Hu Hai

"Reed root, olive... and... hollyhock?!" Ying Zheng threw the wooden board in his palm on the big case, his tone full of surprise, as if what he read was so absurd that he couldn't believe it.

Ying Zheng raised his head, exposed his expression to his neighbors and eldest son, and couldn't help but say, "The prescription is so simple?"

Several of them didn't understand medical theory, not to mention that medical skills and alchemy skills were not completely separated at this time, but after Fusu got the medicinal materials Xu Fu said, he had already sent them to the imperial doctor.

Hearing Yingzheng's question, Fusu immediately explained: "Father, Xu Fu's unilateral minister has already been sent to the imperial doctor. Xia Wuqiu told his son privately that only these three flavors are medicinal materials, and the rest are nonsense. The imperial doctor We have rediscussed the detoxification formula with these three herbs."

Ying Zheng nodded, raised his hand indifferently and pointed to the outside of the hall, and said in a low voice: "Xu Fu has a wicked heart, so don't keep him. If anyone asks, just say that the person who unveiled the list is an arrogant charlatan." Can."

In the middle of the conversation, Ying Zheng stopped talking, frowned deeply, and suddenly turned to Li Si and said, "Xu Fu, a alchemist, dares to hold an antidote prescription and lie about it as a life-prolonging elixir. In my Daqin territory, there are people who are pious and have ulterior motives." There are already so many liars?"

As soon as Yingzheng finished speaking, cold sweat was streaming down Li Si's forehead. He kowtowed to acknowledge Yingzheng's accusation, and said without any excuse: "As the prime minister, I have not been able to supervise effectively. Your Majesty please punish me."

"The prime minister spent all his efforts on guiding his ministers to handle government affairs. It's their fault." Fu Su knelt in front of Ying Zheng and stopped Ying Zheng from scolding him for Li Si.

Ying Zheng sighed, waved his hands, and said helplessly, "I'm not blaming you."

"My son understands the meaning of my father, but my father entrusted my father to take care of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. My son's failure to make my father happy is due to my incompetence." Fusu looked calm and spoke softly, looking at Yingzheng There was a little guilt in his eyes, which made Ying Zheng proud and helpless.

#Son is too modest is also a kind of sweet burden#

Fusu was the son that Yingzheng was proud of since he was a child, but no matter how outstanding Fusu was, Yingzheng did not expect his son who had never taken over government affairs to be able to handle the state affairs in an orderly manner immediately. Every day was just stable, even if he came in person, he would have to straighten out It took more than ten years for the Qin Dynasty to stabilize the world, let alone Fusu, who was not the founding king and the lord of ministers?The current stability and stability of the Qin Dynasty has far exceeded Ying Zheng's expectations, but Fusu seems not very satisfied with his own skills, thinking that he is not doing well enough?

Doubts appeared in Yingzheng's heart, and he looked up and down Fusu's expression.

Gradually, Yingzheng's brows became more and more serious, and he couldn't help waving to Fusu: "Fusu, come to me."

He quietly stared at the expression on Fusu's face, and found that the eldest son's eyes were indeed more solemn, and there was no mistake in the move of getting up and advancing, and naturally there was no sign of intimacy, and his stiff actions completely confirmed Ying Zheng's conjecture , but Ying Zheng didn't know what to do to Fu Su.

Yingzheng sat next to Fusu, and after sinking for a long time, Yingzheng raised his lips and showed an encouraging smile, stretched out his hands and squeezed Fusu's shoulders and pressed it hard a few times, emphasizing solemnly: "Fusu, you have been letting me I am proud, since you were born, nothing has gone wrong for me, and you have never let me down, and it is the same now."

"Kerchen didn't do a good enough job." Compared with Ying Zheng's solemnity, Fu Su's natural guilt at this time was no different.

His performance instantly made Ying Zheng dumbfounded, and then, Ying Zheng couldn't help laughing out loud, and said cheerfully, "Hahaha, just as stubborn as I am."

Ying Zheng patted Fusu's chest vigorously, and the carefree expression made Fusu relieve the tension on his face. His mood became relaxed, and his tone of voice was no longer restrained as before. He said very softly: "Father, if you can trust your son Minister, my son is willing to rectify the alchemists for the father, so that they will not do anything wrong."

"Okay, you go and deal with it, I'm impatient to take care of it." Ying Zheng yawned as he spoke, the shadow of exhaustion cast on his face.

Fu Suzai looked at Ying Zheng's face carefully, and resigned with several close officials.

Going out of the room, Fusu's heart was even more clouded. His father used to be full of energy and never felt tired. Most of the time he spent all night dealing with government affairs. Now it was just past noon, and his father felt sleepy and wanted to take a nap.

This is not a good omen.

Fusu walked around the imperial guards, and then went to Tingwei Mansion to discuss matters. Dealing with alchemists is not something that can be dealt with immediately.

Wanting to become an alchemist requires a difficult prerequisite - literacy, and people who can read and understand the contents of books without any obstacles, and have money to waste a lot of money and time developing pills for "genius ideas" are even worse. There will be too many. In other words, the so-called "alchemists" are all whimsical intellectuals from another perspective, and even students of various schools of thought.

Such an identity made it even more difficult for Fusu to deal with alchemists, because no one could tell what kind of social relationship this group of alchemists had, whether they were relatives and friends of Qin Dynasty officials, or even senior brothers or students.

Fusu also didn't want to cut across the board, because the alchemists were "alchemists" and they were all disposed of. Fusu knew exactly what his father did in his previous life, so he knew better that burying alchemists alive would not do Daqin any good. The people's talk, so that they can freely portray the father as a hideous and ugly monster.

More importantly, some alchemists themselves were even the backbone of various schools, and they also made contributions to the court of Qin.

Therefore, as long as the alchemists are clearly distinguished and those who are really harmful to the court are picked out, according to the complicated laws of the Great Qin Dynasty, they can always be determined to have violated the order and sent to work as prisoners.

"Prince?" Yao Jia sat on the desk and buried his head in the case. He felt that the light in front of him was blocked before he looked up, but found that Fusu had been standing in front of him for an unknown amount of time. He exclaimed and hurriedly got up.

Fusu hastily suppressed Yao Jia's movements, pushed him back to his original position, smiled and chatted boldly and sat down opposite Yao Jia, "Tingwei doesn't need to get up, I have to trouble Tingwei here alone."

Yao Jia nodded and waited quietly for Fusu to explain everything clearly. After understanding the meaning of his words, Yao Jia spread his hands helplessly and said, "Prince, I'm afraid it's a step too late. Some incompetent and impractical Confucian scholars have been cleared out of the court, and there may not be many alchemists left in the court."

The amount of information in this sentence is a bit large.

Fu Su raised his slender sword eyebrows and looked at Yao Jia. Yao Jia nodded expressionlessly. After the two looked at each other, they showed regretful eyes at the same time.

"What a pity." Fu Su shook his head.

Yao Jia showed a look of approval, thought for a moment, got up and found a few volumes of slips from the bookshelf facing his back, put them on the desk, and pushed them in front of Fusu: "The center can't find a suitable person, but the dispatched to the county Among the county officials there are many people who are proficient in alchemy, the prince might as well see if these are useful."

"Thank you, Captain Ting." Fu Su smiled, already having a plan in mind.

Yao Jia hurriedly returned the gift: "Prince, you are very polite. Your Majesty has appointed you as a court lieutenant. You should be aware of the turmoil in the court."

After the two exchanged a few words, the servant followed Fusu away with the letter in his hand.

The servant Liang asked in a low voice: "Will the prince plan to be the back study or the prime minister's residence?"

Fusu looked at Xianyang Palace thoughtfully, raised his lips to show a faint smile, and ordered in a low voice: "Go back."

The carriage staggered forward and gradually accelerated, the scenery in Xianyang City flew past Fusu's eyes, and he returned to the small courtyard after a while.

When he entered the door, Fusu looked at the subtle changes in the courtyard, keenly aware that these changes were caused by Hu Hai's return, and his depressed mood finally eased.

Hu Hai waited for him to come back, this idea was like a sprouting silk, the soft but resilient rattan quickly wrapped around Fusu's heart, making him feel soft.

"Fusu, you're back!" The courtyard was filled with bright sunshine, but the room was still dim despite the best lamp oil burning. Hu Hai's cheerful voice, he couldn't help pulling the corners of his mouth to show a warm smile, and automatically opened his arms.

Sure enough, at the next moment, Hu Hai's slightly thin but tall body was put into his arms.

Fusu lowered his head, stretched out his hand to rub the top of Hu Hai's head naturally, and asked in surprise, "Why didn't you comb your hair up?"

"Shufale's scalp hurts, and there is no wind in the room, so I just put it on loose." After Hu Hai explained, he pulled Fusu to sit on the couch together, and asked repeatedly, "Where did the imperial doctor come up with a suitable one?" Is there a prescription for it?"

Fu Su suddenly felt a strange sense of failure in his heart, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze, and then he found out that he thought that Hu Hai would be happy to ask why he came back to see him at noon, instead of talking about his father's body first. of residual poison.

This is a bit childish, almost like a child snatching honey to eat.

Fu Su shook his head inwardly, facing Hu Hai's clear black and white eyes, he couldn't help holding his hand, and explained carefully: "The imperial doctors are discussing the prescription, and they haven't figured out how to use these three herbs."

Fusu frowned when he suggested the residual poison in Yingzheng's body, and asked: "I heard Xia Wuqiu said that Hou Yi's poison is incurable. It is a blessing from the ancestors that the father can come back now. But what is going on?"

Hu Hai pursed his lips tightly and said in a low voice: "Hou Yi is indeed very poisonous and there is no cure for it, but I have asked the local people, and they said that Hou Yi's poison is the most afraid of heat. Although I like to eat steamed fish, the fish is relatively cold. It’s cold, my father was afraid that I would eat too much and my stomach hurts, so I poured ginger juice on it, and steamed it for a long time. And because I was eating at a banquet, my father was busy chatting, I only like fish gills, wait until he uses chopsticks At that time, the fish meat was a bit cold, and the fishy smell was strong, and he only ate a mouthful of the fish belly. I guess it is because of these that Dad escaped death."

After finishing speaking, Hu Hai blinked his eyes suddenly, grabbed Fusu's lapel with all his strength, leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, his already bright eyes revealed an aura that didn't match his age, and said in a low voice: "You just now It doesn't seem very happy, because I still think about others?"