Chapter 47 Recalling Xianyang [Jinjiang authentic version only released · Using joyful scenes to contrast sadness...
The black horse's retreat was so neat and decisive. It turned and swung its tail as it widened its eyes and earnestly argued that "it is impossible for it to give birth to a bipedal cub". This silenced the Emperor and all the civil and military officials.
Li Si, who was always able to seize the opportunity and was the best supporting actor in the royal family, could not help but twitch his eyelids. In this weird atmosphere, he had no idea how to respond and break the thick silence in an instant.
After all, the Emperor's eldest grandson's intelligence and talent were certified by Xuanniao himself. How could a little baby who was loved by heaven not be able to tell the difference between his "real father" and a "dark horse"?
The generals, who were straightforward, simple-minded, and disliked reading comprehension, couldn't help but look at the plump, strong black horse, then at the innocent little grandson in His Majesty's arms. They couldn't help but shake their heads and exclaim, "What a sin! The eldest prince has spent too little time with the eldest grandson. The little prince has almost forgotten what his father looked like. He only remembers what the horse he rode looked like!"
The civil officials, with their fickle temperaments, complex thinking, and penchant for reading comprehension, looked at the sparkling-eyed young grandson and the mules frolicking around the nimble legs of the black horse, and instantly understood: "What does it mean to retreat in order to advance? What does it mean to contrast sadness with joy? It's exactly what's happening right now, 'pointing to the horse as father'!" The young grandson knew his father had angered his elder father, who had driven him out of the capital. Seeing the harmonious family reunion of the horse and the mules, he couldn't help but feel sad. He recalled the joy of the young grandson at his father's lap when the eldest son was still in Xianyang. So, using the exaggerated gesture of 'pointing to the horse as father', accompanied by the painstakingly uttered Daqin tune, he subtly told his elder father—he—missed his father!
Filial piety! What a loving father and filial son!
Qin Shi Huang also had complicated feelings in his heart. He had not received his father's love since he was a child. Even after returning to Qin at the age of nine, his relationship with his father was not close. After only a few years of living together, his father died young. Could it be that his act of driving his eldest son to the frontier also indirectly affected the father-son relationship between his eldest son and his eldest grandson?
The Emperor thought of this and could not help but purse his lips. Wang Ben, who was standing to the side, was the father-in-law of the eldest son and the great-grandfather of the eldest grandson. Amidst the silence, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and bow to the First Emperor and advise him:
"Your Majesty, the eldest son has been away from the capital for almost two months. I believe he has almost finished his inspection of the Great Wall in Yan, Zhao, and Qin. If I remember correctly, the eldest son will be twenty by the middle of next month and will have his coming-of-age ceremony. Why not send someone to the frontier to tell him to return to Xianyang as soon as possible to prepare for his coming-of-age ceremony?"
【"drop"……】
[According to this system's detection, the host's brazen move of "pointing to Ma as father" in public successfully silenced the entire court, and even caused the First Emperor to feel a slight sense of guilt, believing that his decree had affected the relationship between the host and your father. It also successfully made the host's great-grandfather realize that his son-in-law was actually quite important. Therefore, in front of all the ministers, he personally advised the First Emperor, convincing him to recall the eldest son, who had been exiled to the frontier, back to Xianyang!]
The progress bar for the "Fatherly Kindness and Filial Piety" quest has advanced by 15%. Please keep up the good work!
Hearing the mechanical electronic sound in his mind, Ying·Little Fatty couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although the operation was "squishy", it was useful! But he didn't want to make his grandfather feel unnecessary guilt, so he happily stretched out his little hand and pointed at the big black horse that was wagging its tail wildly at them. He looked up at his grandfather with his little head tilted up, and said "Aba Aba" with sparkling eyes:
"Aiyaah..." (Grandfather! Look! Grandfather's horse!)
The First Emperor felt relieved upon hearing this, and he smiled and explained to his ministers:
"My Lords, it turns out that Ying mistook this black horse for the one Fusu usually rides, which is why what happened just now happened."
"Since Marquis Tongwu has already mentioned Fusu's coronation, I will send someone to the frontier today to convey my decree, and have Fusu return to Xianyang as soon as possible to prepare for the coronation ceremony."
"Your Majesty is wise!"
Upon hearing what the First Emperor said, all the officials hurriedly leaned forward to praise him. After all, they had just heard the Emperor's eldest grandson use the elegant language of the Great Qin to "point to the horse as father". They couldn't understand the baby talk, so the First Emperor said that His Royal Highness the eldest grandson had just simply called out "horse". Well, that was calling out "horse"...
Sima the historian silently took out a new ink-dipped brush from his bag, and faithfully recorded the whole story of "Emperor's eldest grandson Ying pointing to Ma as his father" on the blank bamboo slips, and added the "explanation" of His Majesty the First Emperor at the end.
[Um……]
Looking at the fresh historical materials I recorded this morning, I can put it in plain words:
#Shock! The emperor's one-year-old grandson made his first official appearance in front of all the ministers, and he was actually holding a pacifier?! #
#Royal Secrets - Why did His Majesty allow the Grain Control Secretary to secretly farm on the imperial farm for three months in the summer of the 26th year?! #
#Shock! After disappearing for an entire summer, the Internal Affairs Secretary Zhisu has become darker and thinner. He reappears before the court officials and discovers he's secretly grown high-yield, alien seeds on the imperial farm that yield a thousand kilograms per mu! A stunning turnaround that completely astonished everyone! #
#Shocking! The emperor's eldest grandson actually gave the auspicious animal born from a horse and a donkey a name that sounds a bit sad - mule?! #
#Shocked! Why did the emperor's eldest grandson publicly "point to Ma as his father"? The father-son relationship between the emperor's eldest son and the emperor's eldest grandson is confusing! The First Emperor said it was a misunderstanding! #
Watching the public opinion explosions one after another, Sima the historian could not help but nod with satisfaction, hugging his small bag tightly as if it were a bag of treasure. As a serious historian, he firmly believed that based on the few bamboo slips he recorded in the imperial farm today, the articles he wrote in the future would surely be passed down through the ages!
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After viewing the auspicious animals, the First Emperor held his grandson in his arms and led his ministers out of the menagerie.
The red sun above the blue sky gradually moved above our heads, and the temperature gradually rose.
When everyone arrived at the dining area on the farm, they found that the seats and tables had already been set out.
After seeing his wet nurse from a distance, the little fat boy Ying stretched out his two short arms towards her, babbling.
Upon seeing this, the First Emperor handed his grandson to the eldest prince's wet nurse who had hurried over with a small bag on her back.
When Qin Ying was carried by her wet nurse to the bathroom to take care of her physiological needs, and then changed into a new diaper and a blue spare dress, and was tidied up and sent to her grandfather, she saw Zhao Gao had already directed the guards who came with him to bring bowls and plates of food to the table.
The First Emperor sat in the main seat, and Qin Ying sat cross-legged beside his grandfather.
There were several rows of seats on both sides, with military generals on the right and civil officials on the left.
With the help of "Heavenly Recipes", the cooking skills of the palace chefs can be described as making great progress!
Today, there are 25 chefs who followed Your Majesty out of the palace. These 25 people prepared food for hundreds of people, including soup, vegetables, and rice.
Ying, the little fat boy, looked at the steamed egg custard with tomato sauce and pumpkin and fish paste in front of him, then looked at the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried pork with beans, winter melon and fish ball soup, pumpkin and millet rice, cold chicken breast with cucumber, bean sprouts with vinegar, and big steamed buns in front of his grandfather. These were obviously very common foods in later generations, but maybe because of the time in the Qin Dynasty, the little baby, who had been drinking milk for half a year and whose voice smelled of milk, felt deeply at this moment that the aroma of his grandfather's food was so appetizing.
The little guy felt the same way. When the other ministers saw the food made from the bright red and green alien plants, especially the aroma of the stir-fried dishes that rushed into their nostrils, all the officials, whether they were "old", "middle-aged" or "young", could not help but swallow their saliva.
When your mood improves, your appetite will also improve.
Overall, the First Emperor, who had visited the Imperial Manor today, was in an exceptionally happy mood. Seeing the eager eyes of the officials for the steaming hot food, he said nothing more. He reached out and touched the back of his grandson's round head, then smiled warmly at the officials:
"My lords, you have followed me from the city to the outskirts today, and walked on the imperial farm for almost two hours. You must be tired. Let's have dinner first. I will hold a court meeting after returning to the city."
Upon hearing this, the ministers bowed with joy and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the banquet!"
Only when they saw the emperor start to eat did the officials hurriedly pick up their chopsticks.
Li Si first picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes with chopsticks. Although the plate was almost entirely made up of yellow scrambled eggs and there were very few bright red tomatoes, the sour and sweet tomato soup immediately captured the taste buds of the Chief Justice.
Prime Minister Shu's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe the tomato's unique taste! It was clearly a vegetable, but it tasted even better than naan fruit!
Wang Ben also picked up his ceramic bowl and gulped down half a bowl of winter melon and fish ball soup. He silently chewed the melon flesh and fish balls, savoring the ingredients. He could taste scallions, ginger, and ground dried shrimp in the soup, seemingly adding a touch of freshness. This gave the soup a rich and fragrant aroma. The soft white winter melon flesh was carefully cut into small pieces. Once cooked, it had a light, smooth texture, with a firmness that felt like meat, yet not quite. The hand-made fish balls, however, were made of real fish flesh, their milky white color bouncy and delicate.
He is indeed a palace chef! He is indeed a good seed from outer space!
Wang Ben's appetite was whetted, so he picked up the ceramic bowl again and drank the remaining winter melon and fish ball soup in one big gulp.
In order to avoid dirtying his formal dress, Qin Ying ate the food that his wet nurse fed him with a small spoon, while silently observing the movements of the civil and military officials on his left and right as they ate.
Comparatively speaking, the civil servants, no matter how old they were, were more elegant in their movements when eating, while the military officers on the opposite side, whether middle-aged or young, ate like a whirlwind, not only fast but also rough. He guessed that this was how eating was done in the army. If they were not quick, the food would be snatched away!
Fortunately, no matter whether they were elegant or rough, everyone ate the food with great pleasure. It seemed that the officials were very receptive to these new varieties of crops.
The little fat boy Ying curved his eyes, ate up all his pumpkin and fish paste and tomato and egg custard, then held his bottle and started drinking water. Unexpectedly, while drinking, he suddenly fell on his grandfather's thigh and fell asleep with the pacifier in his mouth.
The First Emperor found this a little funny, and hurriedly picked up his grandson and asked Zhao Gao to put him in the golden carriage to sleep.
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At dusk, when Qin Ying yawned and opened her eyes again in a daze, she saw the familiar beams.
When he scrambled to his feet and scrambled out of his rosewood bed, he realized the sun was slowly setting outside the window. How could he have no recollection of when he had returned from the imperial farm?
When Wang Ling walked into the room, the first thing she saw was her son with a head of black hair. Just like the bamboo bear cubs commonly seen in Bashu and Qinling Mountains, he was looking at the sunset outside the window with his head tilted to the side, with an ignorant expression on his face, his mouth open, yawning and dazed.
When she thought about the wet nurse telling her what her son had done on the imperial farm after returning home, she felt angry and amused. It would have been fine if he had given the auspicious animal the inappropriate name of "mule", but why did he "refer to the horse as father" in front of all the civil and military officials?
No one knows a child better than his mother. Others may not understand this little fat boy, but doesn’t she know what this little fat boy is thinking?
She coughed lightly twice and saw her son sitting in the crib turned his furry little head with a dazed expression when he heard the sound. His eyes were full of tears, as if he had slept too long and was drowsy.
Seeing such a cute and adorable creature, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. She walked to the crib, bent over and took her son out. She touched the diaper and found that it was not wet. Then she put the little guy on the soft couch by the window and handed the bottle on the table next to him to the little guy.
After sleeping all afternoon, Qin Ying's mouth was indeed dry. As soon as he got his bottle, he grinned at his mother, then hurriedly grasped the two handles of the bottle and drank the warm water. Unexpectedly, he saw his mother sitting on the soft couch, looking at him and asking with a smile:
"Could Ying explain to Mother why she mischievously teased your father by calling him 'father' in front of His Majesty and all the officials at the Imperial Farm?"
"ah!"
"Mo?"
Ying, the little fat boy, blinked his big watery eyes and acted as if he didn't understand.
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