Chapter 28 Two Followers
Wang Ben was ashamed and said, "Then I will leave the young master to the Queen Mother. We will take our leave."
He was walking in a hurry and didn't notice Fusu reaching out his hand and then retracting it.
He was such a small person, standing there all alone, looking extremely pitiful.
Although Zhao Yuanxi was dissatisfied, he softened a little when he saw the child's adorable appearance.
This mother doesn't want him anymore, but she doesn't want to keep the child even when he's only a little kid? I really don't know what's wrong with him!
Zhao Yuanxi looked down at little Fusu and rubbed his hands excitedly.
Fusu cub! So cute!
Fusu was young, but he had a stern face. Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help but want to rub his head. She didn't know if the little guy would jump up and hit her if she messed up his hair.
Realizing that the Queen Mother was looking at him, Fusu pursed his lips and lowered his head even lower, only to meet a pair of round eyes.
He was so frightened that he took two steps back, and then he saw that the person coming was actually a child about his age.
Seeing that he was frightened, Ziying giggled.
Zhao Yuanxi patted Ziying on the head, half-knelt down, looked them in the eye, and introduced him to Fusu with a smile, "His name is Ziying, the child of the Marquis of Chang'an, and your cousin."
"Fusu is your elder brother, Ziying must not be disrespectful."
Ziying opened his bright eyes and looked at his brother who had suddenly appeared with curiosity. His face was full of innocence. "Were you also driven here because your uncle, the King of Qin, dislikes you?"
Ziying used his simple and crude reasoning ability——
My uncle didn't like my grandmother, so she came here. He didn't like his father, so he also came here. Since my brother came here, it must be because my uncle didn't like him.
well!
There are so many people my uncle doesn’t like!
Ziying was puzzled. His eldest mother was a good person, he himself was a good person, and his brother seemed to be an even better person. If he didn't like them, it must be his uncle's fault!
Before they officially met, Ying Zheng already had the image of a bad guy in Ziying's mind.
It was an unintentional remark, but it was heart-wrenching to Fusu.
He argued with red eyes, tears rolling down his eyes, "Father doesn't hate me, he just-"
I just don't like myself that much.
Seeing him crying, Ziying wiped his tears in panic, "Don't cry! Uncle Qin hates me too, and so does my mother. We are all the same. Uncle doesn't like you, but we do!"
When a person is abandoned, he is alone and helpless, but when three abandoned people get together, they become a family.
Fusu was already feeling very upset, but when he heard this, his tears were forced back.
Zhao Yuanxi looked at this picture of harmonious brothers and couldn't bear to disturb them.
She was originally worried that Ziying would be dissatisfied with Fusu, but she didn't expect that the little guy would comfort himself.
Yes, nothing can make people unite more quickly than having a common enemy.
I wonder if the high and mighty King Qin knows that his son will no longer want him as his father!
Zhao Yuanxi agreed with Ziying's words and said without hesitation, "Yes, you still have us. Grandmother will take good care of you."
Touching Ziying's head with her left hand and rubbing Fusu's hair with her right hand, she felt like a winner in life.
The two good kids are hers!
Fusu's cheeks were stained with a thin layer of blush, and he stood there at a loss, fiddling with the corner of his clothes with his fingers uncomfortably.
He left his mother when he was young, and since he could remember, no one except his father had ever treated him like this.
Although his grandmother looked the same as before, he had never seen her so gentle before. It was like she was a completely different person.
"I still have some things to do. Do you want to accompany me like Ziying, or let the palace servants take you there first?" Zhao Yuanxi saw that the child was a little shy, so he withdrew his disruptive hand.
Fusu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the palace maid beside him, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Can I accompany you?"
"Of course, You, Fusu will live in the side hall of Liyang Palace from now on. You can take the people who came with Fusu there first, and also bring the necessary things along." Zhao Yuanxi stood up and said to You who was standing beside him.
You led the group of palace servants to retreat.
Zhao Yuanxi changed his shovel and said to the two children with a smile, "Then after I finish planting these seeds, we will go back together."
The seeds were not given by the system, but Gao Sheng knew that she was looking for novel seeds and bought them from merchants in the Western Regions.
When Zhao Yuanxi got the seeds, she thought they were watermelon seeds at first sight. Merchants from the Western Regions called them Tarabuz, saying that they could produce sweet fruits. After inquiring about the appearance of the fruits, she became more and more certain that they were watermelon seeds.
So she asked someone to clear the land and prepare to plant some watermelons.
She dug a hole and buried the seeds in it. Ziying followed her example and squatted beside her with a small shovel. Fusu followed.
When Zhao Yuanxi turned around, she saw two little kids following her.
She couldn't help laughing, so she gave them a handful of seeds and squatted down to teach them how to dig holes, plant seeds, and fill them with soil.
The three of them worked together and completed the work that Zhao Yuanxi could have finished in half an hour in an hour.
After burying the last seed in the soil, the two little ones were exhausted and sweating. Ziying just sat on the ground and didn't want to get up. Although Fusu was still standing, his soul had obviously floated away.
Zhao Yuanxi lifted Ziying up and patted the mud off his butt. "When the watermelon is ripe, you can eat it."
"Is the watermelon delicious?" Ziying asked impatiently, and Fusu also looked over.
She was really not sure about this. The watermelons eaten by the modern public were all high-quality varieties that had been artificially cultivated and screened, so they naturally tasted good. But this was a watermelon from more than two thousand years ago. Zhao Yuanxi didn't really have much hope. As long as it was sweet, she would be very satisfied.
"It should be better than the fruits you have eaten now." Zhao Yuanxi took one of them by the hand and took them to the pond to wash their hands.
Ziying washed his hands and stood aside looking at the land in front of him, as if he had already seen a good harvest, his eyes smiling into crescent shapes.
Zhao Yuanxi scooped up some water to wash Fusu's hands and found that there was a thin layer of calluses on the fingers of his right hand.
......
Although Zhao Yuanxi tried hard to pretend not to see it, he couldn't help but ask, "Does your father force you to write every day?"
Zhao Yuanxi had never raised a child, but he knew that a three-year-old child in modern times would just be in kindergarten.
Which kindergarten kid can get calluses from writing?
"My father didn't force me. I am a prince of Qin and I should study every day."
The father of the King of Scrolls, and his son, the King of Scrolls! That’s right, who made his family really have the heir to the throne? Zhao Yuanxi silently complained in his heart!
Thinking of the end of Qin Ershi's death, she touched Fusu's head with a smile and said, "My son, all your sufferings were in vain!"
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