my grandfather was qin shi huang

Zhao Ying nodded very casually while taking the initiative to clear away the dishes on the tables.

"Don't worry, Dad, it's probably not a big problem!"

It doesn't matter.

That hydraulic continuous grinding can definitely be accomplished, it will only happen sooner or later.

Seeing this boy swearing so confidently and looking so confident, the First Emperor suddenly felt a little bit of hope in his heart for some reason.

What if it really can be solved?

After putting away the dishes and chopsticks, Zhao Ying stood up neatly and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

Now that my body is developing rapidly, time is also precious.

For things like touching the First Emperor's intimacy, just touch him casually every day, as haste makes waste.

First Emperor:……

This grandson is a real grandson!

After eating, he ran away without even hesitating.

Thinking about my sons, especially the youngest son Hu Hai, how often did they not come here and try their best to stay with me for a while.

This is so good, every time it's like eating something, wipe it clean, and walk away.

"Why are you running? Come back to me!"

Zhao Ying raised his head in surprise and looked at his own grandfather.

"Come here, come to me. You will stay here honestly today and give me—"

The First Emperor suddenly couldn't think of why he wanted this brat to stay. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the pile of thick letters, and his heart suddenly moved.

"Give me a fight..."

Zhao Ying: ...

Zhao Ying refused in his heart.

After all, your body is the basis for your survival.

As he walked closer to the First Emperor, he was rapidly thinking about countermeasures and how he could run away in a reasonable way later.

Seeing this bitch reluctantly brushing up against him, the corners of the Emperor's mouth couldn't help but raise slightly, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

I don’t know why, but seeing this stinky boy deflated makes me feel particularly happy.

"You are responsible for sorting out these memorials for me and putting them into categories..."

The First Emperor said casually, but Hei standing in the corner couldn't help but his eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced at Zhao Ying who was unconscious, and then lowered his eyes again, huddled in the shadows, as silent as the hall. furnishings.

After giving instructions to Zhao Ying, the First Emperor stopped caring about him. He took the memorials stacked on several cases and began to review them carefully.

All major events in the world are decided by one's own hands.

The First Emperor had a heavy workload every day. He reviewed at least sixty kilograms of memorials and hundreds of large and small matters every day. This workload was not easy for a young man, let alone one who was nearly fifty years old. , an old man whose physical condition is no longer what it used to be?

Looking at the gray-haired First Emperor, hunched over and kneeling in front of the desk, every time he reviewed a memorial, he would subconsciously raise his hands to rub his eyes and beat his shoulders and waist. Zhao Ying couldn't help but sigh silently. .

This old man carries the whole world on his shoulders and lives a very hard life.

As long as my cheap father is more upbeat and can share a little bit of the burden, I think he won't have to work so hard.

He shook his head gently and put his hands on the First Emperor's shoulders.

The First Emperor tensed up instantly and looked back in surprise at Zhao Ying, who was kneeling behind him.

"Father, you are busy with your business, I will help you relax..."

As he spoke, before Qin Shihuang could react, his big hands began to push and squeeze.

I learned this from a little girl in the same office who pestered me every day.

It's a pity that before I could have any ambiguity, I ended up traveling here inexplicably.

Life is so unpredictable.

Feeling his grandson's slightly unfamiliar and clumsy movements, the First Emperor couldn't help but be slightly startled, then nodded gently, then lowered his head again and started reviewing his memorials.

While helping the First Emperor, he was observing the progress of the First Emperor.

Whenever he saw that he was about to finish reviewing, he would consciously take out a book from it, pass it to the First Emperor, and then return to the First Emperor's back to massage him.

Therefore, when the CRRC ordered Zhao Gao to come back from outside, he was not feeling well.

I went out to have a meal, but when I came back my life was robbed...

For a moment I didn't know where to stand.

The First Emperor stopped his movements for a moment and glanced at Zhao Ying, who was still kneeling behind him and massaging him seriously. The First Emperor waved his hand casually.

"Okay, don't waste time here, go and do your own thing..."

Zhao Ying suddenly felt like he had received an amnesty. He quickly got up from his seat. Without saying a word, he picked up his earthen jar, got up and left. He was joking and had a lot of things to do.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Dad..."

Listening to Zhao Ying's wanton voice outside the door, Qin Shihuang couldn't help but reveal an imperceptible smile, and turned to look at Hei who was standing behind him.

"I remember that he often runs to the small martial arts field in the back garden by himself recently, right? Go find two good captains at your place and bring them back to him in a few days..."

I said there would be a reward, so of course there will be a reward!

Qin Shihuang couldn't help but feel amused. This little naughty boy deliberately ran so fast when walking. It was obvious that he was retreating in order to advance. However, he was not disgusted by this small confrontation between grandfather and grandson, and was even a little interested.

However, this smile was fleeting. When his eyes fell on Zhao Gao, the commander of CRRC, he had already returned to his previous coldness and majesty.

"Where are Chunyu Yue and others now..."

The First Emperor's voice was cold.

That ignorant old thing made him extremely angry, and he already had an awe-inspiring murderous intention in his heart.

Let him get out of Xianyang, but without knowing it, he actually wants to go to Shangjun again to harm Fusu——

I really don’t dare to kill him!

"Your Majesty, early this morning, Chun Yuyue and others had already left the guest house and were preparing to go north to join the eldest son. But as soon as they walked not far away, they suddenly received a letter. After reading it, Chun Yuyue burst into tears on the spot with excitement. Communicate and directly order the carriage to turn back - when Wei Chen came, they were already stationed by the stream in the west of the city..."

Having said this, Zhao Gao hesitated for a moment and secretly glanced at the First Emperor's face.

"At this time, trees are being cut down and houses are being built on the mountain. Judging from the appearance, it seems that they want to live there for a long time..."

When the First Emperor heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

How stubborn Chunyu Yue is, he knows better than anyone else that even ten cows can't pull back a decision he has made. Last time, I had a public debate with Li Si in the court for more than ten days about the county system, and he didn't lose. After he publicly supported the county system, he refused to bow his head and repeatedly gave advice.

As a result, I received a letter this time and changed my mind on the spot?

This all sounds like a myth.

"Weichen was also very curious at the time, and asked people to secretly investigate the child who sent the letter. However, the child was only five or six years old. He didn't say anything clearly. He only said that he was sent by a passing elder brother..."

Having said this, Zhao Gao bowed and did not dare to raise his head.

"The humble minister did something bad, please punish me..."

The First Emperor pondered for a moment and waved his hand gently.

"Since he is willing to live in peace and contentment, let him linger there - let people keep an eye on him. I want to see what kind of medicine he is selling in this old man's gourd..."

The souls of those who died under the Da Qin sword are not short of him, Chunyu Yue.