my grandfather was qin shi huang

This is an important border area, and the Huns are watching eagerly outside.

Wang Ben, who had just arrived, did not dare to relax in the slightest. It would be called aggrieved and cowardly if the Huns were to seize the opportunity and wait for an opportunity to attack several villages and towns.

Throughout the New Year, he led people around to visit and express condolences to the soldiers stationed at the border fortress.

Fusu, on the other hand, took a few people and rushed to Qingshipi in the west of the city.

Qingshipi is a village named after a huge bluestone at the entrance of the village.

Different from the previous villages where families gathered together, the composition of the residents in this village was very complex. They were Han slaves who had been rescued intermittently from the surrounding Xiongnu tribes over the years when Meng Tian was stationed in Shangjun.

Most of these people were poor people who had lost their families. After being rescued by Meng Tian's army, they became homeless and were resettled by Meng Tian and the governor of Shangjun on the land west of the city.

I finally have a place to settle down.

Many of this group of people live together temporarily, but everyone is a hard-working person, and they know how to cherish their current life. Although they are miserable, they are finally stable.

Fusu had a kind-hearted nature, so after learning about this situation, he often ran this way.

With manpower, he helped the lonely elderly people in the village repair their houses and sent some food to the unattended children in the village. Sometimes when he had free time, he would even go to the fields himself to help some families who lacked labor plow the fields and clean ditches.

As time passed, the local people lost their initial fear, and even some children affectionately called him the eldest son.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. After performing sacrifices with the county guard, Fusu declined the invitation to the banquet, asked his attendants to prepare some food, and quietly left his residence and came here.

"Young Master is kind, but there are too many people suffering in the world. You can't help like this..."

An accompanying old man wearing a silk robe and a bamboo crown glanced at the eldest son Fusu on horseback and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Fusu was stunned for a moment and nodded dully.

"Su is stupid, but his ability is limited, so he can only help one person at a time—"

Having said this, he shook his head gently.

"I can't stand by and turn a blind eye. I know that I won't achieve anything like this, and I won't be able to play a big role, but there are some things that must be done after all - this way I can feel better..."

The old man wearing a silk robe and a bamboo crown looked at the kind-hearted young master with gentle eyes, and his expression became more and more respectful.

Fusu is such a person. He is gentle and polite all day long. Sometimes he is even a little pedantic in his actions, but he always has a unique charm that makes people convinced and admired, and they are willing to follow him.

One afternoon, Fusu led his people to visit the people in the village door to door and gave some food and clothes to the widows and widowers. It wasn't until it got late that he hurried back to Shangjun with his people.

But after returning to the small courtyard where he lived, he had been restless and unable to sleep.

In the middle of the night, he simply got up, picked up a scroll of bamboo slips, and read at night.

The sky in Shangjun is wider than Xianyang, with stars dotted like the Milky Way upside down, covering the wilderness and the solitary lamp in Mr. Fusu's room.

The lights flickered and the stars were like beans.

The New Year has passed, and the weather has become increasingly cold and desolate.

It wasn't until the sky was getting dark and a hint of fish belly white appeared in the east that Fusu finally felt a hint of sleepiness and put on his clothes and lay down.

The maid waiting outside quietly helped him blow out the lights and cover him with the quilt.

……

But today's Shangjun is destined to be unable to remain peaceful.

Just after dawn, there was a rapid sound of horse hoofbeats outside the city gate. The horse's hoofbeats paused for a moment outside the city gate. After checking the talisman, they went straight to the governor's house.

Soon, the entire county governor's mansion was in alarm.

Sheriff Yan's face was ashen and he stood up in a hurry. While sending someone to notify General Wang Bi, he left in person and found Fusu who had just fallen asleep.

"Young master, something bad happened."

Regardless of Fusu's tired look, Sheriff Yan looked more serious than ever.

"There is another prophecy over there at Qingshi Pi——"

Fusu was still a little sleepy at first, but when he heard the two words of prophecy, he suddenly became excited and all his sleepiness disappeared!

In the 35th year of the First Emperor's reign, there was a hint of prophecy.

Meteorites fell from the sky in Dongjun County. One of the meteorites was engraved with several large characters - The First Emperor died and the earth was divided.

Under the laws of the Qin Dynasty, no one dared to hide this kind of thing at all, so from the corps commander to Li Zheng, and from Li Zheng to the pavilion chief, and then to the counties, they were delivered quickly one level at a time. Coming up, it was quickly passed to the First Emperor.

The First Emperor was furious and ordered people to conduct door-to-door inspections.

However, no one confessed, and no one in the local area could tell the origin of the stone. So the First Emperor was furious and killed all the people around the stone.

Rivers of blood flowed, and the village was completely reduced to ghosts!

Therefore, when they heard the news, everyone was shocked in their hearts. Soon the young master Fusu, the general Wang Ben, and the county governor Yan all gathered at Qingshi outside Qingshipi.

The atmosphere was oppressive and silent.

The corps commander, Li Zheng, and the village elder all stood tremblingly in front of these noble people, their faces pale and their expressions frightened.

Fu Su, Wang Bi and Yan looked at the big characters on the bluestone in front of them, their faces looked heavy and scary.

"This year the First Emperor dies, and after death the land will be divided."

A few simple and upright seal scripts.

It was not carved, but seemed to have grown overnight.

"Have you noticed anything unusual or heard anything?"

Fusu called Wu Zhang, Li Zheng and the village elder to him and asked him personally.

Seeing that it was Fusu, the three old men felt a little more at ease, and the older Li Zheng came out and said.

"According to Lu, who got up to collect firewood in the morning, he saw white mist rising from a distance around [-] o'clock. He was frightened and did not dare to go check. He waited until daybreak before reporting to Wu Changchai.

"After receiving Lu's report, the villain rushed to check with several villagers, and then quickly informed the village chief..."

Wu Changchai, the dark-skinned person on the left, quickly added.

Fusu took a deep breath and signaled them not to be nervous, and then personally called Lu over to inquire carefully, but nothing was gained.

Lu was also a Han who was rescued from the Xiongnu. Because he had grown up as a Xiongnu, he didn’t even know his own name. He was frightened and his speech was incoherent. It was because Fusu was familiar with them that he slowly came up with something coherent. Come.

But there is no useful information.

The results of the investigation were a bit strange, as if these eleven characters were shaped by his own appearance.

Fusu's heart couldn't help but slowly sink, and Wang Bi and Yan's expressions became extremely ugly.

Yan sighed and waved his hand, and hundreds of soldiers immediately swarmed up and controlled all the people in Qingshipi on the spot. Then they divided their hands and headed towards the neighboring villages.

Before the matter is found out, no one in the nearby villages can escape suspicion.

Fusu opened his mouth several times to speak, but then swallowed it back.

Because if something like this happened, neither General Wang Ben, nor Sheriff Yan, nor any of the officials accompanying him would give him this accommodation.

If this matter is not handled well, it will be a serious matter that will cause everyone to lose their heads.

No one dares to hide anything, and no one dares to show favors, even if he is the eldest son who is the supervisor of the army.

The news was reported to Xianyang as soon as possible.

Including Fusu, Wang Bi and Yan, all the officials in Shangjun were mobilized, going from house to house, conducting detailed inspections, hoping to find any clues.

However, it was a busy day.

Everyone gathered together with heavy faces, without any valuable discoveries.

Fusu's heart slowly sank to the bottom.

The lessons learned from Dongjun are still vivid in our minds. The bloodstains of those villagers have not even dried yet. Will tragedy happen here again?

No results were found, and no one dared to hide it.

Fusu's eyes were bloodshot, but he could only watch the [-]-mile-fast horse galloping out of the governor's mansion and away.

……

Ganquan Palace.

Looking at the letter sent by Fusu, the First Emperor threw it to the tables aside with a calm expression, and there was no emotion or anger in his tone.

"I went to Shangjun. After all, I have made some progress. This time, I didn't even preach to me——"

Hei, standing aside with his sleeves rolled up, smiled.

"Even Chunyu Yue and other stubborn old men have turned around. There is no way for someone as talented and intelligent as the eldest son to lead to evil..."

The First Emperor shook his head, too lazy to think about this anymore.

In the past, I was still looking forward to it, hoping that one day, the eldest son of the emperor would repent, but now there is no such urgency.

He turned around and looked at Hei, the manager of Heibingtai.

"A few days ago, didn't you say you already had some clues? What's going on now? There's news about the person who wrote that letter - after this year, Ying'er will be 16 years old. When it's time to open the mansion, There should be a decent teacher around to teach him how to read..."

Hei heard that Emperor Shihuang asked about this, and his face suddenly looked a little strange.

"I was about to report back to Your Majesty. Our people have traced the source of the cloth - it came from the eldest son's house..."

When the First Emperor heard this, he was startled and his expression was full of astonishment.

"That man is hiding in the eldest son's house - right next to Ying'er..."

After checking for a long time, it turned out to be dark under the lamp!

That expert is hiding next to his grandson——

"Don't alarm him first. Check the handwriting carefully to see whose hand it is..."

An interested smile appeared on the Emperor's face.

I don’t know what kind of expression he would have when I suddenly stood next to him.

……

With Chen Ping, it is really much more convenient.

Not to mention anything else, but just polishing his article "Forging the Soul of the Army", he is infinitely better than himself. He really has something, and as soon as Zhao Ying said what he meant, the thing was straightened out.

Zhao Ying didn't do much research on classics, but at least with his current level of jealousy, it was really good, even better than he imagined.

By accepting this Chen Ping, you have found a treasure.

"Yes, yes, I do have a few brushes. I will probably open a mansion this year. You can stay with me and be a secretary from now on -"

When Chen Ping heard this, he bowed excitedly and saluted.

"I am willing to do my best for you—"

Zhao Ying smiled and nodded.

"There's nothing I need your help with at home. From tomorrow on, you can follow me to the army—"

After speaking, Zhao Ying looked Chen Ping up and down.

"Can you master the six arts?"

"Li, Yue, and Shu are acceptable, shooting, imperialism, and calligraphy are the next best -"

Zhao Ying nodded.

"Let's train with the new recruits first. Can you do it?"

"Yes, I will definitely live up to the high expectations of the young master——"

Chen Ping looked back at Zhao Ying without hesitation. It was obvious that the young master was testing himself and giving him a chance to prove himself. However, he was living in Xianyang and even went hungry. Wasn't this the opportunity he was waiting for? ?

In the morning, Chen Ping packed up his small parcel, rode the war horse that Zhao Ying had just given him, and happily went to the military camp.

Zhao Ying looked at the copied "Forging the Soul of the Army" with a satisfied smile in his eyes.

Looking at the sky, it was almost noon, so I simply set off and walked directly to Ganquan Palace.

Whether this information for forging military souls in the army can be used depends on what the First Emperor says. It would be very dangerous to rashly engage in such ideological things without the permission of the First Emperor.

Even if he is the emperor's eldest grandson, he is no exception.

When he walked to Xianyang Palace, the First Emperor was lying on a rocking chair, swaying slowly while basking in the sun through the window lattice.

Zhao Gao, the commander of the CRRC, was holding several memorials and was reporting to the First Emperor respectfully.

Hearing Zhao Ying's familiar footsteps, the First Emperor couldn't help but smile, and casually waved to Zhao Gao. Zhao Gao bowed and retreated very wisely.

Since having this young master, I have been rejected more and more often.

Zhao Gao secretly glanced at the tall and handsome young master Ying, and immediately lowered his eyes silently. In fact, Zhao Gao himself was an outstanding handsome man, with majestic appearance, excellent swordsmanship, and serious and rigorous work, which was why he was loved by the First Emperor.

But even he had to sigh that this emperor's eldest grandson really had a good skin.

"Ying'er, come here and talk to the eldest father--"

Zhao Ying very wisely moved a small chair and sat next to the First Emperor. He stretched out his hand and helped the First Emperor gently knead his temples. The First Emperor closed his eyes slightly in comfort.

"After this New Year, you will be sixteen now - you are an adult. You will open a mansion in a few days -"

When Zhao Ying heard this, he felt happy. Although he was now deeply loved by the First Emperor, opening a mansion and not opening a mansion were two completely different concepts.

If he doesn't open a mansion, he will always be the young master Ying. If he opens a mansion, he will be the champion general Zhao Ying!

He officially has the qualifications to recruit customers, and also has the authority to accept the fate of low-level officials.

He didn't hide his feelings at all and nodded happily.

"Thank you, Dad——"

Seeing that the child was so happy that he could hardly close his mouth, the First Emperor couldn't help but laugh and curse.

"You're a worthless thing, how big of a deal is it, and you're so happy..."

Zhao Ying didn't take it seriously and continued to enjoy himself.

"By the way, I'm sixteen, and it's time to get a wife. I'll help you figure out a marriage in a few days..."

As the First Emperor spoke, he glanced at him with a half-smile.

Zhao Ying blinked.

"Are you talking about sister Wang Nan? I think it's OK——"

The First Emperor was immediately amused by him.

This brat has been coveting that girl for a long time. He couldn't tell. He didn't say anything just now, but he was just teasing the brat. Sure enough, the brat couldn't help teasing her, and after a little probing, he revealed his fox tail.