Chapter 79 Fusu falls [Jinjiang genuine exclusive release · Qin Ying eats full] ...
On the same day, some people are excited, some are angry, and some are frustrated.
The complex emotions make it difficult for many people to fall asleep even late at night.
In the dark night, the moon is high in the sky, and the stars are twinkling.
The back garden of the eldest prince's mansion was deeply shrouded in the bright moonlight from top to bottom.
It was early midnight, and the night was very late. The rustling sounds of insects in the back garden had stopped.
Wang Ling was wearing a loose nightgown, with her black hair half tied up and holding a small gauze lantern. As she walked slowly along the corridor, she saw her husband from afar in the moonlight, kneeling in the pavilion in a depressed mood, looking up at the bright moon in the night sky, wondering what he was thinking.
She couldn't help but sigh softly, and walked lightly along the cobblestone path to the pavilion, and shouted to Fusu's back:
"My dear."
Fusu was sitting alone in the pavilion, reflecting on his past, when he suddenly heard his wife's voice behind him. Turning around, he saw his first wife. He lowered his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Ling, why are you here?"
"It's already midnight, and my beloved hasn't gone back to bed yet. I can't sleep either, so I came out to the garden to enjoy the fresh air."
Wang Ling answered in a relaxed tone as she put down the gauze lantern in her hand, straightened her nightgown slightly, and knelt down on Fusu's seat.
Seeing the bright moonlight cascading down from above the pavilion, she smiled instantly:
"My dear, you are in such a good mood. No wonder you don't want to go back to the courtyard to sleep so late. It turns out that the view of the moon from this position is so good."
"In a few months, when it's your beloved's birthday, the three of us will sit here, set out some fruits and food, and enjoy the moon while we eat, just as if it were a celebration for your beloved's birthday."
Hearing his wife's happy laughter, Fusu, who was in a heavy mood, couldn't laugh at all.
He stared at the cold, bright moon in the night sky. After a long silence, he murmured to his wife sitting beside him with a confused expression:
"Ling, was my behavior at the court meeting during the day really wrong?"
When Wang Ling heard this, the smile on his face gradually faded. After a long silence, he lowered his eyes and sighed softly:
"My dear, from my perspective, no one was wrong about what happened at the court this morning. It's just that everyone has different perspectives and focuses on different issues, so the ideas they put forward in the end are also different."
"Your Majesty and the ministers, from the reports of the eighteen surviving soldiers who had made their way back with great difficulty, sensed the arrogance of the Baiyue and the provocation of the Qin Empire. They were furious and right to send troops to attack the Baiyue."
"As the eldest son of the Qin Empire, when Your Majesty and the ministers were enraged and unanimously determined to embark on two major national initiatives, I was able to understand that if the common people were caught up in two major national initiatives at the same time, they would be busy and dizzy, and the national treasury would face enormous financial pressure. It was not wrong for me to dare to speak out and advise the court."
"As for Ying, after finishing her morning studies, she happened to overhear the entire incident outside the main hall. She angrily ran to the court to defend Your Majesty. She was not wrong to openly argue with my beloved against you."
"Since no one is wrong, why is Father really angry with me?"
Fusu's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked aggrieved. His tone was filled with confusion and grievance:
"Ling, in the past, even if my opinions went against the emperor's orders, even if I angered him in court, and he got angry with me and sent me to the royal mausoleum for confinement, or even sent me to the frontier to reflect on my actions, he never mentioned my identity in court."
"But this morning, not only did the Emperor call me 'Eldest Prince', but after the court session, he didn't call me to the Zhangtai Palace to reprimand me alone as usual, as if he no longer wanted to acknowledge me as his son..."
At this point, Fusu could no longer control his emotions and broke down in tears.
Looking at the beauty under the moon, the more you look at her, the more beautiful she becomes. Especially when her eyes are red from crying, Wang Ling is instantly moved by the aggrieved and crying lover. She then stretches out her arms to hug Fusu, pats his back with her bare hands, and comforts him with a smile:
"My dear, you are really thinking too much. You are His Majesty's eldest son. How could His Majesty dislike you just because of such a small matter?"
"My dear, I am too straightforward and don't have the tact to be so polite. After a few days, when Your Majesty's anger has subsided, I will go and apologize to Your Majesty and everything will be fine."
Listening to his wife's gentle words of comfort, Fusu raised his arms and hugged his wife, burying his face in her neck and crying like a child.
Qin Ying, who was sleeping soundly on the rosewood bed, had no idea that her foolish father, whose heart was broken, was in the back garden, hugging her mother, crying and feeding mosquitoes.
Summer nights are short.
The sky was getting light at the beginning of the Mao hour, and soon the sun rose in the east, and the whole Xianyang city became bright.
Qin Ying opened his eyes drowsily, and as usual, he rubbed his sleepy eyes with his little hands while skillfully calling up his system panel. After completing the sign-in task, he was about to get up from the crib yawning and let the wet nurse carry him to the bathroom when he heard the mechanical electronic sound of the fool system in his mind.
【Fusu falls! Qin Ying is full!】
On this scorching summer day, congratulations to the capable host for using his intelligence and wisdom to gain the support of the Qin Dynasty's civil and military officials, and for successfully completing the temporary mission before the countdown ended - tomorrow will be even better! Reward the host with dozens of blind box draws! Please keep up the good work!
It has been a long time since I heard the announcement of the rewards for the "number of blind box draws". When Ying·Little Fatty heard this, his sleepy head instantly became clear. He immediately opened his eyes wide and moved the system light screen floating in the air to the taskbar.
The task description below the task "Tomorrow will be better" is to let him conquer the Wang family and the Meng family within twelve months, so that the two families of the Qin Dynasty's military leaders can give birth to a son "to surpass his father and make him the crown prince, so that the father can be honored by his son."
He couldn't help but reach out and touch his soft little chin. The Wang family's progress bar had been filled up as early as when he turned one year old in winter. He didn't expect that the Meng family's task bar would be completed just when the deadline was approaching.
He grinned, rolled over and sat up from the cot with full energy.
The wet nurse Xia who was waiting at the side picked him up through the wooden railings. He stayed in the wet nurse Xia's arms, rubbing his hair with his little hands and yawning with his mouth open as he thought. It seemed that what happened yesterday not only silenced his biological father, but also killed his biological father's followers.
That’s good. The struggle between two generations has always been like this.
The little fat boy put down his hands and shook his head with emotion. About a quarter of an hour later, he came out of the bathroom, dressed neatly with the help of the servants, and then ran to the restaurant excitedly with his two short legs.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered, I saw that both my father and mother looked unhappy.
My father's eyes were red and slightly swollen, as if he had been crying all night. My mother had dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept all night.
The little fat boy couldn't help blinking, and walked up to the couple with his short legs, bowed and said:
"Ying greets mother and father."
Wang Ling smiled and reached out to hug his fat son and said affectionately:
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"Um."
Qin Ying nodded and looked at his biological father. Seeing his biological father avoiding his gaze and covering his face, he couldn't help but blink his almond-shaped eyes.
Looking at his biological father's haggard expression, he seemed to see his silly father crying last night, but it was impossible for him to feel sorry for his silly father.
If it's wrong, it's wrong.
Yesterday at the court meeting, he defended his grandfather, and every word he said when he angrily criticized his biological father was sincere. As a son, his biological father had angered his grandfather several times at the court meeting, so what was wrong with him, as a son, also saying a few honest words to anger his biological father?
Wasn't what he said yesterday, standing on the imperial steps, true? In his previous life, the Qin Dynasty had indeed perished at the hands of his ruthless and foolish Eighteenth Uncle, but as the eldest son of the empire, didn't his biological father bear the slightest responsibility?
The great grandfather pushed the Meng family to the side of the stupid father, with a full 300,000 troops at his disposal. If his own father had wanted to return to Xianyang to find out the truth when he received the "great grandfather's order" sent from Xianyang, if he had listened to a little bit of Meng Tian's advice, instead of being moved by himself right away, he would have put the sword to his neck and killed himself cleanly.
He died decisively and quickly by slitting his neck at the frontier. Hu Hai immediately and happily usurped the throne in Xianyang. The poor Meng family came from Qi to Qin. Meng Ao, Meng Wu, Meng Tian, and Meng Yi, four grandfathers and grandsons, three generations of loyal people, were finally killed by their eighteenth uncle who usurped the throne.
He and his mother were killed by the idiot Hu Hai, and his ten aunts and sixteen uncles were also brutally murdered.
The executioner was Hu Hai, but his own father also had serious problems.
My own father's short life was made by "benevolence" and failed by "benevolence". Confucianism made him pedantic, straightforward and stupid.
Being "strong and courageous" is an advantage, but is this the temperament a "crown prince" should have?
He is not fit to be the Second Emperor of Qin. Even if this is his biological father, he will take his stupid father wherever he wants.
Seeing his fat son staring at him with those big clear eyes, Fusu's eyes drooped and became a little red again. Wang Ling even had a headache.
What's going on? After what happened yesterday, it's like the father and son have switched roles. Who is the son and who is the father?
Knowing that her beloved had been truly devastated this time, having lived a smooth life since childhood, and feeling upset after suffering such a great injustice, Wang Ling immediately reached out and patted her son's butt while he was standing in her arms. She coughed lightly twice and pretended to be angry and said:
"Ying, what are you looking at? Your father was mad at you yesterday. As a son, how could you go against your father in court? Hurry up and apologize to your father. Don't embarrass him in court again."
Listening to his mother's "scolding" and feeling the force of her slapping on his little butt, the little fat boy Ying couldn't help but blink his eyes, "Mom, are you really just criticizing me with this?"
Even Fusu was a little unsure whether his wife's scolding was really only directed at his son.
He was about to say something when he saw his fat son leave his mother's arms, walk up to him, cup his little hands and say in a baby voice:
"Father, Ying will behave herself and not argue with you in court anymore."
Fusu opened his mouth silently, stretched out his hand to pull his red ears, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Ying, there's no need to apologize. The suggestions you made at the court meeting yesterday were indeed very good. It's just that father isn't as smart as you."
The little chubby boy looked at his mother, and Wang Ling immediately said with a smile:
"Father and son never hold grudges overnight. They quarreled yesterday and are reconciled today."
"Let's have breakfast quickly. Don't my dear and my wife have to go to the palace?"
When the father and son heard this, they nodded and started eating.
About two quarters of an hour later, the father and son finished their breakfast, packed up, and rode in a carriage to the palace together. When they arrived at Zhangtai Palace, the old and the young parted ways again.
At the court meeting, all the officials saw the haggard look of the eldest son and tacitly pretended not to see it. The First Emperor, who was sitting at the upper seat, caught a glimpse of the distraught look of the eldest son in the family and ignored him.
The emperor and his ministers discussed matters as usual, and soon they came up with a complete process for Qin Ying's suggestion yesterday to "initiate a crowdfunding campaign among the nobles and wealthy families across the country to erect a monument to his achievements", and also finalized the details of conscripting one million civilians.
A few days later, the printers of the Shaofu skillfully printed out large notices according to the emperor's edict.
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