Hu Hai

"But the homework that should be done every day is indispensable." Ying Zheng hadn't finished speaking, and Fu Su had already blocked Hu Hai's lazy way.

The smile froze at the corner of Hu Hai's mouth, and he couldn't help showing a sad look in his eyes when he looked at Fu Su.

He thought to himself: Mr. Fusu and himself are obviously competitors!Why is he so selfless and dedicated? Isn't it ideal to raise Hu Hai into a brat who eats, drinks, prostitutes, and gambles?

Hu Hai was about to plead for mercy, but Fusu had already held the top of his head to prevent Hu Hai from turning around, looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "Be good, learn from Gao and Jiang Lu, although they are not very old , It is enough to teach you knowledge."

Hu Hai snorted in dissatisfaction and turned his face away, refusing to agree, Fu Su softly offered a condition: "If you can memorize the rest of the "Book of Songs" before next month, I will start teaching you martial arts."

Hu Hai's unwavering expression just now immediately shattered, the facial features on a small face were tightly wrinkled, and the dark pupils rolled around in the eye sockets, as if he couldn't make up his mind.

Although Ying Zheng dotes on Hu Hai, he often feeds rice soup to reduce Hu Hai's classes, but Ying Zheng never wants his son to become an ignorant waste.

At this time, he saw Hu Hai was moved by Fu Su's words, and deliberately added to the anger: "Fu Su, you are still in the mood to control Hu Hai's martial arts. Will the widow make him lack a master? Why don't you go to Lantian with peace of mind? Daying, learn how to mobilize soldiers."

Hearing this, the hesitation on Hu Hai's face disappeared instantly, he grabbed Fusu's sleeve, turned his head with difficulty and shouted to Ying Zheng: "No, brother should stay and teach me martial arts. !He can't go!"

Ying Zheng touched the top of Hu Hai's head on purpose, and said casually, "But Hu Hai can't memorize the entire "Book of Songs". Hey, don't delay your elder brother, wouldn't it be good to sleep in a few more times?"

Hu Hai shook his little head as if he was about to fly, turned around eagerly and grabbed Ying Zheng's palm, and said hastily, "Dad, don't let elder brother go to the barracks. I need elder brother more than they do. Leave elder brother to me! Daddy, you are the best!" All right! Promise me, promise me!"

Ying Zheng frowned, and said to Hu Hai suspiciously, "Can you really memorize the remaining half of the Book of Songs?"

"Father, I'm sure I can, trust me!" Hu Hai hugged Ying Zheng's arm, looked at him anxiously, without any hesitation in his tone.

After Hu Hai made his promise, Ying Zheng and Fu Su looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Yingzheng said leisurely: "Fusu still has to return to Lantian Daying tomorrow. There are still [-] days left until next month. If you finish memorizing, the widow will order Fusu to come back and teach you martial arts; if you If you can’t do it, don’t come to the widow to cry and beg, after all, it’s the result you caused yourself—do you understand?”

Hu Hai pursed his lips and wanted to argue again, but Fu Su, who had always been conniving to him, lowered his face and looked at Hu Hai with disappointed eyes. After staring at him so guilty, Fu Su finally touched Hu Hai's face, gently Sighed: "Are you unable to do it, or do you not want to do it?"

"...Brother, don't look at me like that. I will definitely recite it and won't let you go." The expression on Fusu's face was not fierce, and the corners of his mouth still curled up lightly. For some reason, Hu Hai looked at him. The look in the eyes is sour in the heart, and the mind is blank, and the promise is blurted out.

Hearing what he said, Hu Hai couldn't help being stunned.

Immediately, he nodded vigorously, with a firm light in his eyes, his tone faded from the sweet childish voice of the past, and he repeated solemnly: "I will definitely do it, big brother, wait for me."

The fake expression on Fusu's face gradually faded away, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more sincere. He squeezed the chubby hand in his palm, and promised earnestly: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Looking at this scene, Ying Zheng touched Hu Hai's plump forehead in relief, and said with a smile, "My son Hu Hai has also grown up."

Ever since he made a promise to his elder brother Fusu, Hu Hai, who had been playing around with Fifteen all day long, made Gao He and Jiang Lu wish he could turn over the entire Xianyang Palace to find him to study, suddenly sat in Yingzheng's big study all day long, stepping one step at a time. Holding a volume of slips of letters inseparably, he muttered words in his mouth.

His fingers occasionally drew water-like characters on his legs, which made Yingzheng feel very relieved, but compared to the young son's progress, the secret reports that kept flowing from Dunwei's hands to Xianyang City also made Yingzheng feel more novel.

Sitting on the throne for more than 20 years, Yingzheng did not believe that Yandan, who was acting as an agent of state affairs, would really have no military preparations when facing Qin's army assembled on the banks of the Yishui River, but was wholeheartedly planning an assassination.

It's simply a big joke in the world!

Wang Wan, who has always been calm and cautious, looked at the secret reports that constantly confirmed the reliability of the "assassination", and there was a look of despair in his eyes. He shook his hands slightly, and couldn't help saying: "The 800-year-old prince of the Yan Kingdom is so ridiculous. !"

On the contrary, Li Si adapted well, stroked his beard and said: "For extraordinary things, you can only find extraordinary people and use extraordinary methods, not to mention that even if you try your best to fight, Yan Guo has no chance of winning - at this time, Yan Guo has gone completely crazy .”

After listening to Li Si's comments with a sullen face, Meng Yi said with a little sarcasm: "With just this one blow, the whole country will bear the king's wrath if it fails. .Yan Dan is too bold and reckless.”

What Meng Yi never said was that the eldest son Fusu has already become an heir with great prestige among the ministers and a well-known name in the army. , proclaiming a minister, and eventually leading to the assassination of the king, Qin will not stop the pace of unifying the world because of this.

Because the raging anger and hatred from the old Qin people will only burn more fiercely, destroying the entire Yan Kingdom.

After Meng Yi finished speaking, he looked directly at Ying Zheng, and asked, "How does Your Majesty plan to deal with Yan Guo's gangsters?"

"Yandan specially prepared a good show for the widow. What if the widow doesn't finish watching it? Jing Ke will come as soon as he wants to, and he will be detained as soon as he enters the Qin Dynasty. He found a map of Yannan and quickly imitated a copy of Kuaima to send to him. In the hands of Wang Jian on the front line, let him immediately deploy his troops and prepare for battle." Ying Zheng spoke with a cold smile on his lips, he looked at Meng Yi and shook his head, "Yan Dan is by no means a desperate madman, he dares to send If someone assassinates Qin, he must have left behind. I guess, Yandan is now contacting the army to return to the Yishui River, and is going to defeat our army in one fell swoop and save the country of Yan when I am assassinated and the army is in chaos."

"Your Majesty!" Wang Wan frowned and interrupted Ying Zheng's words, and said unhappily, "How can Your Majesty say such unlucky words."

Ying Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "What the prime minister said is that I am frivolous."

Ying Zheng smiled when he said this, as if he remembered something interesting, put one hand on the big case, nodded his fingertips on his forehead, and suddenly said: "It seems that the Zhang family of Yingchuan still has an assassin locked in Xianyang Palace." Medium? Interesting! Including Jing Ke, this is already the second big lala who came to assassinate the widow, so we might as well keep them together, so as not to waste the palace of Xianyang Palace."

Wei Liao, who was present but never spoke, heard Ying Zheng mention Zhang Rong, who had been forgotten for several years, and then laughed out loud: "My lord, if Jing Ke and Zhang Rong are imprisoned together, just give them a slap." Sharp weapon, I am afraid that these two people will never leave the yard in this lifetime."

"Oh? How do you say that?" Ying Zheng asked curiously.

Wei Liao stroked his long beard, and said with great interest: "The youngest son of the Zhang family in Yingchuan is a wonderful person. After being locked up, except for cursing the king for half an hour from noon every day, the rest of the time is not noisy, just hold the Branch concentrated on practicing his ability to use the long sword at hand, he should eat and sleep, and he didn't even try to escape at all."

"It's really interesting!" Ying Zheng was fascinated by what he heard, with a smile in his eyes, but Hu Hai grabbed him by the sleeve.

Ying Zheng lowered his head, and immediately looked at Hu Hai with a worried expression.

"Father, don't go to see him out of curiosity. He still resents Father now. People who hold grudges are the scariest." Hu Hai shook Ying Zheng's palm and said persistently, "Father promised me not to go."

Ying Zheng was taken aback for a moment, but when he looked back at what Rong Lu had done to Hu Hai, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

He held Hu Hai's little hand in his palm and shook it, and said with a smile, "Okay, I will never put myself in danger."

A smile appeared on Hu Hai's tense little face. He nodded vigorously, threw the scroll in his hand into Ying Zheng's arms without hesitation, interrupted the state affairs openly, and said loudly: "I want to solemnly declare—— It's over! Dad, come and test me!"

Ying Zheng threw away the letter in his hand without looking at it, scratched the bridge of Hu Hai's nose and said, "I believe you have completed your homework. Zhao Gao, draw up an order for the widow and call Fusu back from the Lantian Camp. He should also be there Enough experience in the military camp, I have other important matters to be handled by him."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhao Gao immediately responded, picked up his pen and began to write, and then Hu Hai rushed out of the palace with an excited smile on his face.

After Hu Hai left, Ying Zheng looked at the ministers present again, and said in a low voice, "Fusu is young and ambitious, I want to use him again, and send him to General Wang Jian's army to practice—what do you think?"

The courtiers of the Qin State are all supporters of the system of direct eldest sons, and they also know that the eldest son Fusu is by no means a mediocre and wretched person with no talent and no virtue. After understanding the meaning of Ying Zheng's words, they all feel that Fusu is worthy of great responsibility. It's just that in the past, Fusu participated in the battle of exterminating Zhao as a counselor and was almost pierced by an arrow. If he really went to the battlefield to fight, would he encounter any danger again?

The courtiers had some scruples in their hearts, and when they answered Ying Zheng's question, they couldn't help showing a little hesitation on their faces.

After all, it is rare to find a wise master. If Mr. Fusu has some troubles, the son who takes his place... is really not well-known!

On the contrary, Mr. Gao, who is ranked sixth, and Mr. General Lu, who is ranked ninth, have been praised by the king, and they behave well. However, these two young masters will certainly not have the ability to violate the ancestral precepts of the Qin State, and pass the previous young master to ascend the throne. , and their minister did not have the ability to choose a son to inherit the throne.

"Your Majesty, the Eldest Young Master has a high status, and the veteran thinks that it is inconvenient for the Eldest Young Master to go to the army to join the war." Wang Wan made a clear statement.

The heir was the top priority, and he was not willing to take any chances.

When King Wu died unexpectedly, he was succeeded by a talented younger brother like King Zhaoxiang because the Ying family's ancestral grave was full of smoke, but Wang Wan never expected that the Ying family's ancestral grave would be full of smoke every day!

Instead of praying for Mr. Fusu's safety in fear, it is better not to let Mr. Fusu go out to take risks in the first place. Anyway, Mr. Fusu has already proved his ability.

Li Si's idea was in harmony with Ying Zheng's. Seeing that Wang Wan had a different opinion from his own, he retorted flatly: "I think the king's idea is very good. The king is now in the prime of his life. Instead of trapping the eldest son who is in high spirits in the palace to follow It is better for the king to handle government affairs, let him make good use of his talents - I have heard from the general that the strategy of the eldest son and military career is not trivial, and the decisiveness of killing can be called the style of a general."

Meng Yi also nodded, and said seriously: "The elder brother of the minister heard that the eldest son was in the year of Zongjiao, and he fought against the elite of Zhao with a small number of defenders. He kept saying that it is a pity that the eldest son is the son of the king, otherwise he would You must personally take the eldest son to practice in the army. I think the king's idea is feasible."

Ma Xing is a person who has seen Fusu fight against the enemy as decisively as the god of war. He said pertinently: "Master Fusu is not only talented as a counselor, he is also very good at swordsmanship and crossbow."

Wei Liao had always been a person who said what to say. After coughing a few times, he smiled and said, "My lord, what does the eldest son think? Wouldn't it be better to let him decide for himself?"

Ying Zheng looked at Wei Liao and laughed loudly: "Of course Fu Su was proposed by himself, otherwise I would not be willing to send him to the army for training. In this way, let him go for a while while he is young."

"Your Majesty, General Wang Jian sent three huge wooden boxes and a secret report." A servant knelt outside the door and reported softly.

"Present it!" The cheerful smile on Ying Zheng's face disappeared without a trace, and a solemn look instantly occupied his eyes.