"I feel that issuing the order to seek talents is the most correct thing I have ever done in my life. The luckiest thing is also meeting you, Shang Jun." Ying Quliang suddenly sighed.
If it were not for the reform and the Qin State's efforts to become stronger, how could Zheng Er have unified the world and how could the Qin Dynasty's rule have been passed down to future generations?
It is the descendants of the Great Qin who feel sorry for Shang Jun.
Thinking of this, Ying Quliang's face became even uglier.
I feel a little itchy and want to beat my son again.
Shang Yang laughed, "It is rare to find a true friend in one's life. How difficult it is for Shang Yang to reform the law. Shang Yang knows it."
Among the kings of the world, who doesn't want to have talented people under his command? But how many kings are really willing to firmly implement the suggestions of those talented people?
His Duke of Qin did it.
Daqin did it.
During his lifetime, he was able to carry out the reforms, strengthen Qin and destroy the six kingdoms to unify the country, leaving his name to posterity. Although he was branded as a fool in later generations and was even torn to pieces by chariots, he was still a famous figure in history.
But, that's enough.
His ambition has been fulfilled.
The king and his minister looked at each other with tears in their eyes.
Outside the door, Ying Si, who had come to see his father, felt that this was not a good time and turned around to leave. Then he heard a familiar furious voice from inside the door, "Come in now!"
Ying Si looked miserable.
No matter how arrogant you become in the future, your father is still here, so even if you are a tiger you have to lie down.
Ying Si walked into the hall, bowed obediently, and stood there with his head down.
Ying Quliang is still angry now. Ever since Zhou Jia told him about Shang Yang's ending, Ying Quliang beat Ying Si so hard that he couldn't get out of bed. He stayed in bed for more than a month. Now, when he looks at Ying Si again, he still feels a bit angry.
Shang Jun, whom he held in his heart and protected in every possible way, was torn to pieces by this brat with just one word. Fortunately, he still had some vision and carried out the reform, otherwise it would not have been so easy to just get a beating.
Looking at Ying Si's still pale face and thinking about his wounds, Shang Yang persuaded him, "Your Majesty, Young Master..."
"Don't worry about him. This kid is thick-skinned and tough. Let him learn a lesson."
Ying Quliang waved his hand. Ying Si knew in his heart that in front of Shang Yang, he was just a little cabbage that no one loved. "Thank you, Lord Shang. I'm fine."
Shang Yang remained silent...
He was mainly afraid that he would still hold a grudge against him. Being torn apart by a chariot was already painful enough, and he didn't want to escalate his way of death.
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