Fortunately, Zhao Ying, who was on the side, saw his embarrassment and stepped forward and said with a smile.

"Aweng, let's go home first, it's not a place to talk outside......"

Fusu nodded and said with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go home first-"

When he entered the house, Fusu realized that his old mother was also at his house, and he was immediately surprised and delighted, and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

"Greetings to the queen mother—"

"Flat—"

Looking at her eldest son, who was obviously much darker and thinner, Empress Zheng couldn't help but reddened her eyes in distress.

"You kid, why are you so screwed, you ...... in the first place"

Empress Zheng complained a little, but when she saw that her daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law were all around, she swallowed the words back to her mouth.

"It seems that you have suffered a lot in Shangjun, and now, it's good that you're back, it's good to be back......"

Fusu originally wanted to explain that he came back this time just to complete the last thing on his mind, and he would soon leave to return to Shangjun, but when he saw Empress Zheng's attitude, he quietly swallowed back the words when he came to his mouth, and pretended to smile easily.

"Let the queen mother worry, in fact, in addition to being slightly colder than our Xianyang, the wind and sand are bigger, there is nothing bad about the others, compared with Xianyang, it is much cleaner, and it is really not hard......"

As he spoke, he gestured his arm.

"Queen Mother, you see, during this time I have been there, my body and bones are much stronger than before, and now I can not only drive a strong bow and ride a fierce horse, but also have a lot of food......

Empress Zheng saw that her body and bones did look more energetic than before, and the look on her face was slightly better.

Wait until the family sits down, Wang Nan and a few other daughters-in-law came over, and came over to give Fusu a salute respectively, although he married his son one after another, quite disapproving, but for these daughters-in-law, Fusu will not have any face, and his attitude is very gentle to return the salute one by one, even a few concubines who have not had a special presence in the house are no exception.

Fusu returned home.

Zhao Ying said hello to Empress Zheng and Fusu, and volunteered to go to the back kitchen to prepare food and drinks for his father.

Fusu finally came back from Shangjun, and he wanted to have a good exchange with his eldest son, teaching him some principles of being benevolent and treating the people well, where would he want him to cook for himself?

However, before he could say anything to stay, Zhao Ying's side ran away!

"Don't worry about him, this kid is filial piety, you can't persuade him!"

Looking at the figure of her eldest grandson running away, Empress Zheng couldn't help but praise sincerely.

"You don't know, during the time you left Xianyang, he has always insisted on cooking for you Ah Weng every day, rain or shine, almost never stop - you Ah Weng is such a picky person, and they are full of praise for his food......

"I'm worried that your Ah Weng will hurt your body by sitting for a long time, so I run to the palace early every morning and accompany you Ah Weng to exercise......"

Listening to his aunt's babbling relay, Fusu was ashamed and moved in his heart.

When I left Xianyang, I just told him casually, but I didn't expect this child to be so concerned.

No, it's ten points better than that of a son like himself!

What an obedient boy!

If you have a son like this, what more can you ask for?

It's not in vain that I go through this experience for him!

For a while, even the idea of calling Zhao Ying back disappeared.

Zhao Ying naturally didn't know that Fusu still had so many inner dramas.

Although he had a lot of exchanges with Fusu in letters, when he really had to face Fusu's cheap father, Zhao Ying really didn't have any topic, and he didn't know what to say, so he simply used the excuse of cooking for his own Ah Weng himself, and did his best to be a child's filial piety, hiding in the back kitchen and not going out.

Well, what do you do?

Meat, of course!

In this era, although the Hexi Corridor was opened up and the Western Regions were won, the vegetables on the dinner table were still good and sinking, and many common vegetables in later generations still failed to be introduced to the Central Plains.

The aristocracy was able to choose mainly a variety of meats.

Others, in addition to the original sunflowers, weeds, shallots, green onions, and leeks, are also the soybean sprouts, mung bean sprouts, mushrooms, tofu, and spinach and coriander that have recently been transmitted from the Western Regions after Zhao Ying's crossing.

The little boy himself is staring at the back kitchen and not leaving, how dare the chef in the back kitchen slack off? I can't wait to take out the spirit of twelve points, and fly up one by one.

Zhao Ying naturally didn't know that his arrival had invisibly put so much pressure on these chefs, and later, he still saw that the steward had been bending over to accompany him, so he pulled a stool casually, walked to a gazebo outside the kitchen and sat down, holding his head and squinting his eyes slightly.

In his heart, he silently sorted out the major events of the last few days.

In the past few days, he naturally didn't know about the tossing of his fourth aunt, and he naturally knew that his fourth aunt's divine operation had stuffed a lot of "talents" into his two subordinates.

Now, Han Xin's men and horses have arrived in Xianyang, and Xiang Yu's side has not moved yet, which makes him faintly worried in his heart, and even faintly regrets that he transferred Cao Shen back to Xianyang from Xiang Yu's side so early.

Xiang Yu's combat power is unparalleled, he is definitely a good player who expands the territory and rushes into battle against the enemy, and occupies an extremely important position in his future layout, he really doesn't want Xiang Yu to have any unexpected changes.

Thinking about how to pull him if there was really a basket.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard hurried footsteps at the gate of the courtyard, and when I looked back, it was Zhang Liang, who couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and immediately stood up.

"Ovary, how did you find this place......

"Your Highness, Your Majesty has arrived......"

Zhang Liang walked up to Zhao Ying and stood still, bowing respectfully.

Now although he has his own official title and his own mansion, he has always regarded himself as a close entourage of Zhao Ying, and has never moved out of Zhao Ying's mansion.

After taking the duty from the palace, he will come back with Zhao Ying.

If Zhao Ying hadn't come back from the palace ahead of schedule today, he would not have been an exception. However, it was precisely because he was so late that he caught up with the car of the First Emperor......

It can be regarded as making people.

A few years ago, he was bent on assassinating the First Emperor, but he only dared to throw a big iron vertebrae at the First Emperor's car from such a long distance, and then, as a result, he didn't dare to look at it, and now, he didn't want to assassinate the First Emperor, but got the opportunity to follow the First Emperor's car.

Zhao Ying: ......

Ah, this is still chasing the family-

It seems that he still underestimated the position of his cheap dad in the heart of the First Emperor!

"Let's go, come with me—"

Speaking of this, Zhao Ying pulled his legs and left, casually commanding as he walked.

"Your Majesty estimates that you will have dinner in the house tonight, and you will be there to accompany ...... at that time."

"No!"

Zhang Liang bowed in response, followed behind Zhao Ying, and walked quickly to the front yard.

Zhao Ying saw from a distance that the First Emperor had already sat in the hall with Hei, and Fusu, the eldest son, was sideways with him, not knowing what to say, but looking at the expression of the First Emperor, he seemed to be quite satisfied, and nodded slightly from time to time.

“…… Therefore, I feel that Shangjun has a lot to do, and I am confident that within ten years, Shangjun will become another land of fish and rice in my Daqin......"

Before Zhao Yingren arrived, he heard Fusu's confident words, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and glanced at his cheap father who had just returned from Shangjun with deep meaning.

Obviously, the First Emperor was also quite surprised.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at his eldest son with a deep gaze.

"Have you ever thought clearly, if you don't stay this time, and then want to come back, I'm afraid you really don't know when-"

Speaking of this, the First Emperor's tone paused slightly.

"Actually, when you come back this time, you can stay in Xianyang, I think, Ying'er won't mind......"

The afterglow of Fusu's eyes at this time had already caught a glimpse of Zhao Ying, who was walking into the courtyard quickly, he was only slightly stunned, then immediately withdrew his gaze, and owed slightly to the First Emperor, and subconsciously lowered his voice.

"The child has made up his mind, and I ask Ah Weng to fulfill it—"

The First Emperor didn't speak, just stared at him, and saw that Zhao Ying was almost outside the door, so he nodded slightly.

"Well, since you have made up your mind, I will follow your heart......"

Fusu gave a deep salute.

"Thank you, Awen, for making it happen—"

Although the two of them spoke and deliberately lowered their voices, Zhao Ying's facial senses were so keen, and he could naturally hear clearly what the father and son were talking about.

But what can he say about this kind of topic as a grandson?

Therefore, as soon as he entered the door, he smiled and bowed to the First Emperor and Hei.

"I've seen the eldest father, I've seen the black elder—"

Hei hurriedly avoided it and bowed back.

"Don't dare, the old slave asks His Highness for peace......"

The First Emperor smiled and waved his hand.

"When I was in the palace just now, I was still telling the black manager that after you go back, you stinky boy will definitely cook and cook food yourself, how about it, guessed right......"

When Zhao Ying heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and joked quite casually.

"So, Father, your old man is here to catch up with the rice bowl, right-"

When Fusu saw that his son, in front of his own Ah Weng, dared to talk and laugh like this, he couldn't help but jump with his eyelids, and just wanted to stand up and scold, he saw that his old father had already laughed and took the words.

"Stinky boy, don't try to fool around, I'll clean you up when I'm full, you dare to do such a big thing behind my back......"

After speaking, he also raised his face, looked at Zhao Ying with a smile, obviously enjoying it, and it was not the first time, he immediately sat down and closed his mouth very interestingly.

Zhao Ying: ......

He was really confused.

"Father, what have I done......

Seeing that this stinky boy was still stunned, the First Emperor couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at Hei, who smiled and took a narrow wooden box from a few cases on the side, put it on the cases in front of Zhao Ying, and opened it gently.

Zhao Ying just glanced at it, and then couldn't help but light up, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Tang-cough, Qin Hengdao!"

Surprised, he almost agreed.

Unexpectedly, in just a few months, Zhao Gao and Zhou Yin had already created the Great Qin version of the Tang Hengdao, of course, it is now the Qin Hengdao!

As for why he didn't appear in front of him first, but in front of the First Emperor first, with his current political wisdom, he naturally understood the intentions of this group of subordinates in an instant.

Deliberately stuck at this critical juncture, just add another fire to yourself!

He no longer thought about these careful thoughts of his subordinates, and looked at the quaint Qin Hengdao in front of him, and couldn't wait to know their color and heat.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand, took it out, and then, with a sound of rubbing the ground, pulled out the horizontal knife in front of the first emperor.

His move scared Fusu enough, but when he looked back, the First Emperor didn't lift his eyelids, but leaned forward with great interest, and almost put his head in front of Zhao Ying, and immediately lost his interest in shock.

It seems that the relationship between his own son and his own Ah Weng is far beyond his imagination.

I'm afraid that even if I don't take the initiative to come back and ask Your Majesty to make the emperor's grandson, my own father will find a way to bypass his eldest son and make his bastard son the emperor's grandson!

As soon as he thought of this, Fusu felt a little heartbroken.

Subconsciously glanced at his eldest son, and found that this thing didn't even hold his eyelids, and he was looking at the strange long sword in his hand that he called "Qin Hengdao" with his eyebrows......

Fusu: ......

Why do you suddenly feel a little redundant?

Zhao Ying looked at the horizontal knife in his hand, the more he looked at it, the more happy he was in his heart, now his vision was no longer comparable to his previous life, just by holding it in his hand, he already knew that this was definitely a qualified divine weapon.

He simply stood up, walked to the center of the hall, opened his posture, pulled a knife flower, and brushed a set of swordsmanship in the army.

The sword technique is not a very clever knife technique, but now his physical fitness has already reached an extremely amazing point, and any weapon and move will burst out with amazing power when it reaches his hand.

Every time the knife was chopped, it was like thunder, and soon, Zhao Ying's was surrounded by a dazzling knife light, and the black on the side couldn't help but be frightened, and couldn't help but cheer loudly.

"Color! Your Highness's good swordsmanship—"

Only then did Zhao Ying retract his knife and stand there laughing.

"Let the black old man smile......"

He knows his own family affairs, and his sword technique is not very clever at all, but his speed and strength are far superior to others, if he really talks about swordsmanship, he may not be as good as the old man in front of him.

He put the knife away and put it aside, and then looked at the First Emperor with a smile.

"It's not that I deliberately blindfolded the eldest father, but I didn't expect that they would work so hard to create a physical ...... of this Qin Hengdao so quickly."

The first emperor said that he wanted to clean him up, originally just joking, where would he really care about this, but like a curious baby, he asked his grandson, how could he think of creating this kind of horizontal knife.

For this, Zhao Ying already had a case in his heart, and just wanted to explain, when he suddenly saw the guards at home, and walked over in a hurry.

(End of chapter)