Chapter 569 Am I old?
While the six states claimed to have no other choice, there were still many things to negotiate and discuss before they were to submit to Qin, and it was not something that could be accomplished in a short time.
However, more and more talented people were entering Qin from Xianyang.
What was once considered a barbaric land by other countries is now teeming with talent, so much so that you can encounter a scholar of some renown every few steps, and lively debates among various schools of thought take place every two or three days.
For the first time, the Qin state, a nation founded on military merit, was so rich in literary culture.
But with more people, there are more things to do.
Some wanted to meet the King of Qin to showcase their talents and ideas;
Some wanted to meet the eldest son and offered to become his teacher;
Some are also scheming how to stand out and seize the initiative in such a competitive world;
But more than anything, they were curious, even eager for the spells that had been displayed in the sky.
It wasn't just a fantastical ability; it was the hope for saving the world. Whether for public or private reasons, everyone was eager to act.
Therefore, Fusu became the focus of everyone's attention.
However, after the curtain fell, it was discovered that apart from the health-enhancing pill that saved General Meng's life, nothing else seemed to have appeared. Especially since the eldest son still seemed to be just an ordinary child, some strange voices inevitably arose from the crowd.
"Zifang, are you unhappy?"
Tell me what's bothering you, and I'll cheer you up!
Zhang Liang, who was being "cared for" by Fusu, relaxed his furrowed brows and smiled helplessly: "It's nothing."
He had only heard some rumors about the eldest son and felt uncomfortable, but there was no need to tell the eldest son about such things.
Fusu didn't press the matter, but instead squeezed in next to him and asked with great interest, "Zifang, do you think our relationship is good?"
Zhang Liang, unaware of Fusu's true intentions, met those expectant eyes and nodded in agreement, "Of course it's good."
Upon hearing this, Fusu couldn't help but grin, then tried to remain serious and coaxed him, "Since we're such good friends, shouldn't we have a more intimate way of addressing each other?"
Before Zhang Liang could answer, Fusu eagerly said, "I've already decided, I'll call you Xiaolou, what do you think?"
Why a small building?
Zhang Liang couldn't help but ask. Actually, when it comes to the matter of titles, he was not old, but he was personally bestowed the courtesy name "Zifang" by the King of Qin, which was the reason why outsiders envied him because he was the eldest son.
Because in Fusu's opinion, calling him "Zhang Liang" was too unfamiliar, and calling him "Liang," "Xiao Liang," "A Liang," or "Liang Liang" was too disadvantageous. He sighed that Zhang Liang had chosen a very advantageous name, and Fusu told Ying Zheng with a smile.
Then Ying Zheng bestowed a courtesy name upon Zhang Liang.
After he was given a courtesy name, the eldest son was quite happy calling him "Zifang," so why did he suddenly decide to use another name?
"Because a building is taller than a house!" Fusu argued confidently. "Zifang, you're so handsome, you need a tall person to look good with you! I named you Xiaolou (Little Building) in the hope that you'll grow taller. But if I keep calling you Fangfang (House), what if you grow sideways?"
Listening to Fusu's fluent and chattering narration, Zhang Liang couldn't help but chuckle. While marveling at the eldest son's ingenious ideas, he also noticed his increasingly clear and fluent accent.
Speaking of which, the eldest son is truly consistent in his words and actions. Since he can speak fluently, he has become less reserved about his true feelings.
"Xiao Lou, how are you?"
Zhang Liang smiled indulgently, "Okay."
Now that the eldest son has been called out, how can he refuse?
"It's because you don't want to refuse, isn't it?"
After listening to Zhang Liang explain the origin of his new nickname, Han Fei looked at his disciple with a complicated expression. He could see a "fatherly feeling" in Zhang Liang, who was not even ten years old. Even the king did not spoil his eldest son like this.
"The title 'Eldest Young Master' is just a title, nothing more."
Zhang Liang spoke each word earnestly.
Seeing his sudden emphasis, Han Fei understood and ruffled his hair: "Don't worry about what's going on outside, trust the king."
Zhang Liang pursed his lips, his eyes still filled with confusion as he looked at Han Fei: "Everyone clearly saw the Young Master's sacrifices, everyone got a second chance because of the Young Master, so why would anyone... anyone..."
Even merely recounting their opinions was unbearable for Zhang Liang; he felt it would be a profound offense to Fusu. He couldn't understand how anyone could be so ungrateful and arrogant.
Do you think the eldest son is ordinary and unremarkable because he can't afford a mirror to look at himself? No mirror? And...?
Han Fei could understand his anger. They hadn't been idle during this time. They hadn't been blind to the situation. Anyone who showed no respect for the eldest son, no matter how talented, had been excluded from the selection process.
Rather than saying they chose fans of the King of Qin, it would be more accurate to say they chose fans of the eldest prince. (According to Li Si)
Of course, such a person wouldn't have any talent.
"Human nature is greedy. Some people can control their desires, but others will be consumed by them and lose sight of themselves and the road ahead."
Han Fei didn't elaborate, but patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder and casually predicted the fate of those people: "Don't worry, people who aren't clear-headed have no future anyway."
...
"What are you doing?"
The King of Qin, who was busy with official duties, finally managed to take a stroll outside. He walked non-stop to Xing Le Palace, where he saw Fusu gesturing wildly and making exaggerated gestures in the courtyard, while Lady Mi cheered him on with doting eyes.
What's so good about it? Is it that it didn't collapse?
After observing for a while, Ying Zheng couldn't help but ask.
Seeing the King of Qin stride in, Lady Mi and the palace maids hurriedly bowed. Only Fusu rushed straight to his side, tilted his head up, and sweetly called out, "Father."
"Um."
Ying Zheng looked down at him for a while. Well, although he didn't have any thoughts, he could tell at a glance that this kid wanted a hug, so he would reluctantly give him a hug.
Suddenly being picked up by Ying Zheng, Fusu's eyes widened for a moment as his gaze rose. But he still expertly wrapped his arms around his neck and asked, "Father, aren't you busy?"
"Um."
Sure enough, the little guy wanted to be carried. Ying Zheng subconsciously adjusted his position to make Fusu more comfortable in his arms.
Lady Mi was speechless at this scene. Was the king being a little too skilled at it?
Thinking back to the time when she was worried that Fusu would not be favored after he was born, it seems like she is dreaming.
[Father has become mute again. Why has he stopped talking so much after not seeing me for a while? Is it because no one talks to him? Sure enough, without me, who would be good to mute father!]
Ying Zheng lowered his eyes. Was it possible that he didn't need to say much for others to understand his meaning?
What were you just doing?
He wasn't trying to prove he wasn't mute; he was mainly curious, yes, curious.
"Oh, I'm exercising," Fusu said excitedly, and he eagerly jumped down. "Father, come with me and let's do some health exercises!"
At your age, it's the perfect time to focus on health!
How old is he?
Under the dumbfounded gazes of Lady Mi and the palace servants, Ying Zheng actually joined Fusu in making silly gestures for a while.
Then, preoccupied with something on his mind, the King of Qin couldn't help but ask during a political discussion, "Am I old?"
"ah?"
The 70-year-old General Meng Ao opened his eyes wide and asked him this question. Was it really not ironic?
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