Chapter 191: Ying Zheng: I have no money "We are not...
"We are not here to save you, we are here to teach you."
A pleasant sound was heard, like the collision of gold and jade, or like ice beads splashing on a jade plate, beautiful, crisp and powerful.
But how does she know what I'm thinking?
Little Ying Zheng's face was full of question marks.
Fu Li chuckled and said, "You said it yourself."
Even if Qin Shi Huang was a man of great talent and vision, that was a long time ago. At that time, Ying Zheng was only four years old and still a child who did not understand what cunning was.
To Fu Li, the expression on his face was so easy to understand.
She bent down and held out her hand to the embarrassed child: "Come on, you should get up first."
Little Ying Zheng subconsciously looked at the hand. It was white and slender, with a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips and palm, proving that this hand was not just beautiful.
He subconsciously retracted his raised hand, tucking it deep into his sleeve, not wanting anyone to see it. At least, not the owner of the hand in front of him.
He had just finished a fight with someone, and his fists were no match for four hands. He was covered in dirt, and his hands were no exception.
They were trampled into the mud, and their nails were filled with mud.
Fu Li tilted her head and thought for a while, then pulled out a handkerchief from Nezha's sleeve and placed it on her hand. With a smile, her whole body seemed to be bathed in spring sunshine.
"Hurry up, I'm tired from bending over all the time."
Little Ying Zheng's ears suddenly turned red. He quickly put his slightly swollen little hands into Fu Li's hands and turned his head away, not daring to look.
Fu Li frowned slightly, carefully avoiding his swollen fingers, circled his wrist with her thumb and index finger, and used some skillful force to pull him up.
Little Ying Zheng quickly took two steps back, placed his left hand on his right hand, and gave her a standard Warring States thank you gesture. His voice was very childish, but his tone was particularly solemn.
He said, "Thank you, ma'am."
"It's just a small favor, not worth mentioning." Fu Li asked knowingly, "Why did they bully you?"
Little Ying Zheng lowered his head, rubbed his toes together, and didn't speak for a long time.
He didn't dare tell the other party the reason. Although he had never heard the other party's accent, he knew it was not Qinqiang.
Five of the six states in the Central Plains were enemies of Qin, with Qi being the only one considered an ally. He wasn't sure if Fu Li was referring to Qi Yin, and he wasn't sure if they were from a certain country that hated Qin.
Although he was still young, he was naturally intelligent. Even if his mother didn't say it, he had already realized that his father had abandoned them and fled back to Qin alone.
The reason why these Zhao nobles bullied them mother and son was because Zhao was defeated by Qin and many people died.
He was still very young at that time and had no impression of the "Battle of Changping" that the people of Zhao hated so much.
But he still vaguely remembered that when he was about two years old, his mother rarely took him out, and his father and the man named Lu Buwei became extremely busy.
The reason those people bullied him was simple, because he was a Qin person.
If the two people in front of him also have grudges against the Qin people, wouldn't he have escaped from the tiger's mouth and fallen into the wolf's den?
Seeing him lower his head and refuse to answer Fu Li's question, Nezha raised an eyebrow slightly: "Why don't you say anything? Could it be that they are bullying you for no reason?"
Little Ying Zheng lowered his head and made up his mind not to speak.
Fu Li stopped Nezha and said softly, "We are from Shu. We did not want to get involved in the war in Shu, so we fled here."
"People from Shu fleeing the war?" Little Ying Zheng finally raised his head and looked at her suspiciously. "The Central Plains is also in chaos."
Fu Li smiled and handed him the handkerchief in her hand: "Wipe your face quickly. You are so alert even though you are so young."
Seeing that he didn't take it, Fu Li simply bent down and stuffed it into his arms: "Since you know about Shu Kingdom, you should know that the wars in Shu are different from those in the Central Plains. My ancestors were high-ranking officials in Shu, and our entire family does not want to participate in the change of dynasties."
This was beyond the scope of Ying Zheng's understanding. He nodded, half understanding, and said, "Because I am a Qin person, the people of Zhao hate the Qin people, so they often come to bully me."
After all, he is still a child. When he talked about his grievances, he couldn't help but redden his eyes and his nostrils trembled slightly, looking pitiful and cute.
Fu Li sighed softly, pulled out the handkerchief that was stuffed in his arms, unscrewed the kettle and poured some water to wet it, squatted in front of him, and carefully wiped the dirt off his face.
After the dirt was wiped off, the bruises and swelling became more obvious.
Nezha took out some medicine from the treasure bag at his waist, unscrewed the lid and handed it to Fuli. Fuli took off the jade hairpin on her head, picked up some ointment and applied it to the wound on his cheek.
But after applying it a few times, she found that the bruised area was too large, so she simply picked up two large pieces and applied them to both cheeks, spreading them all over with her fingertips.
This ointment was prepared by Yun Zhongzi. It is something that mortals can use, but its effect is better than the existing medicines in the mortal world.
Little Ying Zheng tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes and let her do what she wanted. Only his slightly trembling eyelashes revealed his inner nervousness.
He didn't know what kind of ointment it was, but he felt that after applying it on his face, the cool feeling quickly suppressed the swelling and pain.
—It must be very expensive, right? Can I afford it?
Thinking of his family’s increasingly difficult situation since his father left, young Ying Zheng couldn’t help but feel worried.
And the wounds on his body and face, his mother will definitely be sad when she sees them.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but blame himself: I should have been more careful. If I had been more careful, maybe I could have avoided them.
Suddenly, he felt a slight weight on his head, and felt a hand caressing his head. The rare gentleness and kindness made him subconsciously rub it. When he realized what he had done, his little face suddenly flushed red.
Fu Li said softly, "It's not your fault. They are so many in number and want to bully you. There's no point in hiding."
Upon hearing this, little Ying Zheng lowered his eyes in disappointment.
He reached into his bosom and pulled out a few Zhao coins, handing them to Fu Li. He tilted his head and said seriously, "I know this isn't enough to compensate you for the ointment, but this is all I have. If I can return to Qin in the future, I will definitely repay you."
The money was originally intended to buy meat sauce for his mother. His mother had a poor appetite recently, and he was very worried, otherwise he would not have taken the risk of going out.
Fu Li smiled and said, "Then I will wait for you to repay me after returning to Qin State. You don't need this money."
Little Ying Zheng's face turned red again.
He rubbed his toes unconsciously and whispered, "You'd better take this money. My father abandoned me and my mother. I may not be able to return to Qin."
The reason I said that just now was just to save face for myself.
But he did not sense any malice in Fu Li. Even though his words of "returning to Qin" were obviously wishful thinking, the other party did not have the slightest intention of mocking him.
He didn't want to deceive the other party for the sake of face anymore.
Fu Li's eyes softened. She pinched his cheek gently and asked with a smile, "Have you forgotten what I just said? Or did you not even listen?"
Little Ying Zheng tilted his head in confusion, his thick, long eyelashes flickering unconsciously, his pupils as clear as washed stars. Even though the redness and swelling on his face hadn't subsided yet, it couldn't hide his handsome features.
"You really didn't listen, did you?" Fu Li said with a hint of sadness. "The first thing I said to you was: I'm not here to save you, I'm here to teach you. You don't think I'm too compassionate and want to teach someone a lesson just because I see them being bullied, do you?"
The child's eyes were too clear, and she didn't know how to hide her emotions. He felt a little guilty and confused at first, but then suddenly realized what was going on and looked at her warily: "Do you know who I am?"
The couple looked at each other and laughed again.
Nezha showed a wicked smile on his face and asked maliciously, "Then do you know who we are?"
Little Ying Zheng stared at them without saying a word.
Fu Li glared at Nezha and said, "Okay, stop teasing him."
Nezha said confidently: "Such a young child, isn't he just being used for fun?"
If children can't be entertained, what's the point?
Little Ying Zheng gave him an angry look and moved towards Fu Li.
But Nezha was a master with long arms. He just leaned forward slightly and pressed his big hands on the top of his head. In just a few seconds, he rubbed his already loose bun into a mess.
"Let me go, let me go!" Little Ying Zheng struggled hard, but the other party's hand was like a rock, which he could not deal with at all.
Nezha laughed and said, "You're so young, why are you so serious? Come on, smile and be cheerful. I'll teach you how to fight back, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng immediately stopped struggling and stared at him with his obsidian eyes: "Are you telling the truth?"
Nezha rubbed it one last time, raised his chin and said proudly: "Although I like to bully children, I never lie to them."
Ying Zheng's brows twisted for a moment, as if he had made a great decision. He took two steps towards him, thought for a moment, and took two more steps. He stretched his messy little head over, closed his eyes, and said, "Then you rub it."
But no one rubbed his head anymore, only the two adults' unscrupulous laughter rang out unscrupulously.
His cheek was pinched again, the force was very light. Even though he had a wound on his face, he didn't feel any pain, but instead felt a slight itch.
It was Fuli who pinched him, adding a heartfelt compliment: "Why are you so cute?"
Ying Zheng's slightly thin face flushed red, he pursed his lips, and tried to keep a straight face and said, "Thank you, my lady."
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Fu Li said, "You've been away for so long, your family must be worried, right? Where is your home? We'll take you back and discuss your situation with your elders."
"My business? What's my business?" Ying Zheng was a little curious and a little wary.
Nezha glanced at him and said with a half-smile, "Since you want to learn martial arts from us, you naturally have to become our disciple."
Ying Zheng suddenly realized: "Is it Shu Xiu?"
He thought about the situation at home and the golden hairpin on his mother's head that had quietly turned into a wooden hairpin, and his burning heart gradually cooled down.
"I won't become your disciple anymore." He stopped and said seriously, "My family has no money and can't afford the tuition."
He knew that the two people before him were good people, at least they had good intentions towards him. If he showed any sign of embarrassment, they would probably waive his tuition.
But he did not choose to take advantage of their kindness. Instead, he frankly stated his family's situation and made a decision directly.
It was not until this time that Nezha finally took the four-year-old child seriously.
He glanced at Fu Li, his eyes flickering with doubt: Did sister know that this child was extraordinary a long time ago?
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