Chapter 5: Ziying, My Grandson
"Where is your brother now? Is it convenient for you to meet me?"
"I dare not. It is a blessing for my brother that my wife wants to see him. But my brother has taken on some work and is not in the village right now."
Zhao Yuanxi was a little disappointed, but there was still a long way to go.
After bidding farewell to Madam Zhao, Chu wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead. This noble lady looked kind, but the aura around her was so oppressive that even the county magistrate here might not be able to match her.
He tugged at Chu's clothes and pointed at a bag of things in the corner. "My dear, this is what that lady left behind."
The oldest child jumped over, opened the bag, and exclaimed in surprise, "Father and Mother, it's corn."
"It's really corn! My dear, that lady is such a good person." Although He had no objection to Chu bringing people to her house for dinner, it did not mean that she did not feel sorry for the food.
But now, she felt a little guilty for not being able to treat the lady better.
Thinking of the task that the lady had given him, Chu murmured, "Yes! She is such a good person."
Zhao Yuanxi returned to Liyang Palace. When he got off the carriage, a full moon was hanging high in the sky. It means that the moon conveys his longing for his lover. Without the modern entertainment activities, it is really easy to be emotive to see the moon at night.
But then she thought again, she had no relatives in modern times. Her parents died early, and she had no brothers or sisters. She was in her thirties and still had no partner. She was almost a loner. Apart from the unfinished research project, there was really nothing that could make her worry.
However, she still has a lucky son in this world! Thinking of who her son is, Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help but laugh again.
Not a loss at all!
If she could hear her grown-up son calling "Mom", she would probably fly to heaven.
"Ah--" Ying Zheng sneezed loudly, and the bamboo slips in his hand almost fell to the ground.
The old eunuch serving beside him brought a cup of hot tea and asked worriedly, "Is the king feeling unwell? Do you want me to call the imperial physician?"
"No problem. Did the Queen Mother accept the person I sent over today?"
"Indeed, I accepted it, but——"
Ying Zheng showed an expression of astonishment and sneered, "What did that woman do?"
The old eunuch knelt on the ground and said, "The Queen Mother took them to the fields today, saying that she wanted to farm."
His voice grew weaker and weaker, his tone filled with confusion.
"Farming?" Ying Zheng was stunned, and it took him a long time to realize the meaning of these two words, but it was still difficult to connect farming with that woman.
Ying Zheng sneered, saying that it would be difficult for that woman to wash her own clothes and cook for herself, let alone farming.
He didn't think that the woman really wanted to go farming, he just felt that she was up to some bad idea. As if he had thought of something, Ying Zheng's face darkened.
"Is there anything unusual with Prime Minister Lu?"
The old eunuch and former confidant of Lü Buwei, Lü Le, shuddered, "The Prime Minister has been ill recently and hasn't left the house."
Ever since the King of Qin eliminated Lao Ai and officially took charge of the Qin government, Lu Buwei has become more restrained in his behavior, and recently he has even stopped participating in court meetings.
"Since the Prime Minister is old, let him return home and rest well. He will be granted the title of Marquis Wenxin, reside in Hejian, and be granted a fief of 100,000."
Zhao Yuanxi didn't know that a slight flap of his little butterfly wings had caused Lu Buwei to be driven out of Xianyang early.
But even if she knew, she would probably just cry out in injustice, saying that it was all Zhao Ji's doing, and what did it have to do with her, Zhao Yuanxi? She was just doing her job of farming.
It was already late, but Zhao Yuanxi hadn't rested yet. He was writing and drawing on silk with a charcoal pencil.
There was no paper in the Qin State at that time, and words were usually written on cloth or bamboo slips.
Zhao Yuanxi was drawing the structural diagrams of the curved plow and waterwheel, and she managed to draw the pictures based on her memory.
Although it was rough, the general meaning was clear. Anyway, she had done her best, and the rest of the work could only be left to the craftsmen.
After finishing the drawing, she threw away the charcoal pencil in her hand and collapsed on the mat. Looking at her dark hands and the piece of cloth on the table that had been tortured beyond recognition, she sighed to the sky, "As long as you work, there will be endless work!"
Not only do I have to worry about farming, but I also have to put this pen and paper on the agenda!
She really couldn't bear to write and draw on the cloth with a carbon stick, and - when going to the toilet, Zhao Yuanxi didn't want to say it, it was simply her nightmare!
The next day, Zhao Yuanxi asked Gao Sheng to prepare the car early and go to Lugewu again.
But just as she was about to go out, a little kid suddenly bumped into her legs.
Zhao Yuanxi didn't expect a child to jump out from the side. He lost control of the force on his legs and threw the child out.
The child rolled on the ground for a few times. Fortunately, he was wearing thick enough clothes. He touched his head, pouted a little aggrievedly, his eyes turned red, and he was about to cry.
Zhao Yuanxi interrupted the spell and pointed at his knee preemptively, "Little guy, are you running so fast just to hit me on purpose?"
The child whose thoughts were guessed was a little confused.
How is this inconsistent with what Zhongfu said? When the eldest mother saw me fall, shouldn't she help me up first, ask me if I was hurt, and then comfort me?
Ziying looked at Zhao Yuanxi helplessly, a little scared, and subconsciously went to look for his father-in-law.
But apart from the two palace maids following him, Zhongfu did not appear.
"Mother!" The child was so scared that he started to hiccup, tears falling down his face, and he looked extremely aggrieved.
Grandmother? Her grandson?
Although Zhao Yuanxi has Zhao Ji's memories, she only gets the story from Zhao Ji's perspective.
She didn't know exactly how it happened or what the scene was like.
Just like now, Zhao Yuanxi knew that he had a grandson, but he was not sure which grandson this little kid was.
As the queen mother of Qin, there are only two people who are qualified to call her "Grandmother". One is Fusu, the eldest son of her adopted son, and the other is Ziying, the son of Chengjiao, the youngest son of her deceased husband.
Fusu is always with his adopted son and would not appear here, so he is probably Cheng Jiao's son Ziying.
Two years ago, Chang'an Jun Chengjiao rebelled and died in Tunliu. Although his young son Ziying was pardoned by King Ying Zheng of Qin, he was still implicated and expelled from Xianyang.
"Are you Ziying?"
Ziying sniffed and nodded obediently.
So, as the first historical figure Zhao Yuanxi met in this world, the little Ziying bore her greatest enthusiasm.
Zhao Yuanxi half-knelt down and pinched the little Ziying's soft little face, unable to hide his excitement at the moment.
What a living little ancestor!
Although this is not the ancestor of Zhao Yuanxi's world, who says this is not the little ancestor?
Zhao Yuanxi wasn't good at history, but she still remembered the passage from "The Banquet at Hongmen," where "The Duke of Pei wanted to be king of Guanzhong and make Ziying his chancellor."
King Ziying of Qin was also the last king of Qin.
When the Qin State was in turmoil, Ziying stepped forward and killed Zhao Gao.
It’s a pity that the empire was about to collapse, and the Qin State at that time was no longer something that a small Qin King like him could save.
Sima Qian, the Grand Historian, commented on Ziying, "Ying has fully understood the meaning of life and death." This is already a very high evaluation.
A hard-working and miserable child,
Zhao Yuanxi rubbed the child's head, his eyes becoming gentle, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Ziying didn't know why the Great Mother called his name, but he seemed to become closer to her. His original fear also dissipated a little. He opened his mouth and finally stammered, "Ziying wants to see the Great Mother."
Zhao Yuanxi smiled and didn't ask any more questions. He slowly stood up and looked into the distance with a cold expression.
She was under house arrest by the King of Qin, yet there were still people who wanted to use her child to get close to her. Could it be that she still had any surplus value in the eyes of others?
If he showed up himself, Zhao Yuanxi might look at him with more respect, but taking advantage of a child was shameless.
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