Siheyuan: I decide the fate of the world with my medical skills

“Do you know what will happen to you?”

"Torn apart by chariots, and exterminated the entire clan."

"However, there are differences between Your Majesty and I." Fusu finished his speech and waved his hand.

Two warriors who were hiding in the dark and skilled in hunting and killing immediately showed up and invited Li Si, who wanted to ask questions, to leave the room.

In fact, Fusu had no intention of following Qin law to punish Li Si.

The main reason was that over the years, Li Si had appointed many assistants, spread all over the country. If too many of them were involved, it would surely lead to national turmoil, which not only accelerated the collapse of the Qin Empire.

In addition, the Emperor Tai had not yet established a queen and a crown prince. Therefore, according to the classic rules passed down for hundreds of years, Li Si, as the eldest son, should naturally become the heir to the throne!

More importantly, as he obtained the support of the most powerful armed force, the Jiuyuan Legion, and welcomed the spirit back to the palace, this move not only occupied the high ground of ethics and morality, but also showed that he was a morally noble person.

Although Xianyang City had powerful weapons, no impregnable city could protect it. Therefore, in the court meeting hall, even if it was full, if there was a trace of rationality, people would not be conquered by virtue.

Located in Xianyang City.

Meng Tian led 5000 elite soldiers and arrived in Xianyang before Fusu. He rearranged the garrison of Chang'an City with royal credentials and gathered ministers headed by the right prime minister Feng Quji in the palace.

After a while, when Meng Tian announced the news of Qin Shihuang's death and that someone had tampered with the imperial edict, the entire hall was immediately filled with curses and howls that threatened to collapse.

Feng Quji was not as enthusiastic as the others. Instead, he held Meng Tian's hand and asked, "Where is Master Fusu?"

"Please rest assured, Prime Minister," Meng Tian said in a serious tone, "The young master has exposed the traitor's conspiracy and is escorting you back to the city through a shortcut!"

"That's good." Feng Quji stroked his beard and sighed, "Fortunately, the basic construction work of the Lord's tomb has been completed. Otherwise...

"What are you crying about? This is not the time to mourn the dead." Censor Feng Jie shouted angrily. "Right now, we must work together to stabilize the country. The first priority is to plan how to hold a memorial service for the king."

"Furthermore, immediately send an order to the Imperial Court to arrest and detain the relatives and friends of Zhao Gao and Li Si. Keep them in isolation and custody until the emperor's mourning period is over, then decide on their punishment!"

"Yes, sir," the Chief Justice Yao Jia nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Meng Tian shouted: "Stop, Your Highness has ordered that only Zhao Gao's relatives and friends be arrested. As for Li Si, the doctor-in-chief will appoint someone to imprison and take care of him."

"What's going on?" Yao Jia was slightly stunned, then he understood, "I understand!"

Later, all the court ministers finished their discussion.

Deputy Prime Minister Feng Quji remained stationed in Xianyang, responsible for daily administrative management and making advance preparations for the First Emperor's funeral.

Fengchang, Zongzheng and Shaofu each sent officials to rush to the place where the First Emperor's hearse was parked to prepare for the reception.

So, half a month passed...

During these long fifteen days, the direct passage to the Lord of Xianyang was crowded with all the ministers and the Ying royal family who were rushing home from all over the country. Dressed in mourning clothes, they greeted the great Lord with the highest respect as he returned to this ancient and majestic city once again, and for the last time.

Woo...

Sad trumpets were blown, and shield warriors wrapped in snow-white cloth formed a formation. Following behind them was the vehicle carrying the coffin of the First Emperor, which slowly approached accompanied by the incessant sound of trumpets and the inspiring rhythm of the band.

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After the ceremony was completed, the coffin of Qin Shihuang was slowly moved into the mausoleum which had not yet been fully built.

Fusu was so sad that he cried until he fainted. A eunuch beside him gently picked him up and placed him in a sunshade tent to rest.

Phew, it's over. These etiquettes are too complicated... Fusu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that there was no one else in the tent, he opened his eyes with a little relief. However, the funeral did not end there. Because if these evildoers were not buried in the tomb in time, their breath would seem to float in the air of the whole Xianyang!

Now, it's time to prepare for the ceremony of enthroning the crown prince, followed by the coronation ceremony. These rituals are too complicated... Should I ask Shusun Tong to design a simpler one? Unfortunately, this long-term effort does not solve the immediate problem... Even if Shusun Tong's design is ready, I won't be able to use it in time... Speaking of which, I wonder if the wives who were resentful of me are still the same after being away from home for so many days? Maybe... they don't expect me to be a new father... thinking about the scene of meeting Ziying.

It's amazing that this friend who is said to be my son in later generations is actually the same age as me! And he even has a grandson!

Although these matters were not the most important considerations, the most pressing issue at hand was how to properly arrange the numerous concubines of the First Emperor...

Well, if they have many children, they may refer to some of the customs of their descendants and let their children take them home to take care of them. However, the possibility of remarriage is not high... Ha, the customs of the descendants...

Fusu tried his best to hold back the laughter that was about to burst out.

It is indeed necessary to lift the mourning period as soon as possible, take control of the country's political power, and obtain the decision-making power over the appointment and dismissal of officials with a salary of more than 1,000 stones.

After handling court affairs and dealing with the issue of Qin Shi Huang's will, Li Si hurried back to the Prime Minister's residence. At this time, he was standing in the corridor at the door, sighing at the heavy rain falling outside. He remembered the embarrassing scene at the court meeting and the cold eyes of Zhao Gao who saw him off at the palace gate.

"Uncle Sun!" A shout attracted his attention, and he saw an old man in Confucian robes walking slowly towards him.

As the sun sets, the two meet in this quiet long street.

Li Si clasped his fists and bowed to the old man, "I am grateful for your teachings, sir."

"It's not easy for young people to have such understanding." The old man nodded with a smile, a hint of relief in his eyes.

However, Li Si's expression was a little awkward. He was used to sharp arguments with noble officials in the court. But this Confucian scholar did not seem to be very good at dealing with officialdom struggles or power struggles.

"So, Brother Li, have you heard the stories circulating among the people recently? They're about the ancient saints." The old man's tone was full of anticipation.

"The story you mentioned? I have heard some legends about a mysterious period called 'Sun Changes Moon', when humans were more closely connected with nature." Li Si replied. He knew that whether the story was true or not, it would be one of the keys to his winning people's hearts.

"That's right. It is said that in that era humans replaced the moon with the movement of the sun, and it only took twenty-one days to complete a year of mourning. This change heralded the arrival of a new era," Mr. Shusun added.

"Completing the mourning period so quickly, using days instead of months, does sound a little untraditional, but it is also an innovative move." Li Si wondered whether such a reform could inspire new motivation among the people and break long-standing customs and prejudices.

"I plan to report to my superiors and suggest changing the existing funeral rules." Shusun said, his eyes flashing with firm determination. He believed that such a move would have a positive impact on society and would also cultivate new moral trends in the future.

Therefore, Li Si agreed to bring this new concept to the position of Qin Wang Zheng to seek possible implementation paths and policy support. At the same time, he also realized that this reform was not only about the mourning rules, but also about the deep-seated changes in the entire national system and social customs. At this turning point in history, Li Si shouldered the great responsibility of promoting change. He understood that only by constantly learning and understanding these traditional wisdoms could he create a better future for this great country.

And this revolutionary concept named "Ri Yi Yue" seems to have become a breeze that ignites the flame of innovation and leads the dawn of the future era.

Is this a metaphor using the story of Shang Yang? Moreover, the First Emperor and Li Si were relatives by marriage. If they were to kill each other, wouldn't that mean my nominal brothers and sisters would be killed? These old guys are really annoying. If you have any ideas, just say them! ... In my previous life, the straightforward and engineering scholar Fusu hated this style the most.

So he decided to strike back.

Fusu stared at the protruding part on the desk in silence, and began a long period of silence.

Finally, when the old man on the opposite side could no longer bear it and wanted to say something, Fusu spoke up:

"Prime Minister Li Si has devoted his heart and soul to our Great Qin day and night, and has made great contributions to the war to unify the world. Now he was just briefly deceived by a villain, which led to this major mistake."

"If we impose a severe punishment on him, it will probably chill the hearts of all the officials in the court..."

Yao Jia asked respectfully, "So, sir, what is your intention?"

Fusu looked up at Yao Jia and replied, "Let Li Si be stripped of his title, dismissed from his position as prime minister, and demoted to a commoner; as for Li You and other sons and daughters of Li Si, we do not need to question their responsibilities. Your kindness and tolerance are a blessing to our Great Qin!" Then Yao Jia stood up and saluted and asked, "I wonder how you will deal with the Second Emperor Hu Hai, the general Zhao Gao who was related to him, and Wang Li who was in charge of supervising the Great Wall garrison?" Oh my God, if it were according to my previous thoughts, they would naturally end up together, but now the situation has changed. As the true successor of the Great Qin, I must not allow myself to bear the title of 'tyrant who killed his loved ones'... Fusu thought deeply and said, "Zhao Gao is the mastermind and should be punished by law. His family property should be confiscated and used to reward those who have made contributions in this battle."

What about Wang Li? If he is punished directly, the Great Wall defenders will no longer be the first warlord of the Qin Dynasty, and it will go against the interests of those generations of military families in our country. Because in the process of eliminating the wars of various countries, Wang Jian made great contributions in the battles to destroy Zhao and Chu, and Wang Ben destroyed the four major countries of Wei, Dai, Yan, and Qi... Fusu thought about it and continued: "Because Wang Li disobeyed orders and had a noble status, based on the precedent of his grandfather and father's outstanding contributions to our Great Qin, he will be deprived of his title, his position will remain the same, and he will continue to be loyal to the Jiuyuan garrison; the rest of the generals will be demoted by one level, and they will also stay in the Jiuyuan garrison!" "As for Hu Hai, he will be maintained with the standard of support he should have, and he will be asked to do the work of guarding his father's tomb. He is not allowed to leave the palace unless there is an official order!" Then "Okay, I will get started!" Yao Jia performed the final worship ceremony and left.

About a few minutes later, Han Rang in front of the door reported again.

This time, the ones who came back were another right prime minister Feng Quji and the imperial censor Feng Jie.

Three senior executives came together. Fusu hurriedly stood up, adjusted his clothes, and walked towards the door.

After the three exchanged courtesies, Feng Quji was unwilling to sit at the top seat, so Fusu had to sit down again reluctantly. Then he asked, "What is the reason for the Prime Minister and the Imperial Censor to visit together?" Neither of them answered immediately, so Feng Jie took the initiative to say, "It's better for me to explain it."