Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 367 Re-entering the Palace

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and Lu Buwei's gloomy old face kept changing, and he finally chose to ignore the questions about Ying Zheng for the time being.

Now, he has no way to deal with Ying Zheng. All he can do is restrict the other party's power, and now everything that can be restricted has been restricted.

You can't forcibly assassinate the king in the capital of the country. Not to mention the consequences, the success rate is ridiculously low!
  "What has Lao Ai done recently?" Putting aside Ying Zheng, Lu Buwei was most concerned about the Wheel King, so he asked instead.

"He recruited people in Yongdi and expanded his private army."

Lu Buwei nodded slowly. This was an expected situation. Lao Ai's intention to rebel and usurp power was already obvious at this time. The first thing to do was to expand the military strength.

"Do you know how many men he has?"

"My subordinates haven't found out clearly yet, but... there are at least three thousand people."

"Three thousand...three thousand...should be enough." Lu Buwei muttered and repeated the number.

Three thousand people is already quite a lot. It is impossible for Yingzheng to be crowned with a large number of troops. At most, he can only have a guard of more than a thousand people. Of course, the offensive and defensive forces are not the same. One thousand can defend thousands, especially Ying. The combat effectiveness of Zheng Zheng's imperial guards is definitely more than one level better than the messy private soldiers recruited by Lao Ai.

But one thousand versus tens of thousands is different.

Lao Ai has three thousand private soldiers, and also has at least several thousand servants and diners, who can also be used as soldiers, but their combat effectiveness is even lower.

The most important thing is that today's Neishi (the people who manage the capital area, the Qin Dynasty called the area around Xianyang the Neishi area) and the Weiwei (the people in charge of the palace guards) are both from Lao Ai. As long as they get the Queen Mother Zhao With Ji's instructions, he could easily mobilize the local army in the Gyeonggi area and the Yongcheng garrison, which numbered tens of thousands.

In this way, Lao Yuming's success rate is not low.

Of course, Lu Buwei also knows very well that the book figures are the book figures, and the actual situation is the actual situation. Who will win depends on their own methods.

It's a pity that he, the Prime Minister, who should be the core figure in this power struggle, is completely suppressed and can't do anything.

He could neither further target Ying Zheng, nor help Lao Ai - if Lao Ai succeeded, Lu Buwei would have to eliminate him, and he certainly couldn't have had any connection with him, otherwise he would be over if the other party exposed him.

"Go down, mobilize all hands, and keep an eye on the man in the palace."

Lu Buwei closed his eyes and waved his right hand, signaling to his subordinates who were kneeling on the ground that they could leave.

At present, Lao Ai's power is sufficient, and Lu Buwei cannot provide any substantial help. The only thing he can do is to keep an eye on Ying Zheng to prevent him from having any unknown secrets.

If the situation is not right, Lu Buwei must do something even if he takes some risks.

As long as Lao Ai can deal with Ying Zheng, Lu Xiangguo can rest easy.

As for how to deal with Lao Ai in the future?

As for that idiot, isn't that how he wants to be dealt with?
  Flatten or round, it’s all just a thought!
  Speaking of which, Lu Buwei was also very confused. He was not surprised that Lao Ai could come up with the stupid idea of ​​killing Ying Zheng and helping his son to rise to power. It's not like he didn't understand that reckless fool. He just relied on these two crotch Two...maybe more than two ounces of flesh were on the upper body, all the blood was concentrated in the lower body, and the brain was just a decoration with complete limbs.

But Zhao Ji shouldn’t be so stupid!

Lu Buwei knew that woman's methods.

After the death of King Zhuang Xiang, a young new king came to the throne with no power. Zhao Ji was able to overcome the prying eyes of other royal families and firmly hold the regent power. Even the Queen Mother Huayang had to shun her, and she could even be regarded as an orphan. The minister himself has to follow her wishes in order to have stable control over the court. Could such a woman be a fool?
  If she were a fool, she wouldn't have been able to climb into the back seat as a concubine given to her by a businessman.

So what was she thinking? Chaotic and complex thoughts were violently stirring in Lu Buwei's mind. He could see many things clearly, but he could not see many things clearly. However, the only thing he could be sure of was that he had indeed reached the edge of the cliff. As long as he If you take the wrong step when walking, you will be doomed.

Sitting in the empty inner hall, Lu Buwei couldn't help but let out a long sigh:
  "Ugh……"

He had been planning for tens of years, rising from a merchant to the most powerful Prime Minister of the Qin Kingdom among the seven kingdoms, ruling the country on behalf of the king, and being unparalleled in the limelight. His reputation as a rare commodity was unknown to many people in the world... However, after decades of planning, suddenly, It’s the end of the road!

Decades!

With this long sigh, Lu Buwei's face, which originally had old and dull skin but full of vitality, suddenly collapsed and lost its former toughness and perseverance, making people unconsciously think that he had aged by more than ten years.

………………

The next day, Gu Xun was still open for business, and business was still bleak, but Haolai made a normal transaction and made a meager revenue.

Not much, just one Qin and a half Liang. Depending on the purchasing power, you can buy several kilograms of corn.

Although it was open, Gu Xun did not take advantage of the situation to continue. Instead, he closed the store early. At about half an hour, he dressed lightly and without even an erhu, and headed in the direction of Xianyang Palace.

He was going to talk to Ying Zheng about something.

After crossing the Weishui Bridge, walk along the street to the palace gate, display the token as usual, enter, and walk north.

On the way, Gu Xun met the eldest son Fusu by chance.

This child is still dressed as he was last time, dressed in white and with a solemn look on his face.

After seeing Gu Xun, he was the first to say hello very politely:
  "Fusu has met Mr. Gu."

Gu Xun was very happy when he saw the child. He smiled and said in return, "The eldest son is polite."

Fusu stood upright and asked in a solemn tone, "Has your father summoned you again?"

Gu Xun shook his head and said, "No, I'm here to talk to your father about something."

Fusu shook his head and had no intention of asking any more questions.

Even as a young master, it was not easy for him to pry into other people's affairs, especially those related to his father. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something he forgot to ask last time:
  "Fusu would like to ask, which scholar is your master from?"

"Uh..." Gu Xun was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it, he chose not to hide it and said frankly, "I am a doctor."

"A doctor?" A look of astonishment appeared on Fusu's small face. This answer was a bit beyond his expectation.

Although doctors are one of the hundred schools of medicine, they are not capable of governing a country. What they are good at is curing diseases and saving people. Generally speaking, when you go to a doctor, you can not only see a doctor, but also ask about ways to maintain health.

But Fusu felt that his father was only twenty years old, so he shouldn't start researching health care early. But recently, his complexion looked normal, and he didn't look like he was sick...

"Sir, my father..." Fusu's face was full of confusion and worry, but he didn't know how to ask.

Logically speaking, no one should interfere with this kind of thing, including him, the young master.

(End of this chapter)