Hu Hai

Ying Zheng left the meeting angrily, and the civil servants and generals present couldn't say anything to Fu Suduo for a while, and they couldn't help but embarrass their faces and smile embarrassingly when they saw him.

Fusu understood that the courtiers present were the ones who were sincerely waiting for his father to return to Xianyang City. Otherwise, with their abilities, any one of them who went to other countries would be a great talent in Wen Neng An Bang and Wu Ke Ding Guo, even if they were like Li Si. Those who are smooth and loyal to their father—the reason why they look up to themselves is precisely because they are the eldest son of Ying Zheng, and they are valued by their father, not because of their awe-inspiring demeanor—to put it bluntly, The current self is nothing without his father.

Therefore, Fusu didn't care about the reaction of the ministers present.

He still had a gentle and warm smile on his face, turned his head to Wang Jian, Meng Wu and other generals and said straightforwardly: "Fusu will be the centurion under the general's command in the future, general please don't worry about Fusu."

Wang Jian's expression was gloomy, and he said nothing, Meng Wu glanced up and down Fusu's tall but still young and frail body, and said, "Young Master, I'm afraid he won't be able to wield the long sword for a long time."

The smile in Fusu's eyes was even wider, and after kissing Hu Hai's plump red face from the side, he put the baby boy on the soft fur cushion and stood up abruptly.

Before everyone could see how Fusu moved, the young man in a plain brocade robe rubbed his body against Mengwu's side, and Fusu swayed around Mengwu's waist, stretching out his hand to grab his waist.

Meng Wu immediately realized that Master Fusu wanted to snatch the saber around his waist from him!

He immediately slashed a pair of big palms like cattail palms to block Fusu's way. Fusu's legs continued to rush forward, but his upper body suddenly fell back. After a metallic crisp sound, the sharp blade of the Wushan Sword flashed a brilliant golden light in front of everyone's eyes, but Fusu didn't stop his attacking pace, instead he rolled around on the spot in a backward posture, stabilizing his body shape, kneeling on the ground.

Before Meng Wu could turn around, Fusu had already jumped up, swung a sword, and stabbed straight at the face of Kong Wu's powerful veteran.

The wide sleeves opened with the wind, and they fluttered under Fusu's stabbing movements, like a white crane with spread wings leisurely falling in front of everyone, but Fusu's awe-inspiring eyes full of murderous aura clearly showed that no matter how elegant his appearance was, Fengliu, the unstoppable violence of the Qin people flowed in his blood.

The murderous look in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and the sharp blade in his hand became erratic and weak, and when it fell on Meng Wu's neck, it had no strength at all.

Meng Wu has been through the battlefield for a long time, and his sensitivity to life and death has penetrated into his bones. Therefore, he felt that there was no killing intent in Fusu's approaching sword, and he never dodged at all. But even so, when Fusu stood still, the pain on his back The clothes were still stimulated by the thrilling sword, except for the cold sweat, and the clothes were tightly stuck to the body.

Meng Wu couldn't help swallowing, and the slight pain immediately dissipated at his Adam's apple.

After pausing for a moment, he raised his hand and grabbed the tip of the long sword that had been with him for thirty years, raised his head and laughed loudly: "Young Master is good at swordsmanship! This old man admires it!"

Fusu took advantage of the situation to loosen the hilt and returned the Wushan sword. Meng Wu turned his hand, and the long sword had already been sheathed with a sound of "swipe!".

Meng Wu looked up and down strangely at Mr. Fusu who had brought back the child, wondering in his heart. He couldn't help looking at Wang Jian, but found that his old friend for many years had an expression very similar to his own, and also had a strange look on his face. He was observing Mr. Fusu.

Meng Wu clasped his fists and said bluntly: "The eldest son has such abilities, I don't need to send someone to take care of the eldest son when the time comes. But before the battle, it is no better than in the court. No matter how good the eldest son's swordsmanship is, he can't withstand tens of thousands of troops. The eldest son needs to be careful about the cold arrows and blades that suddenly fly when we are together."

Fusu replied with a smile: "Thank you General Mengwu for your guidance, Fusu will be careful in the future."

He turned his eyes around the study room, cupped his hands to return the salutes one by one, and said softly: "The army will be going out soon, Fu Su will go back to pack his luggage, and go ahead, everyone Haihan."

After finishing speaking, Fusu turned and left without hesitation.

As soon as Fusu's figure disappeared, Meng Wu immediately turned his head to Wang Jian and said, "Wang Jian, did you see clearly what Mr. Fusu did just now? Why don't I feel like teaching the princes in the court?" The flamboyant swordsmanship, on the contrary, is more like what we honed from fighting among the dead? The ruthlessness of that move is really extraordinary."

Wang Jian nodded and frowned slightly. Seeing Meng Wu's eyes brightened with excitement, he couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "Don't be too passionate, thinking that the eldest son can be thrown on the battlefield as a vanguard. Your Majesty said let The eldest son is called a centurion, and he is fighting with the eldest son and his father. Swords have no eyes on the battlefield. If the eldest son has troubles under our hands, how should we explain to the king—don’t forget, who is on the battlefield? People use swords?"

As soon as Wang Jian's words came out, Meng Wu's eyes darkened, and he muttered unhappily: "It's clearly a good seedling, and it has to be grown into waste in the camp. Then it's a fart to go to war! It's so boring!"

"Wang Jian, let Fusu go to the battlefield to fight. If he has a general, I will not confine him to the palace in the future." Ying Zheng didn't know when he came back to the study, but he looked at Zhao Gao's anxious face behind him , it was obvious that Fusu and Mengwu had taken everything into consideration during the sword competition.

Meng Wu's body froze, and he was about to kneel in front of Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng hurriedly supported the old general's arm, trying not to let his knee touch the ground, and said calmly: "I didn't expect Fusu to have grown to the point where he is now in just a few months. Young Zhigao, let him go to the battlefield to fight It's fine."

Wang Jian still hesitated, and said hesitantly: "But my lord, the battlefield is not a good place to practice, if you don't check it for a while..."

Ying Zheng shook his head, looked at the gate, and suddenly smiled: "Ying's son is not afraid of death, since Fusu chose to go to the battlefield by himself, even if he dies in the battle, it will be considered as fulfilled." , can die without regret.”

Hearing this, Li Si couldn't help dissuading him: "My lord, after all, the eldest son is young, and the matter of life and death needs to be carefully considered."

Ying Zheng waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "My widow has made up his mind, let him go, 12 years old is not young."

After Ying Zheng's words fell behind, Meng Wu's eyes glowed, Wang Jian's face was gloomy, Prime Minister Wang Wan's eyes showed worry, Chang Shi Li Si frowned, Wei Liao remained silent, only Dun Wei, who was going to Zhao as the special envoy of King Qin, looked calm, It seems that Yingzheng's decision to show the ruthless nature of the king is not surprising.

Dun weakly said in his heart: Most of the Ying family don't live long, and those who are fifty years old are still a minority. The king has already passed his thirties, and I am afraid that he will start to worry about whether he can unify the world with his own hands in his lifetime, so he is anxious to cultivate heirs who are both civil and military.

Fusu didn't know what happened in the big study, but it was obvious that the baby in his arms was having a temper tantrum.

"Hu Hai, why are you ignoring elder brother all of a sudden?" Fu Su gently rubbed Hu Hai's soft short hair with a gentle voice.

The chubby baby immediately turned its butt and turned its back, leaving Fusu with a limp back, breathing rapidly in its nasal cavity due to the excessive amount of exercise.

Fusu smiled helplessly, put his hand on Hu Hai's fleshy back, stroked his soft back with his fingertips back and forth, and said with a smile, "Is Hu Hai angry with elder brother?"

Hu Hai's back was itchy from being rubbed by Fusu's warm fingertips. After hearing his words, he couldn't help turning over with difficulty like a little turtle, and stared at Fusu with his eyes full of accusations.

Fu Su smiled and touched Hu Hai's protruding belly, and said softly: "When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, I will leave for Zhao Guo. Hu Hai doesn't want to get closer to me, but wants to sulk instead?"

A tangled expression appeared on Hu Hai's face, his small brows were frowned, and his big eyes were watery with a look of grievance. He immediately raised his hand to hug Fusu's arm on his stomach and dawdled.

After pausing for a moment, Hu Hai let out an angry cry as if he had realized that he had fallen into the trap set by Fusu, and immediately turned his face away, but he obviously refused to face Fusu, but he held Fusu tightly. let go.

Fu Su hugged Hu Hai into his arms with a smile, stroking his slightly curly short hair, and comforted him softly: "I will definitely come back as soon as possible. Hu Hai will wait for me in the palace obediently, please don't cry, okay? If the elder brother comes back When you can learn to speak, how about I prepare a gift for Hu Hai?"

Hu Hai kept burying his face in Fusu's neck. When he was dragged out of Fusu's arms, he had a look of refraining from crying. There were tears in his lower eyes, and his eyes became clearer. He stared at Fusu eagerly. The look in his eyes made Fusu very guilty.

Fu Su cleared his throat, and tried to show a sincere smile: "When the eldest brother is away, Hu Hai will go back and live with Hu Ji. She is your mother, and she will definitely treat you wholeheartedly."

The tears that were barely hanging in Hu Hai's eyes suddenly burst: "Wow, ah!!! Hiccup...uh, everyone!"

Hu Hai has grown so big that he has only cried twice, and these two times, Hu Hai stopped crying on his own initiative. Facing Hu Hai's loud and indifferent cry, he was helpless.

Half an hour later, he wiped his face, and said with a haggard look: "Tao, what can you do to stop the baby from crying?

The non-existent Nurse Tao knelt in front of Fusu, her expression more helpless than his, and she buried her head on the ground tightly and said, "The eldest son has exhausted all methods of coaxing the child just now, so we can only wait for Mr. Huhai to cry by himself." Tired and fell asleep all the way."

Fusu looked at the crying baby with distress, but could only helplessly pat the baby's back.

"Hi, hiccup...QAQ pounce, play!" Hu Hai looked up at Fusu with his tongue out, his chubby little paws were ripped into Fusu's sleeve, and his eyes seemed to be emphasizing "no promise" all the time. I just keep on crying."

Fusu caressed the top of Hu Hai's head, and said gently: "I have to go."

"...Wow!" The negotiation broke down, and Hu Hai burst into tears in an instant, and the sharp cry echoed in the courtyard again for a long time.

Until Hu Hai choked up and fell asleep, his eyes were already red and swollen, and tears were still hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Fusu stared at Hu Hai for a long time, and finally gave him a light kiss on the forehead reluctantly. Afterwards, Fusu sullenly waved to Nurse Tao and whispered: "Take care of Hu Hai, if I listen to him when I come back I said that you have something wrong, and you know what to do."

The nursing mother Tao knelt on the ground with a pale face and kowtowed non-stop, and the servant's soft voice came from outside the door: "Young master, Hu Ji is here to take Mr. Hu Hai back."

The voice came to his ears, Fusu suddenly clenched his fists, looking displeased.

The author has something to say:

Hu Hai: QAQ hiccups... flutter, go...

Fusu: [Miaoknow] I have to leave.

Hu Hai: ╭(╯^╰)╮The negotiation broke down, so I can't have fun anymore.

Fusu: Then send you away.

Hu Hai: ┭┮﹏┭┮Bad lewdness!

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