The north gate of Xianyang City. Fusu wore mourning clothes, wrapped in white cloth on his headband, and ran wildly on a horse. Meng Tian led a team of elite cavalry to follow closely behind. Fusu was far away, his expression was solemn and his mind was full of worries. The people sent by Zhao Gao and Li Si were captured by Zhao Ling's subordinates before they arrived in Shangjun. He also read the tampered will of the First Emperor. Meng Tian was actually Zhao Ling's man. Fusu doesn’t have much impression of that second brother, but only vaguely remembers how Zhao Ling looked like when she was a child six or seven years ago. At that time, Zhao Ling did not practice martial arts or study, and was ordinary. He went to Sanchuan County five years ago. Sanchuan County was not rich, and he thought it was just a place to establish his life arranged by his father for Zhao Ling. After his father passed away, Zhao Ling became a marquis, having no worries about food and clothing.
But now it seems that things are not that simple. He and Meng Tian rode in an air in an object called a hot air balloon, and arrived in just one day from Shangjun to Sanchuanjun. It was the first time I was watching the world in heaven, and everything seemed to be different. He never thought that humans could fly in the sky like immortals. When he entered Sanchuan County, he was even more shocked by the situation in Sanchuan County. The roads in Sanchuan County are flat and there are a wide range of goods, many of which are things he has never seen before. The houses where the people live actually have seven-story buildings. Most of the people of Daqin lived in thatched huts, and the richer one was the earthen house. He had never seen such a cement tall building before. Fusu used his sword to slash a sword on the wall, but it only splashed a string of sparks, leaving only a trace on the wall, and his hands were shocked and hurt. There was laughter and joy on the street, which was also a scene that had never been seen in other counties before. The people of the Qin Dynasty have been suffering from war and hunger over the years. The law of Shangjun has restricted the people very much. When the people walk on the street, don’t joke, and they don’t even dare to speak. The people in other counties have pale faces and are extremely miserable, while the people in Sanchuan County are full of red faces, just like people from two worlds. Fusu only felt like he had come to another brand new world. Fusu was already in a heavy mood when his father passed away. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought. What was the purpose of Zhao Ling asking someone to take him to Sanchuan County? He wanted to tell himself that under his rule, the people of Sanchuan County lived a prosperous life. "The second young master said, if you want to be the emperor, then he will send you to Shangjun, and you will lead your army into Xianyang City. As long as you win, he will take the soldiers and people of Sanchuan County to leave the Qin Dynasty. ” That's what Meng Tian told Fusu. Isn’t Zhao Ling’s meaning very obvious? If Fusu wants to be the emperor, he can enter Xianyang with his ability and win, Zhao Ling will ignore the Qin Dynasty and let him play by himself. Does he want to be an emperor?
Ying Zheng had always trained him as his successor before, and he had always cared about the world. Of course, he wanted to be the emperor, otherwise how could he display his knowledge and realize his ambitions? He is the eldest son. He has always been the government and the people, and even Ying Zheng, who have always regarded him as the crown prince. Now that Zhao Ling wants to be the emperor, should he give way? You definitely can’t fight! After Ying Zheng unified the world, the Qin Dynasty was in trouble internally and externally. If the two brothers fought, the remnants of the six kingdoms and the Hu people took the opportunity to take action. Wouldn't the Qin Dynasty be divided? As he approached Xianyang City, Fusu held the reins. The war horse suddenly stopped, then slowed down, waiting for Meng Tian to follow. Fusu looked in the direction of Xianyang City, and the city gate was vaguely visible. He asked coldly: "Meng Tian, do you think I should compete with Zhao Ling?" Meng Tian asked back directly: "Do you think you can compete with the second son?" Fusu fell into silence, and he had also seen Zhao Ling's military strength. The soldiers of Sanchuan County have strict military disciplines and strong combat effectiveness. The soldiers of Sanchuan County also demonstrated the power of the red-clothed cannon to him. The other troops of Daqin were vulnerable to the garrison of Sanchuan County. Even if he led the 300,000 troops of Shangjun to Xianyang, he would not talk about whether he could fight or not. Even if I can beat it, I dare not fight it. He was sent from Sanchuan County by Zhao Ling to Shang County, and then passed through various counties and counties from the sky. The Qin Dynasty was famine this year. It should be that hungry people were everywhere, but when you look from the sky, you didn’t see any disaster victims. Instead, every county and county are in order and military discipline is strict. Fusu and Meng Tian walked towards the city gate step by step, and saw white cloth on Xianyang City. On the city wall, the soldiers were brightly armored. The officials at the city gate were neatly standing in two rows, and Zhao Ling stood in front of the city gate. Fusu and his group reorganized their team half a mile outside the city gate, and then continued to march towards the city gate. Fusu looked from a distance and saw Zhao Ling wearing a black robe, with a white cloth wrapped around her head, a tall figure, and her hands were behind her. The two of them looked at each other from afar, and neither of them closer. Zhao Ling stood there without moving, and Fusu immediately stopped. Chunyu Yue and a group of Confucian scholars looked at Fusu nervously. They were afraid that Fusu would do something wrong. If Fusu really did the opposite of Zhao Ling, the matter would be a big deal. How should they deal with themselves? Let Zhao Ling kill Fusu? They have always supported Fusu before! Fusu and Zhao Ling confronted each other for a while, and Fusu finally continued to move forward. Although Zhao Ling controlled the court, even the imperial seal and six emperor seals were in his hands, Fusu was his brother. Zhao Ling has already left the city to welcome him. This is the younger brother's respect for his brother, but if he meets him again, the meaning will completely change.
Highness and inferiority are orderly. When he moves forward, he thinks that Fusu is more noble than him. Fusu also understood this truth, but he lowered his head in the end. "Brother, Father Bintian, I am here to welcome you. Come into the city quickly." Zhao Ling called himself me, let's see how Fusu responded. Fusu got off the horse and stepped forward, held Zhao Ling's hand, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, brother." A chill flashed in Zhao Ling's eyes. Brother? What does Fusu mean? Chunyu Yue quickly stood up and shouted at Fusu, "Young Master Fusu, your majesty is kind, you must not mess with your superiors and inferiors." Fusu looked at Chunyu Yue with a complicated expression. This is his teacher. Didn’t Chunyu Yue always support him before? Could it be that he, like Meng Tian, has actually followed Zhao Ling long ago? A group of Confucians also followed Chunyu Yue to talk about the issue of hierarchy. "Young Master Fusu, although you are the eldest son, Your Majesty has obtained the emperor's seal and all officials surrender. Please respect yourself, don't make any mistakes!" The wind direction has completely changed. Fusu looked puzzled. What charm does Zhao Ling have? He can make the entire Confucianism stand on his side. At this moment, the young master Gao stood up and shouted loudly: "Chunyu Yue, the young master Fusu is the eldest brother. The father passed away and the elder brother succeeded to the throne is orthodox. Aren't you Confucian people polite? Now, thanks to Zhao Ling's force, saying such words, are you worthy of the Confucian saints? "