Mrs. Chu's condition is getting better day by day.
The palace gradually returned to peace.
Fusu, finally relieved, began to move around Xianyang frequently.
He followed his mother's wishes and reported his safety to Changping Jun, but he returned not long after.
After that, he ran between Ningyang Palace and the king's Xuanyan Front Hall.
Ying Zheng has also relaxed in the past few days.
He was originally quite surprised that he could not find the person who poisoned him. There was no place in the Xianyang Palace that he could not control.
Later, when it was discovered that Chu had eaten it by mistake, all the mysteries were solved.
Although he was relieved, the defense of Xianyang Palace was still quietly strengthened.
"Father, everything is fine with mother now."
"When will this son of yours return to Shangjun?"
In the evening, Fusu came to the front hall to pay his respects to Ying Zheng as usual.
"You really want to go back and don't want to stay in Xianyang anymore."
It was rare for Ying Zheng not to be reading memorials. He just sat at the table and drank tea quietly.
"I dare not. If my father needs me to stay in Xianyang, I will stay."
Fusu sat beside him and spoke respectfully.
"Alright, I'm asking you something, just say it."
This kid Fusu is sometimes too respectful.
He always made the conversations between father and son stiff and stereotyped.
Just a side note: this shouldn't be Fusu's fault. It should be that Ying Zheng himself speaks in a rather stiff manner, right?
"Yes, I understand."
Fusu paused for a moment and said.
"It's not that I don't want to stay in Xianyang. My father and many relatives are in Xianyang, and I feel the most at home here."
"However, during my time in Shangjun, I felt very relaxed. I didn't have to be watched over by others for everything. I also learned a lot in Shangjun. Sometimes I felt that I could make decisions and felt needed."
"Father, do you know what Lady Zhao said to me before? She told me that being myself is more important than anything else. In Shangjun, I can be myself happily."
"Although this kind of happiness may be short-lived, I, your son, also want to feel it well in this short time."
Fusu lowered his head and spoke softly. This was the first time he spoke his true feelings to his father alone.
Although he was worried that his father would scold him, he felt more relieved to say it out loud.
Ying Zheng looked straight at his son. After a while, he reached out and touched Fusu's head.
“You still have time to be yourself.”
Ying Zheng was not good at caressing people. The hand he placed on Fusu's head was very stiff and he quickly took it back, but Fusu felt happier than ever before.
This is the first time that his father has touched his head.
"Ahem, I heard from Lord Zhao that you also went to the North with Meng Tian, right? How is it going over there?"
Ying Zheng coughed twice and quickly changed the subject.
He glanced over and saw Fusu looking at him with such touching eyes that he could hardly bear it.
If Zhao Jun were here, he would probably say...
Don't get involved in these nonsense with Ying Zheng, he is allergic to romance.
When Fusu heard that Ying Zheng actually asked about his daily life, he was very happy and told him everything he had experienced in the north in detail.
"She even made the skewers herself and then set up a stall?"
After hearing this, Ying Zheng raised a question.
This guy is really something. Even when he is outside, he never forgets to study food.
Ying Zheng thought silently, she didn't know how much food she had made since she came here.
"Yes, father, the skewers that Lord Zhao grills are truly delicious. I have never eaten such delicious skewers."
Fusu smiled like a child and spoke sincerely.
Grilled skewers?
It’s so delicious, I haven’t even tasted it yet.
"Ahem, is it really that delicious? Okay, I'll tell Lord Zhao later and ask her to make it again in the palace."
"Really? That's great."
Fusu was very happy.
He felt that after he had spoken his heart out to his father, his father seemed to be closer to him.
Not long after that, Zhao Jun received a notice that Fusu wanted to eat barbecue skewers.
No, outdoor barbecue in the hot summer?
If you want to die of heat, just tell me!
Although it was just a complaint, Fusu wanted to eat it and the king had given the order, so let's do it.
She asked someone to bring a message to Ying Zheng, asking him to prepare first and do it the day after tomorrow night.
Fortunately, it rained the next day, and by the evening of the third day, the temperature had dropped significantly.
Otherwise, Zhao Jun was afraid that he would really get heatstroke.
The ingredients had been almost processed before Ying Zheng and Fusu slowly walked over.
"Master Zhao, I didn't expect to see you again so soon. I thought I would have to wait until the Chinese New Year."
Fusu walked in with a smile and talked to her.
Zhao Jun glanced at Fusu. Why did she feel that Fusu was very lively today?
"The eldest son looks good these days."
Zhao Jun also laughed and joked.
Ying Zheng sat aside and watched them interact quietly.
When everyone was present, Zhao Jun started to get busy.
Fortunately, there were not too many people, and with Qingliu's help, Zhao Jun worked quickly and quickly roasted a large batch.
"Fusu, try it. You want to eat it, right? See if it tastes any different from what you get in the north."
Zhao Jun placed the skewers he had just brought up in front of Fusu.
"I want to eat?"
Fusu was puzzled.
Could it be that my father heard my praise for the skewers and thought that I wanted to eat them, so he specifically told Lord Zhao to make them for me?
My father is so kind.
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