The Summoner of the Battle of All Realms

Fusu looked around at the people in the palace, and there was no expression on his face, as if he was looking at a group of cabbage.

"Father, my son has something to announce." Fusu stood in the center of the palace, facing everyone's eyes, and bowed his hands to Ying Zheng, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Ying Zheng looked at Fu Su with interest.

In Fusu's body, he saw the shadow of his past, but Fusu was more talented and more capable than him, like a son of heaven, loved by heaven.

Not only is he unforgettable, talented and intelligent, but he can also draw inferences from one case to another. The only pity is that he has lived in a greenhouse since he was a child and has not experienced the baptism of wind and rain.

Ying Zheng knew about Fusu's assassination over the years, but he didn't stop it.

Thinking of how much suffering he has gone through, how many people have died, and how many conspiracies and tricks he has seen, in Ying Zheng's heart, Fusu is his heir, and he needs blood to grow.

It turned out that he was right, and Fusu became stronger and stronger.

Ying Zheng never knew that Fusu actually contained the "Dragon Canon of the Yellow Emperor", a super-powerful collection of imperial Taoism. Every time he broke through one level, he could gain a physical talent.

"Father, my son will soon be sixteen. I want to move out of the palace and open the palace myself. Establish a career." Fusu looked at Ying Zheng and spoke bluntly.

He was not worried at all that Ying Zheng would not be able to tolerate him, on the contrary, Ying Zheng would even admire him.

Compared with cowardly and incompetent people, Ying Zheng admires enterprising, even ambitious people more.

Ying Zheng is a man of great talent and shrewdness, and Fusu is indeed the heir of the empire.

"Oh", Ying Zhengqing said "oh", no one guessed what the other party was thinking.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Ying Zheng fell into his memories, thinking that when Fusu was born, there was a vision from heaven, and he became a father that day.

"Okay," Ying Zheng thought about it and nodded in agreement. It was time for the chicks to fly.

Fu Su opened a mansion, which means that he can recruit troops and horses, keep diners in captivity, and cultivate his own power.

"A hundred meters away from Xianyang Palace, there is a set of Beppu, and the widow will give it to you, so that you can often enter the palace to accompany your mother and grandmother in the future." Ying Zheng is still very fond of his wife Feel good.

Moreover, as Fusu's eldest son, Ying Zheng always wanted to give him some benefits.

"Thank Father King", Fusu is so happy, what he wants is the right to open the mansion, so that his retainers and others will have a place to play. He never thought that Ying Zheng would be so generous and directly reward himself with a house. .

Even if you guess with your butt, you can guess it. The house is definitely not small, otherwise Ying Zheng would not have to take it out, and it would not be shameful enough.

"You don't need to thank the widow, you have grown up now, and you have to walk the road yourself in the future," Ying Zheng said to Fusu, "I won't arrange for you, you will control it yourself."

"My son understands," Fusu nodded, not sending someone to him was exactly what he wanted.

Who knows if the servants Ying Zheng dispatched have spies from other people. Many assassins and spies are pervasive, so it's better to recruit them yourself.

"I don't know what's going on with the father, but he has summoned so many ministers," Fusu asked deliberately.

"You will soon become an adult, and the widow has been on the throne for three years at your age." Looking at Fusu, Ying Zheng planned to let Fusu listen to him, "Find a place to sit down."

"Yes, Father," Fusu sat aside and listened to everyone talking.

Lu Buwei took a deep look at Fusu. He has been holding his ground all these years, because Fusu's progress has been too fast, and every time he can turn a danger into a save, and every time there are capable people who help him, let him return without success.

Moreover, in recent years, Fusu has been out of the palace very few times, and there is no chance of assassination at all, so she put it on hold.

In addition to Lu Buwei, there were several people who looked at Fusu, such as the emperor's teacher, Wei Liaozi, the father and son of Meng Ao and Meng Wu of the Meng family, and Wang Jian, the **** of war during the Warring States Period, and so on.

There was nothing unusual about Fusu, and he listened carefully.

"What do you think of the proposal to cut Han?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Your Majesty, it has been six years since the last battle against Korea, and I feel that the time is ripe." Meng Ao was the main battle faction, and he has been in the military all his life, and he is not afraid to fight at all.

"The minister does not approve," Yu Liaozi was not afraid of offending Mengao, and said directly, "Now the Korean literature has Zhang Kaidi, Wu has Ji Wuye, if we want to attack South Korea, unless we send heavy troops, and do To prepare for a loss, Wei Chen feels that the time is not ripe."

Although Wei Liaozi seldom marches to fight, he has a sharp eye and he sees problems very comprehensively. Although he is very confident in Qin's military strength, he is not blind. After all, the other party is not a mediocrity. The strongest general, one is the virtuous prime minister of South Korea for a hundred years, if it were not for the incompetence of King Han, South Korea would not be the weakest among the Seven Kingdoms.

To swallow this piece of meat, you must be prepared to bleed.

"Well," Ying Zheng clearly understood this, and his brows could not help but wrinkle, "It was because of this that we attacked South Korea last time, is there really no way?"

"Father, my son has a plan." Hearing this, Fusu stood up.

In South Korea at this time, Han Fei had just returned to China, and quicksand had not yet been established, so he just went to South Korea to inquire.

"Nonsense", Ying Zheng couldn't help scolding.

"Father, please listen to Erchen's strategy first." Fusu did not flinch, "According to Erchen's knowledge, King Han is a very incompetent person. It has already collapsed. Of course, this is not the point. The point is that Ji Wuye controls the whole country in South Korea, under one person, over ten thousand people, and even King Han sometimes has to look at Ji Wuye's face. The minister wanted to say yes, Zhang Kaidi, as the head of civil servants, was loyal and dared to speak out directly, while Ji Wuye, as the head of the generals, was very ambitious, and even cleared dissent in the courtroom. If we borrow Ji Wuye's hand to get rid of the open ground, then there is no doubt that South Korea will lose an arm, and for us, the threat will be cut in half," Fusu boasted.

"What a trick to use a knife to kill." Wei Liaozi's eyes lit up involuntarily, applauding Fusu's strategy.