Historians travel through the Qin Dynasty

When he was locked in prison, he was recruited, saying that Hou Sheng and Lu Sheng forced him.

Ying Zheng also calmed down after waking up, pondered what to do in the house for a day, and discussed with Li Si in the evening to kill all the people who cheated money.

After Fusu killed the entourage who couldn't keep his mouth shut, he immediately came.

happened to come across Yingzheng's proposed will.

Fusu stared down at the floor. "Father, you're going to kill the Warlock Fangshi?"

Ying Zheng turned his head to look at him, stared at him for a long time, and replied for a while: "Yes." "

When Fusu heard this, he knelt in front of Yingzheng with a robe on his hand.

"But you know...... What will those annoying Confucian students say?".

Ying Zheng walked down the stairs, walked around Fusu, looked at him for a long time, and asked him: "If the real person is afraid of people, the real person will not be like a tiger to swallow the six countries." Ying Zheng sneered and continued: "Do you think that if you obey Confucianism and worship the law like Li Si, you will not complain? You will not make a lot of nonsense behind your back? Do you think that if you kill a prisoner by torture, the prisoner's family will not insult you behind your back?"

Ying Zheng said, glancing at Fusu's unconvinced look, and gradually began to hate iron and steel: "But tell me, which of these methods is problematic? No one will look at things outside of their own self, they will only shout that they have harmed my own interests, and vent their emotions by unscrupulous means." Do you think this kind of thing is useful when you listen to it? Do you need to be afraid of it? If a real person lets it go this time, what will happen when the time comes?".

"But...... Father ...... "Fusu looked up at Yingzheng.

"What do you want!" Ying Zheng said coldly and angrily.

"Killing someone, doesn't it confirm the tyrant's statement? Not to mention......" Fusu still didn't give up, not realizing that Yingzheng had begun to get angry.

Ying Zheng was so angry that he had a headache, rubbed his temples lightly, and interrupted Fusu's words: "You are afraid of people talking, right? Okay, Zhao Gao! Fax the order! Since Confucian Sheng has a person who loves to chew the root of the tongue, he will kill the person who loves to chew the root of the tongue with Fang Shi!"

Seeing that the order had been issued, Fusu stood up and sneered, "Father, you can't finish killing! You don't know how big the group of Confucian students is now!" After speaking, he strode and was about to leave.

Ying Zheng was furious, raised his hand and pointed at Fusu and said angrily: "Ying Fusu, get back for me!".

Fusu reluctantly turned to look at Yingzheng.

"You are a useless man!!!! you have wasted my cultivation with the queen see for yourself what you have become now?!You are an indecisive coward!!! afraid of people's words, and you can't do anything great at all!!!!" Ying Zheng took a deep breath and calmed down his anger a little, "I am like a joke now! Look at what kind of good son I have raised!! If the queen knows underground, I am afraid that I would never raise you so many years ago!! Yes, I intend to make you the next monarch, but don't forget, I'm not just your son!"

"Yes, my son is taught. Fusu was still unconvinced, and his words were perfunctory.

Ying Zheng looked at his broken expression, and became even more angry, "Come on!" Ying Zheng pointed at Fusu's hand and trembled with anger, "Don't you want to leave? Okay, I'll let you go! Isn't Meng Tian at the border? Go! Go to the border and fight with Meng Tian! I don't want to see you!".

Fusu was caught off guard when he heard this, and even began to deliberately anger Yingzheng: "Father, my son doesn't want to be a monarch like you, and I've disappointed you. "

After speaking, he raised his legs and left, leaving Yingzheng alone in the palace sad.

He sat in front of the desk for a long time, until the last rays of the sun set, and when the hall was pitch black, he angrily looked up and shouted to me, who was sitting on the beam, happily shaking his feet: "Look for yourself what kind of son you raise!"