Rebirth of Daqin: My Eldest Brother Is Actually Fusu

"Brother, can't you just listen to me once?" "I told you not to listen to advice, now it's better!" "Happy to pick up the Shangjun luxury tour package!" Zhao Xiu was reborn as Zhao Xiu, the sixth son of Qin Shihuang Yingzheng, and was a compatriot with Fusu's mother. I originally thought I could hold Fusu's thigh and lie down flat, but I didn't know that Fusu was too deeply poisoned by Confucianism. Zhao Xiu looked at Fusu and felt helpless, but the situation was not too bad and there was still a chance. "Brother, there's nothing wrong with going to the county." "We have 300,000 soldiers in our hands, we can definitely kill them back." "If a real man plays with the inheritance system, come to Xuanwumen and have a try." Fusu: "Sixth brother, be careful what you say, how could we do such an unkind and unjust thing." "By the way, where is the Xuanwu Gate?" Fusu looked confused. Zhao Xiu raised his forehead and gave a thumbs up to Fu Su: "You are amazing and noble, that's enough!" Looking at the elm-headed Fusu, Zhao Xiu sighed and realized that he could only rely on himself. A few years later, he looked at the civil and military officials around him and shouted: "Please let me ascend the throne!" Zhao Xiu was horrified: "Absolutely not! I am still relatively inexperienced."