In the secret room of the bedroom. Ying Zheng was furious when he heard the news of Fusu's suicide, staring at the soldiers kneeling in front of him with murderous aura: "Zhang Han! My will is to let Fusu come back to succeed the throne, why did he commit suicide?" Zhang Han was buried in his head, and soybean-sized sweat dripped on his forehead on the stone slab: "Your Majesty, Zhao Gao and Li Si tampered with the edict and supported the eighteenth prince Hu Hai as the emperor. The edict that was passed on to Shangjun might be the same. It was changed, but I was wronged and asked to be punished for death!” "Zhao Gao, this dog slave, and Li Si, dared to tamper with my edict. I want to tear them into pieces and punish them with the utmost punishment!" Ying Zheng was distraught, his fists clenched, and said angrily, "Follow me! I'll fall You have to see if these slaves are in a rebellion!” Zhang Han was about to get up and go out of the secret room with the First Emperor. A black shadow flashed into the secret room and knelt in front of Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, the second son Zhao Ling has entered the palace. His sword saint Gai Nie killed the CRRC Mansion Order, and his son Hu Hai was controlled by him. General Wang Li led three thousand troops to confront Li Cheng in front of the bedroom." "The second young master Zhao Ling is very skilled, and he must have been deliberately hiding his weaknesses over the years." Ying Zheng stopped at his feet, endured the anger and the pain of losing his son, and Zhao Ling's innocent and tender face flashed through his mind. He hasn't seen his second son for five years. As the emperor, Ying Zheng was busy with state affairs and didn't care about the mediocre second son Zhao Ling at all. He only vaguely remembered that before the child left Xianyang, he told him not to believe in any immortal pills and drink more milk and egg whites. Good health. Zhao Ling was only thirteen years old at that time, and Ying Zheng only said that he was talking nonsense and did not take it seriously.
Later, Zhao Ling said that he liked Sanchuan County and wanted to be a county magistrate to practice. Ying Zheng immediately agreed and gave him a thousand private troops, fearing that he would not be able to change his life at a young age and would not want to serve in the court. Wei Liao sent him to assist him, saying that it was assisting him, but in fact it was equivalent to calling Wei Liao the county magistrate, allowing Zhao Ling to retire in Sanchuan County for the rest of his life. In recent years, the tax revenue in Sanchuan County has been normal. Occasionally, spies have sent letters saying that Sanchuan County is very rich, and Ying Zheng only thought that Wei Liao was properly governed. Now that he has just pretended to die for four days, Zhao Ling appears in Xianyang, and is surrounded by the famous sword saint Gai Nie? Extraordinary skills? ! Wang Li leads his troops to support him? My second son, are you so tolerant, have you been preparing to rebel long ago? "Zhao Ling! OK! Very good! And Wang Li, it seems that the two of them have colluded for a long time, but I don't know!" Ying Zheng laughed in anger, "Zhang Han, how many things do you have to miss the attention?" "Your Majesty! I have sent people to check Sanchuan County every year, but the information I get is completely abnormal!" "No abnormality!" Ying Zheng muttered these four words, his eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of haze was covered in his eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face, "What a difference is nothing abnormal!" Zhang Han could feel the terrifying murderous intent on the First Emperor. The secret guards went to Sanchuan County every year to check, but did not find any abnormalities, which was really terrifying to think about it. He could no longer imagine how deep the second young master was hiding. Ying Zheng’s mood is even more complicated. He also hopes to see his son have a promising and capable position. But Zhao Ling came to Xianyang Palace from Sanchuan County on the fourth day of his fake death. At this time, the news of his death had not been announced in the world. Even he had just learned about Fusu's death. Think about it from another perspective, if Zhao Gao and the others had not tampered with the edict and Fusu was ordered to inherit the throne, would Zhao Ling kill his brother and usurp the throne? "Hmph!" Ying Zheng became more and more angry as he thought about it. How many years have this rebellious son carefully prepared for usurping the throne? Did you pretend to be stupid in front of yourself before? Or is that old guy Wei Liao and Wang Li urging him behind the scenes?
"Repay! Your Majesty! The second young master publicly admitted that he was a rebel and threatened to give the throne to Mr. Hu Hai." "The second young master inserted his sword in front of Mr. Hu Hai, saying that he was willing to obey the will and ordered Mr. Hu Hai to kill him and let Mr. Hu Hai inherit the throne." Ying Zheng was about to leave the secret room to resolve the chaos, and another secret guard came to report it, which made him unable to help but stop again. He heard the news and cursed: "Idiot! I can't even understand whether I can rebel or rebel! How could I have such a stupid son?" Since they have chosen to rebel and have already controlled Xiao Shiba, Zhao Gao has been killed, but he has to follow the will and ask Hu Hai to kill him? Isn't this stupid? The emperor is so conflicted. He hopes that his son will have a future and should make a difference even if he rebels. But if he is still alive and doesn't say he wants to give it to him, it won't work. Life and death are all about the king’s kindness. After Ying Zheng finished scolding, the secret guard quickly said, "But Mr. Hu Hai..." In front of the bedroom. When Zhao Ling said that, he had offended Zhao just nowLing's minister seemed to have grabbed the life-saving straw and quickly shouted: "Young Master, pick up the sword and kill the thief!" One person shouted out loud, followed by more than ten people: "Young Master Hu Hai, kill the rebels!" Hu Hai had clear shoe prints on his face, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. He stood up swayingly, looked at the sword in front of him, and then looked at Zhao Ling, who was open with his arms open, and he hesitated. Zhao Ling stared at Hu Hai with cold eyes and suddenly shouted, "Draw the sword!" Hu Hai was so scared that he shivered, and his hands trembled to pull out the sword that was deeply inserted into the stone slab. The sword was inserted too deep, and Hu Hai pulled it out once, but he couldn't pull it out. Zhao Ling said coldly: "I will count three numbers! If you can't draw the sword, I will kill you!" "Ah!" Hu Hai screamed in fear, exerted all his strength, pulled out his strength, and finally pulled out the sword, but the man also flew backwards and fell in front of Wang Li holding a sharp blade. He and Wang Li looked at each other. After a glance, he was so scared that he rolled and crawled aside. Zhao Ling ordered with an expressionless face: "Stand up!" Hu Hai could only stand up in a hurry. When he looked at Zhao Ling, his whole body was covered with fear. He is not a fool. He knows very well that he dares to use this sword and Zhao Ling will definitely kill him! Even if Zhao Ling doesn't take action, Wang Li and Gai Nie will definitely kill him! Zhao Ling shouted again: "Get out the sword!" Hu Hai was so scared that he couldn't even grasp the sword. The sword fell to the ground and made a crisp sound. He was so scared that he knelt in front of Zhao Ling with a thud, kowtowed to him constantly, begging for mercy: " Second brother! Let me go! I was wrong! I won’t be the emperor.” "It's Zhao Gao...yes! It's Zhao Gao and Li Si! They tampered with the will of his father and sentenced his elder brother to death! It's not my business!" Hu Hai's head was broken and blood was covered in the ground. He still didn't dare to stop. He kept begging for mercy and threw all the blame to Zhao Gao and Li Si, trying to keep himself clean. The officials and soldiers in front of the palace could hear it clearly, and the scene in front of them was really sad.
"Did you all hear it clearly?" Zhao Ling turned around, glanced at the soldiers blocked in front of the hall again, and asked loudly, "My soldiers of Daqin will never surrender. If you can stand here, you will be all in your body. After many battles, those who have made great achievements in military achievements are planning to be loyal to an emperor who cannot even hold a sword?" "My father is the emperor of the ages. He has been in the six kingdoms in his life, attacking the Huns and conquering Baiyue. What a hero he was. His son couldn't even hold the sword, and he only knew how to kneel down and kowtow!" "Do you want to follow an emperor who can only kowtow and beg for mercy?" Zhao Ling's voice resounded throughout the square. The soldiers in front of the hall saw Hu Hai's wagging his tail and begging for mercy and only seeking to survive. Compared with Zhao Ling's aura that looked down on the world and was not afraid of life and death, they couldn't help but put down their weapons. They are all old Qin people. They can have their current status. They are all obtained by killing the enemy on the battlefield. Even if the enemy's knife is on their necks, they cannot kneel down and beg for mercy. Hu Hai’s actions made them feel dissatisfied. How could such a person be worthy of becoming the heir to the First Emperor? What qualifications does he have to be an emperor? This is simply a shame to His Majesty the First Emperor! Even if they were sentenced to death by Zhao Ling, they would never be loyal to Hu Hai. Zhao Ling strode up the steps of the bedroom, and the soldiers in front of the hall made way out. Li Si stood in front of the hall, and the once powerful prime minister of the Qin Dynasty held a fake will and stared at Zhao Ling. They lost, and they lost completely. Even if the will was true, the moment Hu Hai knelt down and kowtowed to Zhao Ling, it had no meaning. Zhao Ling passed by him without even looking at him, and opened the door of the bedroom and walked in. After Zhao Ling closed the door, his voice came from the bedroom: "Take Li Si down! Imprisoned for five punishments! The three tribes of Yi!" "Here!" Outside the bedroom, soldiers outside the hall knelt down one after another, and then two guards close to Li Si stepped out.