Chapter 575 Han Fei's Teaching
Where exactly is the answer?!
In this city of Xianyang, how many people actually know the truth?
He wasn't talking about Zhang Liang, he was talking about everyone here! Don't lead the young master astray!
—Han's Cry Version: The story begins with Han Fei's lectures at the palace.
He wasn't one to nag, so after Zhang Liang's reminder, he chose to believe him. At the same time, as a responsible gentleman, he planned to use this opportunity to observe Zhang Liang further.
It wasn't so much about observing Zhang Liang's actions, but rather about observing whether Zhang Liang's overly indulgent behavior would have any negative impact on the eldest son.
After all, the eldest son is still young. Even if he has some kind of supernatural ability, he is still a child under three years old.
Of course, he still trusted Zhang Liang's judgment and the king's authority. With the king present, what problems could there be?
But once he entered the palace, he discovered that there was a big problem!
On the first day, after making ample preparations, Han Fei placed his personally copied copy of "Gu Fen" (Solitary Indignation), still fragrant with ink, in front of his eldest son Fusu and his companions Zhang Liang and Meng Yi. Han Fei was in high spirits and full of enthusiasm, ready to make a big splash.
"Those who are wise and skillful must have foresight and keen insight; without keen insight, they cannot uncover corruption. Those who are capable of enforcing the law must be resolute and upright; without uprightness, they cannot correct wrongdoing..."
"Thump"
Fusu's little head bobbed up and down, eventually giving way and landing on the table, or more precisely, on the soft cushion that had suddenly appeared on the table. He rubbed his chubby cheeks against it and then fell into a peaceful sleep, satisfied.
Han Fei watched as the eldest son blinked and closed his eyes, then, unable to resist the drowsiness, nodded forward. Before Han Fei could even remind him, his good disciple Zhang Liang swiftly pulled out a soft cushion and placed it in front of the eldest son, making him fall asleep faster and more soundly.
"..." Han Fei looked at Zhang Liang with a question mark on his face.
Zhang Liang knelt down beside him, speaking in a serious tone: "Sir, the eldest son is truly worried about the affairs of the state. He has been busy with the affairs of the Imperial Household Department lately and has not had a proper rest. He was especially exhausted last night."
Han Fei understood; he was naturally aware of the major commotion at the Shaofu residence, which clearly indicated that it had received the favor of the eldest son.
Looking at the little dumpling sleeping soundly on the table, Han Fei's gaze softened considerably; he was still just a child.
"In that case, let's end today's lesson here and tell the young master to get some rest."
Thank you, sir.
"It's alright. Zifang, as your companion, you should also advise the eldest son to act within his capabilities and to delegate tasks to the palace servants so as not to harm his health."
"Zifang understands."
Zhang Liang seriously agreed, while Meng Yi, standing to the side, lowered his head and bit his lip, pretending not to have heard anything.
Feeling satisfied with his good deed, Han Fei nodded and decided to reward Li Si with another official post before leaving happily.
The next day, Han Fei tidied himself up and entered Xianyang Palace again.
"What a beautiful day..."
How wonderful!
Han Fei's sighs and the eldest son's thoughts collided, making Han Fei even happier. He turned the corner and was about to greet the eldest son when he saw a row of small clay figures sunbathing under the eaves.
[The weather's so nice. If I let it dry in the sun all day, my clay figure will definitely be completely dry. It was worth all the hard work I put into making it last night!]
Han Fei paused for a moment, and then Fusu noticed him as he approached.
"Good morning, Mr. Han!"
Fusu greeted him warmly, and Han Fei subconsciously smiled and replied, "Greetings, Young Master. And this is Young Master?"
"Oh, these are clay figures I made the night before last. Sir, don't they look just like them? This is Xiaolou, this is Mengyi, and this is my father..."
Han Fei looked at the clay figure in front of him, not in a hurry to praise the eldest son's craftsmanship. The night before last...
Remembering Zhang Liang's words, Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly: "Young Master, it must have taken you quite a bit of time to make these clay figures."
“Indeed,” Fusu nodded, looking at Han Fei’s expression, and added enthusiastically, “Don’t worry, sir, I’ll make one for you today too!”
"Then thank you in advance, Young Master."
Han Fei smiled, said nothing more, but looked at Zhang Liang who was walking over and gave him a meaningful look.
Zhang Liang glanced at the clay figure under the eaves, then at Han Fei. He paused for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and casually bowed to Han Fei in greeting.
"gentlemen."
"Okay, take a seat." Han Fei walked past him and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't let this happen again."
Zhang Liang kept his head down and did not respond.
Han Fei didn't mind, picked up his book, and began today's lesson.
"A wise and skillful person must have foresight and keen insight; without keen insight, one cannot discern the truth..."
"Thump"
The voice sounded so familiar. Han Fei put down his book and looked up to see the eldest son asleep on the cushion on the table once again.
"gentlemen……"
Zhang Liang had just opened his mouth when Han Fei raised his hand to stop him.
At this moment, Meng Yi, who had been silent all along, stood up, cupped his hands in apology to Han Fei, and said, "Sir, if you want to blame someone, blame me. It's all my fault."
Han Fei looked slightly suspicious and asked him, "What's going on?"
Meng Yi looked guilty: "Because of the matter concerning the Imperial Household Department, there has been much discussion in the court. It was all my fault for speaking too quickly; I shouldn't have told you about the difficulties my grandfather faced in reorganizing the military..."
"Honest boy" Meng Yi bluntly recounted his conversation with Meng Ao. Because of his previous exposure of Meng Ao's past in front of everyone, Han Fei understood and believed him.
The eldest son is truly concerned about the country and its people!
Han Fei couldn't help but feel sorry for Fusu. He was still just a child, yet he worried about so much. No wonder he couldn't get enough sleep.
"Alright, let the eldest son rest well today." After Han Fei finished speaking, he looked at Meng Yi. "I know you are loyal, but think more before you speak. The eldest son is still young, and His Majesty will arrange matters in the army."
"Yes, I understand. Thank you for your guidance, sir."
"Hmm." Han Fei nodded. Meng Yi was an honest child, so this matter couldn't be blamed on him. The blame should be placed on Meng Ao! How old is he? Why does he always make the eldest son worry?
As luck would have it, Han Fei had just left Xianyang Palace when he ran into General Meng, who was preparing to enter the palace.
The straightforward Han Fei stopped him directly and gave him a tactful piece of advice, the core message of which was: do your own thing! Don't take advantage of the young master's young age!
"How could I..."
Meng Ao was completely bewildered and couldn't hide his astonishment until he heard him repeat Meng Yi's words. He then realized what was happening and couldn't help but complain, "You little rascal, you've tricked me..."
Meeting Han Fei's gaze, Meng Ao's expression froze. "Ah, ah... what did you say... the eldest young master is asleep, isn't he... ah, yes, yes, it's my fault, it really is my fault. The eldest young master is kind, I hope you will forgive him!"
"..." Han Fei, who was not a fool but was treated like one, understood. Good, good, even an honest kid can lie!
After glancing at Meng Ao, who was still trying to take the blame, Han Fei finally understood: what kind of honest child was he? The Meng family had a long tradition of dishonesty!
Day three!
Having made up his mind, Han Fei, who trusted no one, began teaching again with great pride and high spirits.
"Those who are wise and skillful are always farsighted..."
"Thump"
Han Fei smiled and put down his book, then directly pressed down on Zhang Liang and Meng Yi, who were about to speak but were now hesitant. He wouldn't listen to any reason!
Just as they were about to wake the sleeping child, they suddenly heard footsteps coming from the corridor.
A black robe swept across the threshold as the King of Qin strolled in.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Um."
Ying Zheng bypassed Han Fei and looked at Fusu, who was fast asleep on the table, without saying a word.
Han Fei was somewhat uneasy, worried that the king would be angry with the eldest son, and was just about to find an excuse: "Your Majesty, actually the eldest son..."
Ying Zheng suddenly bent down and picked up Fusu with such gentle movements that it was as if he were holding a glass cup.
“Children need more sleep.” The King of Qin said matter-of-factly, then lowered his head and rubbed Fusu’s hair. “Classes are canceled today.”
Han Fei's mouth was still agape when he realized that the king had already come up with a reason, and he had been deluding himself...
Watching the King of Qin carry his eldest son away, and then looking at the "Solitary Indignation" he hadn't explained in three days, Han Fei laughed in exasperation.
"hehe……"
Zhang Liang looked at him with concern: "Sir, are you alright?"
"Something's happened...something really bad!"
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