Chapter 85: Letter to the Meng Family [Jinjiang Authentic Edition, 80 Points]...
"Yes! What a nice name."
Ying, the little fat boy, raised his furry little head and walked around Han Xin in a circle, as if he was looking at a juicy cabbage growing in the ground, and smiled so hard that his big almond-shaped eyes narrowed into slits.
Hearing the praise from the little baby, Han Xin couldn't help but feel his ears getting hotter. He tried hard to replace the tall, graceful and talented "Emperor's Eldest Grandson" that he had imagined in his mind with the fair and tender little baby in front of him who had short arms and legs, was chubby, short and had a round face from eating too much.
Although... His Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson didn't look the slightest bit like what he'd imagined, Han Xin still leaned forward gratefully to this short, stocky little prince, barely taller than his thigh, and said, "Thank you for the compliment, young prince. My name is actually quite ordinary, and I don't deserve such praise."
"It's not ordinary. The word 'faith' is common, but when applied to you it is unique."
As Ying and the little fat boy spoke, they raised their two chubby hands and held Han Xin's skinny hands tightly.
Kneeling on a high place, Qin Shi Huang looked at his grandson below with a look of joy as if he had found a treasure, a treasure. His narrow and long phoenix eyes could not help but ripple.
His grandson once told him that this "Huaiyin Han Xin" was the "future military genius" mentioned by Xuanniao. His ability to lead troops and fight in the future would be on the same level as Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an, and Wang Jian, the Marquis of Wucheng. If he could be found early in Huaiyin and brought to Xianyang to be trained well, he would become a very remarkable general to protect the country for the Qin Dynasty in a dozen years.
He believed in Xuanniao's ability to judge people, and he also trusted his grandson. However, the emperor couldn't help laughing when he saw his chubby grandson breastfeeding below and calling a young boy who was half a head taller than him "kid".
Qin Ying tilted his head back and held Han Xin's hands. The more he looked at Han Xin, the more satisfied he became. He felt that apart from the fact that Han Xin was a little too dark and thin, his appearance and temperament were almost the same as he had imagined.
His eyes rolled, and under Han Xin's shocked gaze, he pulled Han Xin around, and with a "tengtengteng" sound, he walked Han Xin to the bottom of the imperial steps. He raised his head and looked at his father above him, and said happily in a childish voice:
"Grandfather, I have seen this Han Xin before."
Upon hearing this, the First Emperor raised his eyebrows in amusement and said:
"Yes, Grandfather knows. Ying saw it in her dream."
The little fat boy nodded immediately, and grinned even more happily at Han Xin's embarrassed expression:
"Han Xin, you were born in Chu, and I was born in Qin. The two places are thousands of miles apart, but the black bird allows me to dream of you again and again. It shows that we were destined to meet in our previous life, and we are reunited in this life after a long separation. We are old acquaintances!"
Hearing that the young prince was not only extremely affectionate to him during their meeting, but also uttered more and more "sticky" and "lingering" words, let alone the simple "Han Goudaner" who had never seen such a scene! Even the First Emperor, who was sitting at the top, and Meng Neishi, who was standing beside him, had their eyelids twitching violently.
Han Xin, who had come to his senses, had never expected that the eldest grandson of the emperor, whom he had just met, would think so highly of him. His heart, which had become somewhat cold after being looked down upon by many people when begging for food, was now warmed up. His pair of bright black eyes also looked at the little grandson with reverence! He was so moved that he almost shed two lines of tears.
The smile on the Emperor's face faded as he looked at the clinging atmosphere between the two children below. He couldn't help but lower his eyes and mobilized the vast amount of memories in his mind, trying to recall the situation of his ancestors lying in the royal mausoleum in the northern suburbs.
[Hmm… Whether it’s the lineage of Ying Qin or the lineage of the deceased Ying Zhao, the male descendants of the old Ying family don’t have the unique aesthetic preferences of “the brother of Lord Xinling of Wei,” right?]
His Majesty the Emperor was thinking this when he heard his grandson ask the child from Chu with concern:
"Han Xin, have you ever read a book?"
"Your Highness, my family is poor. When I was young, apart from learning to speak elegant Chinese from my parents and knowing a few words from the classics, I had no chance to read."
Han Xin scratched his head shyly and replied.
Upon hearing this reply, Ying Xiaopangdun'er looked at Han Xin with even greater admiration. This man truly was born with talent! If Han Xin, who grew up in a wild state in his previous life, could become a "military genius," wouldn't he be able to achieve even greater success if he was properly nurtured in this life?!
His grandfather is much more magnanimous than Xiang Yu and Lao Liu!
He always felt that the biggest misfortune of Bai Qi and Han Xin was that they were born at the wrong time, one was born too early and the other was born too late. If these two people could meet their grandfather in their prime, they would definitely have taken an extraordinary path!
I won’t say much about Bai Qi since he has passed away.
But my grandfather was lucky enough to have achieved "thirty-nine minus fifteen" in this life. Ten years later, Han Xin grew up. Although he was still young, my grandfather was still in his prime.
By then, Maodun had grown strong enough to run back to the grassland to kill his father for revenge. Xiang Yu was also expanding in Chu and wanted to become the King of Western Chu. Old Liu, Old Liu's family had already been stolen by him. Without a virtuous wife to help him raise children, take care of the housework, be filial to her parents-in-law, use the Lu family's money to support him, and help him stabilize the rear, Old Liu would probably not be able to make any more trouble in this life.
At that time, as long as one of Maodun and Xiang Yu wanted to rebel, he would ask his grandfather to send out Han Xin, the SSR, to defeat both of them!
[Hehe~]
Seeing his grandson staring at Han Xin with sparkling eyes and a perverted look on his face, he almost drooled.
The emperor, who had no idea of Han Xin's true future achievements and his grandson's true thoughts, had become a little worried about the worst after watching for a long time.
In fact, Xianyang and Daliang are not very far apart. Since the Wei family could give birth to the unique "Wei Yu" (King Anli of Wei), what if the green smoke in the royal tomb of their Qin family has been rising for a long time and then turned into black smoke?
It wasn't that Ying Zheng was too old-fashioned to tolerate another "Longyang Lord" emerging from Xianyang a dozen years later, but...
Well, he really couldn't tolerate it.
Concern made him confused. The Emperor, who had high hopes for his grandson, had his eyelashes trembling. He coughed lightly to interrupt his grandson's "sticky" gaze on Han Xin. He smiled gently at his grandson, who had shifted his gaze back to him, and asked:
"Ying, now that Han Xin has arrived in Xianyang, what are you going to do with him?"
Hearing what the First Emperor said, Han Xin's hot cheeks cooled down a little, and he pricked up his ears to listen to the arrangements made by His Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson.
Qin Ying blinked her bright eyes. She had actually thought about this question before. She immediately let go of Han Xin's hands, clasped his hands together, and leaned forward towards her grandfather, saying expectantly:
"Grandfather, I want Han Xin to be my personal bodyguard. He should accompany me to study with the teachers in the side hall of Zhangtai Palace during the day, and then go back to the eldest son's mansion with me to rest at night."
"Um……"
The worried Qin Shi Huang became even more confused when he heard about his grandson's arrangement.
His Majesty, who usually agreed to everything his grandson said, shook his head with a rare dignity and rejected the request:
"Ying, your suggestion is inappropriate."
When Han Xin heard the emperor's refusal, he was not disappointed or frustrated, but felt a little relieved.
It's not that Han Goudan underestimated himself, but he knew his own weight. At the age of eleven, he did not have a tall and mighty figure, nor did he have any martial arts or knowledge. His family was so poor that it was not even comparable to that of an ordinary commoner. How could he, who was like rubble, follow the emperor's eldest grandson who was as bright as the sun and the moon in the sky and be the personal bodyguard of the little prince?
The fat boy was surprised for a moment, and just as he was about to speak to his grandfather again, he saw his grandfather raise his right hand and refuse.
"Ying, Grandfather knows you admire Han Xin, but Han Xin is too young and frail. You are just a baby, and he is also a minor. There is no way he can stay by your side and protect you."
"Well, since you specifically asked Meng Neishi to find him from Huaiyin, in my opinion, why not place Han Xin in your maternal grandfather's home or the Meng family?"
"The Wang and Meng families are both military families of the Great Qin. They have a good family tradition and a simple population. Han Xin could learn a lot of true military knowledge from either family."
After hearing his grandfather's suggestion, Ying, the little fat boy, thought about it seriously, grinned and nodded. Indeed, his grandfather's arrangement was more reliable than what he had imagined.
Meng Yi, who was standing nearby, heard the conversation between the grandfather and grandson. He understood that Han Xin's status made it difficult for him to speak, so he looked at the short and stocky eldest grandson with a kind smile and leaned over to say,
"Your Highness, why don't you let me take Han Xin back home?"
"Han Xin was always hungry in his hometown. He needs to be nourished in order to grow taller and stronger. There are many people of his age in the Meng family. When Han Xin arrives at the Meng family, he will not only be well cared for, but he can also go to the clan school with the other children. This will be better for Han Xin's future development. What do you think?"
Hearing what Monesi said, Ying, the little fat boy, immediately nodded with shining eyes like a chick pecking at rice.
When Han Xin heard what Meng Neishi said, he looked up at Meng Yi with great gratitude and emotion.
For Han Xin, who came from a poor family, it was like "accidentally entering the heavenly home" to suddenly step into the prosperous and bustling imperial capital from the remote small town of Huaiyin overnight.
Standing in the extremely valuable Xianyang City, he felt like a rootless duckweed. Although His Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson had a good impression of him, he himself felt very insecure.
Furthermore, he lost his father at the age of two and a half and his mother at the age of eight, and subconsciously he was very lacking in fatherly love. During these days, Meng Neishi rode a horse and carried him, ate and slept with him. This precious experience had made Han Xin unable to control his admiration for Meng Yi in his heart.
Meng Yi looked down at the grateful eyes of the child beside him, and couldn't help but rub Han Xin's head and smiled at him gently.
If before going to Huaiyin, he only had a "mission-oriented" feeling towards "Han Xin", now he really had some pity for him like an "elder looking at a younger generation".
There is no other reason. Han Xin's life experience is indeed miserable, but the steady and restrained temperament he exudes from the inside out is indeed very consistent with the family style of the Meng family.
The Meng family is wealthy and has more than enough money to raise one more child.
Han Xin's whereabouts had been arranged in a few words.
The First Emperor glanced at the clepsydra, stood up from his seat, walked down the imperial steps, touched his grandson's little head, looked at Meng Yi and said:
"Yi, you've worked hard on this mission. Take Han Xin to have lunch and then go back home to rest. I'll give you two days to rest. You can come back to the palace to take up your duties the day after tomorrow."
"promise!"
When Meng Yi heard the emperor's thoughtful words, he quickly bowed to him.
Han Xin, who was following beside him, followed suit and bowed to the First Emperor, who was much taller than he had imagined and also ridiculously young and handsome.
Ying, the little fat boy, had his head rubbed by his grandfather as he watched Meng Yi and Han Xin leave the inner hall.
…
After noon.
Han Xin followed Meng Neishi like a little tail. After Meng Neishi had a delicious lunch in the palace, he went to the restaurant to say goodbye to the precious Emperor and the eldest grandson again.
The temperature is hot during the day and white clouds are floating in the blue sky.
Ying, the chubby little boy who believed in the health concept of "walk a hundred steps after a meal, and live to ninety-nine", accompanied his grandfather to finish lunch in the restaurant. After seeing Meng Yi and Han Xin leave the palace together, he happily stretched out his chubby hand and took his grandfather's slender fingers, walking slowly in the cool hall of Zhangtai Palace around the thick pillars made of thousand-year-old wood, helping him digest his food.
The First Emperor lowered his eyes and looked at the little fellow who was only slightly taller than his knees and was happily walking while holding his fingers with his little hand.
Every time this happened, the First Emperor would feel both sweet and hard.
Ever since my grandson was able to walk and run, he has been running around in Zhangtai Palace with his two short legs making "dududu" sounds all day long.
The height difference between the grandfather and grandson was almost as big as the sword of King Qin. After dinner, his grandson loved to hold his finger and take a walk with him. Every time he held his hand, if the grandfather and grandson walked side by side, Qin Shi Huang would have to lower his shoulders and bend his waist slightly most of the time.
However, due to the limitation of his height, the little fat boy could not notice his grandfather's "hard walking posture" when walking side by side with him in his blind spot.
Fortunately, compared to walking side by side with his grandfather, the little fat boy prefers to walk in front like a little tiger, excitedly pulling his grandfather's fingers. This one-in-one-back posture allows the little guy to feel a sense of pride that he can pull his workaholic father to put down his heavy government affairs and take time out to exercise.
The little fellow silently counted the number of circles around the pillar in his mind, and while trying hard to move his two short legs, he pulled his grandfather's finger to move forward, and used his mind to call up the system panel to check the task bar. He saw that the progress bar of the "Conquer Han Xin" task had increased from "50%" to "80%" in just one meal. Qin Ying squinted her eyes with joy, and couldn't help but want to dance and sing!
Compared to young Zhang Liang, whose favorability is always negative and keeps decreasing, the young version of the Soldier Immortal is so much easier to gain favor with! The emotional feedback from conquering him is also amazing!
Both of them are "historical celebrities" among the "Three Heroes of the Early Han Dynasty", but they are very different from each other in terms of their backgrounds and temperaments.
snort!
Zhang Liang is bad! Han Xin is good!
He loves the young Soldier Immortal and hates Zhang Ping's big son who is wearing a false identity!
The First Emperor, with his eyes lowered and able to stand up straight without bending over as he followed behind, looked at his grandson walking excitedly in front of him like a little tiger. Not only did he emanate a feeling of joy from his head, but his two short legs, which kept shifting, were almost limping with excitement.
He knew that his grandson was happy because he had finally seen Han Xin, whom he had been thinking about for a long time. So he looked at the whorl of hair on the little guy's head and asked casually:
"Ying, how would you rate your liking for Han Xin?"
Ying, the little fat boy, who was thinking about Han Xin's "80%" favorability, suddenly heard his grandfather's question and said without thinking, in a baby voice:
"Eighty points!"
"Oh, it's actually 80 points. That's quite high."
Ying, the little fat boy, grinned and nodded his head wildly.
The little guy who had no eyes at the back of his head could not see the complicated expression on his grandfather's face at the moment.
[well……]
Although the First Emperor's tone was smiling, there was some worry in his eyes.
Seeing his grandson pulling his finger and circling the big pillar in front of him several times, which was chased by Jing Ke with a dagger many years ago, the emperor, who was fearless, felt a little sad for a rare time.
He clearly remembered that when his stubborn eldest son had made him furious, his grandson had said to him in order to appease him:
He loved his grandfather 120%! He loved his mother and his grandmother 100% each! His father was stubborn and slow-witted, always irritating him, his grandfather. As a son, he only loved his father 60%.
Well... the grandson who was less than two years old not only often dreamed of Han Xin, but in order to find Han Xin, he also asked his historian Meng Nei to run more than 4,000 miles back and forth in the scorching summer to bring Han Xin to Xianyang.
When I saw Han Xin for the first time today, I liked this kid from Huaiyin twenty points more than his biological father.
Hiss—how is this not considered “love”?
…
On the other side, Han Xin walked out of the palace gate with Meng Neishi under the bright sun in the blue sky, and rode together, passing through the prosperous royal city, crossing the shimmering Weishui Bridge, and came to a wide street next to the water, and finally stopped in front of a large black-tiled house.
"Second Young Master!"
"Second Young Master!"
The palace guards, upon seeing the second young master, who had been away from the capital for almost two months, return home with a dark and thin stranger child, hurriedly rushed forward with joy and bowed to greet him. Some of them even turned around quickly to report the news to the palace.
Meng Yi took the child's hand and led Han Xin towards the mansion, lowering his head slightly and smiling at Han Xin:
"Xin, our family is quite simple and everyone is easy to get along with. You don't need to be too nervous."
Han Xin blushed slightly and nodded.
The two men crossed the front yard and just arrived at the middle yard when Han Xin saw a young man about eighteen or nineteen years old walking quickly with three boys and girls who looked somewhat similar to him.
Driven by the royal family, more and more nobles in the small southwestern town began to eat three meals a day.
Meng Yuan, the eldest son of Meng Tian, was having lunch with his grandfather Meng Wu and his aunt Yang Huan in the backyard restaurant. When he heard the palace guards report that his uncle who had been on a long business trip to Chu had returned home, he immediately ran from the backyard to the front yard with joy, leading his younger brother Meng Qi, his cousin Meng An, and his cousin Meng Xin.
Seeing his two nephews, son and daughter running towards him quickly, a smile appeared in Meng Yi's eyes.
Yang Huan, who was walking out of the restaurant with his two nephews and two children, was surprised when he saw his husband and the dark and thin child standing beside him, who looked a little uneasy, from afar.
Yang Huan, like her elder sister-in-law Bai Ying, comes from a family of generals. Although her grandfather is not as famous as her elder sister-in-law's grandfather, Wu'an Jun, her ancestors were also nobles of the Yang State, and her cousin Yang Duanhe is now also a famous general in the army.
Nine years ago, the Meng and Yang families married, and seventeen-year-old Yang Huan married nineteen-year-old Meng Yi.
My uncle Meng Tian and Wang Ben, the Marquis of Tongwu, were of similar age. They were brothers-in-law and both married granddaughters of Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an.
However, unlike Wang Jian, who emerged from the army and went to Mei County to ask for Bai Li's hand in marriage for his son, Meng Ao was also a general valued by King Zhaoxiang during his lifetime. He had partnered with Wu'an Jun on the battlefield several times. When the Meng and Bai families arranged marriages for their grandson and granddaughter, Wu'an Jun had not yet fallen.
later……
Wu'an Jun died unjustly, and time passed.
Sister-in-law Bai Ying is in the border town with her eldest uncle, and her two nephews are with their second branch in the old house to take care of the family father-in-law Meng Wu.
Yang Huan quickened his pace and walked up to his lover with a smile. Like his daughter Meng Xin, he looked curiously at the skinny, dark-skinned child standing beside Meng Yi and asked, "My lover, who is this child?"
Seeing so many strangers suddenly, Han Xin swallowed nervously, and the next moment he felt Meng Neishi's warm big hand on his head.
Meng Yi rubbed the head of the somewhat reserved child beside him with his right hand, and smiled warmly at the family members gathered in front of him:
"Huan, his name is Han Xin, he is the destined man in the emperor's eldest grandson's dream. I went to Chu this time just to find him."
Hearing what their lover/father/uncle said, Yang Huan, his two children, and two nephews all opened their eyes slightly in shock.
Everyone in the capital, from the nobles to the common people, knows how famous the emperor's eldest grandson, who is less than two years old, is in the capital and how much he is favored by His Majesty.
How charming is this skinny and dark kid from Chu who not only appears in the dream of the emperor's eldest grandson, but also makes an internal historian travel all the way to Huaiyin to bring him to him?
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