28 Chapter 28
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Ying Zheng had warm and beautiful memories of his mother, but later Zhao Ji rebelled for her lover and illegitimate son and wanted to kill Ying Zheng. Those warmth and beauty were overshadowed by disgust and hatred.
When he heard Fusu talking about other people's deep mother-son love today, he just nodded lightly. Then he thought of Fusu who lost his mother at a young age and might not even remember what his mother looked like. He was a little worried that his eldest son would be sad.
Ying Zheng looked over and saw that Fusu's eyes were bright and clear, without a trace of cloud. He rubbed Fusu's head and said with a smile, "Let them learn the method. I have already replied to Li Si."
Maybe Fusu didn't realize this, and that's fine too.
Fusu didn't expect that Li Si would ask his father about it. Calculating the time, Madam Li had lunch and left the palace. That afternoon, Madam Li told Li Si about this matter. Li Si then took the time to ask his father in person. He really acted quickly.
Even if Fusu was prejudiced against Li Si, he had to admit that there was a reason why his father had relied on Li Si for many years. He was indeed very useful.
Fusu said casually: "I didn't expect Li Tingwei to be such a cautious person."
Ying Zheng rubbed his son's head, then knocked him on the head again: "What are you talking about? Li Si has always been cautious."
——Okay.
Although Fusu did not agree with Li Si's caution, since his father had said so, he certainly could not refute it.
Fusu pursed his lips and changed the subject: "Father, how are Meng Qing's saddle and stirrups?"
Ying Zheng didn't let him go: "Still don't like Li Si? I see you get along well with his son. Isn't that enough to change your opinion of Li Si?"
After observing for many days, Ying Zheng could not see any bad signs, so he thought that perhaps Fusu was just having an ordinary nightmare.
Although the previous kings could enter Fusu's dreams, Fusu could also have other ordinary dreams.
"Li Si is Li Si, Li You is Li You. They are two different people, naturally different." Fusu had his own reasons.
Ying Zheng also had his reasons: "They are father and son, just like you and me. Aren't you like a father?"
Fusu said firmly: "I am like my father, but Li You is not like his father."
Ying Zheng: “…”
Ying Zheng was rarely speechless, but this time he was really a little defeated by his unreasonable eldest son.
Fusu wisely offered his father a way out: "Father, Li Tingwei... I don't have any connection with him. The one I have connection with is Li You. Of course, I don't need to like Li Tingwei, don't you think?"
Ying Zheng felt that it was not the case. Li Si was a person he could use, and Fusu was his eldest son. They would definitely have interactions in the future when they entered the court. It was certainly not good for Fusu to unilaterally hate Li Si!
"It is true that you and Li Si have no intersection now, but in the future..." Ying Zheng paused here. He thought, maybe Fusu didn't like him because he had never had any intersection with Li Si. The dream affected Fusu's judgment.
Fusu was a child after all, and the matter was related to his father, whom he had always relied on and admired. It was understandable that his judgment was affected by a nightmare.
Ying Zheng, who felt he had figured it out, thought the solution was very simple. Wouldn't it be better to let Fusu and Li Si interact more often in the future?
Fusu obviously didn't know that his father had such a dangerous idea. He only knew that his father finally stopped talking to him about Li Si.
Ying Zheng answered his eldest son's question directly about the progress of the saddle and stirrups. The craftsmen were working overtime to produce them, and within a month, all the Qin cavalry would be able to wear them.
As he said this, flames burned in Ying Zheng's eyes, as if he had already seen the invincible Qin army conquering the world for him.
…
The sensation caused by Gaoqiao's saddle and stirrups was even greater than that caused by the new agricultural tools. The court officials all saw the king's horses in his stables. Wang Jian and several other generals were allowed to ride the horses for a try. After getting off the horses, their eyes were shining and their bodies were full of murderous intent, as if they wanted to lead the troops to fight immediately.
In this war-torn era, it was a very morale-boosting thing that the Qin State had weapons superior to those of other countries.
Thus, the news that the king was a god who had descended to earth spread quietly. After all, if the king was not a god, there was really no way to explain how he came up with these things.
Some believed it without a doubt, while others raised doubts. The king was nearly thirty years old. If he were truly a deity, why hadn't he come up with so many brilliant ideas in the past twenty years? Perhaps the king had received assistance from some mysterious master, a true deity.
The person who said this was immediately scolded back. Is there anyone in Qin State more noble than the king? Besides the king, who else can be a god? Only the king can be a god!
If there really were other gods, why would they hide behind the scenes instead of relying on their supernatural powers to rule the world?
Therefore, the king must be a god!
Of course, there are also people who agree that the king is not a god and that those wonderful ideas all come from the gods, but they believe that it is the king’s fame that conquered the gods, so even the gods obey him.
However, the court officials soon stopped arguing about whether the king was a god, because the newly built iron furnace began to work.
Iron was a big deal in the era of cold weapons, and court officials all looked on eagerly, wanting to know how good this iron smelting furnace was.
Ying Zheng took his important ministers to the iron smelting plant to inspect the newly refined iron. The quality was far better than the current iron, and the output was more than ten times higher.
Ying Zheng was overjoyed and immediately discussed the details of rebuilding the iron smelting office with his important ministers on the spot. By the time everything was settled and he returned to the palace, the sun had already set.
From that day on, there was no conclusion as to whether the king was a god who had descended to earth or even the gods were impressed by him, but no one dared to question it anymore.
Our Qin king is blessed by heaven! This became the consensus of all the Qin officials who knew about it.
Qin's unification of the world was no longer an inspiring slogan. The court officials suddenly felt that it had the potential to become a reality.
It was on the third day that Ying Zheng realized something was amiss. The courtiers looked at him strangely, tears welling in their eyes, as if he were not a person but a statue on the temple altar. He also spoke so passionately that Ying Zheng worried they would lose their voices if he spoke any more.
Ying Zheng has no inclination to seek immortals at the moment. He is not moved by this kind of admiration. He only feels disgusting and a chill down his spine.
After summoning Meng Yi for questioning, Ying Zheng learned the reason for the court officials' unusual behavior.
He first slowly put down his brush. Paper had become widely available. In front of Ying Zheng was a proposal written on paper by his officials. The content of the proposal was related to the autumn harvest. In order to prevent the handwriting on it from being contaminated, he had to put down his brush before he could think.
"Am I a god?" Ying Zheng was confused.
Ying Zheng was puzzled: "Can I make the gods obey me?"
Ying Zheng had indeed been prepared for the late king's dream to reveal the secrets of heaven, but he was just waiting for the right opportunity to reveal it.
After all, what's the point of having his own people admire and be shocked? He has to make the six countries shocked by this.
The script set by Ying Zheng was that the gods had sent him a dream, but the court officials obviously had their own ideas, so Ying Zheng himself became a god.
Or he had another choice. Ying Zheng himself had achieved such a level that even the gods bowed to him.
These two stories caused a greater sensation in the six kingdoms than Ying Zheng's own stories. Ying Zheng almost had to reflect on whether he had too little imagination.
Meng Yi nodded with a straight face, "Yes, Your Majesty, this is exactly what everyone in the court has been discussing these days."
Ying Zheng looked at Meng Yi and raised his eyebrows. "What about you? Meng Yi, which one do you agree with?"
Meng Yi couldn't help but smile: "I thought it was the second one."
Meng Yi was always with the king, so he felt this even more deeply. There were many things that the king was so familiar with that it seemed as if he knew them himself, but rather heard them from others.
After rigorous analysis, Meng Yi believed that the king was helped by the gods.
After listening to Meng Yi's explanation, Ying Zheng rubbed his forehead. He wanted to make it clear that it was not him who received help from the gods, but Fusu. To be precise, it was not Fusu, but the former king of Qin.
But the former kings said that they had glimpsed the secret that Ying Zheng would unify the world, so they came to help, so...
It seems... Ying Zheng really did get help from God?
Ying Zheng loosened his hand. If he told the truth, it would sound even more magical than the court officials' boasting.
Flattering himself? Ying Zheng's current shamelessness prevented him from doing such a thing.
"The second one... is also good." Ying Zheng finally said, "That's it."
Meng Yi instantly understood the king's intention, which was to spread the news that the king had received help from heaven.
Meng Yi immediately accepted the order: "Yes!"
"And..." Ying Zheng continued, this time with a more serious tone, "It's not just me who has been granted supernatural powers by the gods, but also the eldest son."
Meng Yi cried out in a lost voice: "Your Majesty!"
If it is magical, it must be naturally unique. This is what is called magical.
Your Majesty, I am the only one who is supreme. The State of Qin is extremely powerful. The King of Qin deserves this honor.
But the eldest prince is just a five-year-old child. He is just a prince of Qin. How can he deserve such magical powers?
In other words, it is precisely because the eldest prince is merely a prince of Qin, the son of the king, that he cannot bear such a miraculous power.
Meng Yi saw how close the Wang father and son were, and was afraid that this would create a rift in the future, so he blurted out the answer without thinking carefully.
Only after he had said this did he come to his senses. This surprise was inappropriate and seemed like he was doubting the emperor, so he immediately knelt down and apologized.
Ying Zheng did not let him stand up. Meng Yi lowered his head and could not see the expression of his superior.
"Fusu is my son." Ying Zheng's tone was calm.
Meng Yi lowered his head even lower.
Ying Zheng said: "Fusu is not only my son, he is also my eldest son."
Meng Yi kowtowed and said, "I hope Your Majesty will forgive me. I understand."
After a moment, Ying Zheng said, "Get up."
Meng Yi thanked the king and then stood up.
"I never doubt the loyalty of the Meng family, and I certainly don't doubt yours." Ying Zheng walked down and patted Meng Yi on the shoulder. "I understand what you mean, Meng Yi. It's a good thing you have this in mind."
Meng Yi hurriedly said respectfully, "I am ashamed! Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Ying Zheng smiled and said, "With you and Fusu by my side, I feel at ease."
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