Hu Hai

Dunwei went north to Yanzhao for three years, spending huge amounts of gold, silver, goods and goods, but there was very little news of changes in the court situation in Yanzhao and Zhao, and most of the new officials had never heard of Dunwei's name, even if Even the veteran officials of the Qin Dynasty couldn't help but have doubts about whether Dunwei was still loyal to the lord.

If Yingzheng hadn't always been suspicious of employing people, I'm afraid that the memorials saying that Dunwei had surrendered to the enemy by name would be enough to fill his big case.

Unexpectedly, when Dunwei turned around and opened his mouth for the first time, it was full of shocking words, and all the officials couldn't help but focus on him, staring at Dunwei and waiting for the next article.

Dunwei put away the arrogant smile on his face, knelt down in front of Yingzheng with a serious expression and kowtowed, and said respectfully: "The minister has spent a lot of money, and the temples of Yan and Zhao countries seem to have not changed at all, and the king can trust Dunwei as always. , I am grateful in my heart."

Yingzheng hurriedly lifted Dunwei from the floor, and said sincerely: "The climate in the north is harsh, and I can't understand the language. Sir, I am willing to take risks for my country, Qin. Yingzheng is grateful, how dare you hurt me because of suspicion?" What about the heart of a competent minister who wanders among the princes? It is a great blessing to have such a capable minister as Mr. to serve for the widow, and please don't belittle yourself, sir."

Hearing this, a calm smile appeared on Dunwei's face.

He got up and passed Yingzheng, walked to the Huaxia map placed at the back of the car, stroked it gently with his right hand, finally frowned slightly, and said in a heavy tone: "Your Majesty is not planning to launch troops against the Yan Kingdom at present. I skip Yan Guo and don't mention it. Zhao Guo's court in the past few years seems to have not changed at all, but the inner foundation has been corrupted and crumbling, and it only needs a little external energy to cause an uproar in Zhao Guo's court."

Although it was not the first time that Fusu had experienced the war where his father destroyed the six kingdoms, it was the first time for Fusu to experience the war of destroying the country personally, and he couldn't help showing a look of enthusiasm.

He couldn't help urging in a low voice: "Please tell me the details, sir."

Dun Ruo smiled when he heard the words, his eyes slid across Ying Zheng's face, and he was sure that the king did not stop him from answering Fusu's question. He already knew the king's intention to cultivate Mr. Fusu.

Dunruo immediately explained to Mr. Fusu quickly: "Zhao Wangqian is the youngest son of King Zhao Mourning, whose mother is a singing and dancing prostitute. He was able to ascend to the throne because King Mourning loved his mother. , abolished the virtuous eldest son Jia. The worst thing is that the Queen Mother Zhao is not a peaceful woman. After the death of King Mourning Xiang, she did not care about the attitude of the ministers in the palace and played songs every night; Zhao Qian did the same Like him, he is not a diligent and talented king. Therefore, even if Zhao Qian sits on the throne now, there are still a group of veterans who are unwilling to surrender to him, hoping to abolish Zhao Wangqian through a coup, and push the original prince Gongzi Jia to inherit the throne. Because of these chaos, the Chaotang of Zhao Guo has long been divided into the Wangbao faction headed by Guo Kai and Han Cang, and the other faction composed of the clan and generals, focusing on supporting Prince Jia and attacking each other."

Fusu immediately understood the deep meaning, nodded, and sneered in his heart: King Zhao Mourning's reputation is beyond imagination, in order to keep his beloved singing and dancing prostitute and her son, he spared no effort to promote Guo Kai, who is old, cunning but has no ability to govern the country Leading a group of courtiers for Shangqing, the court made treacherous and sycophant in power, talented people were persecuted and left their homeland one after another, generals could not lead troops with peace of mind, and strong generals like General Lian Po could only flee to Wei State for refuge.

King Zhao Mourning is so stunned, how can he expect the successor he has chosen to be capable?

It's no wonder that Qin State used countermeasures against Zhao State again and again, but Zhao Wangqian was sure of Qin State's ecstasy and did not let go.

Although Dunwei saw Fusu nodding to show that he understood what he meant, he doubted whether Fusu really understood the deep meaning of the conversation, and couldn't help but probed: "The eldest son feels that Zhao Guo will face such a situation. How has it changed?"

Fu Su touched the top of Hu Hai's head, and said with a confident smile: "Thirteen of the fifteen kings of the Zhao Kingdom have ascended to the throne through mutiny. Then at this time, the court of Zhao State must be full of conspiracy, power overthrow, officialdom corruption, capable ministers and generals retreating to other places in order to protect themselves. The internal troubles have not disappeared, and with Zhao Qian's ability, I am afraid that he has no intention of confronting our Daqin army."

Fusu's analysis hit the point, he couldn't restrain his excitement and slapped the ground violently, shouting: "What the eldest son said is exactly what I think in my heart!"

Without waiting for others to speak, Dun Ruo said quickly: "Zhao Guo seems to have recovered quickly after the Battle of Changping, and has recovered a strong military force. Whether it is against Yan or Qin, it always wins. The Xiongnu were expelled beyond the Great Wall and dared not go south. However, the state of Zhao took the path of extreme decline. It seemed that the army was shining, but in fact it was shining! The strength of the state of Zhao is at the end of its strength, and it can no longer compete with the state of Qin. As long as the king is willing to spend enough food and military power to give Zhao Guo a thunderous blow, I guarantee that the Qin army can destroy Zhao Guo."

The strength of Zhao Guo's army is unquestionable, and their resistance has always been a stinky and hard stumbling block on the way of Qin Guo's sword pointing to the world.

But now, with the comments made by Dun Ruo who went deep into Zhao Guochaotang, it was like seeing the sun in a flash, allowing Ying Zheng and others to see that the journey to destroy Zhao was not as difficult as they imagined.

Dumbly glanced across the carriage, habitually taking everyone's thoughts into his eyes, suddenly the unusual reaction of one person made him couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his mouth to show a friendly smile—the eyes of Mr. Fusu Very calm, concentrating all his thoughts in his seemingly clear but bottomless eyes, only the gentle confidence of winning is reflected outside the dark eyes.

What a fun!

Facing the upcoming battle to destroy Zhao, the king is still uneasy. Where does the eldest son Fusu get the confidence that Qin will surely win?

Recalling that Ying Zheng once said that the eldest son was weak and gentle, he sighed in his heart: I am afraid that the king is wise in his first life, but he has misjudged his son who has high hopes for him.

Mr. Fusu is not a docile lamb at all, but an eagle that can spread its wings and soar above the nine heavens at any time!

Facing the profound meaning in Shang Dunwei's eyes, Fusu smiled, and didn't get involved with him, but lowered his head to look at Hu Hai, and sure enough, he saw that the boy opened a pair of clearer eyes, staring at him with special concentration.

Hu Hai's eyes were entangled with Fusu's, and he immediately grinned with his rosy mouth, hugged Fusu's arm "babbling", stretched his arms and kicked his legs to pull him, and kept crawling on Fusu's body.

Hu Hai's natural intimacy towards his elder brother is unbearable to criticize, but Fusu doesn't mind Hu Hai's intimacy at all.

He put his hands under Hu Hai's chubby little buttocks, and helped him "climb" up.

When Hu Hai rubbed against Fusu's shoulder, Hu Hai immediately opened his arms and hugged his neck eagerly, pressed his warm and delicate face against Fusu's cheek, squinting his eyes and kept rubbing.

"Put Hu Hai down, it's too dangerous." Ying Zheng didn't dislike the eldest son getting close to the youngest son, but the position of Fu Su holding Hu Hai seemed dangerous no matter how you looked at it, Ying Zheng finally couldn't help but persuade him.

Fu Su paused slightly, and then said with a light smile as if nothing had happened: "Father, I can catch Hu Hai, and we always play like this on weekdays."

Having said that, Fusu still rubbed his lips against Hu Hai's forehead, then hugged him and sat back in his arms, expressing his obedience to his father with actions.

Ying Zheng took a deep look at Fusu, pursed his lips, and still showed some displeasure on his face.

Since Li Si went out together, he has been very optimistic about Fusu. Seeing the change in Ying Zheng's face, he immediately smiled and opened up the atmosphere, changing the subject: "Since the king invited all the generals to the king's chariot, why don't you let the ministers also?" Hear what the generals think about the battle against Zhao Guo?"

Ying Zheng has always been tolerant of his ministers, and nodded directly: "Please enlighten me, General Wang Jian."

Wang Jian strode forward, passed Yingzheng, and stopped on the map tightly enclosed in a wooden frame. He raised his hand and drew on the map, saying: "I originally planned to fight steadily, concentrate the main force of 40 troops, and attack one city after another. Gradually bring Zhao into the pocket. In this way, even if the main force of the Zhao army goes south from Anyang, Hanoi to meet the enemy, our army can still fight head-on."

Ying Zheng nodded, and said in a low voice: "The general means that he intends to destroy Zhao's military power, and then destroy Zhao?"

Wang Jian clasped his fists and said bluntly: "The minister and Meng Tian have been ordered to reorganize the army for several years, and the 40 troops in their hands have already been sharpened to see that every soldier is an elite. Even if we face head-to-head with Zhao Guo, I have the confidence to conquer the invincible Fei of Zhao Guo. ride."

"Then General Wang Jian has something else to do now?" Ying Zheng pondered for a moment and then spoke again.

Wang Jian glanced at the eldest son Fusu who seemed to not care what Ying Zheng said, his eyes shot out, then he looked away, and said happily: "Thanks to the eldest son's reminder, the old minister thinks that since the court of Zhao State is unstable, our army no longer needs to be straightforward. Therefore, the deployment of suspicious troops made it even more difficult for Zhao Guo’s already chaotic court to decide how to deal with it—to minimize the casualties of the Qin army, this is what I wish for.”

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and nodded, his gaze fell on Fusu, a satisfied smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth.

Afterwards, he said to Wang Jian again: "With the general's arrangement, we will be able to destroy Zhao one by one. I am waiting to receive the good news from the general."

Having said so much, the plan to destroy Zhao was settled after discussion, Wang Jian took Meng Tian and other generals with clasped fists and left without staying for a quarter of an hour in a hurry.

When they all left, Yingzheng looked at Fusu who was still sitting in the king's carriage playing with Hu Hai, and sighed: "Fusu, you look more and more like a widow when you grow up."

Fusu suddenly raised his head, staring at Yingzheng in amazement, and after a while, he clenched his fists and said in a tense voice, "Thank you, Father, for your compliment."

In his previous life, he had been looking forward to Ying Zheng being able to say this, but he unexpectedly got it now!But in his heart, he didn't have the expectation of his previous life—Fusu realized that his heart was actually very peaceful.

"Okay, let's take Hu Hai back to play. He is young, impatient and bored in the widow's car." Ying Zheng smiled and reached out to touch the top of Hu Hai's head. After kissing his youngest son, he smiled and let Zhao Gao general The two valued sons were sent back to the rear compartment.

After walking for a few days, a group of people finally arrived at Zhangtai Palace. The green trees all over the mountain instantly cleared the irritability caused by the high temperature, and even Hu Hai couldn't help but squinted his eyes and smiled comfortably.

The comfortable days slipped away quietly, enjoying the cool summer, and before the arrival of the cold winter, the group hurried back to the familiar Xianyang Palace.

"Brother...hehe, hiccup!" The limp body buried in Fusu's chest suddenly sat upright, and a crisp sound suddenly echoed in Fusu's ear.

With a sound of "Pa!", the masking brush in Fusu's hand fell to the ground, and the ink stained many dirty marks on the couch, but he didn't care about these foreign objects.

Fu Su hugged Hu Hai to the desk, stared into the baby's eyes, and said excitedly, "...Hu Hai, are you calling me? Say it again."

"G-G-Ge!" The voice of the barren accent stammered out of the baby's mouth, but Fusu had a surprised smile on his face.

The author has something to say: Learning to speak:

Hu Hai: Hiccup!

Fusu: ~o(=∩ω∩=)m is good, he is the eldest brother.

Hu Hai: (⊙o⊙) Make a call!

Fusu: ~o(=∩ω∩=)m come on, read after me, big brother.

Hu Hai: ┭┮﹏┭┮ take each other.

Fu Su: [touching his head] Hu Hai is really smart.

Onlookers: == The lower limit of the eldest son is dead...