chen Qing insisted on forcing him to name the main messenger, he could only draw his sword and kill himself in order to fulfill his loyalty.

"no……"

Chen Qing rubbed his chin and muttered to himself.

Song Mo raised his head in shock.

He didn't say anything!

"Whatever you look at, your thoughts are written all over your face."

"Since you don't want to say it, I won't embarrass you."

"Besides, the person dealing with you may not be the mastermind behind the scenes."

Chen Qing waved his hand impatiently and sent Song Mo away.

"Chu people?"

He has always been cautious, has never been to Chu, and has never offended the nobles of the old dynasty of Chu.

Why would someone want to kill him for no reason?

"It stands to reason that even if Xiang Yu wants to kill him, it should be..."

Chen Qing couldn't help turning his head to look at Fusu's back.

Surrounded by the howling prisoners of Chu State, he kept saying words of comfort with compassion, and his body seemed to be covered with a savior-like brilliance.

"Fu Su is not dead, Xiang Yu took the lead to rebel?"

Chen Qing couldn't help but said with emotion.

The love and hatred between Qin and Chu could not be explained clearly for three days and three nights.

The two countries have been married for 21 generations, which is much closer than the so-called 'Qin and Jin'.

So after Qin destroyed Chu, Chu people felt resentful of being stabbed in the back by their brothers.

Although there are three households in Chu, it is clear that Chu must die in Qin Dynasty.

However, what is ironic is that the sage in the hearts of the people of Chu is Fusu, the eldest son of the first emperor.

He has the blood of the Chu royal family, and his reputation of being lenient and caring for the people resounds across the country.

As for Xiang Yu, he is only from a family of generals, not to mention being stubborn and domineering, with a notorious reputation, how can he be compared with Fusu?

"Humph."

"No matter who you are, if you play such a shameful business with me, I'm afraid you've found the wrong person!"

Chen Qing's eyes were cold.

What about the Overlord of Western Chu?

I have never troubled you, how dare you jump out on your own initiative?