On the third day of Zhao Zheng's birth, the entire Pingqi Junfu was decorated with lights, and countless nobles and generals came to visit.

Even Zhao Gan, who was in charge of commanding the royal city guards in Handan, also came to congratulate him with the blessings of King Zhao and generous gifts.

The reason why Zhao Gen came so quickly was because before Mifu gave birth, King Zhao was worried about his great-grandson, so Zhao Gen counted the days and set off in advance.

As for the Chu State and the princes, they still don't know that when Zhao Zheng was born, they had not sent a messenger to congratulate him.

Pingqi Province is bustling.

Li Si and Fan Zeng were brightly dressed and were responsible for entertaining guests.

"Your Majesty, the auspicious time has come, please burn incense and bathe the little son!"

The master of ceremonies walked to Zhao Jia's side with a respectful look on his face.

The king, this is the courtier's honorific title for the princes, the land of Shenqi can be regarded as a country within a country, Zhao Jia, as the king of Pingqi, with his current status, is barely qualified to be called the king.

Of course, most of the people who call Zhao Jiajun are officials in Shenqi, or his subordinates.

Like Zhao Gen and others, they either call him Pingqi Jun or call him Gongzi Jia.

"No."

Zhao Jia bowed slightly, entered the house with someone close to him, and witnessed the whole process of his son Zhao Zheng burning incense and bathing.

It took half an hour for the complicated etiquette to end.

"Your Majesty, please bear the little boy!

Zhao Jia knew what he meant, and when he stepped forward, everyone wrapped Zhao Zheng behind his back, and then walked to the door with some caution.

At this point, all the guests were calm and waiting for what would happen next.

In three days, Xiao Zhao Zheng's wrinkled forehead has also become much smoother, he has big black eyes at this time, even if he is watched by everyone, he still does not cry, but his little face is full of curiosity about the world.

"Take the bow!"

When the master of ceremonies' voice fell, Zhao Jia carried his son Zhao Zheng on his back and personally untied the wooden bow hanging on the door.

"Send arrows!"

Sima Shang held the quiver in both hands, and there were six arrows in the quiver, and then stood respectfully beside Zhao Jia.

"Shoot the yellow sky, to respect the heavens!"

Zhao Jia took out an arrow from the quiver, then looked up at the sky, bent his bow and arrows, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Six arrows, all made of wood, but not sharp.

Rao is like this, when Zhao Jia pulled the bowstring full, and then shot it into the sky, the arrow still disappeared into the sky like a meteor.

"Two shots of thick earth, to respect the earth!"

Under the command of the master of ceremonies, Zhao Jia shot six arrows successively, representing the four directions of heaven and earth, and these six arrows also represent everything that the newborn Zhao Zheng can experience in the future.

"Giggles!"

When all six arrows were fired, the little Zhao Zheng suddenly struggled behind Zhao Jia's back, waving his arms as white as jade, and let out a 'giggle' laugh from his mouth.

When all the guests saw this, they were all amazed, thinking that this son was extraordinary and would become a great weapon in the future.

The etiquette is very complicated.

Zhao Jia was not impatient at all, just because everything he did was for the first child in two lifetimes.

At this time, Zhao Jia suddenly felt that he was much more mature, and he also had a heavy sense of responsibility on his shoulders.

No matter how complicated the etiquette is, there will be an end to it.

The baptism of the baby on three days is just an appetizer, and the full moon wine is a major event, and at that time, the Zhao royal family, the Chu royal family, and even the rest of the vassal states, may send envoys to congratulate them.

After all, Zhao Jia is now famous all over the world, and there is a tendency to chase after Wei Wuji, the king of Xinling, and it is also worthy of being treated cautiously by the princes.

In the bedroom, Zhao Jia was playing with Zhao Zheng.

"Mmmmmm

Zhao Jia lifted Zhao Zheng high and circled around the room, little Zhao Zheng opened his big black and shiny eyes, and his mouth emitted a 'giggle' laugh.

Before his son was born, Zhao Jia was worried that it would be difficult to bring, after all, Zhao Jia had also seen many crying children.

It's just that Zhao Zheng's performance surprised Zhao Jia.

Although this little guy has just been born, he has already shown a very different side from ordinary babies, he rarely cries, but loves to laugh very much, and he is very bold, and he is not afraid of life at all.

When Zhao Zheng wanted to urinate, he would cry in advance, which made everyone feel very surprised.

"This little guy can't be a traverser too, right?"

While Zhao Jia lamented that his son was extraordinary, he sometimes had such absurd thoughts in his heart.

"Your Majesty, come here on weekdays!"

Just when Zhao Jia teased Xiao Zhao Zheng to be happy, he heard the voice of the guard outside the door, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"King Qin and Lü Buwei are too busy to take care of themselves, it stands to reason that there should be no major events in Pingzhou, why did Su Mo send someone to Zhongyang at this time?"

Although he had doubts in his heart, Zhao Jia still didn't dare to slack off after all, and handed over Xiao Zhao Zheng to the nurse to take care of, but he went to the living room to prepare to receive people from Ping Zhou.

"The last general will meet the king, and congratulate the little prince on his birth!"

As soon as Zhao Jia entered the door, he saw Qi Xuan, who was dressed in military uniform, stepping forward and saluting solemnly.

It's the height of summer, and even though the land of Shenqi is located in the north, it's still hot.

Qi Xuan, who was dressed in armor, was already sweating profusely at this time, the bun on his forehead was already soaked with sweat, and his body also exuded a strong smell of sweat.

Zhao Jia's face did not show the slightest disgust, but stepped forward in surprise, holding Qi Xuan's arms tightly with both hands.

"Qi Xuan, it's actually you who returned to Zhongyang in person!"

Zhao Jia looked surprised.

Zhao Jia and Qi Xuan still had some small contradictions in Handan City, and Qi Xuan was originally Zhao Qian's dogleg.

It's just that later, the Yan State attacked Zhao, and Qi Xuan, as the son of a nobleman, could have found a way to exempt himself from military service, but he still insisted on joining the army and resisting the Yan army, and he happened to serve under Zhao Jia.

The love between life and death is one of the greatest friendships in the world.

On the battlefield, the two of them put down their previous festivals, but began to respect each other, even after the war ended, Qi Xuan still did not choose to go home to inherit the title, but continued to stay under Zhao Jia, wanting to make a career with his own achievements.

Treating Qi Xuan, Zhao Jia naturally also has a good impression.

Because from Qi Xuan, Zhao Jia saw the other side of this former Handan gentleman, and saw that Zhao Guoxun's noble son also had a bloody side.

At this time, Qi Xuan lived up to Zhao Jia's expectations, no longer as fat as before, but became calm and tough, and he had a fierce spirit in the ranks.

"Qi Xuan, why did you return to Zhongyang this time?"

After hugging, Zhao Jia noticed that there was a strange young man in the house, so he restrained his emotions and asked.

Zhao Jia knew that unless something important happened, Qi Xuan would never return to Zhongyang in person.

When Qi Xuan heard this, his face became serious.

He took out a letter and handed it to Zhao Jia, and then whispered in his ear: "Captain Su Mo has a word, this person has the talent of Kuang Fu Sheji, please be sure to entrust him to the important use." ”

Zhao Jia's eyes couldn't help narrowing slightly, and then he quietly accepted the letter.