Xianyang Palace, Imperial Garden......

In spring, everything recovers, a hundred flowers bloom, and colorful flowers are printed in the clear stream, showing their beauty.

Ying Zheng lay on the craftsman's special rocking chair, basking in the warm sunset very leisurely.

A delicate fishing rod was fixed at his feet, and Zhao Zhong was guarded by the old god.

As the government affairs were sent to Li Si and Feng Qujian to deal with each other, Ying Zheng gradually became idle.

The two of them handled government affairs, and after making annotations, they forwarded it to the eunuch Ling Zhao Zhong, who read it by themselves and then sent it to the local government offices.

This not only greatly reduced his workload, but also firmly grasped the power of the empire.

Compared with the busy past, today's Yingzheng has a very leisurely life.

However, Li Si and Feng Qujian were not so leisurely, not only had to be busy with their official documents, but also had to deal with local government affairs to make annotations and submit them to His Majesty.

During this period of time, the two of them have been lighting up almost day and night, and the silver threads on their heads have been extra circled.

Fourteen-year-old Han Xin and Hu Hai sat in the water pavilion not far away, holding a book and watching intently.

"Son, meet my father."

At this moment, Fusu rushed over and bowed to Yingzheng who was lying in the rocking chair.

"Do you know why I called you?"

Ying Zheng's eyes were slightly closed, and his voice was unhurried.

"I don't know."

Fusu replied very crisply.

"Look at this piece."

Ying Zheng stretched out his big hand and picked up the music from the wooden case on the side.

Zhao Zhong hurriedly took it and then forwarded it to Fusu.

Fusu took it, opened the piece suspiciously and looked at it.

It's just that the more he opens, the more ugly his face becomes.

It wasn't until after reading it that Fusu took a deep breath and said, "Father, the son and son definitely don't covet the position of the crown prince of the East Palace. ”

When Ying Zheng heard this, his eyes suddenly opened, he turned over, walked towards Fusu, and then suddenly raised his big hand.

"Smack......

A crisp slap sounded, and Fusu was stunned.

Zhao Zhong was also stunned, and his face changed slightly.

Looking at this occasion, he secretly complained in his heart, then slowly retreated, began to apply oil to the soles of his feet, and slipped away.

"Do you know why I hit you?"

Ying Zheng stared at Fusu, who looked aggrieved, and said coldly.

"Father suspects that this piece is behind the orders of his son."

Fusu lowered his head, and the five bruised finger prints on his face were clearly visible.

"Bastard, how can I have a son like you."

When Ying Zheng heard this, his face was as black as charcoal, and he was almost angry to death.

"The sons are useless, and they displease their fathers."

"The father is angry, and the son is willing to be punished."

Fusu is only resigned, looking like a good baby.

The more Fusu is like this, the more angry Yingzheng looks.

If something really happens to him, and the Great Qin Empire is handed over to him, can he really suppress those ghosts?

"Prince, you don't fight, what do you want to do?"

"Do you want to sit directly in my place?"

Ying Zheng pointed at Fusu and felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Originally, I knew from my memory that Fusu actually listened to a false edict and killed himself, and he still didn't believe it.

How can there be such pedantic people in this world?

But now the more I look at Fusu, the more Yingzheng believes in it.

If you want to talk about advantages, your son can be described as countless.

's own character cultivation, even those rotten Confucians in Shandong, are full of praise.

The name of Fusu is heard all over the world.

But being a king can not only cultivate virtue and government, but only a king who can only be virtuous, may be able to win the love of the world, but he cannot be respected by the world.

"Father and Emperor Mingjian, the sons and ministers will never have such a rebellious heart."

"Even if the son dies, he will never dare to disobey the king and disobey his father."

Fusu puffed, knelt down directly, and said with tears in his eyes.

Ying Zhengzong is hard-hearted, and he is very pleased to hear it.

Fusu is a perfect and good son, but he wants a prince who can entrust this thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Hu Hai has been smart since he was a child, and he once wanted to train Hu Hai as the heir on the spot.

However, there have been many concerns, since ancient times, they have all been standing up for the young, and the elders are not standing for the young.

After he didn't establish himself all his life, Hu Hai was certainly not a son-in-law.

Fusu is the longest, and Hu Hai is the youngest, so it is not Hu Hai's turn.

In addition, Hu Hai has half of the Hu blood, which makes it even more difficult for Yingzheng to decide.

Later, when I got the memory of the afterlife, this idea was completely extinguished.

If he didn't kill this rebel, he couldn't bear it, after all, he was still young, and his blood was thicker than water.

Let him have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life, and never think about being in power.

can give up to Fusu, and the other princes are either even more unbearable, or they are young and ignorant.

This has always been Yingzheng's heart disease, and the hidden danger of the East Palace is unresolved, and he doesn't know it.

But what can I do?

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu under his prostrate feet, and his tone couldn't help but soften a little: "Get up!" ”

"Whoa."

Fusu stood up, his head bowed, his eyes red.

"Lift your head up and look at me."

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu as weak and aggrieved, and suddenly became angry and shouted.

Fusu's body trembled slightly, and he felt even more aggrieved in his heart, what did he do wrong?

Slowly raised his head, his eyes were a little panicked, and tears had begun to roll in his eyes.

"Does it hurt?"

Ying Zheng frowned and looked at Fusu Dao.

"It hurts a little."

Fusu trembled, and said softly.

"Click......"

Ying Zheng turned around and picked up a porcelain jar on the wooden case, fell directly to the ground, and said to Fusu: "Take off your steps and step on it." ”

"Father, don't you step on it, don't you have rotten skin?"

Fusu's face was puzzled, and he looked at the porcelain fragments on the ground.

"I'll let you step on it."

Ying Zheng reiterated again.

When Fusu heard this, his eyes hesitated for a moment, and finally he took off the steps on his feet very firmly, and then walked to the porcelain shards and gritted his teeth.

As soon as he stepped on it, Fusu felt a sharp pain in the surface of his feet, and he grinned in pain.

Blood slowly flowed down the surface of his feet, and he suddenly retracted his feet like a frightened rabbit, sat directly on the ground, and pulled out the porcelain fragments that had pierced into the surface of his feet with his hands.

After pulling it out, the pain on the surface of his foot already made him afraid, and he arched his hand to Yingzheng and said: "Father, the flesh and blood of the sons and daughters, the pain is really unbearable. ”

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, then sat directly on the rocking chair and took off his two golden silk steps.

He stood up with a blank face, walked over the porcelain shards as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.

Although his big feet were covered with splinters, blood slowly flowed out.

But his resolute and majestic face never changed in the slightest.

I walked to the edge of the stream, sat down directly on a boulder, put my feet in the stream and swayed a few times, and then shrank back.

Fusu looked at the porcelain fragments covered by his father's feet, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and a little distressed.

"Father, why do you do this?"

Fusu limped over, knelt down directly, stretched out his hand, and helped Ying Zheng take out the debris fragments on the surface of his feet.

"Su'er."

"A qualified king must not only be able to endure what ordinary people can't endure, but also make sure that the sky is falling apart and his face does not change."

"A little pain is nothing, and the king doesn't hurt, and he can't hurt."

"Even if it hurts, it can't be revealed, and the pain can only be borne by yourself."

"The gentleman is unpredictable, and he can not be angry and self-threatening!"

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, who was bandaging his wounds, and said meaningfully.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, if it weren't for teaching you this stupid child, why would my father be cheap?

I really hope that you can understand the painstaking efforts of your father!

Time is getting more and more pressing, the Great Qin Empire cannot and cannot die, at least not in the hands of its son......