Saint Qin Batu

Chapter 430

The wind in August, mixed with waves of heat, came head-on.In just a moment, Fusu, who had just walked out of the tent, was drenched with sweat.

Lishan, which is only a few dozen miles away from Xianyang, is now undergoing major construction projects.But those who work here are not the civilian husbands who served in the service as imagined, but the pawns who are in the menopause.

These are not considered the backbone of the empire, but as long as the menopause comes, they will still need to join the army and participate in military service for several years.

"Master Gongshu, how long will it take for the emperor's mausoleum to be completed?" Fusu asked coldly, looking at the soldiers who were naked and full of enthusiasm.

"Hehe, don't worry, Your Highness, it will take less than two months." Gong Shuchou said with a low tone of smile while holding a paper map in his hand.

"When the emperor's mausoleum is completed, even an army of hundreds of thousands, there will be no return..."

"Master Gongshu! Be careful!"

Fu Su glanced lightly at Gong Shuchou, the warning in his eyes was beyond words.

"Here." Gongshuchou slightly curled up his thin body and lowered his head.

After stopping for a while, Fusu turned around and walked towards the carriage not far away.

"I still need to go back to the palace, and I will leave this place to the master."

"Your Highness, don't worry..."

"squeak, squeak, squeak"

There were bursts of noise from the carriage, mixed with the heat of summer, which made it even more difficult for Fusu to calm down.

The major reconstruction of the imperial mausoleum began as early as the day the empire was established.At first, Fusu didn't care about it either. After all, according to the usual practice, every king of Qin would start to build his own mausoleum after he came to power.

And Ying Zheng unified the six countries, so it's okay to expand the mausoleum.

However, in the past two years, since Fusu took over as the supervisor of the Emperor's Mausoleum.The emperor's mausoleum gradually took shape, but he felt that what he saw in front of him didn't look like a mausoleum, but rather an underground fortress.

"What is Father worried about?" This question has really troubled Fusu for two years.Moreover, such thoughts are getting stronger and stronger.

"Your Highness, we've arrived..." A servant's voice sounded outside the car, and Fusu realized that he had already arrived at Xianyang Palace.

"His Royal Highness..."

As soon as Fu Su got out of the carriage, Zhao Gao was already standing aside with a smile, waiting for him respectfully.

Fu Su frowned slightly, although Zhao Gao looked respectful, but in Fu Su's heart, there was always a faint sense of rejection.

In the past few years, Zhao Gao seemed to be infatuated with wealth, and managed a lot of industries in Xianyang City and even other counties.However, there is nothing wrong with this. In the empire, such people are no longer a minority.

"En." Fusu nodded, and walked towards Yingzheng's palace.

In the spacious hall, there was a hint of coolness.

"Father!"

Fusu's voice echoed in the hall. After a while, Ying Zheng put down the brush in his hand and looked at Fusu.

"How is the completion of the imperial mausoleum?" Ying Zheng's voice was not loud, but in this empty palace, it was still a bit loud.

"It will take two months before the door can be closed." Fusu replied respectfully.

"Two months?" Ying Zheng murmured softly, "It seems that there is plenty of time..."

The battle of Baiyue was unexpectedly easy after Wang Jian was in charge. Almost three months ago, the last Yue tribe, Changyue, had been wiped out.

After subduing Baiyue, the Jiuding in Yingzheng's sea of ​​knowledge became more and more full.The original cyan Jiuding even began to turn into a cyan color.

On the contrary, the golden sun above the Sea of ​​Consciousness has increased a lot without any cracks, and its radiance has begun to become not as good as before.Vaguely, there is a tendency to be suppressed by the surrounding stars.

After a long time, Ying Zheng stared at Fusu suddenly, and said meaningfully: "Fusu, how much can you give up for the sake of the empire?"

Fu Su was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, and said: "As much as my father can do, even if Fu Su is not strong enough, he will definitely do it with all his might!"

"Very good!" Ying Zheng showed a look of satisfaction, but then his voice changed, and he said in a low voice: "If you are asked to kill your wife and brother one day, will you do it?"

"My son..." There was a hint of hesitation in Fusu's eyes.

As Yingzheng's eldest son, Fusu cared for his younger brothers as an elder brother since childhood.

In addition to Ying Zheng's previous orders, all the young masters live in Zongxue all the year round, have frequent contact with each other, and have excellent relationships.

However, as he grows older, especially when his younger brothers are getting older, the authority in his hands is getting heavier and heavier. The differences caused by this have already alienated the brothers who were originally close.

Even, many of them, relying on the influence of their mother clan, began to use the affairs of Lord Changping to arrange Fusu's crown prince status.

The last window of paper between brothers is only one click away, and it will be broken.

"A little hesitation of yours could ruin the entire empire!" Ying Zheng stared at Fu Su and said softly.

"I understand!" Fusu lowered his head a little more.

"Since you have decided, don't regret it!"

"Here!"

The conversation between Yingzheng and Fusu was not too long. The relationship between the two, just like in the past, seemed to be just a normal job report for Fusu.

As soon as August is over, there will be the autumn festival in September. This time, Fusu is still the master of ceremonies.And this is Fusu's fourth time in this position.

During the Warring States Period, the Qin State designated the October harvest month as the beginning of the year.The autumn festival is a grand ceremony prepared to pray for the harvest in October.

Although after the establishment of the empire, Yingzheng changed the unification of the new year to January every year, but the festivals such as the autumn festival were still not cancelled.

Even, it has gradually become a symbol of identity and status.

Just when the people of Xianyang gathered around the banks of the Weishui River and watched the grand occasion of the festival from a distance.No one thought that the murder case more than 20 years ago happened again on the festival.

It's not too much at the moment, but it's a first-class master.Hidden under the altar, only to assassinate when Yingzheng sacrificed to heaven.

However, these assassins still underestimated the power around Ying Zheng.Even before Ying Zheng could make a move, the Shadow Secret Guards had subdued several people.

Seeing that the assassination of Yingzheng failed, the assassin who became angry from embarrassment started to attack the leading princes and important ministers of Yingzheng under the altar.

Caught off guard, son Shu and son Lu died.The young master Hu Hai was seriously injured, and almost all the other young masters were also injured.Even Wei Liao, who was a national lieutenant, was wounded with a sword.

The assassination angered the master of the empire again.For this reason, Yingzheng even closed Xianyang for three days, and killed all the assassins hiding in Xianyang city one by one.

(End of this chapter)