Xianyang Palace.
Fusu walked into the hall, bowed to Ying Zheng and said, "Father."
"Um."
Ying Zheng responded indifferently and continued to look through the bamboo slips in his hand without raising his head.
Fusu didn't dare to ask and just stood there.
After waiting for a long time, Ying Zheng didn't speak.
He raised his eyes secretly and glanced at Ying Zheng in confusion, but saw that he seemed not to notice him.
He turned his head and looked at Meng Tian on the side, asking with his eyes.
Fusu: Father, are you really looking for me? Why aren't you talking?
Meng Tian: How would I know? Ask yourself.
Fusu: No, I dare not.
Meng Tian: Then you just wait.
Originally, Ying Zheng wanted to leave Fusu alone to teach him a lesson.
But as he read the bamboo slips in his hand, he devoted himself to handling court affairs.
Forget the existence of Fusu and Meng Tian.
Until an hour later.
Ying Zheng put down the bamboo slips in his hand and was about to stretch.
When I looked up, I saw two people standing below.
Um?
Fusu?
Meng Tian?
Why are they here?
oh.
I remember now.
I asked them to come.
Ying Zheng stood up and walked slowly down.
"Fusu, do you know why I asked you to come here?"
ah?
Fusu, who was daydreaming, was stunned when he suddenly heard Ying Zheng's question.
"Son.....Son, I don't know."
"What have you been doing these days?"
Ying Zheng asked, "How's the class going?"
Fusu quickly said, "Father, I have been in the palace these days."
“Every day’s homework has been completed on time.”
He didn't say what he was doing in the palace.
He knew that Ying Zheng disliked Chunyu Yue and his group, and he also didn't like him getting too close to Chunyu Yue and his group.
I didn't want to say it out loud, so as not to make Ying Zheng angry.
But just because he didn't say it doesn't mean Ying Zheng didn't know.
Looking at his eldest son in front of him, Ying Zheng frowned.
"Besides these, have you ever been societal with that bunch of sour Confucian scholars?"
"Father...Father..."
Fusu was a little nervous. "My son, I was discussing academic matters with Dr. Chunyu Yue and others."
"you!"
Ying Zheng was furious, "You! What can I say about you?!"
"I told you not to have close contact with them, but you just wouldn't listen!"
"In terms of knowledge, literary talent, and strategy, there are many who are far superior to them!"
"You don't go to those Confucian scholars, but instead go to Chunyu Yue and other sour Confucian scholars!"
"What on earth were you thinking?!"
"Son... your son..."
Fusu's head lowered lower and lower.
Ying Zheng waved his hand impatiently, "Alright, alright, stop talking."
"Early tomorrow morning, come out of the palace with me."
ah?
Leave the palace?
Fusu asked doubtfully, "What are you going to do outside the palace?"
"I'll take you to see someone."
Ying Zheng said, "Sir, I believe you have heard about it as well?"
"Yes, I have heard of it."
It's just that he hasn't seen it.
He had never expected that his father would take him to meet this gentleman.
Ying Zheng really didn't want to say anything more to his silly son, so he spoke to Meng Tian who was standing beside him.
"Send him back and hurry up with the research on the brush."
"promise."
Meng Tian responded.
.............
Inn.
Ying Zheng brought Fusu and a team of Black Ice Guards to the inn.
Before he even entered the door, Ying Zheng called out, "Sir?"
Um?
Qi Pan, who was in the room, heard the noise downstairs and opened the window.
Lean your head and look down.
"Hey? Bro! You're here!"
"Wait a moment, I'll be right down!"
After saying that, Qipan slammed the window shut, opened the door and ran downstairs.
Hehe, she just saw it.
Brother is holding a lunch box, there must be milk tea in it!
She has to go down quickly!
"Rub, rub, rub."
As Qi Pan ran down the stairs, he saw Ying Zheng and his group walking in.
With a smile on her face, she walked quickly towards him.
"Hey, brother, come here, sit down."
As she spoke, she took the food box from Ying Zheng's hand very naturally.
He said casually, "Just come, why bring so many things..."
Seeing her like this, Fusu, who was here for the first time, widened his eyes in shock!
This, this, this... Is this the gentleman my father mentioned?
Develop tables and chairs, tea sets, and tea pets.
There are also saddles, stirrups, and horseshoes.
Mr. Paper and Brush?
Oh, that’s not right. The brush has not been developed yet, we only have the recipe.
This is not the point. The point is, this gentleman is so young?
He looks to be in his twenties.
Is this the person who came to their Great Qin from the world two thousand years later?
Looks no different from them.
Same nose, mouth, and eyes.
The difference is that this person's physique is too thin.
Even his height was estimated to be only up to his shoulders.
Ying Zheng walked to the table and sat down, "This is the milk tea I brought for you, sir."
He turned around again and spoke to several Black Ice Guards standing beside him.
"Bring over the food boxes you are holding."
"promise."
Five or six Black Ice Guards came forward, each holding two food boxes.
Since one table couldn’t accommodate them all, Eleven moved another table over and put them together.
After putting down the food box, several Black Ice Guards retreated to one side.
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