Looks Like The Confucians Haven't Died Enough! He would die even if he did not win!
In Zhangtai Palace.
Li Si, Feng Quji, Meng Yi, and the others were seriously reading the memorials that Ying Ziye had asked them to deal with. They were very meticulous in using a carving knife to mark and deal with the comments on the bamboo slips.
Fu Su was the same, but Huhai was a little bored and confused.
She almost dozed off.
He was good at debauchery, but he was better off practicing martial arts than dealing with government affairs.
However, he saw his ninth brother walking out of the carriage with the generals.
Huhai immediately sat up straight, picked up the bamboo carving knife, and pretended to read it.
He also pretended to be hesitant as he thought about it carefully but could not get an answer.
It was very similar to the students who were discovered by the class teacher when she sneaked to the window or the back door during self-study.
Ten feints in a second. He almost finished the last question.
Ying Ziye didn't expose Huhai's pretense.
Whether it was in history or now, this guy was obviously not someone who could handle government affairs well.
Wang Jian, Meng Tian, Yang Duan, Li Xin and the rest walked out with smiles on their faces.
Even Wang Jian and Meng Tian, who had been glaring at each other, were chatting with smiles on their faces.
The Ninth Prince had said that every military camp would have a three-piece set, so the two of them naturally had nothing to compete for.
The two of them were discussing how to give the three-piece set equipment to Great Qin's soldiers, imagining how their combat power would soar in the future.
Wang Jian even wanted Meng Tian to come back so that he could go to the north and fight the Xiongnu.
She only thought about it and felt that it was not appropriate, so she did not say anything.
"This, this is really like seeing a ghost!"
Li Si saw Wang Jian and Meng Tian's expressions and poked Feng Quji. Feng Quji was puzzled.
However, when she followed Li Si's gaze and saw the scene in front of her…
Immediately, he stretched out his hand and poked the high official Meng Yi beside him.
Meng Yi's dumbfounded face turned into a shocked face!
Since when did her brother have such a good relationship with Old General Wang?
After all, the Golden Fire Cavalry and the Hundred Battle Armored Soldiers were competing to see who was the strongest Corps in Great Qin.
Respect was respect, but Big Brother and Old General Wang had always been unconvinced by each other.
Why did Old General Wang and Big Brother look like real brothers now?
Li Si looked at Feng Quji and Feng Quji looked at Meng Yi. Meng Yi shook his head to show that he didn't know!
He could only prod Imperial Censor Feng Jie who was reading the letter seriously, and then prod State Officer Wei Liao.
After recovering from his shock, Wei Liao subconsciously wanted to poke the person beside him.
but
Next to him was the eldest son, Fusu.
Wei Liao didn't dare to poke this lord!
At this moment, Fu Su was looking at the scroll in his hand with an embarrassed expression.
Even without looking at the name engraved on the back of the letter, Fu Su could recognize that it was a memorial written by more than ten of his followers from the Hall of Virtuous Scholars.
The main content of the memorial was that the Great Qin Empire was united, and the war had been settled. The Confucians should be treated with benevolence and kindness. Moreover, the memorial once again mentioned the issue of Great Qin changing the prefectures and counties to enfeoffment, which had been repeatedly rejected by Emperor Father.
"If you learn the Dao in the morning, you can die in the evening!"
"It's enough for me, Fu Su, to have these trusted followers!”
At this moment, Fu Su felt like crying.
Just now, Ninth Brother nailed Mister Chun Yu to death in the Imperial Court, but he was powerless.
No one dared to make a sound in the face of Ninth Brother's unreasonable killing spree.
At this moment, his Confucian scholars and hanger-ons were actually risking their lives to present a memorial that was in line with his ideals.
Restore the rites of Zhou! King Fa Xian! The Confucians respected benevolence! The Great Qin Empire was ruled by enfeoffment!
Wasn't this the original intention of creating the Hall of Virtuous Scholars?
It turned out that his colleagues still supported him, even if it might cause his ninth brother to be dissatisfied and pay the price with his life.
However, they still chose to submit the memorial.
He chose to stand on his side.
"Riches and honor cannot be lured, poverty cannot be shifted, and might cannot be subdued. This is what a real man is like!”
The sages did not deceive me!
With such a confidant, Fu Suli would not regret it even if he died!
As his emotions surged, Fu Su seemed to have made a difficult decision!
"Ninth brother, come over and take a look. I want to hear your opinion on this memorial!”
Fu Su raised his head, and the tears in his eyes disappeared. His eyes were a little red as he spoke to Ying Ziye.
Hearing Fu Su's words and seeing Fu Su's expression, Ying Ziye, who had already returned to his seat at the table, revealed a surprised expression.
Ge Nia, who was dressed in a black robe, took the letter from Fu Su's hand and respectfully handed it to Ying Ziye, who was a little curious.
"Resurrection? King Fa Xian? Respect the scholarly faction? Enfeoffment?"
Glancing at the words on the letter, the smile on Ying Ziye's face instantly disappeared.
Before he finished reading, Ying Ziye turned the back of the book over.
Great Qin's memorials would usually have the writer's name engraved on the back.
Even though he could guess who would write this memorial, who else could it be other than the bunch of idiots under Fu Su?
However, Ying Ziye still wanted to see for himself who was courting death.
However, when Ying Ziye looked at the back of the letter, he only saw dozens of words that had been carved by a knife.
This joint memorial had actually been deliberately crossed out by those Confucian scholars.
Seeing this, Ying Ziye's eyes couldn't help but flash with a bloody red light.
At the same time, he felt a deep sorrow for his big brother, Fu Su.
Wang Jian, Meng Tian, Li Si, Feng Quji, and the others noticed that Ying Ziye's expression was a little off.
At this moment, they stopped what they were doing and stopped talking.
Even Huhai, who had been pretending to be a " good student ", looked at his Ninth Brother with interest.
It seemed that they could watch the show again!
Memorials were so boring!
This was the way to feel good!
"It seems that killing a pedantic Chunyu Yue won't change anything.”
"Since your guests are in such a hurry to accompany Chunyu Yue, and since these stinky Confucians don't think enough of them have died, then this Young Empress will satisfy them!”
"Also, Fusu, since you feel that the Confucian beliefs you have always adhered to are correct and cannot be profaned.”
"Then, today, let this Young Emperor have a good talk with you!”
"What exactly is Confucianism?!"
"Let's talk about why the enfeoffment system is not suitable for Great Qin!”
"If you can't win!"
"Then, your henchmen, who are full of benevolence, righteousness, and morality, are using you as a weapon!”
"Both."
"Die!"
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