Chapter 571 Once a Day
That's how it is.
Inside the Hall of State Affairs, Meng Yi stood somewhat awkwardly in the center, and braced himself as he explained the reasons and process of learning the health-preserving exercises from the eldest son, and then demonstrated them in front of everyone.
It looks unremarkable, but the "victim" Meng Tian is still standing behind him with a pale face. Oh, and there are also the parties involved in the incident, Meng Ao and Meng Wu.
"..." Well, even the King of Qin fell silent. This was the first time he had ever known that the Meng family grandfather and grandson were so...lively in private. Sure enough, there was a reason why they got along so well with Fusu.
Being scrutinized with strange looks by his old comrades Wang Jian, Lord Changping, Lü Buwei, and others, Meng Ao felt that the Meng family had completely disgraced them today.
But this matter was of great importance, involving the eldest prince and the Qin state, so he had no choice but to speak up.
Of course, he was too embarrassed to ask his grandson Meng Yi to repeat the story. This was the decision he regretted the most. The kid was just too honest and didn't embellish it at all!
Shouldn't the focus be on the eldest son's health exercises? Why repeat their words and expressions word for word? Is it to show off your memory? Are you being a military general too good for you?
"Summon Fusu."
Ying Zheng was not in a position to comment, so he skipped this part and chose to summon Fusu instead.
Soon, their voices arrived before they did.
Wow, so many people!
The ministers understood, and with a slight turn of their heads, they saw the eldest son, with his short legs, slowly walking in with his recently favored study companion, Zhang Liang.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
Compared to Zhang Liang's respectful manner, Fusu was much more at ease.
"Father—"
After greeting Ying Zheng, he glanced around. Then, without ceremony, he climbed onto the King of Qin's seat, leaned into his lap with practiced ease, and nodded to everyone: "Are you all here?"
I had a feeling the eldest son would ask "Have you eaten?" next, instantly shifting the atmosphere from the solemn palace to the streets of Xianyang. Oh, although what just happened wasn't really that serious.
Ying Zheng was already used to Fusu's "the world is vast and his own freedom is paramount" attitude. He helped Fusu adjust his posture and asked in a low voice, "Did you teach Meng Yi the health exercises?"
“Yes,” Fusu nodded without hesitation, “Didn’t I teach you that too?”
Ying Zheng remained silent for a moment, trying hard to recall the two hastily imitated movements he had made earlier, but they felt different from Meng Yi's demonstration. So, different people learn them differently? Is this health exercise really that particular?
Ying Zheng was unsure, but he was also curious, so he wanted Fusu to demonstrate it.
"Xiao Lou has learned it too, let him do it!"
Fusu, being lazy, directly named Zhang Liang.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhang Zifang Xiaolou Liang stepped forward and solemnly demonstrated a set of movements.
Well, compared to Meng Yi, I can't say they're exactly the same, but I can say they're a little different.
"..." Ying Zheng lowered his eyes to look at Fusu in his arms and asked, "So, you teach each person differently?"
"What's different?" Fusu's eyes widened. "Aren't they exactly the same?"
Upon hearing this, the people in the hall exchanged bewildered glances. The same? Were they just too busy lately, their eyes getting tired?
Compared to the courtiers who blindly trusted Fusu and doubted themselves, Ying Zheng was still somewhat rational. "You come here."
"I'll do it."
Fusu snorted coldly, jumped down from Ying Zheng's arms, walked to the center of the hall, and made a proper starting gesture: "Watch closely!"
Everyone held their breath and stood ready for battle.
Then I gradually felt confused. Why did it feel different from what Meng Yi and Zhang Liang showed?
"How is it? Isn't it exactly the same?"
After finishing his fight, Fusu stood in the center of the hall without blushing or panting, confidently surveying everyone. Everyone he looked at couldn't help but look away, not daring to meet his gaze.
The eldest son is so confident, so the problem must lie with them, right?
Ying Zheng stared at him for a while, then said succinctly, "It's different."
"What's different?"
[You should all reflect on yourselves. You've been like this for so many years, where has it changed?]
This unwavering resolve even swayed Ying Zheng.
At this moment, Zhang Liang took a deep breath and stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the eldest son's daily health exercises are different..."
"Xiaolou!"
Which side are you on?
Fusu looked at Zhang Liang in shock, with an expression that said, "How can you lie through your teeth?"
Zhang Liang smiled reassuringly at him and continued, "However, they only look different to the naked eye. In the words of the eldest son, the internal operating logic is the same. I understand that the important thing about health cultivation exercises is the mental method, not the form of presentation."
"That's right, that's right, Xiaolou understands me!"
[Xiao Lou, my personal translator, hehe—]
Fusu nodded repeatedly, instantly deciding to reconcile with Zhang Liang and wishing him to grow taller.
"The mental cultivation method?"
Ying Zheng turned his questioning gaze to Fusu, who replied casually, "I didn't say that. I figured out the health-preserving exercise one day while reading the Tao Te Ching."
This is probably what they call enlightenment. I have to admit, I really am a genius.
The ministers nodded in agreement instinctively, while Ying Zheng frowned slightly and pressed, "So, the mental cultivation method is... the *Tao Te Ching*?"
"yes!"
Fusu directly admitted it, and the Taoist disciples in the hall proudly straightened their chests. "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. Who in the world does not know the Tao now?"
"I haven't studied the Tao Te Ching either..."
Meng Yi couldn't help but mutter to himself. How come he only learned a couple of moves from the eldest son back then? Was he a born Taoist disciple? Did he learn it without even having to learn it?
"Those moves..."
Meng Yi couldn't help but ask.
Fusu glanced at him and said casually, "Oh, I made that up."
"Made...made up?" Meng Yi stammered in surprise.
“That’s right,” Fusu said confidently, “How old am I? What moves do I know?”
"So, the reason why every day is different is because..."
Meng Yi hesitated, but Fu Su continued, "Because I only call once a day."
"ah?"
Not only Meng Yi, but many others failed to understand.
“Because if I do it once in the morning and once in the afternoon, then every half day will be different,” Fusu said, ignoring everyone’s astonishment, without any sense of impropriety. “In short, I can’t remember. Who would remember the actions they made up?”
That makes so much sense; everyone's been convinced.
But is that right?
Looking at the eldest son's self-righteous demeanor and then at the King of Qin's unchanging expression, were they making a big fuss over nothing?
This is unreasonable, absolutely unreasonable!
"May I ask you, young master?" Lord Xiong Qi of Changping couldn't help but step forward, "The movements were different, and General Meng had never studied the Tao Te Ching at the time. How did he manage to send Commandant Meng Tian flying?"
"Meng Tian was sent flying?"
Fusu's eyes widened instantly as he looked at Meng Tian with curiosity.
“Yes, when I was demonstrating, I suddenly remembered the health exercises you taught me, young master, and just like that…” Meng Yi gestured with his fist, “Big brother flew away.”
Meng Tian: "..." There's no need to repeat it so many times.
"Oh," Fusu said seriously, trying to suppress the excitement in his eyes, "The Tao follows nature, and that depends on one's understanding. Those with understanding don't need to be taught, and those without understanding can't be taught."
[I really want to see it! Can you do it again in front of me? I've never seen anyone fly out of the air before.]
"You might not understand this, but Xiao Lou has also learned it. I feel he's quite perceptive. Let Xiao Lou and Meng Yi have a go."
He really put in a lot of effort; everyone looked at the earnest young master and didn't know what to say. If they hadn't heard his true feelings, they would have believed him.
Zhang Liang: I understand. Think of me flying.
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