Qin Fu heard it, the woman who gave birth to him was about 20 years old, he was a young man, he had lived for more than 20 years in his previous life, in order to survive, did he have to cry and shout to suck a strange woman's breasts#room, a woman younger than him, too inhumane, how could this make Qin Fuqing embarrassed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Well, even if this woman is his mother in this life, even if he is a baby now, he still finds it too embarrassing, after all, he is not a real ignorant baby, he thinks that he is now a wolf in sheep's clothing, or a pervert.

"What about the widow's son!" Just when Qin Fu was struggling for his life and face, Ying Zheng appeared, which just gave Qin Fu a good opportunity to divert his attention, Qin Fu wanted to listen to their conversation, so as to determine his exact identity and prepare for the life route of the second ancestor in the future.

Qin Fu felt that two fingers were touching his cheeks, it was cool and comfortable, Qin Fu had to sigh, it turned out that if a baby was born to know, how eager to contact the outside world. A person lies there quietly, can't move, only the throat can make a "wow" cry, and if you cry, you will become a pervert, if you don't cry, you will starve to death, a little contact with foreign objects, it is really more comfortable than being a horse and killing chickens.

"You put this stone away, and give it to him when he grows up." Ying Zheng handed the stone in his hand to the Qi family.

"The middle father said that he was 'born with the winter thunder and holding the stone' to become a saint and sage in the future, hahaha. There is a word on this stone, which is the word 'Qin'. ”

Qin Fu meditated in his heart, "There is the word 'Qin' on the stone, could it be that the stone tablet belongs to the Qin Dynasty, it should be, the Qin Dynasty seems to use seal scripts." When I reached out and touched the stone stele, I happened to touch the Qin character on the top, so God let me come to the Qin Dynasty, it's too unreliable, if I touch the word Tian, wouldn't God give me the position. Or did God just let me touch the word Qin? ”

"It's okay to be a sage or not, as long as our son is not a monster and not a bad thing." Mi Shi rested for a long time, and his face was much better.

"Of course it's not a bad thing, my father recruited thousands of diners to compile books, I haven't heard of anything weird, he said it's not a bad thing, then it's definitely not a bad thing. If he says that he is a sage, then he must be a sage. He said these words proudly, as if to show off what treasure he had gotten, lest no one else know. He did it on purpose, he wanted Lü Buwei's people to hear it, so that Lü Buwei knew that this King of Qin in the palace was listening to him Lü Buwei.

"Besides, in the future, Fusu will become a sage, you will not be the Holy Mother, and the widow will be the Holy Father, hahaha!"

"Holy Father, Holy Mother, I am still Jesus Christ." Qin Fu, isn't it Fusu now, Fusu thought silently in his infancy, "It turned out to be Fusu, it should be Qin Shi Huang's eldest son, there are advantages, there are advantages, there are advantages, serve Qin Shi Huang first, the throne will definitely not have to run, in the future, when the fake holy decree arrives, I just don't commit suicide." Although the history of the old time and space high school has been almost forgotten, as a native of Shaanxi, he still knows the simple life deeds of Fusu.

This is the opportunity God gave him, Fu Su thought, in the old time and space, he had been in a mess for more than 20 years, just a member of the ordinary people, and now God rewarded me for being a good person, and I was destined to be the prince of Qin just after birth, how could I insult the identity of this noble person? Come on, come on, let me take a look at the situation of the Warring States, see the unification war, and destroy the Chu and Han wars.

If he doesn't commit suicide in the future, it means that he has to live to the point where he can choose whether to commit suicide, so Fusu silently recited in his heart, "Eat sex, sex also." While shouting that I want to eat, the loud cry attracted the attention of Ying Zheng and Mi, but I didn't know if he was thinking about food or sex.

"The child is hungry, I will feed him." Mi Shi hurriedly picked up Fusu and prepared to nurse the child.

"This kind of thing, just let the nurse do it, you have a good rest, do you want to take Fusu to other places, he will be noisy with you." Ying Zheng instructed the nurse to come over and hug Su, and said softly to the Mi family.

"What do you say, how can a mother think her child is noisy." Mi nudged Ying Zheng and objected to Ying Zheng's arrangement.

If Fusu could speak, he would definitely object, "How can this be, I have already compromised and am ready to let her milk me, how can there be a stranger woman here, although I am a stranger to give birth to me, but I have been familiar with it for a long time, and I am still my own mother, why let me eat more stranger's milk, I don't know that breastfeeding children grow taller?" I forgot how reluctant I was to eat Mi's milk just now.

"Okay, okay, you're right. Tomorrow, the widow will announce to the world that I have a son, and the happy event of the widow is the happy event of the entire Great Qin, and the whole world will celebrate it. Ying Zheng said to the Mi clan with a smile, while listening to Fusu's crying gradually stop, "I'll accompany you for a while." ”

Mi Shi glanced at the dark night outside, and then at Yingzheng, and said, "The king is going to be busy, it's not early, remember to rest early." ”

"You also rest early." Ying Zheng didn't force it, tapped Zheng Ji's forehead, and walked out.

In Ying Zheng's study, "What did the prime minister do when he went back?" Ying Zheng asked softly.

"I went to see the diners compiling books, and I didn't go anywhere else." A lean man stood behind him and replied, in a low voice that he couldn't hear at all if he didn't listen carefully. The black clothes on his body seemed to blend in with the night outside the window, and even he didn't seem to exist.

"Go back!" Ying Zheng didn't say much else, and continued to look at the bamboo slips on the case.

"Yes."

Prime Minister's Mansion, Study. Under the candlelight, Lu Buwei was reading the newly compiled book of today's diners, reading carefully word by word. There was also a person standing behind him, also silent like a ghost, just silent.

"Have the people from the Black Ice Terrace come to investigate again?"

"Yes. Do you want your subordinates to do something? ”

"The king has grown up," Lu Buwei didn't answer his words, and sighed softly, "The person I asked you to find, have you found it?" ”

"There's already a letter, it should be there in a few days, where is it?"

"Let's be a housekeeper in the house first. Go down. Lu Buwei waved his hand and continued to look down at the bamboo slip in his hand.

"No."

In the middle hall of the former general Meng Fu's mansion, Meng Fu was shouting, "Go and prepare the gifts, tomorrow the court meeting, Lao Tzu will give gifts to the king." As for wine, can't you drink wine for such a big event? "The army of the Qin State has always had the habit of drinking before the war, which can not only make the soldiers forget the pain, but also improve the fighting spirit of the soldiers, as a general, how can you not like to drink. Although he is in his 70s, his habit of drinking has not changed.

Meng Wu next to him was over 40 years old, but he was trembling in front of his father, as if he had to guard against the wooden sticks that might fall at any time. But he still stubbornly said: "The gift has been prepared, the wine is not needed, my father will go to court tomorrow, so he will rest early today, right?" ”

Seeing his son's timid appearance beside him, the old man was even more excited, and said indignantly: "It's really useless, how can I have a son like you, who is not as good as Lao Tzu's grandson." As if he was a little distracted by the thought of his grandson, Meng Fu didn't shout anymore to drink, and sat there stunned.

Taking advantage of this effort, Meng Wu whispered to the maids on both sides to wait for the old man to rest early, then glanced at his father and quietly retreated.