[Qin] Qin Shi

Ten years have passed since the first emperor's death that caused shocking changes in the world. As spring and autumn come, with the footprints of the Yanbei cavalry all over the Central Plains, the remaining forces of the six kingdoms have been cut down one after another.

Those families who participated in the coup d'état were counted one by one, and they were killed one after another, and even those who did not report the knowledge were implicated.Under such vigorous measures, the world quickly returned to its original peaceful appearance.

As Lord Yanbei's ruthless means and cold-blooded reputation spread across the world, the name of Qin Ershi became less and less obvious in comparison. The world only knew the name of Yanbei Lord's "regent". For this Qin Ershi who had just taken office But little is known about it.

"So, it's too much!" The young man poked the student's head, and angrily poured out all the thoughts in his heart to his companions, "This is really too much."

"Shhhhhhh!" One of the students sitting with him carefully looked around, "It's nothing more than talking about it, if someone else hears it, you don't want a future, and you want to die."

"What are you afraid of?" Another student smiled and opened the hand of the other party who wanted to cover the other party. "If tomorrow really comes to the door, none of you present will be able to escape. If you can escape—" His gaze swept over My classmates, omitted words are self-evident threats.

Then the topic changed: "However, there is no need for everyone to be so careful. As we get older today, Yanbei-jun's methods are not the same as before."

This is ten years ago, don't talk about Lord Yanbei, even if you want to involve the world, you have to think twice and be careful to keep your words in your throat, lest the walls have ears.And since the Ji Guan, even the little people like them can guess the turmoil in the Dao Chaotang when they look at the more open speeches these days.

"That's right, you people are too cowardly to even tell the truth. If everyone pretends to be a 'gentleman' like you all day long and just wants to protect themselves—this world is hopeless Steal the country, steal the country!" The third person shook his head, "As long as the regent is still the regent, then he is not the one who has the final say in this world."

"Qiaosong!" The young man who was walking with him felt more and more headaches, "Be careful." He really felt a headache for this classmate's unscrupulousness. It is better not to say what Ming said, or not to say it.

The young man called 'Qiaosong' shook his head: "That's right, what are you afraid of?"

"Who wouldn't be afraid?" The young man breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that no one was paying attention to them. "You are criticizing the regent..."

"Yanbei Lord!" Qiao Song interrupted him with a frown, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "He is not the regent!"

The young man choked for a moment when he was interrupted, completely unable to understand why his companion had been having trouble with this title all this time: "It's no different, you said that he didn't know why he didn't cover himself, what he did now What's the difference with the Regent."

Qiao Song's brows were twisted into a ball, obviously very upset.

"In short," the classmate skipped the topic, pointed to the sky with his index finger, "in today's world, what he said doesn't count, Regent, well, Yanbei Lord." In Qiaosong'I absolutely disagree' He changed his mouth under his gaze.

"Yanbei Jun is the one who has the final say. You see, when he said to burn Xianyang, didn't he drive all the people out of Xianyang and burn them all - so he wanted to kill you. It's as simple as lifting a finger."

Qiao Song muttered something.

The young man didn't hear clearly, but it didn't matter: "Maybe that person has to please the regent. I haven't seen the birthday banquets in recent years, which are grander than the king's. I have seen it with my own eyes. The birthday gift is a box The one who carried the box into the mansion, and the one who connected with the imperial decree did not bring it in front of him, which shows how arrogant he is."

"It doesn't take a lot of effort from the people just to rebuild it," another person interrupted the conversation, "Although the fire was simple, but my father said that thanks to that fire, after the old city was bulldozed, Xianyang moved a hundred miles north. While re-enclosing the new capital and re-planning the streets, many unidentified people were screened out."

While talking, he pointed to the west: "Now the old site seems to have been changed to a training ground for the Imperial Guard?"

"Well, it's barely a good thing." The other person thought for a while, "But the Xianyang Palace was the capital of the Great Qin Dynasty for a hundred years, and as a courtier, he burned it as soon as he said it, which shows how rampant it has become."

Qiao Song bit his lower lip, he seemed to want to refute, but he stopped his movements.

However, this obviously opened up a new topic about Lord Yanbei: "Don't mention anything else, just say that a small country in the south came to court a few days ago, and the things they brought were directly sent to the palace. That His Majesty may not even have a box. I don’t know what’s inside, so let’s put it in the warehouse directly.”

What happened to Lord Yanbei is really a topic that will never fade when students travel: "The envoy who came to deliver the things has not left the capital yet quietly Silently sending people to directly destroy their country, this method, tsk tsk."

"It's just a congratulatory gift," Qiao Song looked down at the cup in his hand, and at his pale fingers holding the quilt, "If he wants it, as long as he wins it, even Daqin will have the territory, and he doesn't care about them." Is it possible to make offerings?"

"Qiaosong!" said the young man, and when he realized that there was no one around him, he lost much respect. "Which faction do you belong to?" He is the one who is bad at Beijun, and he is the one who speaks from Yanbeijun's standpoint.

"Back then and then, where do we believe in the etiquette teachings of the people of the Central Plains? The so-called king is not joking. With his actions, how can we have any 'credibility' in the future? I don't know when the late emperor was—"

"Cough!" This time it was Qiaosong's turn to interrupt.

The young man also immediately realized what he just said, his face turned pale, he looked around carefully like a thief, and after confirming that there was no one else except their classmates, he moved his head to Daoqiao's side: "Listen They said that the tomb of the first emperor was finally sealed."

Hashimatsu nodded.

"Are you not curious?" the young man gossiped, "For so many years, even moving mountains and building forests, I heard that a large area has been circled to the east of Xianyang, and it has been guarded by Yanbei's army all these years. Don't say it People, not even a rabbit was put in, after the unblocking, there are good things to see, there is nothing but mountains and trees.”

Qiao Song looked up at his classmates in the same college: "Are you curious?"

"Hey, who is not curious about the Mausoleum of the First Emperor." He showed a trace of longing, "I heard that there is an elixir of life buried there."

"...the elixir of life?" Qiao Song looked strange, "If there is such a thing, the late emperor can still do it." After a pause, "Death?"

The young man didn't notice his classmate's strange pause. He was caught in his own thoughts, and continued following Qiaosong's words: "Maybe it didn't arrive. If there is no good thing, can it take so long to build?"

Qiao Song said perfunctorily, maybe.

Is moving mountains and digging pits and flat land afforestation counted?

I think of the description from my friend that "the east of Xianyang was originally a mound, and 20 mu of potholes were dug out, and then filled into mountains", and the structure diagram of the mausoleum that he saw by chance - [-] years while suppressing chaos, while building Looking at the new capital, it turns out that Deadline is an existence capable of creating miracles.

"But you said, this Quan Yu is so good?" Between glasses of wine, the young man asked his classmate suspiciously, "I heard that he was also a general who intimidated one side when he was young, and he has never seen him even in foreign wars for more than ten years." I left Xianyang. I don’t know if after so many years of good wine and good meat, it’s also a big belly, and it looks like it can’t even ride a horse.”

Qiao Song laughed, he was not very interested in this topic, so he raised his wine glass and changed the subject.As the invisible leader among the crowd, the topic of whether Lord Yanbei was still as brave as before was quickly dismissed, and no one mentioned it anymore.

After digging out all the information he wanted from his drinking buddy, the young man named Qiaosong bid farewell to him, shook the embroidered bag in his hand, and walked along the bustling market towards the East Market. He looked like an ordinary person who went out to play. He ran into two or three friends on the road and stopped to chat.

Let’s chat a few words about life in recent days, from rice, rice, vinegar and salt to wives, children, parents and elders, and bid farewell to each other calmly, biting the cake in hand and continuing to wander around, as if enjoying life so uncomfortable.

Until he touched the slightly dilapidated wooden door, he pushed the door naturally and entered.

Occasionally, I stopped, stopped in front of the booth, carefully watched the works of folk craftsmen, pestered the other party to tell their own stories, and left the booth reluctantly until the other party came, and followed the direction of the flow of people. It will also turn back to the old street and continue to wander aimlessly.

It wasn't until he was sure that there was really no one following behind him that he stepped into the alley, groped around to the slightly dilapidated wooden door, pushed it open and entered.

It was a somewhat dilapidated door, and the wooden door that only allowed two people to enter side by side was obviously the back door of someone's courtyard.When he first entered the courtyard, his goal was the withered dark yellow weeds and horizontal trees. The small courtyard seemed to have been deserted for a long time, but Qiaosong knew that since he stepped into the alley, he had already been pushed on top of him by someone.

He shook the cloth bag in his hand, hooked his index finger with the string and twirled it twice in the air: "Where is your master?" He asked into the air, "You're still stuck in the study, right? "

He seemed to be talking to himself, and the yard still looked bleak, but the silence after talking to himself was the best answer.

The bridge is loose, along the wall, stepping on the wall on the ground and scattered on the ground, as if the irregular stones went around and passed through the yard.He put the bag embroidered with bamboo and cypress in his hand casually to his waist, restrained his idle appearance outside, and strode across the dilapidated small courtyard as a blindfold, passed through the small gate of the other courtyard, and broke into the beautiful tree. , in a real garden where strange flowers sparkle.