PFC Chapter 324: Taking Control of Xianyang (1)
Chapter 324: Taking Control of Xianyang (1)
On the other hand, after Li Ziwei received the news from Meng Yi, he spread the word that Zhao Gao had led troops to rebel and had been executed on the spot, and now he wanted to purge Zhao Gao's followers.
Suddenly, the city of Xianyang was in chaos.
Officials ran around in panic, and the streets were filled with a tense atmosphere.
Taking advantage of the chaos in the city and the soldiers' lack of attention to defense, Li Ziwei quickly led his men to seize the west gate of Xianyang and successfully opened the city gate.
After Meng Tian outside the city received the news, he immediately ordered a siege.
The defenders were already in a panic, and facing the Qin army that was pouring in like a tide, their resistance seemed pale and powerless.
Soon, the city gate was breached and the Qin army rushed into the city like hungry wolves.
When Tu You heard the news that the city gate had been breached and Hu Hai was dead, he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with trembling hands, as if it was his last resort.
Then he slowly drew his sword, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, and he committed suicide.
Under the protection of Meng Tian and Li You, Chunyu Yue, Fu Sheng and others surrounded Prince Fusu and slowly stepped into the heavy and weathered city gate of Xianyang City.
Fusu's eyes slowly swept across the scene in the city. Everywhere he looked, there were broken walls and desolate ruins. The once prosperous and bustling streets now seemed deserted, with only a few frightened people looking around with horror on their faces.
Seeing this scene, Fusu couldn't help but feel an indescribable grief in his heart, as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing heavily on his heart.
Chunyu Yue keenly sensed Prince Fusu's change in mood. He hurried forward a few steps and softly consoled him, "Prince, please do not be overly sad. Although the current situation is difficult, it is also a time for reconstruction. We are willing to go through fire and water for you, even death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Sheng, Shusun Tong, and the others hurried forward, bowed in greeting, and shouted in unison, "We are willing to die for you, my lord! We will sacrifice our lives to help you rebuild the Qin Empire!"
Fusu looked at everyone, tears in his eyes.
He said slowly, "Fusu will always remember your kindness. Now that the Great Qin has gone through this disaster, it is truly in need of restoration. We must work together to overcome this difficult time."
After saying that, Fusu took a deep breath, straightened his back, and under the gaze of everyone full of expectation and respect, he strode towards the royal city that symbolized power and dignity.
The crowd behind him followed closely, like a torrent, unstoppable.
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That night, the Zhangtai Palace was brightly lit with candles.
Fusu stood quietly in the hall, his eyes slowly sweeping over everything familiar before him.
His eyes were filled with complex emotions, memories of the past and confusion about the future.
He slowly raised his head and cast his gaze on the dragon throne above the hall. It was a symbol of power and a place he once longed for but could not reach.
The dragon throne seemed to still linger with the aura of his father, and the familiar desk was no longer piled high with bamboo slips and memorials as usual.
A familiar scene flashed before my eyes.
"Your son greets the emperor, father." Fusu said softly, as if the First Emperor was sitting on the dragon throne, looking at him with a smile.
"Fusu, do you know why I want to demote you to the frontier?" The voice of the First Emperor sounded in his ears, majestic but with a hint of helplessness.
Fusu lowered his head, not daring to look the First Emperor in the eye. He knew that his behavior had disappointed his father.
"I know I was wrong, father." Fusu's voice trembled a little. He was afraid of losing his father's approval.
"You are my eldest son, and I have high hopes for you. But you are too kind and lack decisiveness. What the world needs is a monarch with courage." The First Emperor's tone became stern.
Fusu felt a pang of sadness in his heart. Now he finally understood his father's painstaking efforts and also knew his own shortcomings.
"I will work hard and live up to your expectations, father." Fusu raised his head and looked firmly at the empty dragon throne above the hall.
It seemed as if Fusu saw the First Emperor's satisfied smile, and that smile was like a ray of light, illuminating the darkness in his heart.
He took a deep breath, turned and left the hall.
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A greedy person will try to swallow an elephant, and a greedy person will try to eat the moon.
The night gradually deepened, but several mansions in Xianyang City were still brightly lit.
In the lobby of Chun Mansion.
Fu Sheng, Shusun Tong, Yang Zi, Quan Gong, Li Ke and other former Confucian scholars and doctors all came to Chunyu Yue's house.
After all, tomorrow is Fusu’s first court meeting.
Everyone wanted to discuss with Prince Fusu's teacher, Chunyu Yue, who is now the leader of Confucian scholars, how to gain Prince Fusu's support for Confucianism and make Confucianism dominate the court in the future.
Chunyu Yue was sitting upright in the main seat, his eyes slowly sweeping over everyone present.
Fu Sheng, Shusun Tong, Yang Zi, Quan Gong, Li Ke and other former Confucian scholars and doctors all sat around with serious expressions.
Chunyu Yue watched everyone arrive, sighed slightly, and said, "Everyone, although Prince Fusu once studied Confucianism with me, the situation is complicated now, and we must not act hastily."
Everyone nodded, their eyes revealing respect and trust for Chunyu Yue.
Fu Sheng frowned and said in a firm tone: "Sir, the Legalists have had a deep foundation for many years. If we don't establish the status of Confucianism as soon as possible, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future." There was a hint of worry in his words, as if he was uneasy about the current situation.
Yangzi, Li Ke and others nodded quickly and agreed, "Mr. Fu Sheng is absolutely right."
Shusun Tong continued, "Gentlemen, this is a rare opportunity. The late emperor has passed away, and Li Si, Feng Quji and others have all died. This is a good opportunity for us Confucianists to make great strides. Opportunities cannot be missed, and once lost, they will never come back!" There was a hint of excitement in his voice, as if he saw hope for the future of Confucianism.
Chunyu Yue waved his hand gently, signaling everyone to be quiet.
After pondering for a moment, he slowly said, "I understand everyone's feelings, but we must act with caution now."
Everyone was silent for a while, and then Fu Sheng spoke again: "Sir, what should we do?"
His eyes revealed his expectation for Chunyu Yue, hoping to get some specific advice.
Chunyu Yue's lips curled up slightly, a faint smile quietly appearing. In his eyes, a subtle glimmer of wisdom suddenly flashed.
He spoke slowly, "There is a shortage of officials in the court right now. I believe everyone here has many disciples. In this situation, isn't this a perfect opportunity?"
Chunyu Yue's words were like a stone that caused a thousand ripples.
After hearing this, everyone present first showed a look of astonishment on their faces, which was then replaced by uncontrollable excitement.
Their eyes instantly became as bright as torches, as if they saw countless golden lights shining before their eyes.
Fu Sheng could no longer contain his excitement and shouted eagerly, "Master, you are absolutely right! You are truly far-sighted and wise! We can indeed recommend those outstanding disciples to serve as officials in the court. Let them start with the most junior positions, and step by step, work steadily and steadily to infiltrate our Confucian ideas throughout the court."
After hearing what Fu Sheng said, the others nodded in agreement and kept praising the ingenuity of this idea.
For a moment, the originally quiet hall was filled with cheers one after another, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.