3 Chapter 3
◎Shocked.◎
Li Ying didn't understand what Fusu was up to, so when they reached a less crowded area, he asked, "Young Master, what did you give your father?"
Fusu was in a good mood and replied with a smile: "You will know when the time comes."
——Okay.
Li Ying asked again: "Why did you stay so short today? Can you answer this?"
Fusu smiled and said, "Now that I've confirmed that Han Fei is still alive, I have to go back and think about how to save his life."
To Li Ying, this was undoubtedly a positive sign of Fusu's efforts to change the tragedy of his previous life. He was immediately overjoyed and clapped his hands, saying, "Great, Master, you've finally decided to save Han Fei!"
"Young Master, how do you plan to save Han Fei?" Li Ying asked hurriedly. "I remember it was your father who liked Han Fei, and then Li Si got jealous and sowed discord between them, causing your father to imprison Han Fei. Later, he sent someone to poison him. By the time your father regretted his decision and wanted to pardon Han Fei, it was too late. Is that correct?"
At the end of the conversation, Li Ying couldn't help but complain: "What kind of palace fighting drama is this? Where did this saying come from?"
Fusu said, "Sima Qian."
"Oh." Li Ying touched his nose. He only remembered that he had seen this statement, but he really couldn't remember where it came from.
Li Ying asked, "Then, Master, is this correct?"
Fusu asked, "Do you remember what happened when you were four years old?"
Li Ying shook her head: "I don't remember."
Fusu said: "I don't remember either."
Seeing that the conversation had reached a dead end again, Li Ying hurriedly pulled it back: "Young Master, it seems that your father doesn't want to kill Han Fei. It shouldn't be that difficult to save him."
Fusu said, "Han Fei wants to persuade my father to save Han and attack Zhao in order to temporarily preserve Han, but this is impossible. Han Fei won't give up, and my father won't accept his advice. It's like an egg hitting a stone. Saving Han Fei won't be that easy."
Li Ying complained: "Save Han and attack Zhao, it's a good idea to let my friend die rather than let me die."
Fusu said: "It's human nature."
Li Yingqi said, "Young Master, you seem to like Han Fei very much."
Fusu admitted: "I have read his books and it is hard not to like him."
Li Ying thought about it and said confidently: "At least now your father loves him, and you love him too. The probability of us being able to save Han Fei is still very high."
…
After Fusu had dinner, he whispered something to Li Ying and asked Li Ying to learn the rules. He watched the palace servants light up the lamps in the hall one by one.
At one moment, Ying Zheng's attendant came over and ordered Fusu to go see Ying Zheng.
This was exactly what Fusu had expected. He stood up calmly and asked for help as he stepped over the threshold. The attendant was worthy of being the king's servant. After saying an apology, he gently supported Fusu under the armpit and carried him over the threshold.
Apart from Li Ying, no one had ever dragged him around, which made Fusu feel a little more relaxed, and it seemed easier for him to say the words that he wanted to fool his father next.
When Fusu arrived, Ying Zheng was supporting his chin with his hand and looking at the silk on the table with a frown.
"Greetings, father." Fusu stepped forward and saluted.
Ying Zheng sat up straight, waved his hand, and said, "Fusu, come to your father."
Fusu followed his instructions and approached. Standing beside the table, he glanced at the silk that had made Ying Zheng frown. He then took the initiative to ask, "Father, can you understand what this is?"
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You asked me about what you gave me."
Fusu shook his head and said, "It's not Fusu's, it's my greatfather's. I had a dream, and I dreamed of my greatfather and many other people... My greatfather said that they were the ancestors of our Qin State."
The smile on Ying Zheng's face disappeared. He digested Fusu's words for a while before slowly saying, "Fusu, I didn't understand you. Tell me again."
Fusu then repeated, "I dreamed of my great-grandfather. This is his thing. He said that the previous kings of Qin were also in my dream."
Not the exact same words, but the exact same meaning.
It is rare for a child of this age to be able to express his thoughts clearly.
Ying Zheng exhaled, the previous kings of Qin...
People have always believed that their ancestors have spirits, so they worship them every year.
But after thinking about it, I sometimes can't help but doubt.
If ancestors really have spirits, where were Xia Yu, Xia Qi, Shang Tang, Zhou Wenwang and Zhou Wuwang when Xia Jie, Shang Zhou Zhou Youwang destroyed the ancestral foundation?
But... Ying Zheng looked at Fusu. The young child's eyes, with their distinct black and white, were pure and innocent. How could such a young child lie? How could he tell such a complicated lie?
Ying Zheng looked again at the silk that the eunuch presented to him in the evening. On it were written the production methods and functions of two things. One was papermaking. It was said that the paper made was lighter than silk and could be used for writing. What was even better was that the materials used were extremely simple and cheap. The second was printing, which complemented the papermaking technology mentioned above.
Ying Zheng has not yet ordered anyone to do it, so it is not known whether these two things are true.
When he first received the silk, he pondered it for quarter of an hour, and then asked someone to ask the people around Fusu. He learned that Fusu had not seen any outsiders recently and there was nothing unusual.
After looking left and right and thinking about it, Ying Zheng felt that the things on the silk did not seem like a child's sudden whim or fantasy, so he ordered someone to call Fusu over and decided to ask his eldest son in person how he came up with these things.
However, what Ying Zheng did not expect was that he would hear such shocking words from Fusu's mouth.
"Father?" Fusu tilted his head and asked again, "Do you know what's on top of this?"
Ying Zheng gently tapped his hand on the table, pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "Fusu, if you answer one more question for me, I'll have someone make this for you. How do you do?"
Fusu thought about it and shook his head, saying, "Grandfather said this is a good thing and that father must make it. I don't want it, but father does."
Ying Zheng listened to Fusu's words and asked, "It was your father who asked you to draw these things and give them to your father, right?"
Upon hearing this, Fusu nodded hurriedly: "Yes, it was given to my father by my great grandfather, as well as to the previous kings of the Qin Dynasty."
Ying Zheng asked again: "Where did you get it from? Why must Fusu be handed over to you, my father?"
Fusu blinked and shook his head: "I don't know."
Ying Zheng frowned, and after a moment he added, "You didn't ask your father, Fusu, right?"
Fusu smiled slightly and nodded quickly, "Yes, father, when I see my great-grandfather again, I will ask him, right?"
"Yes...you want to ask." Ying Zheng lowered his eyes to glance at the silk, raised his hand and caressed Fusu's little face awkwardly, and said slowly, "You can tell your grandfather that it was your father who asked you to ask."
Fusu nodded.
Judging from the function of the things on the silk, the "great father" mentioned by Fusu did not have any malicious intentions.
Could it really be my father and the previous kings of the Qin Dynasty?
Ying Zheng asked again: "Fusu, what does your grandfather look like?"
Fusu recalled the appearance of his grandfather that he had seen through the mirror of the underworld, and described it again vaguely.
Ying Zheng recalled that the man looked very similar to the father in his memory.
He suddenly felt a rare sense of melancholy. He had not spent much time with his father and had received very little instruction from him. As the King of Qin, he had figured things out on his own over the years. But now his father wanted to teach him through his grandson?
However, Ying Zheng never let these useless emotions surround him. In the blink of an eye, he regained his usual calmness.
"Fusu." Ying Zheng carried him to sit on his lap. "Would you like to sleep here with your father tonight?"
Fortunately, Fusu had been fully alert since he came in and saw his father, so he did not become stiff and at a loss when he heard this sentence, and thus gave away the secret.
"Okay." Fusu answered obediently.
Faced with the so-called "great father" whose purpose was still unknown and the previous kings of Qin, Fusu knew that his father would definitely be suspicious. If he checked, he would not find any suspicious people around Fusu, so he could only ask through Fusu.
But because he didn't know the purpose of his visit, his father was worried when he asked him to go and ask, so his father let him sleep next to him to protect himself.
Fusu leaned quietly into his father's arms, his heart full of joy. My father just loves me!
Ying Zheng was lost in thought and did not notice his eldest son's little action.
【Author’s words】
"Records of the Grand Historian: Biographies of Laozi and Han Fei" states: The King of Qin was pleased with Han Fei, but he did not trust him. Li Si and Yao Jia tried to harm him, slandering him, saying, "Han Fei is one of the princes of Han. Now the King wishes to annex the other princes, and Han Fei will always serve Han, not Qin. This is his nature. Now that the King does not use him, if he is retained for a long time and then returned, he will only cause trouble. It is better to punish him according to the law." The King of Qin agreed and ordered officials to punish Han Fei. Li Si sent poison to Han Fei, prompting him to commit suicide. Han Fei wanted to explain himself, but was not allowed to see him. The King of Qin regretted his decision and pardoned Han Fei, but Han Fei was already dead.
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