The next day, the carriage and horses were prepared, and Yingzheng sent Yingfu to the carriage, and Yingfu returned to his heart like an arrow and did not delay any longer.

Zhao Gao sent a few people to help, and the convoy immediately set off to leave the palace.

Ying Zheng returned to the study, and Li Si had already arrived in the study. If Yingfu hadn't come, Yingzheng would have asked Li Si about Jiuding.

"Sir, yesterday the widow went to the Prime Minister's Mansion and saw Jiuding." Ying Zheng said directly.

"What the king saw, but the real Jiuding?" Lees asked.

"It should be the real Jiuding." Ying Zheng said, "Lu Xiangbang said that in the past year or so, he has gathered a lot of skilled craftsmen, but he has not been able to imitate a tripod similar to Jiuding. And, in the process of imitation, a lot of incredible things were discovered. ”

Ying Zheng told Li Si everything he saw, heard, and thought of in Lü Buwei's mansion.

Lees just listened intently and didn't ask any questions.

When Ying Zheng asked about the origin of Jiuding and what it did, Li Si asked rhetorically: "Does the king think that Jiuding is really a thing made in heaven?" ”

Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Since the world can't imitate it, the predecessors can't make it." Since man cannot make it, it can only be understood as a heavenly thing. ”

"If it is a heavenly thing, it is made in heaven. If it is not made by heaven, it is also made by heaven and man. Li Si said, "According to the humble opinion of the grass people, no one in the world knows the secret of Jiuding, otherwise Jiuding would not have been idle for more than 2,000 years, and was only enshrined in the dynasty as a symbol of royal power." ”

Ying Zheng nodded, he was silent on the surface, but he was secretly surprised in his heart, even Li Si said so, do heavenly beings really exist?

Li Si said, "The king can make a simple hypothesis or conjecture. ”

"What assumptions?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Assuming that Jiuding was created by heaven and man, then Jiuding must have its purpose." Li Si said in a deep voice, "And how can the people of the world get Jiuding from the hands of the heavenly people? If it were for heaven, how could it have remained in the world for so long? ”

"This ......" Ying Zheng really didn't think of this.

"The only explanation is that Jiuding is really made by heaven, but it is not used by heaven, but for the use of the world, and it is deliberately given to the world by the heavens." Li Si said, "As for why it is not used, and what it is used for, the grass people can't guess, maybe the opportunity has not yet arrived." ”

Ying Zheng thought carefully about what Li Si said, and said secretly in his heart: Jiuding has existed so far, although no one knows its real use, it may not have been used, is it only a specific one or some people in the world can use Jiuding?

What Lees said is not unreasonable. When something is made, it must have its purpose, and the world has not used it, and it does not even know how to use it, but it has been worshipped for more than 2,000 years. If you want to unlock the secret of Jiuding, I am afraid that it is indeed like what Li Si said, it takes a certain chance.

If you think of chance, then let it be, and Yingzheng doesn't think about it too much.

Then Ying Zheng told Li Si about the "Lundao Hall" in Lü Buwei's foreign mansion, and told him the idea of opening a new "Lundao Hall" in the city, and ordered Li Si to be mainly responsible for the preparation.

Li Si didn't refuse, he just said that he needed to have a plan first, and then choose a suitable position, so he was ordered to prepare.

In the next few days, Ying Zheng took Zhao Gao out early, visiting most of the dignitaries of the Ying clan, and sometimes bringing Cheng Huan.

After a few days of visits, Ying Zheng identified several available talents, the most prominent of which was Ying Cheng.

Yingcheng is the same generation as Yingzheng, six years older than Yingzheng, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he is also familiar with the art of war.

On this day, Yingzheng came to Wang Qian's house, which made Wang Jian quite surprised.

Ying Zheng knew that Wang Qian's eldest son Wang Ben was also quite talented, so he asked Wang Jian to call Wang Ben out.

The conversation between the three of them was quite harmonious, but when Wang Jian mentioned the affairs of the DPRK and China, he mostly avoided the important and trivialized, and stopped at the point, and most of the talks were about some views or tactics of other countries.

Although Wang Ben does not have many opportunities to speak, he often supplements Wang Jian at the right time, and the father and son have a tacit understanding.

Ying Zheng secretly sighed in his heart that this father and son are really pillars of talent, but they have not received enough attention, and if they have the opportunity in the future, they need to let this father and son show their skills more.

Later, the three of them talked about the Meng family, and Wang Jian also sighed that the years are not forgiving, even if a person is a hero, he can't change the fate of aging and dying, and he seems to be lamenting that his age is not small.

These heroes are all heard in their ears and remembered in their hearts.

At this time, Zhao Gao walked in, nodded to Wang Jian and his son, and then whispered a few words in Ying Zheng's ear.

After Ying Zheng heard this, he got up and said goodbye to Wang Jian and returned to the palace.

Wang Jian didn't understand the reason, thinking that something was wrong in the palace, so he asked Ying Zheng what was the matter, and Ying Zheng did not hide it, telling the reason.

It turned out that Yingfu took Mrs. Xia back, and in order to avoid trouble, he did not enter the palace, but waited in an inn in the city, and only sent someone to the palace to tell Yingzheng.

Ying Zheng was a little anxious to see his grandmother, whom he had never met, so he hurried to the inn to greet him.

Seeing that Wang Jian asked, Ying Zheng briefly told Wang Jian about Mrs. Xia.

Wang Jian just nodded and didn't say anything. This is a matter in the palace, and it is also a family affair of Yingzheng, and his identity is inconvenient to participate.

Out of Wang Qian's mansion, Ying Zheng hurried to the inn where Mrs. Xia stayed.

When he came to the door of the inn, Yingfu was already waiting at the door.

Ying Fu stepped forward to salute Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng waved his hand, signaled not to attract attention, and then followed Ying Zheng into the door.

The inn was arranged by Zhao Gao in advance, and there were no idle people. Because among the people who came back from the palace, in addition to Mrs. Xia, there were several people in the original palace, Yingzheng just wanted to take back his grandmother, and the others would be resettled, so this inn became a temporary residence.

Ying Zheng tidied up his clothes and followed Ying Fu to the second floor of the inn.

"The king is here for a while, and the old slave goes in and makes a sound." Yingfu said.

Ying Zheng nodded, his heart beating faster, and he was a little nervous. After all, it was none other than his own grandmother in the house.

After a few breaths, Yingfu came out and invited Yingzheng to enter the door.

There was an old man sitting in the room dignifiedly, his hair was half white, his face was peaceful, his demeanor was dignified, and his face was somewhat similar to Yingzheng.

Mrs. Xia stood up, and when she saw the handsome young man in front of her, her eyes instantly moistened, and her voice trembled slightly: "You, are you Zheng'er?" ”

Yingzheng walked up to Mrs. Xia, knelt down on one knee and said, "Son Yingzheng, meet grandmother." ”

The eyes of the ancestors and grandchildren met in one place, and the emotions of the blood relatives exploded instantly, as if they contained a thousand words.

Ying Zheng is already twenty years old, and this is the first time his grandparents have met.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Mrs. Xia said kindly, "My Zheng'er is already so old, and my grandmother is looking forward to seeing you day and night." ”

Before he finished speaking, two lines of hot tears flowed down the corners of Mrs. Xia's eyes.

Mrs. Xia did not participate in the battle in the palace when she was young, and her son let others ask for him to be an adopted son, but she was driven to live in the palace, and she was also angry at first, but when she thought that her son was the king, she was also happy.

But who would have thought that Ying Yiren died early, and the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, which made her grief-stricken. And his own bloodline has never met, which is indeed very cruel for a woman who has no quarrel with the world.

Ying Zheng hurriedly stepped forward, wiped the tears from the corners of Mrs. Xia's eyes with his sleeve, and said softly: "Grandmother, our ancestors and grandchildren will finally see each other, don't be sad." ”

"Grandmother was not sad, she cried with joy." said this, but Mrs. Xia's heart had all kinds of tastes.

"In the future, Zheng'er will be by your side to accompany you and do your filial piety for your father." Ying Zheng said, "My grandson has grown up so big and is patronizing to do things for my father." When he was young, he was a proton for his father, and he had to honor the Queen Mother for his father, and he also had to be a king for his father. ”

"Huh." Mrs. Xia burst into tears and smiled, "Don't make fun of your father." ”

Looking at the young man in his prime in front of him, he was the monarch of the Qin State, and he was his own grandson, the satisfaction of this moment instantly swelled in Mrs. Xia's heart, squeezing out all the bad emotions.

"Is this the way it is, my grandson has never been easy since he was a child." Ying Zheng complained a little coquettishly. He did have some grievances, but he had never found the right person to talk to.

"Being born in an imperial family is not easy, and such a growth experience is also good for you to govern the country in the future." Mrs. Xia was no longer sad, and in turn comforted Yingzheng.

Seeing that he had successfully diverted Mrs. Xia's attention to himself, Ying Zheng said: "Grandmother, this is not the place to talk, let's go back to the palace with my grandson, my grandson wants to hear more about my grandmother and my father's story." ”

"It doesn't matter where your grandmother lives, but if you enter the palace, will the Queen Mother embarrass you." Mrs. Xia said.

"Don't worry, grandmother, the Queen Mother's side, the grandson has his own measure." Ying Zheng turned around and said to Zhao Gao, "Zhao Gao, prepare the vehicle and welcome the widow's grandmother back to the palace." ”

Zhao Gao replied and hurriedly prepared the carriage and horses.

Mrs. Xia didn't bring many people, except for her and Yingfu, there were only two personal maids. And they got into the carriage and went to the king's house.

After entering the palace, Zhao Gao led people to settle Mrs. Xia and a few people. Mrs. Xia's bedroom was arranged in a room not far from Ying Zheng's bedroom, although it was not too spacious, it was very tidy and tidy, and all the things needed were also available.

Ying Zheng sat down with Mrs. Xia to rest.

"What does grandmother want to eat at night, Zheng'er asked someone to arrange it." Ying Zheng said.

"It's rare for our grandchildren to reunite, so let your grandmother cook for you in the evening, grandmother wants to make you something to eat." Mrs. Xia was afraid that Yingzheng would not allow it, so she added, "Don't worry, grandmother only does it for the two of us, and she can't be tired." ”

Ying Zheng's heart was warm, and this feeling of family affection made him feel like a spring breeze. It's been a long time since he's eaten his mother's own food, and now he can't wait to have relatives to cook for him.

And Mrs. Xia is the same, she hasn't cooked meals for her relatives for too long. For her, who loves to cook food, no one comes to taste it, and no matter how delicious it is, what is the point.

It was getting dark, and the grandfather and grandson sat at the table facing each other. On the table were a few pastries and dishes that Mrs. Xia had just made, a large bowl of rice balls, and two pots of wine.

"Grandmother, is this a dumpling?" Ying Zheng looked at the white balls in the big bowl.

He had eaten tangyuan when he was a child, but after returning to Qin, he never ate it again.

"Yes, it's rare to reunite with Zheng'er, so my grandmother made a big bowl of rice balls." Mrs. Xia said with a smile, "As soon as the group is in a group, it will be round, and the group will be in a circle." ”

Ying Zheng swallowed one in one bite, and before he could swallow it, he exclaimed, "Well, it's delicious!" ”

"If it's delicious, eat it all." Mrs. Xia said happily.

Ying Zheng gulped down, and in the end there was no soup left. It's not just about the taste, it's about the mood.

"Grandmother, what time is it today?" Ying Zheng wiped his mouth and asked.

"It's still the first few days, and today is the fifteenth day of the first month." Mrs. Xia said.

"Oh, fifteen?" Ying Zheng said, "Then the moon is also round tonight." ”

"Yes, even the moon knows that our ancestors and grandchildren are reunited." Mrs. Xia walked to the window, opened the window, and looked at the bright moon.

The moon was bright, as if it were a smiling face, smiling at her.

"The moon is full, the rice balls are round, and the people are also reunited." Ying Zheng said, "The widow must remember this day. In the future, on the fifteenth day of January every year, the widow must eat glutinous rice balls. No, let the whole palace eat rice balls. ”

Ying Zheng came to the window and looked at the moon with Mrs. Xia.

A meteor streaked across the sky, and the faint light did not attract many people's attention.