NOVEL NEXT I am a child of Daqin Xiong, who supervises the country at the age of eight
Chapter 13 Disposal of the 9 sons?
Chapter 13 Disposing of the Nineteenth Prince
"These Confucian scholars have formulated a set of so-called benevolence and morality, but how have they ever followed it?"
"If they really want to abide by this rule, why didn't they follow the lord and sacrifice their lives for righteousness when the six kingdoms were destroyed, instead of living until now?"
Ying Changsheng sneered, he looked down on these Confucian scholars the most.
Because these people are the most shameless.
Fusu is the clear stream among them, which belongs to the kind that says what it says and does it.
However, the vast majority of Confucian scholars are different. They are the most typical double standards.
The rules established are all binding others.
Words to win longevity.
Fusu couldn't answer for a long time.
Because he couldn't find anything to refute at all.
Because what Ying Changsheng said was right.
Da Qin's ability to unify the world proves that Da Qin's system has inherent advantages!
Why did the Great Qin implement the Qin government in the territory of the Qin State, and lived in peace for so many years, but after the unification of the six countries, so many people jumped out to oppose it?
Moreover, these Confucian scholars seem to be damned, they say one thing and do another thing.
They were nothing more than resisting Daqin, but they didn't dare to blatantly oppose Daqin, so they had to hide and slander Daqin wretchedly.
It seems that everything about Daqin is wrong.
And they are just opposing for the sake of opposing!
……
Enter Wang Jian's residence.
Listening to the news reported by Tie Ying Ruishi in front of him.
Wang Jian just felt incredible.
He couldn't imagine that the nineteenth son, who was only eight years old, would say such a thing, and he was speechless when he argued with the first emperor who had always been able to quote scriptures.
"Behind the nineteenth son, is there really no one to point out?"
Wang Jian was a little suspicious.
After all, eight-year-olds.
No one could have imagined that he would be so smart.
"Probably, I haven't investigated it yet. It's these people who are hiding very deeply. Let me wait until the old man carefully investigates for a while!"
Wang Jian murmured in his heart.
Immediately, he quickly wrote the memorial and dispatched a fast horse to deliver it to Brother Zheng.
At the same time, Brother Zheng was also reading the letter.
The letter was the one that Hu Hai sent back to Xiaoda to report.
When I read the content of the letter in the first day of junior high school, Brother Zheng was furious.
Nonsense, there are so many flowers and plants in my imperial garden, but it took a lot of gold and silver and a lot of time to collect them and plant them successfully.
But it was these things that were destroyed in one go by the prodigal nineteen.
How could Brother Zheng not be angry?
But immediately, when he saw Hu Hai saying that Nineteen had whipped him in public, Brother Zheng realized again—no, the question was wrong.
In Brother Zheng's eyes, Hu Hai is several years older than Ying Changsheng.
How could he be bullied by Ying Changsheng?
There is something tricky in it!
Brother Zheng thought subconsciously.
At this moment, Brother Zheng's eyes focused on the letter on the table.
The letter was sent by the eldest son Fusu.
Seeing the latter's name, Brother Zheng couldn't help but frown.
However, he still opened the letter written on the silk cloth, and then read it carefully.
In the letter, at the beginning, Fusu greeted Brother Zheng's body and expressed his concern for his father as a son. Then, Fusu changed the subject and began to congratulate Brother Zheng. He told Brother Zheng that Ying Changsheng had recently I discovered a crop and planted it in the Imperial Garden. It is said that it can produce as much as seventy or eighty stones per mu!
That's what happened!
Brother Zheng suddenly understood!
Damn it, Nineteen, he didn’t destroy the Royal Garden on purpose!
I want to plant a new crop in the imperial garden.
Ying Zheng smiled happily in his heart, and he said with a smile.
"Changsheng, you have a heart!"
"Your Majesty, what happened to the Nineteenth Prince?"
Li Si, who was called in by brother Zheng to discuss politics together, was surprised, and asked brother Zheng, only to see Ying Zheng, and said to him.
"The nineteenth son planted a crop in the imperial garden, which is said to be able to produce seventy or eighty stones per mu. Li Si, do you think this is impossible?"
"It's unlikely!"
Li Si said without thinking.
He came from a low background and was a petty official. Moreover, as the prime minister of Daqin, how could he not even know such basic common sense?
How much food an acre of land can produce is a basic skill for Li Si.
According to Li Si's understanding, one mu of land, even if it was Shangtian in Guanzhong, where the best farmers went to the imperial court to cultivate it, it would only cost two or three stones to produce grain in a year.
How many stones does this acre of real estate cost?
It's simply a fantasy!
Ying Zheng on the side nodded slightly as he listened to Li Si's words.
"I think so too. One mu of land can produce dozens of grains of stone? How is this possible? That is to say, Fusu's heart is sincere and he believes it easily."
"As for longevity? This kid is probably young. He believed others and thought he had got some good seeds. He was born in a deep palace, and he was young. It's normal to be deceived by others. It's a pity that I lost my imperial garden... ..."
As he said that, Brother Zheng couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.
Li Si, who was next to him, observed Brother Xia Zheng's expression, and laughed quickly.
"Your Majesty, this is also the nineteenth son, and the one-heartedness with the eldest son is also kind, and he did something bad..."
"Hahahaha, I thought so too!"
Ying Zheng laughed out loud.
Zhao Gao, who was waiting on Brother Zheng, couldn't help but change his expression slightly when he heard this, and secretly scolded Hu Hai for being stupid.
He actually thought that making a small report would allow His Majesty to deal with the Nineteenth Prince.
Don't even think about it, who is His Majesty?
What can you hide from him?
At the same time, after laughing, Brother Zheng also focused his eyes on Hu Hai's letter.
In an instant, the smile on his face solidified.
"Hu Hai, this kid, actually lied to me, added fuel and jealousy, and sued Nineteen's tricks, Zhao Gao, draw up an order, let Hu Hai copy the laws of the Great Qin in the palace, and not go out for half a month!"
"promise!"
Zhao Gao said quickly.
Immediately, he went down to draft the imperial decree.
At the same time, inside Xianyang Palace.
Ying Changsheng was looking at him with a displeased face, wearing plain gauze, reclining Ying Yueer in his palace.
"Sister Yue'er, you won't eat up all my candy, will you?"
Looking at the empty tray aside, Ying Changsheng muttered.
"I'm sorry, Changsheng, you haven't come back, I just wanted to eat it when I saw it, and I ate it all without paying attention..."
Ying Yueer lowered her head and said apologetically.
However, to her surprise, Ying Changsheng was not angry, but said to her.
"Sister Yue'er, eating too much sugar must be bad for your health, and it's easy to gain weight!"
"Fat?"
Upon hearing this, Ying Yue'er suddenly felt bad.
Her little face was pale.
"Then I thought I wouldn't eat it."
Well, no matter what age women are, they attach great importance to their figure.
(End of this chapter)
"These Confucian scholars have formulated a set of so-called benevolence and morality, but how have they ever followed it?"
"If they really want to abide by this rule, why didn't they follow the lord and sacrifice their lives for righteousness when the six kingdoms were destroyed, instead of living until now?"
Ying Changsheng sneered, he looked down on these Confucian scholars the most.
Because these people are the most shameless.
Fusu is the clear stream among them, which belongs to the kind that says what it says and does it.
However, the vast majority of Confucian scholars are different. They are the most typical double standards.
The rules established are all binding others.
Words to win longevity.
Fusu couldn't answer for a long time.
Because he couldn't find anything to refute at all.
Because what Ying Changsheng said was right.
Da Qin's ability to unify the world proves that Da Qin's system has inherent advantages!
Why did the Great Qin implement the Qin government in the territory of the Qin State, and lived in peace for so many years, but after the unification of the six countries, so many people jumped out to oppose it?
Moreover, these Confucian scholars seem to be damned, they say one thing and do another thing.
They were nothing more than resisting Daqin, but they didn't dare to blatantly oppose Daqin, so they had to hide and slander Daqin wretchedly.
It seems that everything about Daqin is wrong.
And they are just opposing for the sake of opposing!
……
Enter Wang Jian's residence.
Listening to the news reported by Tie Ying Ruishi in front of him.
Wang Jian just felt incredible.
He couldn't imagine that the nineteenth son, who was only eight years old, would say such a thing, and he was speechless when he argued with the first emperor who had always been able to quote scriptures.
"Behind the nineteenth son, is there really no one to point out?"
Wang Jian was a little suspicious.
After all, eight-year-olds.
No one could have imagined that he would be so smart.
"Probably, I haven't investigated it yet. It's these people who are hiding very deeply. Let me wait until the old man carefully investigates for a while!"
Wang Jian murmured in his heart.
Immediately, he quickly wrote the memorial and dispatched a fast horse to deliver it to Brother Zheng.
At the same time, Brother Zheng was also reading the letter.
The letter was the one that Hu Hai sent back to Xiaoda to report.
When I read the content of the letter in the first day of junior high school, Brother Zheng was furious.
Nonsense, there are so many flowers and plants in my imperial garden, but it took a lot of gold and silver and a lot of time to collect them and plant them successfully.
But it was these things that were destroyed in one go by the prodigal nineteen.
How could Brother Zheng not be angry?
But immediately, when he saw Hu Hai saying that Nineteen had whipped him in public, Brother Zheng realized again—no, the question was wrong.
In Brother Zheng's eyes, Hu Hai is several years older than Ying Changsheng.
How could he be bullied by Ying Changsheng?
There is something tricky in it!
Brother Zheng thought subconsciously.
At this moment, Brother Zheng's eyes focused on the letter on the table.
The letter was sent by the eldest son Fusu.
Seeing the latter's name, Brother Zheng couldn't help but frown.
However, he still opened the letter written on the silk cloth, and then read it carefully.
In the letter, at the beginning, Fusu greeted Brother Zheng's body and expressed his concern for his father as a son. Then, Fusu changed the subject and began to congratulate Brother Zheng. He told Brother Zheng that Ying Changsheng had recently I discovered a crop and planted it in the Imperial Garden. It is said that it can produce as much as seventy or eighty stones per mu!
That's what happened!
Brother Zheng suddenly understood!
Damn it, Nineteen, he didn’t destroy the Royal Garden on purpose!
I want to plant a new crop in the imperial garden.
Ying Zheng smiled happily in his heart, and he said with a smile.
"Changsheng, you have a heart!"
"Your Majesty, what happened to the Nineteenth Prince?"
Li Si, who was called in by brother Zheng to discuss politics together, was surprised, and asked brother Zheng, only to see Ying Zheng, and said to him.
"The nineteenth son planted a crop in the imperial garden, which is said to be able to produce seventy or eighty stones per mu. Li Si, do you think this is impossible?"
"It's unlikely!"
Li Si said without thinking.
He came from a low background and was a petty official. Moreover, as the prime minister of Daqin, how could he not even know such basic common sense?
How much food an acre of land can produce is a basic skill for Li Si.
According to Li Si's understanding, one mu of land, even if it was Shangtian in Guanzhong, where the best farmers went to the imperial court to cultivate it, it would only cost two or three stones to produce grain in a year.
How many stones does this acre of real estate cost?
It's simply a fantasy!
Ying Zheng on the side nodded slightly as he listened to Li Si's words.
"I think so too. One mu of land can produce dozens of grains of stone? How is this possible? That is to say, Fusu's heart is sincere and he believes it easily."
"As for longevity? This kid is probably young. He believed others and thought he had got some good seeds. He was born in a deep palace, and he was young. It's normal to be deceived by others. It's a pity that I lost my imperial garden... ..."
As he said that, Brother Zheng couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.
Li Si, who was next to him, observed Brother Xia Zheng's expression, and laughed quickly.
"Your Majesty, this is also the nineteenth son, and the one-heartedness with the eldest son is also kind, and he did something bad..."
"Hahahaha, I thought so too!"
Ying Zheng laughed out loud.
Zhao Gao, who was waiting on Brother Zheng, couldn't help but change his expression slightly when he heard this, and secretly scolded Hu Hai for being stupid.
He actually thought that making a small report would allow His Majesty to deal with the Nineteenth Prince.
Don't even think about it, who is His Majesty?
What can you hide from him?
At the same time, after laughing, Brother Zheng also focused his eyes on Hu Hai's letter.
In an instant, the smile on his face solidified.
"Hu Hai, this kid, actually lied to me, added fuel and jealousy, and sued Nineteen's tricks, Zhao Gao, draw up an order, let Hu Hai copy the laws of the Great Qin in the palace, and not go out for half a month!"
"promise!"
Zhao Gao said quickly.
Immediately, he went down to draft the imperial decree.
At the same time, inside Xianyang Palace.
Ying Changsheng was looking at him with a displeased face, wearing plain gauze, reclining Ying Yueer in his palace.
"Sister Yue'er, you won't eat up all my candy, will you?"
Looking at the empty tray aside, Ying Changsheng muttered.
"I'm sorry, Changsheng, you haven't come back, I just wanted to eat it when I saw it, and I ate it all without paying attention..."
Ying Yueer lowered her head and said apologetically.
However, to her surprise, Ying Changsheng was not angry, but said to her.
"Sister Yue'er, eating too much sugar must be bad for your health, and it's easy to gain weight!"
"Fat?"
Upon hearing this, Ying Yue'er suddenly felt bad.
Her little face was pale.
"Then I thought I wouldn't eat it."
Well, no matter what age women are, they attach great importance to their figure.
(End of this chapter)
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