"Among civil officials, the one who quarreled the most now is the doctor Wang Ji."

"Wang Ji? Isn't that old guy about to die? Why did he jump out and lie in muddy water!"

Zhao Gao hesitated for a moment and said to Ying Zheng: "I heard from the older generation that when Ying Guang was still in command, Wang Ji took great care of him. When King Wu was King, Wang Ji was not a minor official, and later he was promoted because of his kindness to Fan Sui."

"Fan Sui?"

Ying Zheng knocked on the table viciously, "No matter who it is, as long as he dares to talk nonsense, he will die without a place to bury him!"

......

Puyang City was silent at night. After Mo Yin took a shower, she casually wrapped herself in a gauze and returned to the room. However, she saw Ying Guang looking at something with the candlelight as big as a bean.

"It's so late, why don't you rest?"

Ying Guang rubbed his eyes, threw the bamboo slip aside, turned around and hugged Mo Yin in his arms and said softly: "Gongsun Ze just improved his plan for Qin. After reading it, I simulated it several times in my mind. I think it is very feasible. My wife will help me to learn more about it later."

Mo Yin twisted Ying Guang and smiled and said, "Forget it, women's families are not allowed to interfere in political affairs. This is a rule. It's not good to say more and say less. Don't pull me into the water!"

Ying Guangman curled his lips indifferently, "Don't listen to those people who are blind. You have to follow their words. There are too many rules. Those who can restrain people to death. Besides, we are the only ones here, and those people will not come here to speak out."

"Okay, okay, Gongsun Ze has come up with another idea for you." Mo Yin leaned his head against Ying Guang's shoulder and asked with a smile.

Gongsun Ze's idea was actually very simple. In future generations, we can understand it as a propaganda war. At that time, all the dark lines in Xianyang will be activated. They will take advantage of the influence of the Lu Buwei incident to set off a wave of doubts about Ying Zheng's bloodline among the people. At the same time, someone will take advantage of the momentum to attack in the royal court. Two-pronged approach will inevitably make Ying Zheng difficult.

Mo Yin thought for a while before silently saying to Ying Guang: "But this way, the shadow's chess piece in Xianyang will probably not be able to be saved much. Ying Zheng is not a rude person. As long as the signs appear, he will definitely kill him and flow into a river of blood."

"These Gongsuns have solutions, but I don't know how much trouble it will cause in the end!"

Under the intentional or unintentional promotion of Gongsun Ze, the news in Xianyang City became increasingly rapid. In the various teahouses and restaurants, there must be remarks about the impure bloodline of the Qin King in their conversations. After Ying Zheng used iron-blooded means to suppress a group of civilians, his tyrannical means quickly caused a rebound from the scholar-official class. Many long-standing great scholars wrote a joint letter, asking Ying Zheng to confirm the purity of his bloodline, and at the same time asked Ying Guang to ask him to return.

Ying She, who was far away in his ancestral land, also seized this opportunity and mobilized his remaining forces in Xianyang to put pressure on the royal court. However, he did not want to support Ying Guang, but wanted to let himself take over Xianyang.

But just as they were preparing to force the palace, Ying Zheng, who had been silent, finally took action.

"My Lord, I am hereby the order of the king, and I will invite you into the palace."

At Wang Ji's mansion, Zhao Gao took the imperial guards straight to the main hall with a stern face, but saw that Wang Ji had been on his face and had been sitting there for a long time.

"master!"

Seeing that Wang Ji was about to be taken away by Zhao Gao, his wife Liu suddenly ran over and grabbed Wang Ji's hand tightly.

"Master, after entering the palace, don't say to the king, you're about to die, what else can you let go of!"

Wang Ji looked at his wife with complicated eyes. He also knew that he would be able to come back if he could go there, but he had to go there. As a member of the Shadow in Xianyang City, Wang Ji passed by year after year in fear. He originally thought he could have a peaceful and sound ending, but his last mission forced him to expose it to the public.

"Madam, don't worry, there are many famous scholars who went there with you. Lord Wang is just going to go through the motions."

Zhao Gao smiled and comforted Wang Ji's wife in a constant voice, but he could not see any comfort in his eyes. On the contrary, it was full of ridicule, mockery and cruelty.

When Wang Ji heard this, he didn't understand Zhao Gao's meaning. Those great scholars' arguments about the bloodline of the Qin King had touched the bottom line of the Qin King. So he would start to kill the chicken to warn the monkey!

Along the way, Wang Ji was unable to stop. He looked at the surroundings from the car window. He saw that the palace square was full of Confucian scholars wearing white shirts. They held bamboo slips and said something fiercely to the black-armored guards. The black-armored guards had no expression on their faces and just stood there. No intense words could cause any turmoil in their hearts.

Under Zhao Gao's leadership, Wang Ji walked up to the hall and saw that there were already many people in the hall, and there were not a single general. However, Prime Minister Fan Sui came early. Several great scholars of the world stood in the center of the hall. He heard them keep saying: "King, bloodline matters are related to the foundation of the country. We have no intention of making things difficult for the king. As long as the king can prove his bloodline, we will naturally not have anything else to say. Not only that, if we come forward to tell him, the rumors in the city will naturally be self-defeating!"

Ying Zheng sat on the platform and twitched the corners of his mouth disdainfully.

"If you say that, how should I prove my bloodline? Is it not possible to have the evidence of my mother?"

The great scholars looked at each other, and one of them said first: "It's okay, just ask Prince Ying She back and let him come forward to testify."

"I think it's okay to ask Prince Ying Guang to go back!"

"Prince Ying She has been in the palace since he was a child. He knows very well about the secret Xin in the palace. If you ask him to come back, you can definitely solve our doubts!"

"Prince Yingguang is the parent-child of King Wu. He has a very noble status. Only with him as a testimony can he be more convincing!"

Ying Zheng listened to the mixed words below and refused to comment. At this time, he suddenly saw Wang Ji walking in, and waved to Wang Ji with a smile and said, "Mr. Wang, after hearing these great scholars' words, I wonder what you think?"

Wang Ji stood up straight, cleared his throat, bowed to everyone in the hall one by one, and then said, "Go back to the king, as for the bloodline, the king needs to give everyone in the world an explanation. As for the specific method, it is naturally the final word."

"Oh? Gu's final word? Hahaha!"

Ying Zheng smiled at Wang Ji and said, "Mr. Wang, do you really think that I don't know the things you did behind my back? But that's fine, since you said that, I will give you a solution!"
Chapter completed!