Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 252 Collapse

"Fusu..."

"Is Fusu not back yet?"

In the palace of Xianyang,

The emperor lay on the soft mat, looking at the candlelight not far away.

The flames danced in the air, flickering.
Just like the emperor's current situation.

Sometimes he would feel energetic, and sometimes he would feel so depressed that he had no strength at all.

But the candlelight will be maintained by servants, who will add oil to it and keep it burning.
The vitality in the emperor's body was constantly fading away.

he knows,
I can't hold on any longer.

"Why, why did I suddenly get sick like this?"

The emperor felt deeply resentful and thought that this was really a joke played by the gods and ghosts on him.

After returning to Xianyang from Luoyi,
The emperor continued his usual daily routine, reviewing documents sent from various places before dawn every day, meeting with ministers and discussing state affairs, and only had a chance to rest until late at night.

Before leaving, the Xinxia envoy privately expressed his doubts about this and asked Zhang Han, who was in charge of the royal finances as the Shaofu, "Has His Majesty always been so diligent in state affairs?"

Zhang Han told him, "That's it!"

The messenger was surprised, "But if you do this, it will be very harmful to your body!"

"Isn't your Majesty's body..."

Zhang Han's expression changed and he quickly interrupted the messenger's unfinished words.

"This is not something you and I can talk about, please stop talking about this!"

As a close minister of the emperor, Zhang Han experienced the period when the emperor was seeking immortality.

Although at the moment,

The emperor's attitude had changed, but Zhang Han was still wary of it.

some things,

It's better not to mess with it.

Then the messenger closed his mouth and let out a deep sigh.

He no longer talked about the emperor's affairs, but only dealt with the emperor's eldest grandson Ying Pijiang, who liked to visit him and ask him about things outside the Western territories.

The envoy liked this lively and cheerful child very much. At the request of the other party, he drew a simple map for him, all the way from Xianyang to Persia.

Ying Pijiang held up the map and said, "I want to open up the territory here for my grandfather in the future!"

The Xinxia envoy disagreed.

The experience of reviving from turmoil also made Xinxia full of energy and confidence at this time, and she did not feel that the children's words would be offensive to her.

The messenger simply said, "If that happens, the barbarians there will be in trouble!"

right now,

The envoy has left Qin and started his return journey.

Ying Pijiang stopped playing around and just obeyed the emperor's orders, moving back to the palace to take care of the sick man.

Hearing the emperor's resentful words, Ying Pijiang came over, holding the medicine in his hand, and said to his grandfather, "This disease came quickly, and it will definitely go away quickly!"

"Maybe by the time father comes back, you will be well again."

"Before that, you must take your medicine well and stop worrying!"

He is almost ten years old, and because he has been practicing free boxing with his uncle Hu Hai since he was a child, he is very strong.

Ying Pijiang carefully helped the emperor to stand up, and placed several cushions behind him for him to lean on.

Then, he fed the emperor the medicine little by little.

This is really another kind of torture.

But the emperor could only endure it.

He didn't even have the strength to refuse.

Moreover, it was difficult for the emperor to refuse the girl who was determined to take good care of his grandson.

So he reluctantly drank half a bowl of medicine and lay down again.

Ying Pijiang walked out with the medicine bowl, intending to serve some sweet honey water for his grandfather.

He feels:
As long as you do everything yourself,

You can definitely let the ghosts and gods see your filial piety,
Make grandpa better.

“…pills.”

The emperor watched him go out, then whispered instructions to the eunuch.

The other party obediently took out a pill and gave it to the emperor.

After taking the pill, the emperor's complexion soon became rosy, and his thin body showed abnormal vitality.

The emperor said, "This way, we can hold out until Fusu returns."

He was reluctant to leave like this.
He always wanted to say a few more words to his eldest son.

The lamp was filled with oil.

The flames burned a little more vigorously.

By the time Fusu, who had hurried back after receiving the news, came before the emperor, the latter's face had not yet lost its color.

There was even some light in the emperor's eyes.

He said to Fusu, "Come!"

Fusu then stepped forward, knelt down beside his father, and burst into tears.

Deep down, he actually had some resentment towards this overbearing and tyrannical monarch and father.

She resented his harsh methods of governing the country and resented him for being so cold to her own mother.

But all this hatred was nothing compared to the panic he felt when he received the news that the emperor was seriously ill in Shangjun and asked him to return to Xianyang.

Fusu was very surprised at the time and said, "Your Majesty has always been in good health, how could he suddenly become ill?"

The messenger didn't know how to answer.

Meng Tian reacted in time and said to Fusu, "Please return quickly, young master!"

If the monarch dies,

The heir is not waiting in the capital to take the throne.

This is very dangerous.

No one can guarantee it.

Could there be some ambitious people in there who want to take risks and stir up some trouble?

He selected dozens of fast horses for Fusu so that the prince and his attendants could return to Xianyang as soon as possible.

After a long run,

Fusu came to his father with traces of scars left by the wind and frost of Shangjun.

"Do not be sad."

"You should be happy now."

The emperor cheered up and said to his eldest son, "Soon, you will become the second emperor."

"Why are you crying?"

Fusu did not answer, but continued to lower his head and cry with choking sobs.

"Come closer and let me see you."

The emperor waved to Fusu and asked him to come closer so that he could see the hair on his head clearly.

Fusu is only thirty years old this year.

The wind in Shangjun could not turn his hair white, but it just made it look a little messy and dull.

The emperor hesitated, then slowly raised his hand, stroked his eldest son's hair, and then touched his face.

The emperor said, "You have lost some weight."

"Meng Tian and Hei Yi, didn't they take good care of you?"

Fusu said, "Very good, they are all very nice to me!"

He held his father's skinny hand and simply said, "Your Majesty, please take care of yourself."

"You will get better."

The emperor shook his head at this.

He did not say anything more about his own health, but looked into Fusu's eyes and suddenly told him, "The remnants of the six kingdoms have not yet been eliminated."

"There are some people in the court who are also dissatisfied with the country's policies."

"The Huns in the north were only temporarily blocked."

"With internal and external troubles, can you survive?"

He sighed and patted his son's head, "Fusu, I'm worried about you."

Your kindness,

Your morals,

It's all good stuff.

But being an emperor does not necessarily require these.

“After I leave, you must make up for my harshness, win enough support from the people, and strengthen your control over Guanzhong.”

In this case,

There is no problem in preserving the ancestral heritage.

"Pijiang is a very talented child. You must train him well. Even if the country will be turbulent when you are in power, when the position is passed to him, he will definitely be able to revive the destiny of Qin."

"Don't be too soft-hearted, and don't trust others too much."

"When you become emperor, many people will come to rely on you and deceive you... You have to make the right decision yourself."

"As for your mother..."

The emperor mentioned this and was silent for a while before continuing, "Do whatever you want."

Fusu cried even more sadly.

The emperor looked full of regret and said to Fusu, "I wanted to do everything for you so that you could follow your own morals and become a benevolent ruler praised by everyone."

"But the changes in fate are not something that mortals can detect."

Fusu's tears kept falling.

The Emperor's hand still rested on his head.

Just like Fusu when he was a child.

But the hands now,

He has lost the power to control the world.

It unclenched its fists and dropped the reins.

A chariot built during the reign of Duke Xiaogong and driven by successive Qin rulers including Huiwen, Wugong, Zhaoxiang, Xiaowen and Zhuangxiang, has once again lost its owner.

Its new driver is very different in nature from the previous one.

Where will it go in the near future?
(End of this chapter)