Daqin: Bear children tell stories, emperors beg to shut up

But who would have thought that Ying Zheng stretched out a hand, directly grabbed Fusu's arm, and said softly, "This is a secret room, you and my father don't have to be so polite."

"Father?"

Fusu raised his eyes suddenly, looking at Ying Zheng in front of him in disbelief.

in his memory.

Ever since he was a child, his father has always been stern and strict with himself.

Fusu has never felt a trace of tenderness from Yingzheng.

But today.

The father in front of him seemed to be a different person.

Through the faint candlelight.

It was the first time in Fusu's life that he observed Yingzheng so closely.

His bronzed face was covered with fine wrinkles.

His gray sideburns have already climbed to the ends of his hair.

The kindness and tenderness in his eyes warmed his heart.

Fusu's eyes gradually became moist, and at the end, tears welled up like springs.

He got it.

The father in front of him has indeed changed.

He becomes a real father.

"Ugh."

Looking at the tearful Fusu, Ying Zheng let out a long sigh.

He was silent for a long time before he slowly opened his mouth and said: "Fusu, your father asked you to leave the capital, do you blame your father?"

Fusu shook his head quickly, and said decisively: "No, father, I have never felt any resentment in my heart."

The corners of Ying Zheng's tightly pursed lips finally showed a slight curvature.

"Good boy."

He patted Fusu on the shoulder and said, "Your sincere heart is very similar to when I was young."

Hearing this sentence, Fusu couldn't stand it anymore.

Yingzheng is the goal he looks up to all his life.

To get such approval from Ying Zheng, even if Fu Su died, he would be smiling.

"Okay, let's talk about business first, father and son."

Like a father, Ying Zheng wiped away tears for Fusu in front of him, and said with a smile, "Do you know why I brought you to this secret room?"

Fusu shook his head: "I don't know."

Ying Zheng continued to ask: "Then do you know why I insist on you going to Jiuyuan?"

Fu Su nodded, and replied honestly: "Royal Father nominally wants me to go to Jiuyuan to sharpen, but actually he doesn't want people to use me to disturb the court."

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up, and he smiled with relief, "I'm very pleased that you can see this clearly."

"However, this is not the most critical."

Hearing this sentence, Fu Su was a little confused, and asked curiously: "Is there any other deep meaning, Father?"

Ying Zheng gradually restrained his smile, and said with a serious expression: "Fusu, I will not betray you anymore. Let's be honest, I want to cultivate Chang'an and make him the successor of Daqin."

boom!

As soon as these words came out, Fusu was immediately in a mess on the spot, like five thunderbolts.

Everyone is numb.

What kind of trouble is this?

"But this morning, father and emperor clearly..."

Fusu could talk and play, and Ying Zheng raised his hand slightly to signal him not to worry.

"I know what you think."

"During the early court, everyone saw Zhen unleashing a thunderous anger, and everyone also concluded that the nineteenth prince of Daqin has been completely ruined in the future."

"From now on, no one will pay attention to him, and no one will use him like he used you."

After hearing Ying Zheng's words, Fusu's hands and feet were cold in shock.

He got it, he got it all.

That's why the father was furious at the Nineteenth National Congress in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

On the surface it seems to be blame, but in fact it is protection!

The Great Qin Empire seemed to be calm, but there was always a dark tide.

Whether it is the court, or the folk, or the rivers and lakes.

How many people have ulterior motives, how many people are greedy and vicious?

They will do anything to achieve their goals.

For example, Fusu, as the eldest son of Daqin, has been surrounded by countless people since he was a child, always vaguely affecting his thoughts and changing his soul.

He knows the pain better than anyone else.

Fusu didn't want his younger brother to go through such pain again.

He raised his head, looked at his father with scorching eyes, looked at this eternal emperor, and felt an unprecedented admiration in his heart.

Today's early morning rage, it has been hidden from Li Si, Zhao Gao, all the ministers and officials, and even his own son.

"The heart of an emperor is as deep as the sea, and the ancients never deceived me!"

Fusu couldn't help but sighed with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing this, Ying Zheng smiled bitterly.

Who would want to live wearing a mask if they could?

As for Ying Zheng, the emperor of all ages, he has more, thicker, and more masks than anyone else, and they cannot be removed.

He will always wear a mask, face his wife, children, and officials, and become a real loner until the moment of death.

"Fusu, this is a secret that only belongs to you and my father and son. Except you, no one knows, not even Xiao Nineteen himself."

"Do you know why I want to tell you this top secret thing?"

Ying Zheng asked.

Fu Su shook his head blankly: "Because I'm his big brother?"

Ying Zheng smiled lightly and said, "That's just one of the reasons."

"I want you to go to Jiuyuan, hoping that you can pave the way for Chang'an's future, understand?"

Fusu's eyes suddenly lit up.

He got it.

The 30 Daqin iron cavalry in Jiuyuan are the soul of Daqin, the foundation of Daqin, and the lifeblood and portal of Daqin.

One day, when Chang'an ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, this power would be able to sweep away all obstacles, and it would have the effect of calming the sea.

Father needs someone, someone who can be entrusted to both himself and Chang'an, to guard Jiuyuan and control the 30 Qin cavalry.

And the most suitable person to do this is himself, Ying Fusu!

Thinking of this, Fusu couldn't help feeling his scalp go numb.

If he had only admired Ying Zheng before, then at this moment, he is really cast down.

Such a large layout may last for several years, or even ten years.

No one knows how hard the road will be.

on this road.

Only Yingzheng and Fusu, the father and son, forge ahead, in order to create a better future for the thriving little guy.

Until this moment, Fusu finally understood how huge the gap between himself and his father was.

Everything is understood, and everything is relieved.

Fusu's face showed a relaxed smile that he had never seen before: "Father, don't worry, I will definitely protect this foundation for Xiao Jiujiu. When that day comes, I, the big brother, will definitely protect him with my life." !"

Ying Zheng also showed a gratified smile.

He patted Fusu on the shoulder, and encouraged him with the only kind tone in his life: "Good son!"

.......

027 The story told by the brat has come true!

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

In the Eighteenth Prince's residence, bursts of wanton laughter could be heard.

Hu Hai looked at Zhao Gao standing in front of him, and asked excitedly, "Teacher, how is my performance this morning?"

Under the bright moonlight.

Zhao Gao's face became paler and paler.

He didn't show much emotion, just nodded: "The performance is not bad."

Hearing this sentence, Hu Hai was even more delighted.

After getting along for so many years, he knew Zhao Gao's character very well.

He is cautious and outrageous, and will never let anyone catch any handles.

What is hidden in Zhao Gao's words is a kind of identification.

In other words.

Hu Hai succeeded.

"That's great, when Big Brother leaves the capital, there will be no one who can compare to me."

Hu Hai rubbed his hands excitedly, and said to himself: "Little Nineteen is so stupid, he dared to disobey the emperor in public."

When mentioning Win Chang'an, Zhao Gao finally showed a sneer on his dead face.

"You can't live without committing evil. This time, winning Chang'an is considered to have completely lost the Sacred Heart."

As soon as he thought of winning the face of that brat in Chang'an, Zhao Gao couldn't get angry at all.

Ying Chang'an not only beat Zhao Gao in the street, but also caused him to lose all face.

In the early court, that bear child still gave Zhao Gao a big pot on his back.

Until now, Zhao Gao still has lingering fears.

Fortunately, His Majesty didn't take it seriously, otherwise the old man would really fall into the hands of this brat.

"Teacher, what should we do next?"

Hu Hai looked at Zhao Gao with bright eyes.

He couldn't wait to be favored by Ying Zheng again.

Zhao Gao restrained his mind and said calmly: "In a few days, His Majesty will go out to hunt in the city, and that is a good opportunity for you to perform."

"Teacher, how should I behave?"

Hu Hai asked anxiously.

Zhao Gao took a look at Hu Hai, paused, and said leisurely, "The Eighteenth Prince is about to reach his age, and it's time to become a warrior."