Hu Hai

Fusu looked at the child's innocent and direct eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became softer. He touched his newborn soft short hair, put down the mask pen, placed Hu Hai on his lap, and opened the swaddle directly.

The baby boy's skin is pink and tender, his body is plump, his arms like lotus root joints are placed flat on his side, and his two short legs are curled up and kicked to the sides. His white and fat appearance looks very cute.

Fusu took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw Hu Hai's knuckle-long stalk standing upright at the joint of Hu Hai's legs.

He smiled and stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly, jokingly said: "I really want to pee, don't dirty my book."

After finishing speaking, Fu Su said without raising his head: "Bring the urinal and serve Hu Hai to go to the toilet."

Because Fu Su carried Hu Hai into the study without hesitation, and the nursing mother Tao who served Hu Hai could neither ignore the young master, nor break into the study of Fu Su's son without authorization. She was standing outside the door in a dilemma when she heard Fu Su's summons. As if he had received an amnesty, he grabbed the clay pot, diapers and other items that had been prepared, and rushed into the room like a fierce man.

"Young Master, put down Mr. Hu Hai and let the slaves come! This work is pickled, don't dirty the hands of the eldest son." The nurse Tao hurriedly snatched Hu Hai back into her arms, and pointed his upright stem at Tao At the mouth of the pot, the sound of "squeaking" water immediately sounded, and the choking smell unique to children could not help spreading in the room.

The nursing mother looked at Fusu cautiously, for fear of offending him with her words, but unexpectedly, Fusu kept smiling and looked at the baby in her arms with great interest.

Facing Nurse Peach's gaze, Fusu simply got up and walked in front of her, took the naked fat baby, stretched out his hand and said to the Nurse: "Bring a clean handkerchief."

The nurse was stunned and handed the prepared handkerchief to Mr. Fusu, and watched him carefully and thoughtfully use the wet brocade handkerchief to hold Hu Hai's small stem and wipe it gently, then replaced it with another soft but dry brocade handkerchief again. After wiping, he finally wrapped Mr. Huhai in a new swaddle and took him back into his arms.

"...Master Chang, Mr. Chang!" The nurse gasped in surprise, her eyes widened.

Fusu raised his eyes to Nurse Tao, and a question came out of his nose: "Huh? What's the matter?"

The wet nurse immediately knelt on the ground and begged: "Please don't do these things, eldest son. If the king finds out, the servants will not be able to explain to the king."

Fu Su lightly smiled and said, "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, rubbed Hu Hai's ruddy face with a smile, and asked with a smile, "Did Hu Hai say so?"

Fusu didn't expect Hu Hai to respond to him at all, but unexpectedly the baby boy in his arms tilted his head and rubbed against his palm, making the smile on the corner of Fusu's mouth softer.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Fusu, the wet nurse had no choice but to change the subject and said: "Master Hu Hai, please give Mr. Hu Hai to the slave to breastfeed. Mr. Hu Hai has slept for an hour and a half, and he is almost hungry."

Fu Su was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and scratched the tip of Hu Hai's nose, and said in a low voice, "I even forgot that you are still breastfeeding."

After finishing speaking, he put Hu Hai into the nurse's arms.

It is the wet nurse's duty to serve Hu Hai with breastfeeding, and she has no habit of hiding people behind her back. A pair of big black and white eyes on Hu Hai hurriedly unbuttoned the skirt of her clothes, but Hu Hai was young and had a small mouth, and the pale yellow milk that could not be swallowed was flowing along the red lips. The mouth flowed out, dripping all over the face, the baby was so anxious that his hands and feet fluttered and his face was full of panic.

"Hehe, why are you so cute?" Fusu said helplessly, but the smile in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Hu Hai turned his head to look at Fusu, and met his gentle eyes full of smiles. For some reason, he was eating normally...but he couldn't eat anymore.

Although he barely ate eight percent full, Hu Hai still closed his mouth and refused to continue eating.

Fusu couldn't help but walked to them, saw that Hu Hai didn't eat anymore, took a brocade handkerchief in his hand to wipe off the milk flowing out of Hu Hai's mouth, and hugged him back, his limp body under his palm was like a The little meat ball was soft and hot, lying heavily in his arms brought a sense of peace of mind.

Hu Hai yawned, nestled in Fusu's arms for a while, and fell asleep with peace of mind—Master Fusu is a good person, so he can eat, drink, and enjoy life with peace of mind.

Although Hu Hai took over the task of "Saving Unlucky Celebrities in History" issued by the system, he never expected that he would be so unlucky that he would cross into Hu Hai, the unlucky kid.

He himself is a passer-by person, and he is least interested in making contributions and working day and night on state affairs. Anyway, the ability of Mr. Fusu is obvious to all. As long as he does not interfere when Qin Shihuang passed away, Mr. Fusu will naturally be able to inherit the throne steadily. History The direction will also change accordingly.

"Hu Hai, is it really okay for you to be so lazy?" The rigid voice revealed a sense of grievance, and it rang in Hu Hai's ear countless times.

Hu Hai rubbed Fusu's warm chest, and said disapprovingly, "Otherwise, what? Are you planning to make me a neurotic child who can speak in March, compose poems in May, walk at ten months, and invent airplanes and cannons at one and a half years old?" ?”

The faint breeze stopped beside Hu Hai, and the tone of the rigid voice became more aggrieved, and he couldn't help but raise the voice that only the two of them could hear: "But you don't take any tasks released by the system except the main one. If we reach the pass line, we will both be punished!"

Hu Hai blinked, and the long eyelashes swept across the big black and white eyes, looking dazed and confused, the sleepy mist covered the baby boy's eyes, Fu Su stretched out his hand to cover Hu Hai's eyes, and said softly : "Go on to sleep if you're sleepy."

Hu Hai bent the corner of his mouth and rubbed against Fusu's palm. His thick eyelashes brushed against the young man's palm. His breathing quickly became slow and quiet, but no one could notice the direction. He said, "How is it? Mr. Fusu said to me. Not bad, right? He is such a gentle and considerate good man, why should I worry about failing in the "power-building mission" I received? You must know that Zulong devoted himself to building the eldest son of the first emperor of China. Just replace the son you took with you on a trip before you died."

"...Forget about being lazy, do you think you're really being cute like this!" The rigid voice became bitter.

"I'm naturally cute." Hu Hai shrank into Fu Su's arms as if avoiding its scolding. Fu Su paused for a while, stopped writing half of the text, stretched out his hand and adjusted his posture so that Hu Hai was on his lap The pillow became more comfortable, and then he focused on the scroll in his hand.

Hu Hai raised the corners of his mouth and smiled complacently, angrily flying around the invisible little things around him.

Afterwards, Hu Hai said very leisurely: "Otherwise, how do you think I should act cute to please Mr. Fusu? In history, he was tricked by 'I' to lose the throne and draw his sword to kill himself. After waking up, how could he accept 'Hu Hai' without any grievances like a true saint, and continue to be a stupid brother who responds to requests-we are fine now."

The little thing snorted coldly, and landed beside Hu Hai, no longer rushing around.

Rereading what he had learned back then, Fusu was filled with emotions.

Fusu didn't take much of what his father taught him carefully when he was young. He only thought that Yingzheng was harsh, cold-blooded, and inhuman, and that he was right; Nian mentality once again faced the classics he had read, but his mood has changed greatly—the father's attitude towards the conquered people is indeed strict, but he is not completely correct.

Now that he was lucky enough to return to his boyhood, he, who has matured a lot, will no longer think that the best result can only be achieved by fighting his father face to face.

Looking down at his younger brother who didn't know what he would be like in the future, Fusu sighed in his heart, thinking: I have a few days to spare, so I should go see Li Si and ask some questions.

Fusu's plan is good, but it can't keep up with the rapid changes. In the evening of less than three days, Fusu was personally invited by Zhao Gao to the big study. Besides Yingzheng, there is another person here, which is Li Si.

Fusu couldn't see anything from Ying Zheng's face, so he showed a surprised look at Li Si, bowed his hands and said, "I never expected to see Chang Shi at night."

Li Si returned a salute, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and didn't say much.

Ying Zheng glanced over Fusu and Li Si, and suddenly pushed a scroll of letters over the desk, and said in a deep voice, "Fusu, what do you think this is?"

Fusu took the slips and shook them open. After seeing the contents clearly, he couldn't help being stunned and speechless—what his father showed him was the "Han Shu" that Han Fei sent himself to the prison in the cloud!

Even though Fusu had experienced many great events, his hands trembled slightly when he saw this thing, and he almost threw the "Cun Han Shu" written by Han Fei on the ground.

He pursed his lips and looked at Ying Zheng, his eyes revealing an inquiring look.

Fusu clearly remembered his father's full of anticipation and eagerness when he heard that Han Fei had entered the Qin Dynasty. For Ying Zheng, this was simply as lucky as Boya meeting his son, but things have come to this point, and Ying Zheng wants to It can only be a joke to form a bosom friend with Han Fei.

Han Fei's future is doomed, he must die!

Without further ado, Ying Zheng asked directly, "If Chang Shi is to handle this matter, how does Chang Shi plan to deal with Han Fei?"

Li Si hesitated for a long time, shook his head and smiled wryly: "I know that this matter should be handled fairly, but it involves my own body, and my mind is in a mess. I want the king to make amends."

Li Si's answer was not what Ying Zheng expected. He nodded, turned his face to look at Fusu, and said calmly, "Fusu, what do you think about this?"

Fusu smiled lightly, and said calmly: "Kill him, don't need to think about it."

Fusu's personality is gentle and generous, no matter Fusu begged for Han Fei or said other words of tolerance, Yingzheng would not be surprised, but he never thought that his eldest son would make such a decisive decision that even he hesitated.

Of course Han Fei should be killed.

If he just cared about his homeland and was unwilling to make suggestions for Great Qin, although Ying Zheng was dissatisfied, he would respect Han Fei's arrogance; On the level of Li Mu, the God of War in Zhao Kingdom.

Such misfortune caused Han Fei to lose his moral integrity. No matter how much Ying Zheng appreciated Han Fei's intelligence, he couldn't tolerate him living in the world.

Ying Zheng looked pale, pointed to the place beside him and said gently: "Fu Su, come here, sit next to the widow, and tell the widow why you said Han Fei should be killed."

The smile on Fusu’s face remained unchanged, and he gently spread the "Cun Han Shu" in front of Ying Zheng, acting cautiously, as if he was afraid of hurting this book that chilled Ying Zheng's heart and was destined to be passed down through the ages: "Han Zi painstakingly and painstakingly The book has already been written, but King Han has no chance to see this wonderful book in person. Han Fei dedicated all of it to his father when he met his father. He obviously hoped that his father could rule the world and realize the law for him. The dream of home sandwiches."

Yingzheng nodded silently, without interrupting what Fusu said, but his expression became more and more satisfied.

But at this moment, Fusu's voice changed, and he said in a cold voice: "Although God bestowed Han Fei with great talent, he did not give him the same broad mind, which made Han Fei unable to get rid of the narrowness of the country as a son of South Korea. Prejudice, actually using the talent bestowed by the heavens to maliciously mislead the father and king, intending to damage the strength of our Great Qin and block the way of our Great Qin's eastward advance, this person deserves to die."

Ying Zheng was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed lowly, and waved his hands: "Forget it, since Fusu also thinks that Han Fei should be killed, then you can go out of the palace with Chang Shi to deal with this matter, I don't want to see Han Fei again."

"Thank you, father, Wang Xinzhong, Fusu." Fusu raised his head to meet Yingzheng's slightly tired eyes, showing a little surprise.

Ying Zheng took a closer look and found that in just over a month, the eldest son's face had faded from the immature eyes of the past, revealing the unique sharpness of a teenager.

Feeling relieved in his heart, he patted Fusu on the shoulder a few times, and his heart has gradually returned to calm.

Fusu followed Li Si into the carriage and galloped towards the prison in the cloud. Li Si stared at the still immature side face of this outstanding eldest son, and suddenly said, "Your eldest son really thinks that Han Fei should be killed?"

Fu Su turned his head to meet Li Si's eyes, smiled and shook his head: "That's not the case."