Because it is winter, it is not suitable for outdoor activities.

Ying Zheng and Cheng Chan brothers found an empty hall and compared wrestling.

Although Ying Zheng is two years older than Cheng Chan, his strength is not as great as Cheng Chan, and his wrestling skills are not as good as Cheng Chan, so he gradually loses the upper hand.

After dozens of face-to-face photos, Ying Zheng admitted defeat, and the two sat on the ground to rest panting.

"Cheng Huan, your strength is getting bigger and bigger." Ying Zheng said.

"Convinced, it's all taught by the master." Cheng Chan said.

"Master?" Ying Zheng asked, "That Fan Yuzhi?" ”

"Yes, since I was a child, I have been learning martial arts from my master, and all the skills of my brother have been taught by him." Cheng Huan said with some pride.

"That person, the widow doesn't like it very much." Ying Zheng shook his head slightly and said.

"People who practice martial arts, some personalities are inevitable." Cheng Huan knew that Fan Yuzhi had a somewhat eccentric temperament, and she was not very willing to interact too much with other princes and ministers, and spent most of her time with Cheng Yu on weekdays.

"That's not what the widow is referring to." Ying Zheng said, "He has something that people can't see. ”

"What is something you can't see?" Cheng Chan asked suspiciously.

"Forget it, it may be that the widow thinks too much." Ying Zheng looked at Cheng Huan and said, "Cheng Huan, you are the only brother of the widow, tell the widow, what is your ideal?" ”

"Brother Wang, my younger brother has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has also read a lot of military books." Cheng Huan said, "So my brother wants to be a general, gallop across the field, and expand the territory for Daqin." ”

"Good ambition." Ying Zheng is very happy, his own brother is the closest person around him except for his mother, imagining the heroism of the golden iron horse on the battlefield, a feeling of being a brother in battle arises spontaneously, which is really exciting to the point of blood.

"The younger brother should be like the old general Meng, attacking the city and pulling out the village, invincible, and making the enemy army fearful." Cheng Huan waved her arms and let go of her arrogant words.

"Old General Meng Fu is the pillar of Great Qin, you admire him very much, right?" Ying Zheng asked.

Ying Zheng understands that although Bai Sheng's name is much louder than Meng Fu, it gives people more of a feeling of fear, so afraid that his own people are afraid of him. Moreover, for young people, Bai Qi is a predecessor after all, and the stories are all heard, and enthusiastic young people are more likely to admire those contemporary heroes, and even aspire to become such a character.

"Of course, the younger brother has always regarded the old general Meng as a flaunt." Cheng Huan's expression suddenly changed, and she said, "It's a pity that ......."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Chan sighed

"What a pity?" Ying Zheng instinctively felt that something was wrong and asked.

"General Meng is sick." Cheng Huan muttered.

"Old General Meng is sick?" Ying Zheng was a little surprised, "Is this true?" Is the disease serious? ”

"Yesterday, my brother met Meng Yi and listened to what he said." Cheng Huan said, "It is said that General Meng's old illness has relapsed, and he has been bedridden for a few days. ”

Ying Zheng frowned and said, "I saw Meng Tian a few days ago, but I didn't hear him mention it. ”

Cheng Chan sighed: "After all, he is over seventy years old, his body is getting weaker and weaker, and it is normal for some old diseases to come to the door, but it is a pity that General Meng may not be able to go into battle to kill the enemy in the future." The minister's brother's desire to go into battle with General Meng Lao is afraid that it will be difficult to realize. ”

"Let's go, let's go to Mengfu now, we have something to say on the way." Ying Zheng got up quickly and said that he would leave.

"Brother Wang, wait." Cheng Huan also got up.

The two Yingzheng brothers changed their clothes, ordered some gifts to be prepared for visiting the sick, and brought the best Song imperial doctor in the palace, and hurried to the Mongolian mansion by car.

When I arrived at the Mongolian Mansion, I ordered someone to pass it on, and I went directly into the mansion.

The Mongolian Mansion is not very large, there is no other scene full of guests and friends in the Mansion, most of them are the soldiers of the Mongolian Mansion, and all aspects seem to be orderly.

Before entering the inner house, I saw more than a dozen people walking towards him.

"The minister Mengwu is late to take over, and I hope that the king will forgive his sins."

The leader was Meng Wu, the son of Meng Wu, followed by Meng Wu's two sons, Meng Tian and Meng Yi, and then all the family members.

And they all bowed down together.

"Hurry up, please." Ying Zheng stepped forward to help Meng Wu, "The widow just heard that General Meng was sick, and he came to visit." General Meng is okay, is he seriously ill? Ying Zheng said.

"King Xie is worried." Meng Wu arched his hand again and said, "My father has relapsed from an old illness and needs to recuperate in bed, so he can't come to meet the king. ”

"Where, the widow brought the imperial doctor here, quickly bring the widow in to see General Meng." Ying Zheng doesn't like to be polite to others, so he goes straight inside.

"Meng Tian, quickly lead the way to the king." Meng Wu said.

"Your Majesty, please." In front of Meng Tian's fast aisle, he made a gesture of asking for help and led the way in front.

The room is spacious and bright, and there is a fire stove, which is very warm and comfortable.

Meng Fu on the bed saw Yingzheng enter the room, hurriedly lifted the quilt, and was about to get up.

"Old minister...... Ahem...... See Kings. Meng Fu coughed twice, and his speech seemed weak, but he still had to get up and salute.

"Lie down, don't give a salute." Ying Zheng hurriedly stepped forward to support Meng Fu.

"General Meng, are you okay?" Cheng Huan also stepped forward and asked anxiously.

The king is here, how can Meng Fu continue to lie down.

Meng Wu stepped forward to support Meng Fu and sat up.

I saw that Meng Fu's face was haggard and very weak. After all, at the age of more than 70 years, how can he not be infected with some chronic diseases when he is on the battlefield all the year round, eating and sleeping in the open air.

"The old minister is suffering from a minor illness, how dare he bother the king to come to visit in person, cough." Meng Fu showed a nonchalant look.

"General Meng, don't speak first, the widow brought Imperial Doctor Song." Ying Zheng said, "Let the imperial doctor treat you first, and we'll talk about it later." ”

Meng Fu nodded: "That's too tiresome." ”

The imperial doctor brought by Yingzheng is surnamed Song, with extraordinary medical skills and medical books. Seeing Ying Zheng looking back at him, Imperial Doctor Song stepped forward quickly.

Ying Zheng moved out of the way and said to Meng Wu: "Let's all go out first, and wait for Imperial Doctor Song to make a diagnosis and treatment, and then come in." ”

"Do as the king commands." Meng Wu said.

A few maids were left to serve, and the people went to another room.

Some people have not seen Ying Zheng, and they seem a little nervous, and they secretly look at Ying Zheng from time to time.

"How many days has General Meng been sick? Is it getting better? Ying Zheng looked at Meng Wu and asked.

"I've been sick for about four or five days." Meng Wu said, "Originally, it was just an occasional cold, but who knew that it caused an old disease, after all, my father is old, and his body is not as good as before." ”

"It's going to be fine, General Meng, don't worry." Ying Zheng said, "The Ji people have their own natural appearance, and the widow is still waiting for General Meng to continue to make contributions." ”

"With the king's auspicious words, my father will recover soon." Meng Wu looked a little embarrassed, "It's just that after my father recovers from his illness, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand the fight on the battlefield." ”

"Yes, General Meng Lao has fought a lifetime for Daqin, and he should also enjoy the blessings." Ying Zheng said.

Meng Wu accompanied Yingzheng to talk about Meng Fu again.

After a short time, Imperial Doctor Song diagnosed the condition, prescribed medicine, and returned to everyone.

"How is General Meng's condition?" Ying Zheng asked.

"The old general's old disease lies in the lungs, which is caused by the wind and cold. The old general is old and healthy, and his middle qi is insufficient, so he may not be able to get better for a while. Imperial Physician Song said, "The minister has prescribed medicine, and he takes the medicine on time every day, if there is anything abnormal, he can let the Meng Mansion order it at any time." ”

"In terms of medicinal materials, don't use the house." Ying Zheng turned around and said, "Zhao Gao, according to the prescription of the imperial doctor, select the best medicinal materials from the palace and send them to the Mongolian Mansion. Take Imperial Doctor Song and do it immediately. ”

"Do as the king commands." Zhao Gao arched his hand and said, and then took Imperial Doctor Song back to the palace quickly.

"Brother will go too." Cheng Huan also followed Zhao Gao.

"Let's go in and have a look." Ying Zheng said.

Everyone followed Ying Zheng to the house, only to see that Meng Fu's face had softened a lot, and he may have calmed down from the gratitude of Ying Zheng for coming to the mansion to visit.

"General Meng, how do you feel?"

"The old minister is fine, King Lao personally visited, and the old minister was ashamed." Meng Fu said.

"If the old general can't deserve it, who in this world deserves it." Ying Zheng's tone was firm, "General Meng Lao served the four generations of kings of the Wu Ying clan, attacked the city and made great achievements, and he was also the center of Great Qin, and the widow will definitely do his best to make General Meng get better as soon as possible." ”

"The king's kindness cannot be repaid by the old ministers." Meng Wei looked at his son Meng Wu and said in a low voice, "You all stand down, and I will have a few words with the king." ”

"Yes, father." Meng Wu and the others retreated.

"General Meng, what do you have to say?" Ying Zheng also intended to talk to Meng Fu alone, but asked deliberately.

"The old minister's illness, the old minister knows it in his heart, I'm afraid that time is running out." Meng Fu said with some seriousness, "The old minister has been fighting horses all his life, and life and death have long been put aside. The only thing that can't be relieved is the society of this Great Qin. ”

"General Meng is worried, but because of his young age, he was alone and lonely, and he was victimized by traitors with different intentions?" Ying Zheng asked.

Meng Fu didn't speak, but nodded.

"The old general can rest assured, the widow will not be so careless, and Daqin will always be surnamed Ying." Ying Zheng paused and said, "Not only is Daqin's surname Ying, but the widow wants to make the whole world also surnamed Ying." ”

"The king has such courage and mind, even if the old minister leaves, he will feel at ease." Meng Fu smiled in his mouth, "It's just that the old minister is afraid that he won't be able to wait for that day." ”

"The old general will get better, the widow is still waiting for the old general to lead the army to fight." Ying Zheng said.

"Your Majesty, the old minister wants to say something from the bottom of my heart." Meng Fu said.

"General Meng, please speak."

"What really reassures the old minister is what happened after his death." Meng Fu's eyes were worried, and he said, "After the old minister leaves, the court will inevitably be in turmoil. Inside, the greedy people covet military power. In addition, the six countries took advantage of this opportunity to raise troops to attack. ”

Ying Zheng nodded lightly, he thought that what Meng Fu couldn't rest assured about would be whether his children and grandchildren would be reused, and whether his family would be treated well. Unexpectedly, even if Meng Fu thought about what was happening after his death, he was planning for the Qin State. Ying Zheng's admiration for Meng Fu is a little more.

"What does the old general think the widow should do?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Take the military power." Meng Fu's answer was crisp.

The Mengjia army is the only army that is not controlled by Lü Buwei, and Meng Fu is in charge of the handsome seal, that is, the Mengjia army tiger talisman.