Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

Elder Qin was stunned for a moment, and asked,

"Ah Lang, is it possible that in your heart, the First Emperor is not a tyrant?"

Zhao Lang shook his head as a matter of course,

"Old Qin, you don't know about this, the first emperor unified the six kingdoms..."

He recounted the merits of the first emperor, and then said,

"So, Emperor Shihuang cannot be regarded as a tyrant."

How many times has he said this set of words?

Very ripe.

Although Qin Shihuang has heard it several times, he still never tires of hearing it.

But Qin Lao heard it for the first time, and a trace of hesitation appeared on his face.

Looking at Qin Shihuang, who was very close to Zhao Lang, he released his hands from his waist, and asked,

"However, Ah Lang, the First Emperor was not friendly to us and the other schools of thought."

Before Zhao Lang replied, Qin Shihuang said with a bit of chill,

"It's not surprising that the tyrant is not friendly because he only wants to speak for one family and ignores others."

Zhao Lang heard the dissatisfaction in his father's words, but he didn't think about it, but went back,

"Old Qin, my father is right. Think about it, apart from farmers and doctors, who cares about ordinary people?"

"Even if it is Confucianism and Mohism, they say they want to treat the common people kindly, but they still have a lofty attitude."

As the head of the farm family, Zhao Lang has a good understanding of this.

These days, he has often received information about farmers being bullied.

Elder Qin was silent for a moment.

He knew that Zhao Lang was right.

All schools of thought hold their own knowledge, and they always have a sense of superiority over ordinary people.

All talented and learned people in the world are like this, it is unavoidable.

Zhao Lang continued,

"As for whether the first emperor will persecute the various schools of thought, we can actually see it now."

"I heard that Mohism and Confucianism are currently debating in Xianyang City, but the First Emperor did not prohibit it. It can be deduced that the First Emperor did not intend to kill all schools of thought."

Elder Qin actually knew it too, but in this way, some things didn't make sense to him, so he frowned and said,

"Ah Lang, if that's the case, why did you rebel?"

Hearing this familiar question, Zhao Lang couldn't help showing a wry smile, and said,

"Old Qin, that's why I was so surprised before."

"According to my original calculation, Emperor Shihuang has less than three years left."

"Once the first emperor dies, without his suppression, the remnants of the six kingdoms will surely stir up chaos, and all schools of thought will surely rise in chaos."

"At that time, the world will definitely be in chaos! People will be devastated!"

"That's why I want to prepare early to deal with troubled times."

Hearing this, Elder Qin's face couldn't help turning pale. He had seen the melee of the Seven Kingdoms and knew the cruelty of war!

"The world is going to fall into war again? How miserable are the people!"

Hearing this, Zhao Lang also sighed, but quickly said,

"But Mr. Qin, haven't you met the First Emperor today?"

"You said he still has five to seven years to live, which is very difficult!"

As soon as Zhao Lang finished speaking, he heard the old man shouting,

"Langer! What did you say?!"

"What five to seven years!"

Zhao Lang turned his head and saw his father and Uncle Zhao looking at him in shock.

Zhao Lang understood his father's feelings very well, he was preparing to rebel, and he had been telling him for three years.

Now it has been out of the blue for several years, and after a long time, some accidents are prone to occur.

If it is discovered, it will be the culprit of ransacking the family and exterminating the family!

Who got this?

So he quickly comforted,

"Father, don't panic, I know Shi Huangdi lived a long time."

"However, there may be some changes in the middle, and there may be an accident or something."

"In short, don't worry, Emperor Shihuang will definitely not live long!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a bang in the room, and the sound of heavy objects falling.

As soon as Zhao Lang turned his head, he saw his Uncle Zhao, who was not in good health, sitting on the ground.

Hurry up and help me up,

"Oh, Uncle Zhao, I fell down last time, and I know that my legs are prone to numbness, so don't sit all the time."

"Come on, just stand for a while."

"Old Qin, show me Uncle Zhao too. His legs and feet are always numb, and he always falls on the ground. How can this happen?"

Zhao Lang said to Mr. Qin at this time.

Zhao Gao suddenly squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, and said,

"Thank you, Alang."