Hu Hai

Double happiness coming to the door is a big event, Ying Zheng can't be afraid that he has experienced many victories of the Qin State, and he is still overjoyed when he gets the news in front of him. He can't help but open the wooden box and observe carefully. Looking at the head with a terrified and disbelieving expression before death, the smile on his face not only did not disappear, but became more cheerful.

After a quarter of an hour, Yingzheng was finally satisfied with the strong sense of accomplishment brought by the complete demise of Zhao Guozheng, and waved his sleeves: "Go to the Taimiao, I want to tell the ancestors the good news today."

Wei Liao, Wang Wan, Li Si and the others bowed and saluted without a single word of resistance, and watched Ying Zheng start this casual sacrifice.

Ying Zheng sat on the four-horse king car and looked at the people on the streets of Xianyang with joy on their faces. the beat.

"Your Majesty, the Taimiao is here." Xin Ti reminded Ying Zheng respectfully in a low voice.

Ying Zheng got up and got off the car directly. When he walked outside the gate where the ranks of the ancestors were placed, the smile on his face was already hidden in the deep expression, making it impossible for people to peek at Ying Zheng's identity. mood.

He kneeled respectfully in the hall, quietly and reverently looked at the tablet of the ancestors, and kowtowed deeply.

In the Taimiao, no other sound could be heard except Ying Zheng's breathing. Ying Zheng suddenly let out a low laugh, and his voice was already full of relief: "Li Xin's defeat was due to lack of troops. He has always followed the promise he made to the widow The "20 army is enough" to deploy soldiers. No one thought that Li Xin's plan would fail, and no one in the temple thought that Chu State had been weak and declining for many years, and it was able to gather more than 30 troops in one battle—but Fusu thought of it! Fusu is the eldest son of the widow, the eldest son of my Daqin, the widow, the widow has unspeakable pride in his heart, he has more vision than the widow."

Ying Zheng raised his head as he spoke, his eyes were full of pride that could not be concealed, he kowtowed again with a solemn expression, then sighed, and said with a little disappointment: "The widow has experienced successive victories, and has been dazed by the victories. It's amazing, but I never saw that the Chu State can provide the Chu army with an endless supply of food and supplies because of its extremely vast land, and... the hundreds of thousands of private soldiers are able to shine when the country is in danger. A strong cohesion."

He smiled wryly, raised his hand and pinched his forehead, and his voice became deeper and deeper: "Yes, I am too arrogant. Wei Liao and Yao Jiahe are capable, but the two of them lobbied various countries, but there was no one in Chu State. A treacherous eunuch who is obedient to Qin. Fortunately, Fusu persuaded the widows to give up their defenses against General Wang Jian and sent him to Chu as the commander. Fortunately... General Wang Jian is not a narrow-minded person. He is calm and reliable. Commanding soldiers also follow the straight way of commanding troops, and this time even took out the prestige of generals they have accumulated for many years to hone the young generals under them. Before that, the widow was too narrow. tactics, and ignore that he has not been defeated for many years, and he is no worse than Lord Wu An."

As Ying Zheng spoke, his expression relaxed again, and his mind flew to the eldest son.

Fusu's growth has always satisfied him. Even though Fusu disagreed with him in many political views, Yingzheng never felt dissatisfied with his eldest son. On the contrary, in Yingzheng's opinion, a son who can have his own opinions Only then have the ability to lead Qin.

"Father, are you going to enroll eldest brother as the crown prince?"

The expression of the youngest son looking up and asking himself curiously suddenly broke into Ying Zheng's mind, making him frown and his body stiffen.

Ying Zheng got up slowly, stretched out his hand to brush his gray temples, sighed, and said in his heart: There are too few kings of the Ying family who live long, but the widow will soon reach the age of forty.

The joy of victory has not yet faded from Ying Zheng's heart, but it has already cast a shadow. He slowly walked out of the Taimiao, his face not as rosy as when he came, but with a gloomy expression.

Xin Ti peeped at the expression on King Qin's face, and quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at him again. He took the initiative to make his voice softer, knelt at Ying Zheng's feet and said, "Your Majesty, are you going back to the palace?"

Ying Zheng made a faint sound from his nasal cavity, and with a low reply, he raised his feet and sat back in the king's chariot, but his brows remained unmoved.

As he approached Xianyang Palace, he suddenly said, "Xin Ti, among the Confucian scholars serving as doctoral officers, many of them are proficient in alchemy, right? Let them have an audience tomorrow."

Xin Ti repeatedly agreed, and Ying Zheng, who was sitting in the carriage, pinched the skin on the back of her hands that was no longer as tight as when she was young, showing disgust in her eyes, mixed with traces of unobvious fear and anxiety in the disgust.

He bowed his head in silence, was served by Xin Ti and entered the main hall, and said again: "There has been nothing out of the harem these years."

Xin Ti didn't know what was wrong with King Qin today, since he came back from the Taimiao, he spoke in an unusually aggressive tone, but he knew that he must not give an answer that would make King Qin dissatisfied, and would cause trouble for himself!

Xin Ti laughed immediately, and said in a good voice: "Your Majesty has been worrying about state affairs these years, resting in the main hall almost every day, and rarely summoning concubines from the harem."

Ying Zheng's expression finally improved when he heard the words. He tapped his fingers on his knees with all his thoughts, and after a long silence, he finally said, "When will Hu Hai leave? We look forward to his return to the palace to accompany us."

When he felt that he was getting old, only by looking at his young son could he realize that he was still young and vigorous, and Ying Zheng was no exception. He suddenly realized that even though his ambition was still there, his body could not restrain his aging, he became more and more eager for Hu Hai's return.

Hu Hai, who was deeply missed by Yingzheng, was nestling in Fusu's arms, shaking his head and reading military books with Fusu. He arched his body happily and pressed his back against Fusu's chest. He couldn't help squinting his eyes to reveal a smile smile.

"Concentrate." Fusu flicked his wrist, moved forward slightly, and hit the top of Hu Hai's head with a "da", drawing his attention without hurting his forehead.

When Fusu found out that he was far away from the sky, Hu Hai simply stopped pretending, turned around and threw himself into his arms, wrapping his arms around Fusu's chest, hanging in Fusu's arms, since he broke his mind, Hu Hai abandoned all shame, If they stick closely together with Fusu, they will never be separated by a distance of a finger width, wishing to become a dog skin plaster and stick to Fusu's body completely.

"Brother, did General Wang Jian do it on purpose?" Hu Hai rubbed his face on Fusu's chest.

Fu Su patted the top of Hu Hai's head, not resisting his approach.

Even though Hu Hai was extremely clingy, Fu Su couldn't figure out any lack of affection from Hu Hai's intimacy—Hu Hai is so beautiful, with every look and smile showing a natural and charming posture, And this kind of charming posture is not frivolous, it is mixed with immature and soft beauty, which can only remind people of soft little animals. Fusu can't do anything other than knowingly smile when Hu Hai hugs him tightly. reaction.

Hearing Hu Hai's words, the corners of Fu Su's mouth turned up, but he still smiled and said, "Why did you say that?"

Hu Hai raised his long and gentle eyebrows, grabbed the battle report sent to Fusu's tent and said: "General Wang Jian clearly led an army of 60 to fight, but Li Xin only took away less than 20 troops, even The 20 soldiers are divided...does this count as two groups or three groups?"

Hu Hai was proudly talking about his own analysis, but suddenly he was troubled by the densely written content on the battle report, and turned his head to look at Fusu with confused eyes.

"Two armies." Fusu reminded with a smile.

Hu Hai nodded, his face was covered with a blush because he quoted an uncertain judgment but got the correct answer. After rubbing his hot face, he continued: "Those aristocratic families in Chu State even maintain all existing rights. Father is not even willing to surrender, how could he willingly watch the state of Chu collapse? At such a time, it is meaningless to continue to put on airs to the King of Chu. They must devote all they have to deal with the menacing army. Man, I am To say that fighters are the first part to be expanded, Li Xin underestimates the enemy."

Hu Hai sighed old-fashionedly as he spoke, and shook his little head vigorously. The soft broken hair brushed Fusu's cheeks, causing waves of numbness, which made him unable to resist reaching out and brushing the broken hair on Hu Hai's cheeks behind his ears.

Hu Hai paused, seeing that Fusu was speechless, and after a long pause, he spoke again: "Brother, you are too gentle."

Without waiting for Fusu to answer, Hu Hai lowered his head and said quickly, "So General Wang Jian this time is a wake-up call to the young generals of the whole army, telling them to be careful not to get carried away by successive victories."

Hu Hai spoke too fast, without any pause in the words, but when he finished speaking, the atmosphere between him and Fusu seemed even more weird.

He stopped his voice again, and after biting his lips, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes glistening with heat, and he asked straightforwardly: "Brother, no... Fusu, can I kiss you?"

Fusu watched Hu Hai yell out this voice with a round face, covered his mouth and let out a low laugh, completely unable to control the expression on his face.

Hu Hai's expression became more and more embarrassing by his smile, disappointment gathered in his eyes, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't want to, let it be...uh..."

The warm embrace wraps Fusu with the fragrance that has been tainted for many years, and the soft lips gently press Hu Hai's forehead, staying on it for a long time, time goes by little by little, but Hu Hai feels that there are all kinds of noises in his ears. The chaotic sounds made him unable to grab any one of them, until Fusu's lips moved away from his forehead, he stammered and said: "You, you really, really want to—ah! Ah?"

"Silly boy, it's time for us to return to Xianyang. The special envoy sent by the father emphasized that this time not only you are required to return to Xianyang Palace, but I also have to escort the rest of the Zhao Kingdom back together." Fusu explained each other's itinerary to Fusu in detail , but a ray of coldness shot out of his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "Zhao Qian's sons and daughters have already been killed. It is much easier to go back with only the wax-sealed head."

Looking at Fu Sufei like this, Hu Hai didn't have any fear, but felt waves of heat all over his body.