The Qin Dynasty perished after only two generations? My Great Qin also needs an Emperor Taizong!

"Is there anything else?" This time, Hu Hai obediently stopped in his tracks.

Ying Mu shouted "Catch!" and tossed a wooden box over. After all, this was his work tool, and he understood the principle of giving a stern warning and a sweet treat.

Hu Hai received the box with both hands and, seeing that it was an ordinary wooden box, was immediately somewhat dissatisfied.

"Is that all?"

Ying Mu rolled her eyes at him. "This isn't enough? I traded this for a wooden horse and a wooden sword from Young Master Gao. If you think it's not enough, you don't need it. Give it back!"

"Yes, why not?"

Hu Hai glanced at the black dog beside Ying Mu, quickly picked up the rather heavy wooden box, and turned to walk towards his prince's courtyard.

"This is outrageous!" Back in his courtyard, Hu Hai's pent-up anger finally erupted as he slammed the wooden box in his hand against the courtyard wall.

The wooden box fell apart, and the crudely made terracotta figurines were scattered all over the ground.

"My son is back!" Just then, a shout came from inside the door, the curtain was lifted, and a beautiful woman stepped out. After seeing the scene in the courtyard, she quickly stepped forward and embraced Hu Hai, saying softly:

"Has Young Master Mu angered my son again?"

"I just can't stand his arrogant attitude. He spends all day walking his dog and playing with his birds. What right does he have to be ranked alongside me?" Hu Hai snorted angrily.

Mother Hu sighed softly, wiped the mud off Hu Hai's face, and stood up to guard the courtyard gate. She said gently, "Don't let anyone hear what you're saying. Just remember, as long as you don't leave this courtyard and the gate is closed, you can do whatever you want. Alright, don't be angry. How about I take you to see a play? Don't think about those dirty things anymore."

"understood."

Hu Hai nodded and obediently followed behind his mother.

……

"Good dog!" Ying Mu squatted down and rubbed Xiao Hei's head, her words a mix of genuine praise and veiled criticism.

It should be noted that his real name was Zhao Mu, and he was not originally from this era, but rather an ordinary law student from a later time. He finally managed to find a weekend to go hiking, but because he took a chance and tried to save his hat, which had been blown away by the wind and was hanging on the edge of a cliff, he lost his footing and fell. When he came to his senses, he had become a prince of the Qin Dynasty, which could be considered a second life. He was also lucky enough to have the identity of a prince of the Qin Dynasty, so he did not have to directly face the most cruel survival conditions of this era. Moreover, whether it was a coincidence or not, his name remained unchanged in this life.

To be honest, if he could really be a nobleman of the Qin Dynasty for fifty or sixty years, build a Bronze Sparrow Terrace during that time, and live a life of eating, drinking, and having fun, Ying Mu would be very happy.

The problem is that the second ruler of the Qin Dynasty was named Huhai!

If we were to rank the hundreds of emperors of the next two thousand years, the difference in ranking between this spendthrift son and his father would almost encompass the entire list!

In other words, there was no such thing as fifty or sixty years of leisurely aristocratic life; it didn't even last thirty years!

Realizing his bleak future and the prospect of eating coarse grain pancakes mixed with bran and barely any seasoning every day, Gongzi Mu truly didn't have a single good day. He inevitably began to miss modern society. Thank goodness, even if he could only barely survive in modern society, the conditions would be a thousand times better than now! At first, he tried starving himself, but eventually, he became delirious from hunger. As for the dagger, he secretly kept it to end his own life, but unfortunately, he was terrified of the pain…

So, after a long period of not-so-intense but intense struggle, he resigned himself to his fate.

Just as Ying Mu was adopting a "what's done is done" attitude and preparing to live under a different identity, this Qin prince who had lived two lives was about to face another problem:

Enlightenment!

That is, learning.

At first glance, it doesn't seem like a difficult task for Ying Mu. After all, he's a law student who has memorized textbooks thicker than dictionaries. How could this possibly stump him?

Unfortunately, while imagination is beautiful, reality is harsh.

When he first came into contact with Qin seal script, he was dumbfounded and finally realized the huge gap between the two eras.

During this period, the social cognitive system that he had built up over decades in his previous life had completely collapsed... Putting aside the messy but temporarily useless superficial knowledge from his previous life, in other words, his understanding of this era was no different from that of an infant. In any case, everything had to be started from scratch!

Of course, Ying Mu didn't just fade into obscurity.

On the contrary, thanks to his nearly twenty years of learning experience in his previous life, coupled with the natural ability of human children to depict language, he was highly praised by that old clansman surnamed Ying when he first began to recognize Qin seal script, and even attracted some attention from King Ying Zheng of Qin.

However, when it came to the writing stage, the more confident he was when recognizing Qin seal script, the more embarrassed he became here.

As for carving Qin seal script on bamboo slips, Ying Mu, who could only write simplified characters crookedly, really had no carving skills to speak of. The characters he wrote were no different from talismans. So, after trying dozens of times and being scolded by the old clan elders to cut off and recarve, the tormented Ying Mu had a little scheme. On the surface, he continued to identify Qin seal script, but secretly he asked Hu Hai, the child prodigy who had started his studies with him, to do his homework.

Hmm, why say that the spendthrift Hu Hai was a child prodigy?

The reason is that, compared to other people of the same age, Hu Hai truly deserves the title of child prodigy.

Now, this boy, wanting to indulge in play, entered the Prince's Academy at the age of three. In just six months, he not only learned to recognize hundreds of Qin seal characters and write beautiful characters, but he could also recite the numerous Qin laws. Moreover, this boy was also a good actor, for example, playing the role of a good student in front of the teacher and a good son in front of the First Emperor...

In her previous life, with the resources to support her, she would definitely have been a natural child star.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If Hu Hai hadn't been quite outstanding, the First Emperor wouldn't have paid special attention to him among his many children, ultimately allowing Hu Hai to seize the throne and slaughter his entire family.

As for his current father, Ying Mu is no stranger to him.

Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, is an absolute top figure in the history world: he unified the six kingdoms, built the Great Wall in the north, conquered the Baiyue in the south, standardized writing and cart axles. Although he committed cruel and laborious acts such as building the Great Wall in the north and constructing the Lishan Mausoleum, he laid the foundation for China's feudal imperial system and basic territory for the next two thousand years, making him an indisputable emperor of all time.

As for himself?

There is no record of this in history.

Perhaps he will die when Hu Hai slaughters his entire family in the future. At that time, Zhao Gao will seize power and kill countless people, and no one in the court or the country will dare to say a word.

Therefore, the young master really had nothing to say.

Damn it!

That damned Hu Hai!

Even so, even if Hu Hai had taken the items, he had no intention of engaging in a private fight.

Firstly, the Qin state governed the country by law, advocating severe punishment for minor offenses regardless of social status, and truly implementing the principle that princes and commoners should be punished the same as each other.

Secondly, if the elders heard that the two princes were fighting over a few terracotta figurines and a short knife, they would probably make a loud, piercing noise and then launch into a tirade of lectures.

So, all this playful fighting, isn't it all just acting? Who can really say for sure?