He always felt that compared to the Ninth Young Master, he was no different from an ordinary person.
He couldn't figure out what kind of person was qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with Ying Tian.
He was proficient in strategy, decisive in killing, and did not care about the gossip of the world…
With these buffs stacked together, he was simply born to be an emperor.
If they could successfully grow, they would definitely be able to protect Great Qin's foundation for ten thousand years.
"Your Majesty, the Ninth Young Master said that you were too kind and that the burning of books and burying of scholars was just a joke. Therefore, the Ninth Young Master really burned books and burying of scholars to comfort your soul in heaven and let you rest in peace.”
Meng Yi looked at the bamboo slip in his hand. His face trembled and he almost fell to the ground.
Qin Shihuang had once burned books and buried Confucians. He only burned a few books and killed a few alchemists.
And then he was scolded for so long…
The Ninth Young Master had killed 100,000 people without leaving a corpse!
"This kid is indeed bold. Don't you think I'm a little too kind?”
Ying Zheng reached out his hand and touched his own face, and for a moment, he began to doubt himself.
He had always felt that he was decisive in killing and did things without sloppiness…
"Compared to the Ninth Young Master, he seems a little too benevolent.”
Meng Yi said seriously.
He guaranteed that this was not a compliment, but a heartfelt sigh.
As soon as Ying Tian ascended the throne, he killed half of the ministers, Zhao Gao, Li Si, and a hundred thousand Confucian scholars…
To be honest.
There weren't many like this, and he could even predict that it would be very difficult to meet them in the future.
"Sigh, I'm just a little worried that Old Nine's killing will attract the hostility of some people, which will bring danger to himself.”
His father, Brother Zheng, was worried.
It was indeed a good thing to kill decisively, but it also increased the number of enemies.
No one could guarantee that they would not be assassinated in their lifetime.
"Your Majesty, don't worry. Those who are enemies with the Ninth Young Master have never been left alive. Those who can be killed have basically been killed.”
Meng Yi trembled as he picked up his teacup and downed it in one gulp, suppressing the shock in his heart.
He had seen so many people and read so many books, but he had never seen someone like the Ninth Young Master.
“……”
This time, even Brother Zheng was speechless. For a moment, he was speechless and did not know what to say.
It seemed like…
That was really the case.
As long as I kill enough, I'll have friends by my side!
"I still think that we should return to the court as soon as possible. If this continues, it won't be long before the imperial court is wiped out by the Ninth Young Master.”
Meng Yi flipped to one of the secret letters and was a little stunned when he saw his name on it.
The Ninth Young Master actually suspected that he had been sentenced to return!
The reason was that after the First Emperor's death, he had disappeared for many days and had not returned.
F * ck!
He immediately went numb.
"What are you afraid of? If you follow me and give Old Jiu a few more guts, what would he dare to do to you?”
Brother Zheng snorted coldly, but a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.
The more he looked at Ying Tian, the more satisfied he became. He hated that he hadn't discovered him earlier.
If he had brought her along and nurtured her, he might not have to worry about her anymore.
However, he was satisfied to meet such an heir on his deathbed.
"Your Majesty, what should we do about the Eldest Young Master? Recently, the Young Master has been making a fuss about returning to the court with his army to ask for an explanation from the Ninth Young Master. He firmly believes that he is the Qin Second that you left behind.”
Meng Yi filled the two cups with milk and said softly.
If Ying Tian didn't show up, then everything would be fine, and Fu Su would inherit the throne.
It was different now. After comparing, Fu Su was not competitive at all.
But in theory, Fu Su did have a reason to return.
"In what aspect do you think Fu Su can surpass Old Jiu?”Ying Zheng whispered.
This time, Meng Yi fell silent and did not speak again.
From his point of view, Fu Su could be said to be inferior in all aspects.
Ten years. He had stayed at the border for ten years without stepping onto the battlefield.
He had never killed a single person. Other than reading and writing, he knew nothing else.
Moreover, he had not even established his own leadership in the court all these years.
How did he look like the Eldest Young Master?
However, as officials, there were some things that were not convenient for them to say.
In addition, other than the tall Fusu, there were no other candidates. He could only pinch his nose to assist.
He felt that if Ying Tian hadn't appeared this time, and Fu Su had appeared instead…
'I'm afraid…'
His Majesty had already returned to court.
"He still remembers that Zhao Gao wrote a letter to Fu Su, right? After that, he mobilized the Confucian scholars, which proved that he was not wary of Zhao Gao at all. There was no need for the remnants of the six dynasties to act. Just Zhao Gao alone could deceive him. How could he have the face to return to the imperial court?”
Ying Tian swallowed the milk in one gulp, his face dark and filled with rage.
It could be seen that Brother Zheng was really angry this time. He could not suppress his anger.
All these years, he had given everything that he could. He even sent Fu Su to the border to gain experience, hoping that he could grow, but he did not expect it to be useless.
So it was.
She felt even more ashamed towards Ying Tian.
Who would have thought that Old Nine, whom they had never cared about, would become a dark horse?
"Pass down my order to Meng Tian. If he dares to move a single soldier, break his legs!”
Ying Zheng's face was as dark as water, not hiding the fierce light in his eyes at all.
Most of it was disappointment.
In the beginning, he had indeed thought highly of Fu Su. However, disappointment after disappointment eventually converged into a river, causing him to completely despair.
Especially when…
Fu Su couldn't even tell right from wrong with Zhao Gao's face, which made him even angrier.
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