37 Chapter 37
◎Biased. ◎
Li Si came to see Ying Zheng to deliver a list of death row prisoners to be executed, which required his stamp of approval.
Although Qin law was strict, it did not sentence people to death at will, and all death sentences had to be reviewed by the king before they could be carried out. After all, in an era when princes were fighting each other, population was a very important resource.
Ying Zheng did not immediately look at the proposal presented by Li Si. Instead, he took the crossbow cart drawing that Fusu had drawn and waved to Li Si, saying, "Tonggu, come and take a look at this."
Li Si walked forward and took the piece of paper handed to him by Ying Zheng with both hands, and then he was shocked again.
Although Li Si was not a general who went to the battlefield, he had seen pigs run even if he had not eaten pork. In Qin, a country where military merit was awarded and everyone was eager for war, Li Si immediately realized the value of the crossbow cart.
"Your Majesty." Li Si returned the paper to Ying Zheng. "This car..."
Before Li Si could finish his words, Ying Zheng enthusiastically shared with him, "This is exactly what the eldest son painted. He is a divine professor."
Li Si's words were immediately stuck in his throat, making him feel uncomfortable. The king was not sharing the weapon with him, he was... showing off his son.
He recalled the handwriting on the paper. It was indeed not the King's handwriting. Such childish handwriting did seem to be written by a child with weak wrists, but...
The position where Li Si was standing was very suitable for observing Fusu who was sitting obediently next to his father.
But when Li Si looked over, he could only see the child sitting there calmly with his back straight, as if what the king said had nothing to do with him. Just looking at him like this, he was indeed not an ordinary child.
Li Si hesitated for a moment. Could it be that the king was flattering his son? Could the eldest son really be as capable as the king and possess supernatural powers?
Thinking of the newly built kang at home and the eggs hatching on it, could it be that these were really not the work of the king? Could it be that the eldest son really has some supernatural powers?
If this is the case, there is naturally nothing wrong with it. Now that he is highly valued by the king, and his eldest son is by the side of the eldest son, his future will surely be good.
If not, the king's preference for the eldest son is already a foregone conclusion. He is the eldest son, and unless something unexpected happens, he will definitely...
In any case, the Li family's wealth is far away.
No matter what was going on in his mind, Li Si had already repeated Ying Zheng's words and praised the eldest son three or four times.
Ying Zheng achieved his purpose of showing off his son, nodded with satisfaction, and then let Li Si leave.
Of course, Ying Zheng would not give the task of manufacturing the crossbow cart to Li Si. He was the Chief Justice and this was not his job.
Fusu, who remained silent from beginning to end, watched Li Si's back disappear. He had no ability to read minds, so he could only wonder, "Why is Li Tingwei suddenly so happy?"
Ying Zheng was not surprised. He smiled and said, "It's not just Li Si. Anyone else would feel the same way if they saw the crossbow cart."
Fusu nodded slowly. Perhaps he was too sensitive, but since it was related to Li Si after all, it was hard for him not to think too much.
Because his father was busy, Fusu did not bother him any more and stood up to take his leave.
This time, Ying Zheng did not stop him. He just said, "Don't run around. Go back and have a good rest."
Fusu agreed and returned to the palace to stay quietly for the whole afternoon, which made Ying Zheng very satisfied. In the evening, he specifically ordered that two sweet snacks be made for the eldest son the next day.
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The next day, Fusu went to the academy first after getting up in the morning. He did not bring any attendants with him today, only Li Ying followed him.
Li Ying asked, "Young Master, how does it feel to not have to take medicine?"
Fusu smiled and said, "Very good. I hope I won't have to take medicine in my life."
Li Ying asked again: "How does it feel to breathe fresh air?"
This time, Fusu shook his head: "I don't feel suffocated either."
Li Ying said: "I didn't notice it before, so you are quite a homebody."
Fusu smiled but didn't respond. After walking a few steps, he suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, there's one more thing you might not know."
Li Ying asked curiously, "What's the matter?"
Fusu said: "The man who treated me these days is called Xia Wuqie."
"Hey?" Li Yinglai perked up. "Is that Xia Wuqie from 'Wuqie Loves Me'?"
Fusu nodded: "That's him."
Li Ying thought for a moment and said, "If that's the case, then Jing Ke's assassination of Qin Shi Huang is not far off."
Fusu chuckled twice and said, "Jing Ke's assassination of Qin will never happen."
"That's quite good..." Under Fusu's smiling gaze, Li Ying abruptly changed his tone and tried to deflect the hatred, "It's quite good. And, well, next year, Prince Dan of Yan will come to your Qin State. Don't let him go back. He was the one who started this."
Fusu rolled his eyes and said, "Prince Yan...he's mentally ill."
Li Ying said, "Young Master, please don't attack others personally."
Fusu said, "Is telling the truth considered a personal attack?"
Li Ying hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Master, you haven't reconciled with those two yet?"
Fusu was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "For us, that's not called a quarrel."
Li Ying thought to himself, your words and expressions only hurt each other, and if this isn't called a quarrel, then your Warring States era can be considered peaceful.
"Okay." Li Ying said, "As long as you feel it's okay."
Fusu smiled and said, "You haven't checked the group for a few days, go back and check it out and you'll know."
The group chat of four people has indeed not stopped refreshing messages, but Li Ying didn't want to accidentally walk into the scene of a quarrel again, so he turned on the message do not disturb function for the past few days. But from what Fusu said, it seems that there is really nothing wrong?
Li Ying's doubts were not resolved until the evening. It turned out that they were not arguing in the group, but started chatting aimlessly again, as if the quarrel was an illusion, and no one cared except Li Ying.
Li Ying really couldn't understand how these three people got along.
Let’s first say that Fusu was warmly welcomed by everyone whether in the academy or in his palace.
The little ones in the academy had not forgotten what they said yesterday. Some brought him snacks, some showed him words, and some practiced boxing with him. Fusu only had two hands and a pair of eyes, so he asked them to line up first before speaking to them one by one.
Ying Yue and Ying Gao, the older siblings, were responsible for maintaining the team. After the others had dispersed, Fusu smiled and said to them, "Do you have anything you want me to see?"
Ying Gao glanced at his elder sister, and seeing that she didn't move, he said, "Brother, I want to learn martial arts!"
After he reminded him, Fusu realized that they really didn't have a martial arts master. He asked curiously, "Where did Song learn boxing?"
Ying Gao laughed and said, "His mother taught him."
"Oh?" Because it involved his father's harem, Fusu didn't ask any further. He just said, "Master Wu Yi is easy to deal with. I'll go... You don't need me. It's the same if you go and ask Father for help."
Ying Gao said, "Father is too busy. He won't be free even if we go there. That's why I want you to see him tonight and say something for us."
Father has been very busy lately. Fusu said, "Okay, I'll make a note of that. Sister, are you busy too?"
Ying Yue smiled and said, “I didn’t have one originally, but Gao said that, so I got it.”
Fusu smiled and said, "Sister, do you want to learn martial arts from me?"
Ying Yue said, "Since we are studying literature together, we should not neglect martial arts, right?"
Fusu agreed and stayed in the academy until noon, then went to his palace with them. Their artificial incubation of eggs was still in progress, and they needed to go over and turn the eggs every day.
Fusu had already instructed the kitchen in advance that the princesses and princes should stay here for dinner today, and he also sent someone to tell their mother.
No matter what the concubines in Ying Zheng's harem thought about the closeness between their children and the eldest prince, at least none of them showed any dissatisfaction on the surface.
After finishing the work in the greenhouse, everyone had dinner and sat together to talk.
Meng Hua quickly took the seat next to Fusu. While everyone was talking in twos and threes, he asked Fusu an unexpected question: "Master, how is Mr. Han's illness now?"
Fu Su asked curiously, "Aren't you most afraid of Mr. Han? Didn't you just escape disaster when he fell ill? Why are you asking about him now?"
Meng Hua scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. "I'm afraid Mr. Han is right, but he is ill, and I hope he can get better soon. He is old and has been ill for so long, so... it's not good."
Fusu understood what he meant. Han Fei was just a middle-aged man in modern times, but in ancient times, when someone in his thirties could be a grandfather, his illness at this age was always a bad sign.
Fusu had indeed not asked about Han Fei's condition in the past few days. After Meng Hua brought this up, he felt quite embarrassed and said quickly, "I underestimated you. I'm sorry. I'll send someone to ask about Mr. Han's condition later."
Meng Hua hurriedly shook his head and said, "It's not the eldest master's fault. I just haven't been studying well. When Mr. Han gets better and comes back, I... I will definitely study hard."
Fusu patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Every inch has its own strengths and weaknesses. Who can be omnipotent? It doesn't matter if you can't learn one or two things well."
Meng Hua said, "I hope Mr. Han thinks so too."
"Hmm..." Fusu continued, "But there's another saying: a strict teacher produces excellent students. Mr. Han's strict requirements on us must be well-intentioned!"
Meng Hua said quietly, "Young Master, who are you partial to?"
Fusu laughed and said, "Of course I'm partial to you!"
Meng Hua felt that Fusu's words were exaggerated, but they sounded so comforting that he couldn't help but believe them.
However, before Meng Hua could be happy for a moment, Jiang Lu, who was on Fusu's other side, heard this and immediately asked, "Brother, are you partial to me?"
Meng Hua suddenly glared and looked at Jiang Lu. Why was he so lingering?
Fusu separated the two people and said with a smile: "It's not just you and Meng Hua, I am partial to everyone."
This quickly calmed the little fellow down, and he went on to talk to his brother.
Meng Hua, however, had already seen through her true nature: "Master, you are just trying to fool me."
Fusu laughed in a voice that Jianglu could never hear, "I'm not kidding you."
Meng Hua paused, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise: "Oh."
He didn't want to believe it, but the eldest master's tone was too sincere.
【Author’s words】
"Records of the Grand Historian: Biographies of Assassins" states: "Afterwards, the merits were assessed and rewards were given to the ministers and those present, each with their own merits. Xia Wuqie was given two hundred taels of gold, and he said, 'Wuqie loves me, so he carried Jing Ke in a medicine bag.'"
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