Chaotic Qin

Han Fei didn't believe what Mr. Zi Chu said.

He is still living in the inner courtyard of the deep palace. Not to mention that his body has not suffered any injuries, even after treatment, he is not afraid of bumping into the beauties in the harem. As a Korean prince, who would dare to let him go around?

But the doubt in Han Fei's heart was quickly eliminated by Qin Zichu himself.

"Young Master Fei, let's go, do you still want to stay here? This is not a place for men to live." A servant whispered in Han Fei's ear with sarcasm, rudely The little luggage he carried was directly rolled into a ball and stuffed into the box.

Today, they are going to remove the Xianyang Palace and go to the Yangong Palace.

Han Fei glanced at the servant, unwilling to talk to him at all.

He knew very well why the servant still dared to shout at him after Mr. Zi Chu ordered him to do so.

The group of servants all felt that he had a stutter, so they looked at him with the attitude of looking at pigs and cows waiting to be slaughtered.

Such and such, how can there be the slightest respect.

Han Fei put away the scrolls of letters brought to Qin with gentle movements. After losing his noble status, the books became his last companions.

These few days of lonely life made Han Fei even more excited about the idea of ​​writing a book.

He raised his eyes to look at the courtyard that was full of spring but seemed endlessly empty, with a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

"A good bird chooses a tree to live in" is really a terrible curse.

Even if Mr. Zheng Guo's feelings for South Korea are extremely deep, he can't resist a man's crazy pursuit of his career.

For Mr. Zheng Guo, it is his lifelong wish to leave a canal that will be famous and benefit the future.

South Korea is weak, and now it is subjugated. Why does Han Fei think he should ask Mr. Zheng Guo to stick to the past and be buried with South Korea?

After thinking about this, Han Fei took the initiative to walk to the room on the other side of the courtyard - Mr. Zheng Guo had locked himself up and hadn't seen anyone for ten days.

"Kang Dang!" With a sound, the weights and measures that Zheng Guo never left his body hit the ground.

He stared wide-eyed at Han Fei who appeared in his room, his face gradually covered with guilt, and he couldn't help but turn sideways to cover the leather spread out on the table.

The two were silent for a long time before Zheng Guo called out in a low voice: "...Isn't your son?"

Han Fei and Zheng Guo lived in the same courtyard, and any troubles in Zheng Guo's place could not be hidden from Han Fei.

He knew that these days, according to Qin Wangsun's orders, the servants continuously sent maps and various measuring and drawing tools into Zheng Guo's room.

With Mr. Zheng Guo's love for building water conservancy projects, Han Fei also considered what the outcome would be.

But there is a huge gap between thinking about it and seeing it with your own eyes.

Seeing Zheng Guo's concealed behavior, Han Fei's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and what he wanted to say was suddenly stuck.

A wave of resentment filled his chest, so that Han Fei could only open his mouth and breathe heavily to relieve the suppressed emotion.

"Young Master Fei, Zheng Guo... Zheng Guo is shameless, please scold me." Zheng Guoren knelt down in front of Han Fei and kowtowed.

He is middle-aged, and his face is full of wind and frost because he has been in charge of construction work all year round.

But right now, Zheng Guo looked like a child who felt guilty for doing something wrong, his dark skin flushed red, showing unspeakable distress on his rough face.

Han Fei pulled the muscles at the corners of his mouth stiffly, forcing him to say what he had considered.

"Mr. Zheng Guo, Mr. Guo, go and do things for the king and grandson of Qin. No, you don't have to be buried with South Korea like me." Han Fei left these words, turned around and fled.

Han Fei felt that he was a bereaved dog now. Except for them, the princes and nobles of South Korea, the whole world no longer had any nostalgia for South Korea.

Zheng Guo knelt on the spot without moving.

Until Han Fei completely disappeared from sight, he suddenly knocked his head on the ground forcefully, with tears running down his face.

Who would dare to forget the pain of subjugation?

However, the offer made by Prince Chu, the grandson of the King of Qin, was impossible to refuse. At least, Zheng Guo knew that he could not refuse such an attractive offer.

"Master Zi Chu, the lord invites you in." The servant whispered softly.

These days, the king is also getting older and weaker every day, but his temper is getting more and more irritable.

Once the lord hears the slightest unpleasant voice, he will be beaten and scolded at every turn. The servants serving in the main hall have changed several times, but he dare not make a single sound.

After hearing Ying Zheng's instructions, Qin Zichu had a general understanding of King Qin's current state.

Many elderly people will fall asleep for no reason after getting old, and then wake up suddenly after seemingly entering a light sleep.

But at this age, the thinking of the old people is much slower than when they were young, and they can't understand who made the sound in front of them at all, and they are very easy to get angry because of it.

Although King Qin is old, he is still the king of a country, who dares to disobey what he says.

Therefore, this group of servants suffered disaster one after another.

Qin Zichu deliberately emphasized the sound of his steps.

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, he knelt down on the ground and said in a drawn-out voice, "Zi Chu pays homage to the king."

King Qin was awakened by the sound of heavy footsteps when Qin Zichu entered the hall.

When Qin Zichu finished speaking in a gentle and slow tone, and kowtowed in front of him, King Qin's drowsy mind was completely awake.

King Qin waved his hands with a smile: "Zi Chu, you are here. Oh, didn't you say you have something to say to the widow? Come, come, sit next to the widow, let's talk slowly."

Only then did Qin Zichu get up, and walked slowly to King Qin to sit down.

He adjusted his tone to be extremely gentle and gentle, but his voice was amplified on purpose: "Master, Zi Chu came here this time to ask for something."

"Oh? What's the matter, tell me." Qin Wang smoothed the wide sleeves that had been wrinkled when he fell asleep just now, and looked at Qin Zichu lovingly.

Qin Wang certainly noticed that he was getting older and older.

After all, his eyesight was dim, and his ears were gradually receding, so he couldn't hear the sound clearly.

No one is happy to see himself gradually dying, but as an elder, King Qin has to feel happy for his grandson's thoughtfulness.

Therefore, King Qin's attitude towards Qin Zichu is very gentle and amiable, and he can't help showing a sense of kindness when talking with him.

Qin Zichu smiled softly, and said in a low voice: "South Korea has just been destroyed by my Great Qin, and the local commoners cherish their homeland and do ordinary things. Zichu doesn't want to be harsh on them for this. After a few years, they understand that as my Great Qin's People can no longer worry about soldiers, and they will naturally change their minds. Therefore, I want to ask the Lord to release some kindness to these people who have just surrendered to my Great Qin, treat them equally, and don't allow the garrison to invade again and wantonly Looting."

Speaking of this, Qin Zichu raised his eyes to look at King Qin.

He said seriously: "They are no longer the survivors of South Korea, but the people of my Daqin Sanchuan County. These people pay taxes and serve for my Daqin, and they are entitled to the same protection of the army, instead of being constantly harassed and will resent It piles up."

King Qin didn't regard this as a big event.

He waved his hand and said casually: "Zi Chu, you are too careful. When this group of people were attacked, they didn't even dare to resist. Now even if they rob them, what would they dare to do? Our Daqin army is powerful and capable of fighting. It is the foundation of the nation.”

Qin Zichu sighed softly, showing a worried expression.

He said softly: "Zi Chu once heard that King Qi Min took advantage of Yan's civil strife to capture Yan State, but after occupying Yan State, he killed his father and brother, exhausted his children, destroyed his ancestral temple, and moved his important weapons, which eventually led to the death of Yan State. The resentment and hostility of the residents of Yandi led to a large-scale rebellion, forcing the Qi army to flee back to their own land in a hurry. The lesson from the past is not far away, Zi Chu asked the king to think twice."

King Qin was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he laughed and said, "Okay, what Zi Chu said makes sense. What do you want to do?"

"Zi Chu feels that after entering the city, the actions of soldiers are restricted so that they are not allowed to wantonly loot civilians." Qin Zichu paused in the middle of his sentence.

He came to discuss the matter with the King of Qin, and he was actually very disturbed.

After winning battles in this era, random robbery is actually a routine matter, even for an outstanding general like Wu Anjun.

But historical experience clearly tells Qin Zichu that only after entering the city without committing any crimes can he most easily gain the support of the common people, and it will easily shake those cities that hesitate to resist and open their gates to the Qin army.

This will be of great help to the Qin army in knocking on the doors of all the remaining five countries in the future.

Upon hearing Qin Zichu's words, King Qin nodded noncommittally, and said in a low voice, "Then, how do you plan to reward the soldiers?"

King Qin has always been very direct. If he is not interested, he will never force himself to continue listening.

When Qin Zichu heard what King Qin said, he couldn't help showing a smile.

He quickly replied: "The city you are attacking must have a treasury, seal it up, count the amount of gold, silver and jewelry, and use it as a reward for the soldiers. Although this is not good for the country for the time being, it is good for thousands of miles. It is really valuable, far beyond the immediate benefits, and the country will always get a lot of tax revenue in the future."

King Qin nodded and said appreciatively: "The idea is good, but it's too crude. You go to discuss this matter with Fan Sui and Zhang Li, and after a few days you'll decide on the specific approach. After you're sure, you'll talk about it in detail."

Qin Zichu didn't expect him to say something casually, but King Qin immediately agreed.

To him, the results in front of him were already a pleasant surprise.

Qin Zichu kowtowed happily and said, "Thank you lord, Zichu is going to find Fan Suixiangguo and Mr. Zhangli. They are all veterans and know the way."

King Qin said "Yes", closed his eyes and rested his mind for a while, then continued: "Call Bai Qi too."

"Yes." Qin Zichu respectfully complied with King Qin's request, and seeing that King Qin was about to fall asleep again, he turned around and left lightly.

But before he walked out of the gate of the main hall, King Qin, who was supposed to be in a deep sleep, suddenly said, "Zi Chu, what do you plan to do with the son of Fei who was exterminated?"

Qin Zichu smiled when he heard this, and said in a low voice: "Although Han Fei has already destroyed the country, he has outstanding talents and learning, and I want to rely on him to attract someone to be my teacher."