Hu Hai

Fusu opened his palm and gently stroked the baby's cheek, covering the expression on Hu Hai's face, raised his head but glanced at Hu Ji with a thoughtful look, then put Hu Hai back into the nurse's arms with a smile on his face again, and said, "Take Hu Hai Send it back."

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu's actions with surprise in his eyes, and blurted out: "Didn't Fusu always want to see Hu Hai again? Why did I see him today, but pushed him away instead?"

Fusu smiled desolately, with a look of embarrassment in his eyes.

He rolled his eyes around Hu Ji, and said scruples: "Hu Ji is worried, it's not good for a son to occupy his younger brother."

Ying Zheng looked at Hu Ji, and she was holding the child tightly as if she was facing an enemy again.

Seeing this situation, Ying Zheng couldn't help but frowned, thinking annoyedly: Does Hu Ji think that the widow will kill her own son?Every time the widows come to visit Hu Hai, they always have this expression, which is really disappointing.

"Zhao Gao, bring Hu Hai here." Ying Zheng ordered coldly, and Zhao Gao quickly grabbed Hu Hai into Ying Zheng's arms.

"Ah, huh?" The baby's ruddy lips opened and closed, making a crisp sound with doubts, and the chubby face was covered with a layer of healthy rosiness, and it arched its head and rubbed against Ying Zheng's arms.

Seeing his son's friendly expression, Ying Zheng's condensed expression couldn't help becoming gentle. He stroked Hu Hai's face gently, and sighed to Fusu: "Hu Hai has been close to widows since birth. Although there are many widows, it's the first time Knowing that there are children who don't cry, even you often cried when you were a child, it is really rare for Hu Hai to have such an optimistic temperament."

Yingzheng had a miserable childhood in the Zhao Kingdom, and the street people were the best at flattering the street. Although the methods of the women in the harem were not as crude as the street people, they were basically the same.

The method of training children to please is too old-fashioned for Ying Zheng. Although he likes children, he doesn't like this method. This method has been used by women in the harem so much that he even feels bored.

The cheerful nature that Hu Hai has shown since he was born is the root cause of Ying Zheng's attention - after a busy day, it is the highest enjoyment to see the child's innocent and innocent smiling face.

After listening to Ying Zheng's emotional words, Fu Su stepped forward, looked at Hu Hai's lovable look, and said, "What my father said is true, Hu Hai's nature is rare, since he is so well-behaved, why not...uh! Forgive me, my father, and Fu Su's slip of the tongue."

When the words came to his lips, Fusu suddenly stopped his voice and dared not speak any more. He cupped his hands and stepped back, his face full of guilt.

Ying Zheng raised his head and saw Hu Ji's more vigilant eyes, and then saw the child in his arms suddenly lost the intention to continue teasing, and then motioned Zhao Gao to bring Hu Hai back to Hu Ji, and directly took Fusu with a big stride leave.

Yingzheng was close to the eldest son, and there was no one around at this time, he said disgustedly: "Hu Ji doesn't know what's wrong with her, she always seems to be afraid that the widow will hurt Hu Hai, she is so strict about a child, even the widow sent him The wet nurses who go to take care of Hu Hai can't get close to Hu Hai. I really don't know what it means!"

Following Yingzheng's complaints, Fusu showed a worried look, and said hesitantly, "...Father."

Ying Zheng followed the voice and looked at Fusu. Seeing his hesitation and embarrassment, he raised his chin: "Speak directly if you have something to say, don't act like a little girl."

Fu Su nodded, looked straight at Ying Zheng's sharp eyes as if he had finally made up his mind, and said, "Father, although Hu Ji really loves Hu Hai, she obviously doesn't know how to take care of children. Growing up next to my mother, how can I become a great husband in the future? My Daqin son, I can’t be raised like a frightened quail all the time, it’s too demeaning.”

Yingzheng has always attached great importance to the issue of children's upbringing. Fusu's words are not many, but every sentence speaks to Yingzheng's heart. He can't help but nodded in agreement with Fusu's thoughts.

After a while, Ying Zheng looked at Fu Su and asked, "What are your plans for this matter, tell me your thoughts and let the widows listen to you."

Fusu showed a gentle and doting smile, pointed at himself, and said softly: "Hu Hai is well-behaved, never cries, and there is no shortage of wet nurses and servants in the harem, so I will send him to live in Erchen's courtyard. Does the king think this is feasible?"

As soon as Fusu's words came out of his mouth, Yingzheng couldn't help but wrinkled his eyebrows, but after thinking about it, he felt that this decision was not difficult to accept.

Anyway, he has to call his eldest son to his side every day to take a school examination, and give advice on how to deal with government affairs. He arranges the youngest son and eldest son who want to see every day to take care of him together. It is better to see Hu Ji "by the way" than Hu Hai That annoying face is much stronger.

After a short thought, Yingzheng nodded directly and agreed to Fusu's proposal: "Okay, this matter will be done as you said. Zhao Gao, pass the decree to move Hu Hai and all the servants who take care of him into Fusu's courtyard."

Apart from surprise, Fusu's eyes showed obvious anticipation. Hearing this, he hurriedly promised: "Father, don't worry, my son has already raised Hu Hai to be a man of indomitable spirit."

Ying Zheng looked at the eldest son, who was undersized, and couldn't help laughing: "You are still a half-grown child, and you still teach Hu Hai? The widow only hopes that you brothers will get along happily and grow up healthy."

"My son will not disappoint his father's expectations." Fu Su put away the smile on his face, looked up at Ying Zheng, and made a solemn promise.

Ying Zheng was startled by Fusu's mature eyes beyond his age, and then smiled gratifiedly, stretched out his hand and patted Fusu's shoulders a few times, and said gently: "Okay, I will remember what you said today, and I hope you can do it five years later." Share worries and solve problems for the widow.”

Zhao Gao was able to stand out from a group of servants, which made Ying Zheng look at him favorably. He naturally had outstanding ability to handle affairs. When Fu Su returned to the courtyard where he lived, the residence of Hu Hai and the servants who took care of him had already been taken care of.

"Eldest son, you traveled with the king and did not return. The slaves made their own decisions and arranged the young master in the east wing of the third entrance. I don't know if the arrangement is satisfactory, the eldest son is satisfied?" Zhao Gao stood upright but bowed his head slightly, showing Be respectful without losing your self-esteem.

Fusu walked around and said gently: "There are still two vacant rooms in the main courtyard. Anyway, they don't take up much space. Let Hu Hai move in to live with me. He is young and easy to catch cold and wind. We The yard has the highest beams, so it’s warm in winter and cool in summer without having to open the windows, it’s too wasteful to be idle.”

"Young Master is right, this servant is not thinking about it." Zhao Gao said in a low voice, his eyes lowered but he showed disapproval, he immediately turned around and carefully asked the servants who followed him to rearrange the room.

The gentle and generous smile on Fusu's face remained undiminished. After Zhao Gao ordered the servants, he suddenly said: "The arrangement of the labor guard before, Fusu understands that the guard is to prevent Hu Hai from making noise in the middle of the night when he is young, which will affect Fusu's rest."

Zhao Gao quickly put on a smile, turned around and rejected Fusu's politeness: "This is what a servant girl should do."

Having said that, Zhao Gao's waist was bent a lot more than before, and he did not maintain his previous arrogance.

After everything was arranged properly, Zhao Gao finally walked out.

Fusu reversed his previous indifference, and thanked him at the door: "Thanks to the help of the Fuwei today, otherwise Fusu really doesn't know how to tidy up the baby's room."

"The eldest prince has many daughters, and the slaves are familiar. The eldest son is too polite. Since Mr. Hu Hai has already rested, let the slaves leave." With a warm smile on his face, Zhao Gao bid farewell to Fusu.

Watching Zhao Gao leave, the smile on Fusu's face faded, he walked back to the room, pushed open the gate connecting the courtyard and entered Hu Hai's room.

"Young master, Mr. Hu Hai has already fallen asleep." The wet nurse bowed and said in a low voice.

"Go and do your work." Fusu nodded with a smile, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the baby with exquisite facial features, tracing his eyebrows and eyes lightly with her fingertips, and couldn't help sighing, "What a beautiful child .”

Seeing that Mr. Fusu hadn't woken Hu Hai up, the servants went out one after another under the eyes of the wet nurse and continued to organize things, leaving the room empty.

Fusu stared down at Hu Hai, who was still in his infancy and was unable to resist any harm, his expression fluctuated, the gentle smile on his face disappeared without a trace, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his deep eyes, and he moved his palm to Hu Hai. The immature neck was curled up, and after a long time, the palm was finally removed.

The corner of Fusu's mouth smiled bitterly, knowing that he couldn't do anything: "It's just a baby."

Everything was normal, but Fusu didn't know what happened. On the night when Hu Hai shaved her and was reprimanded by her father and went back to her room to think about her past, Fusu suddenly experienced nightmares all night.After the dream was over, he was in a trance for several days and couldn't tell whether he was the current Fusu, or the emperor's eldest son Fusu who killed himself with a sword.

"Since ancient times, Daqin has had a heir to establish a heir, and no heir to establish an elder. Your majesty has not established a crown prince. As the eldest son, the son has a lot of supporters. At this time, there is no edict from your majesty to pass on the throne to Mr. Huhai. How can we rely on the one-sided words of the CRRC mansion guards?" And want to drink the sword to commit suicide?!"

General Meng Tian's words were still in my ears, and Fusu's thoughts were frequently disturbed when his thoughts were chaotic, but then the sharp blade of the Wushan Sword slid across his neck, and the bone-piercing coldness and pain made Fusu suffer in the next few nights. Can't sleep.

After experiencing many tortures of being incompetent and humane, Fusu finally accepted the reality and knew that he could no longer be a gentle and humble young son. He had experienced political disagreements with his father, years of confrontation, guarding the border, and expelling the Huns. deeply imprinted on his soul.

Now that he calmed down and looked back at himself, Fusu had to say that General Meng Tian's words were correct, but it was a pity that when he suddenly heard the news of his father's death, it was like a mountain collapsed, so he swung his sword and killed himself without thinking.

Although he was loyal to his father's will and fulfilled filial piety by doing so, his actions were indeed too rash.

Fusu patted the pink and fleshy face under his hands, restored his smile, and said in a low voice: "In the future, I will teach you well. If the father really passes on the throne to you, Fusu will do a good job. A virtuous minister assists the king; if you pretend to ascend the throne, I will also let you understand that Mr. Fusu of the Qin Dynasty is not a soft persimmon who will be bullied."

Hu Hai didn't know anything about Fusu's thoughts, and he still slept in the dark, feeling the gentle touch on his face, and even curled the corners of his mouth, raised his face and rubbed Fusu's fingertips.

The look in Fusu's eyes became warmer, he leaned over and kissed the baby's cheek, and said in his heart: Hu Hai is now about the same age as the youngest son when he committed suicide, it's a pity that he failed to teach his son to be an adult, and being able to teach Hu Hai now can be regarded as filling the regret in his heart.

Fu Su walked into the study with Hu Hai in his arms, spread the slips of paper on the big case and started reading by himself.

Hu Hai opened his eyes and was taken aback by the soft-colored fabric in front of him—it wasn't Hu Ji or Zulong's dressing style. Who was the person in front of him?

"Hu Hai woke up?" Gently caressing the top of his head with his long and slender palms, the extremely comfortable feeling of rubbing his calloused fingers on his scalp made Hu Hai squint his eyes like a coquettish puppy.

Suddenly, he trembled all over, followed the voice and raised his head to meet Fusu's smiling eyes.

With sword eyebrows and star eyes, high nose and red lips, the handsome young man stared down at him, his eyes were as gentle and inclusive as water. Hu Hai sighed in his heart: Zulong's family is really good inheritance. All the brothers and sisters he has met are all beauties. Mr. Su was indeed "tolerant and kind, with a compassionate expression" as described in the history books!