Hu Hai

Fusu seemed to be aware of Li Si's gaze, and when he looked at him, he turned his head. The two eyes briefly met. Fusu smiled gently, and then looked away.

However, Li Si felt that the prince's gaze towards him was full of sharp warnings, which made him dare not move his loose loyalty to King Qin.

With just one glance, Li Si was already stiffened by Fusu. He lowered his eyes involuntarily, folded his wide sleeves and put his trembling hands together. It took him a long time to calm down the fear in his heart.

He said in his heart: I didn't expect that the eldest son has grown to such a degree. With just one look, he is as powerful as the king, and even calmer than the king. This is not to blame the king for not being calm and wise enough, but the joy of victory. It was completely guided to his personal achievements, and the king ignored the people under his rule.

Li Si, as a capable minister who inspires and governs the country well, feels somewhat unspeakable dissatisfaction with this in his heart. He can't restrain his thoughts, and looks forward to being diverted by a wiser heir to the King of Qin, even though he doesn't think the King There is nothing wrong with asking for a title change.

Li Si and Fu Su were fighting with each other, but Ying Zheng's thoughts were not on the two of them. He didn't notice the strange interaction between the near minister and the eldest son at all. Instead, Wang Wan and Wei Liao saw Li Si and Fu Su's actions, and they had different feelings in their hearts. Thinking about it, Meng Yi, who was appointed by Ying Zheng to sort out military and civilian achievements, was hesitant to speak, and he paused for a long time before drooping his eyes and swallowing what he wanted to say.

Fusu saw that the atmosphere in the study was condensed, and a gentle smile curled up on the corner of his mouth. He smoothed things over and said softly, "Father, Yao Jiashangqing persuaded King Qi's head, so the students from Jixia Academy should be merged into the state of Qin—it just so happens that Dr. Guan Heting The Wei’s Mansion is short of manpower, so why not send them together and let the Ting Wei choose, so as to distinguish whether there are real talents who are suitable for the post, so that they can be sent to various counties in the future.”

"Fusu is right." Hearing this, Ying Zheng pulled his mind away from his respected question, thought about his words for a while, and then nodded in agreement with Fusu's point of view. Then, he smiled, "The "Dingguo Ten" sent by Li Si "Strategy" is not ruined at all. Qi State and our Great Qin are far away, and the words and laws are not the same. It is really in line with Ting Wei's words. If you want to make the people of counties and counties merged into the territory of Qin State obedient, you must first treat each Start with words that have their own shapes and deep meanings, otherwise what the widows say will not be carried out at the lower levels."

Ying Zheng spoke casually, but Li Si was overjoyed, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, and said excitedly: "Li Si has already prepared a copy of the text, please look it over, Your Majesty!"

Ying Zheng looked at Xin Ti's handwriting of the Qin Zhuan on the brocade silk, with a look of surprise on his face, he slammed the big case, and said loudly: "Ting Wei's handwriting is so beautiful!"

Ying Zheng's words are not flattery, but praise from the heart. Li Si is well known among the courtiers, but he is always busy with government affairs, and he always writes like a dragon, with more hectic handwriting and less thought. Today Suddenly presenting a carefully written big character, Ying Zheng couldn't think of other words to express his shock when he saw this big character for the first time except praise - Li Si's big characters are both vigorous and casual; It is majestic, neat and beautiful, and the words are connected with each other, just like the mountains and rivers of Kyushu are endless, so beautiful!

After Ying Zheng praised Li Si, he suddenly found that the so-called "one text" was only fifty. Being able to write fifty characters has already taken a lot of energy—but even if the king fills up the Tingwei mansion, the complexity of the seven kingdoms of the world is beyond the skill of the minister, the king still needs to find more virtuous and knowledgeable people Edit the text with the minister."

"Why not? Anyone Ting Wei likes can be recruited to edit the text." Ying Zheng boldly promised without any hesitation.

Li Si handed over his luggage and said with a smile: "Thank you, Your Majesty first. When we recruit people in the future, we still need to let His Majesty look at them. These people are quite famous, and I may not be able to invite them myself."

"That depends on Ting Wei's ability. Anyway, no matter who you are, you are the people under the rule of the widow, even if you hide in the deep mountains and old forests." Ying Zheng couldn't help laughing when he remembered the habits of the students during the war.

Before the Qin State unified the world, students who were unwilling to accept the signs of the monarch as officials, their favorite method was to find a deep mountain and old forest between the two countries to hide in. Now that the world is over and the world is one, there is no more. Go to the possibility of avoiding the possibility of not knowing which country they belong to, unless they all have the courage to run to the grassland to face the barbarians.

Li Si and Ying Zheng had always been close, so they instantly understood the meaning of his words, and then laughed out loud after a moment of surprise. When his laughter stopped, the idea of ​​investing in the recovery of the prince had already come to his mind.

Li Si sighed in his heart, thinking: the prince is really a thorough person, knowing that the old man has worked with the king for many years, even if he complains a few words, he is still loyal to the king, even if he shows kindness to the prince for a while, he should do everything in retrospect It didn't happen, so it couldn't help him.

Yingzheng kept discussing with the courtiers, and quickly settled the work before the court meeting, and then the courtiers left in a hurry.

After all the outsiders had left, Ying Zheng also had a tired and gloomy expression on his face. Fu Su raised his eyes and immediately got up and said, "Father is tired, why don't you rest for a while, and my son should also send Hu Hai back. Siesta."

Ying Zheng raised his hand and squeezed his swollen forehead, nodded tiredly with half-closed eyes, Fu Su immediately led Hu Hai out, and when he reached the door, he couldn't help but stop, turned around and said, "Father If you feel tired after working hard today, why don't you call the imperial doctor to treat your father."

Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes, with a slight smile on his face, and said gently: "I'm fine, I know my body very well, so I don't need to call them here—the soup is not good, Hu Hai knows it best, right?" Bar?"

Ying Zheng didn’t forget to tease the youngest son when he spoke. Hu Hai opened his mouth, finally let out a soft snort, ran back to him and pulled Ying Zheng’s sleeve and said, “Father, take care of your health and don’t get sick. The soup is not good. , if Dad feels uncomfortable, don't be found out because of this reason."

Ying Zheng slapped Hu Hai's forehead hard, and scolded with a smile: "You child, why do you talk like that, the widow is still afraid of that little medicine bowl?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Fusu had already tacitly followed up on what Hu Hai had raised, and hurriedly said, "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. Since my father is not afraid of the bitter taste of the soup, why don't I let Xia Wuqie come in now to treat my father?" One time—don’t rush to refuse, father, your complexion is too bad, if the imperial doctor hadn’t said that father is in good health, I wouldn’t be relieved.”

Ying Zheng was about to refute, but looked at Fusu who was staring at him sincerely, his arm was shaken back and forth by Hu Hai, and finally sighed helplessly: "Okay, I will recruit Xia Wuqie into the palace now, and let him give it to him immediately. The widow will make a diagnosis, so as to save the two of you from being entangled with the widow."

As soon as Yingzheng finished speaking, Xinti rushed out of the hall very quickly, causing Yingzheng to be a little dumbfounded. He paused for a moment before he said in surprise: "Xinti is also worried about the health of the widow? Never stopped."

Fu Su walked back to him, took Hu Hai and sat down with him, and said to Shang Yingzheng's puzzled eyes, "For this matter, please first forgive Xin Ti and not punish him."

As soon as Fusu's words came out of his mouth, Yingzheng immediately realized that the news of his poor health was revealed by Xin Ti, and since Zhao Gao, who grew up with him, was unreliable, what Yingzheng hated the most was that the servants around him secretly Get the message out.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but lower his face, and looked out the door with a gloomy expression, without any intention of answering Fu Su.

Of course, Fusu can not disclose Xin Ti's message, but his father is not a fool, even if he didn't realize it for a while, he can always realize what kind of role Xin Ti played in it. Taking the initiative to bring this matter to light can be regarded as doing something for Xin Ti, which can minimize the anger of her father.

Fusu pretended not to see Yingzheng's gloomy face, and said in a gentle tone: "Father has been unable to sleep at night these days, so that he reads the memorials every night, and Xin Ti sees that father even refuses to press your back , I’m really worried, I told Hu Hai and me about this matter while you sent him to look for us——Xin Ti is very worried about my father’s health.”

The most intimate—to a certain extent even more intimate than all relatives—disclosed his physical condition, and the master who was worried about the servant and refused to listen to persuasion spread the troubles he could not solve to the little masters and asked them for help Pushing the master to heal, these two identical practices are completely different for Yingzheng. The former represents his increasingly intolerable betrayal, while the latter is foolish loyalty.

Yingzheng believed that he was soothed by Fusu's gentle tone and what the eldest son said, and the aura that lingered around him quietly receded, and he became relaxed again.

Therefore, Ying Zheng's expression became more and more tired. He once again raised his hand to pinch the sides of his forehead, relaxing his body, no longer maintaining that rigid but stiff sitting posture, and imitating Hu Hai's practice of swords, so tired that he could only straighten his legs. The sitting position of the legs, the corners of the eyes that have climbed up the fine folds trembled slightly, and after a long silence, he shook his head and said: "I feel less and less sleepy, can't sleep at night, occasionally nap during the day and wake up quickly, but there is nothing uncomfortable about your body, you brothers Don't worry about it."

Ying Zheng, who has lost his power, has shown his old age. Hu Hai heard himself "click" and couldn't help but grabbed his palm and looked at Ying Zheng anxiously. Before Ying Zheng turned his head and looked at him, he hurriedly got up and stood Behind him, he yelled hastily and exaggeratedly: "Father, let me rub your shoulders, I'm so tired from reading so many memorials all day long, hahaha!"

As he spoke, his fingers were pinching Ying Zheng from the back of his neck to his shoulders. His hand, which had been practicing martial arts since childhood, came suddenly, and the pain made Ying Zheng gasp: "Release!"