Chapter 93: Master Ziying [Jinjiang Authentic Edition, Changan Jun]...
"This, this...how is this possible?"
Fusu, who would never have dreamed of the scene before him, turned pale with shock after hearing the absurd and shocking words from his son, as if his soul was about to float out of his body uncontrollably.
The fat little Ying who was standing opposite saw that his usually strong and brave silly father was now like a fish stranded on the shore, with his eyes wide open and his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
The mother who was sitting next to the silly father also had a pale face as if struck by lightning and looked dazed.
He could understand the fear and despair of the two people at this moment. After all, Hu Hai was only six years old now. No one could believe that this little kid would be so cruel and do so many inhumane things in the future.
Qin Ying took small steps forward, patted the couple's shoulders with her small hands, shook her head and sighed twice, giving the couple time to slowly react. Then she lifted up her black winter robe, sat cross-legged on the seat, and began to eat her delicious breakfast.
The maids waiting on the side all had pale faces as they served the meal to the emperor's eldest grandson. They only wished they were not deaf.
The dim candlelight on the half-human-high Jijin lampstand kept swaying. Except for a two-year-old baby who was concentrating on eating, everyone else was silent. At this moment, the oppressive silence in the room was deafening.
The carved glass windows on the walls on both sides were also quietly covered with a layer of hazy moisture. Outside the windows, the cold wind was howling and the snowflakes were rolling.
The dim light of the sky gradually turned into a rich dark blue.
Beneath the deep blue is the snow-covered city of Xianyang.
Inside the royal city, in the most majestic and solemn Zhangtai Palace, a tall floor-standing eye-protection lamp had been lit in the study all night.
Although the white light was very bright, it was not dazzling at all. The soft light illuminated the entire large desk and made the tall emperor sitting next to the desk look extremely indifferent.
Since the emperor returned to the palace yesterday afternoon and ordered his youngest son to be imprisoned in the Qinxue Palace in disguise, the First Emperor, dressed in a black robe, has been sitting in the study with "Records of the Grand Historian" without drinking a drop of water.
The emperor held a thick paper book in his hands and read it over and over again. Half a day and a night were enough for the First Emperor, who could read ten lines at a glance and had an extremely fast reading speed, to read through the key contents of the book. The lines of square ink characters that clearly recorded the final fate of "him" and "his" huge empire were all engraved in the emperor's mind. The "Records of Qin Shi Huang" with less than 20,000 words was read by the First Emperor so many times that even the edges of the pages were frayed.
The emperor's tightly pursed thin lips clearly showed his extremely uneasy mood at the moment.
The First Emperor, who was obsessed with immortality, could not accept his rare fate of not even living to the age of fifty, nor could he accept that he and the huge empire he had spent half his life to build would have such a messy ending.
Oh--
[The second generation died, the second generation died.]
The First Emperor clenched his fists, with raging anger burning deep in his narrow and long phoenix eyes. He was extremely depressed and kept chewing over these eight murderous and heartbreaking words in his mind!
After reading "Records of the Grand Historian", he finally understood why his caring grandson was so angry with his eighteenth uncle, and only liked his own father 60% of the time!
I also understood why my grandson couldn't bear to kill Zhang Liang even though he knew that he was a remnant hiding in the palace!
Why were Lü Zhi, Zhang Cang and Han Xin given high hopes by their grandsons!
By chance, he saw through these people and these things that he would never know until his death. He saw how much Xuanniao favored him and the Qin Dynasty. While the First Emperor was overwhelmed with emotion, he could not help feeling depressed.
He sighed deeply, closed the "Records of the Grand Historian", closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair. His long eyebrows twisted together made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
It is true that the chaos at the end of the Qin Dynasty recorded in the book shocked him, but he was not a person who took his anger out on others easily. He understood that the final outcome of the Qin Dynasty was closely related to himself, and the most direct reason for his failure was that he did not cultivate an excellent and suitable successor to "Qin Ershi" for the Qin Empire during his lifetime.
Fusu was his first child, born in the seventh year after he ascended the throne. He was twenty-one years old at that time and had not yet taken power. He was busy overthrowing several huge mountains that weighed on his head. Although he loved his son, he had no time to pay much attention to him.
Later, as he overthrew several powerful forces and took power, he had more and more sons and daughters, and he became increasingly busy, busy increasing the strength of Qin, busy expanding Qin's territory, and busy sweeping across the world.
After twenty-six years of hard work, he finally fulfilled his great ambition and pushed the strength of Qin to its peak. However, by this time, his children had gradually matured.
The records in the history books were blunt and cruel. Those lines of ink forced the First Emperor, who had been confident and majestic for decades, to admit a deeply humiliating fact at this moment.
Compared with his ancestors and parents, although no one can match the many political achievements he created after half a lifetime of hard work, he is really terrible when it comes to raising and educating his children.
Although he had eighteen sons and ten daughters, which meant he had quite a few children, unfortunately, none of them was really useful at the critical moment.
The eldest son "Fusu" finally committed suicide by drawing his sword at the frontier. Although this ending made him very sad, when he calmed down and thought about it carefully, he realized that this was indeed something that a stubborn person would do!
The youngest son "Hu Hai" was finally controlled by "Zhao Gao". Under the threat, enticement and instigation of "Zhao Gao", "Li Si" finally decided to take the risk of abandoning "Fu Su" and choosing "Hu Hai", which was also within his expectations.
But what was beyond his expectation was the inhuman cruelty and wild boar-like stupidity of "Hu Hai" himself!
After usurping the throne, he forced his eldest brother, Fusu, who posed the greatest threat to him, to death. He could still frown and interpret this as dealing with a political opponent, but this evil creature later killed all his other brothers and even brutally murdered his sisters, who posed no threat to him at all. This left him, as a father, completely speechless and unable to explain it! He wished he could just take his cruel youngest son to the royal mausoleum in the northern suburbs and strangle this little evil creature to death in front of all his ancestors!
Such a ridiculous thing has never been seen in all dynasties!
His youngest son, Hu Hai, single-handedly slaughtered the entire Qin imperial family, leaving his lineage extinct!
After the rebels stormed through Hangu Pass, Xiang Yu, a reckless but reckless man from Chu, not only massacred the entire Qin royal family but also carried out a widespread massacre in Xianyang. Finally, he foolishly burned down his own palace complex! Absolutely idiotic! Could it be that this reckless man couldn't imagine how many precious books and bamboo slips were kept in the palaces of various countries?
When he destroyed the six kingdoms, he "moved" their palaces to the banks of the Wei River in a one-to-one scale. With the exception of the Zhao royal family and the nobles of Zhaodu, whom he deeply detested, he did not exterminate the royal families and nobles of the other kingdoms! He also did not do anything foolish like massacring cities and burning palaces!
And Xiang Yan's grandson——
Oh--
No wonder that in the end, Liu Bang, a poor and impoverished village headman, defeated a prominent family from Chu and took over his huge inheritance!
The more the First Emperor thought about it, the angrier he became. The knuckles of his two big, bony hands turned white and veins popped out from his clenched fists. Even though the rage burning in his heart could burn the entire wasteland, the aura emanating from him became increasingly weak.
At this moment, the entire bright study was about to turn into an ice cellar. The palace servants who were standing by the wall with their heads hung down as a background were so cold that they were so frightened that they couldn't even hear their breathing.
After working hard all night inside and outside the city in the howling wind and heavy snow, Meng Yi completed his mission and hurried to the Zhangtai Palace to report to the Emperor. As soon as he entered the inner hall, he felt the depressing and terrifying atmosphere in the palace.
He cheered up, walked lightly to the half-open study door, and leaned over to report to the First Emperor who was sitting inside:
"Your Majesty, I have already arrested and imprisoned the Chu assassin you and His Royal Highness Changsun encountered yesterday in the western suburbs. The group of remnants of the fallen nation who were secretly colluding in Hanyangli on the outskirts of the city have also been arrested. Do you have any further instructions, Your Majesty?"
Hearing the words shouted by his trusted loyal minister outside the door, the First Emperor opened his eyes and looked towards the door with a complicated expression. The three generations of loyal Meng family should not have ended up in such a miserable way. Alas, the royal family was ultimately sorry for the Meng family.
The Emperor, with mixed emotions, stood up from the comfortable massage chair, holding onto the desk, and walked outside. He looked at the snow stuck to Meng Yi's shoulders and stretched out his big hand to brush it off. When Meng Yi was startled and wanted to stand up, he patted the young man's shoulders twice, and praised him with a hoarse smile:
"Yi, you did a great job. I have no other instructions now."
"You've been running around the capital all day and all night yesterday trying to catch thieves. It's been exhausting. Now that you've finished your work, you don't have to worry about anything else. I grant you three days' leave today. You should leave the palace and return home to rest."
As the Majesty's close right-hand man, Meng Yi has always been valued and trusted by the Majesty, and the Majesty has been very good to him. However, today he still sensitively noticed that the Majesty's emotions towards him were a little strange. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to feel a sense of regret and guilt in the Majesty's recognition and praise?
Although he didn't know the reason, he leaned forward and said with emotion:
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern for me. It is my duty to protect Your Majesty and share your worries."
The First Emperor nodded slightly, without saying anything more, but patted Meng Yi's shoulder gently with his big hand and said softly:
"Yi, you don't need to say anything more. Take two people with you and leave the palace to bring Ziying to Zhangtai Palace for me. Then go back home and have a good rest."
Meng Yi was slightly taken aback when he suddenly heard such an unfamiliar name from His Majesty. After realizing who this person was, he quickly bowed and said, "Yes."
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On the other side, Qin Ying, who had eaten and drunk her fill in the mansion, said goodbye to her mentally confused father and mother, then took her two wet nurses and boarded her own carriage towards the palace.
The heavy snow kept falling, and the palace servants used tools to continuously clear the snow on the palace roads.
After the carriage entered the palace gate, it was replaced with a sedan chair. The fat little Ying, who was sitting on the sedan chair, was carried by the palace servants towards the Zhangtai Palace. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the palace road near the Zhangtai Palace, he met Meng Neishi who happened to be leaving the palace.
Seeing Meng Yi, who looked tired and was walking slowly along the palace road, the little fellow hurriedly supported the sedan chair, waved his hands happily at Meng Yi and shouted loudly:
"Teacher Meng! Teacher Meng!"
Meng Yi, with his eyes slightly lowered, was walking forward on the wet palace path when he suddenly heard a very familiar baby voice. He subconsciously raised his head and saw the emperor's eldest grandson in front of him. He hurried forward and bowed to the baby sitting in the sedan chair, saying, "Your humble servant greets His Highness the eldest grandson."
The little fat Ying poked his furry head out from under the big umbrella held by the palace maid. After seeing the dark circles under Meng Yi's eyes, he immediately took out two lollipops from his sleeves and stuffed them into Meng Yi's hands, while looking at Meng Yi with sparkling eyes and asking curiously:
"Yi, have you captured Xiang Liang and Xiang Ji?"
Meng Yi looked at the little fat boy's bright eyes, smiled and bowed, saying:
"Thanks to the young prince pointing out the double pupils on Xiang Ji's face to Yi in the golden carriage yesterday, Yi was able to fulfill His Majesty's trust and successfully complete his mission. Two suspects from the Xiang family were arrested in Hanyangli, a suburb of the city, at midnight last night. They are now imprisoned with a group of anti-Qin remnants."
Although these words had already been played back in the fool's mind, Qin Ying still smiled happily when she heard Meng Yi's voice in person.
Glancing at the two eunuchs from the Zhangtai Palace following behind Meng Yi, he couldn't help but ask doubtfully:
"Yi, why are the servants around Grandfather here? Are they going to follow you out of the palace?"
When Meng Yi heard this, he glanced at the two black-robed eunuchs beside him with their heads bowed. Thinking that the young prince would also be going to Zhangtai Palace later, he looked at the fat boy and replied in a low voice:
"Yes, young prince, His Majesty has ordered that Prince Ziying be summoned to the palace immediately to appear before the Emperor. These two servants followed Yi out of the palace to look for him."
"Zi, Master Ziying"
When the little fat boy Ying suddenly heard this special name, his eyes widened in surprise.
Meng Yi saw the surprised expression on the little guy's face and mistakenly thought that the little prince had never heard of "Master Ziying". He put his head in front of the little guy and whispered:
"Your Highness, you may not know that Young Master Ziying is the posthumous child of the former Lord Chang'an."
"What? Chang, the posthumous child left by Lord Chang'an?"
Qin Ying was so shocked by Meng Yi's words that her already wide-open eyes widened even further.
Seeing the little fat boy's confused and stunned expression, Meng Yi smiled and added to the little guy:
"Yes, Your Highness, a posthumous child means that when Lord Chang'an passed away, Prince Ziying was still in his mother's womb."
Qin Ying blinked, and blinked again.
Meng Yi smiled and bowed to him, then hurried away with the two black-robed eunuchs behind him.
Ying, the little fat boy, turned his little head and watched the three people leaving. He couldn't help but frowning. He was so confused that he didn't know what the world was.
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