Chapter I

"You are first of all the eldest son of me, followed by the people of Great Qin, and finally the birth of Great Confucianism."

Ying Zheng opened his mouth coolly.

The power of the emperor is angry and faceless.

However, when the voice came, the shoulders of the temple people waiting in the hall trembled slightly, and they all fell to their knees.

Temple people kneel.

The guards kneel.

Countless people are like being choked by their necks, and even breathing has become a luxury.

Time has become extraordinarily long.

In the unbearable silence, Fusu Qingrun's voice was like a gurgling stream, gently injected into this overwhelming majestic Zhangtai Palace, "Erchen is first of all a human being, a person of Great Qin, followed by the son of the emperor's father, and finally the birth of a great Confucian." ”

"If you can't even be a man, how can you live for your son?"

"Or does the emperor not want a son who was born as a man, but a beast?"

Fusu slowly raised his head and looked at the emperor on the throne, his gaze did not dodge.

Li Si's heart tightened.

- This is transgression, it is a great disrespect!

But this son, who is disrespectful to His Majesty the First Emperor, is the eldest son of His Majesty the Emperor who has high hopes, and he is the one who is about to become his son-in-law.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Si considered speaking, "Your Majesty is angry-"

"I Gong covers the three emperors and five emperors, and is the common monarch of heaven, earth, man, ghosts and gods (1)."

Ying Zheng's voice did not distinguish between joy and anger, "I am the first emperor, the eldest son of me, he is not a human being, nor a beast, but the king who will dominate the destiny of heaven and earth and Kyushu in the future." ”

"Fusu, I'll ask you one last time."

"Are you going to be a man, or are you going to be my eldest son?"

The great palace fell silent abruptly.

This time, even Li Si, who had won the heart of the emperor, held his breath and did not dare to speak again.

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"Little, little boy, the slave will take you outside to play."

In the side hall, the temple people who were waiting for Hu Hai trembled their voices and hurriedly took Hu Hai, who was playing with Hehua, away.

"Little Eleven, brother and brother will come to play with you next time."

Hu Hai was held in the arms of the temple people and waved his hand at Hehua.

The brother who was playing with him was taken away, and the little princess of three or four years old did not cry, she held Xiao Buhu and tilted her head to look in the direction of the main hall.

Han Su trotted in from outside the hall, "Princess, let's go quickly." ”

- Your Majesty and Gongzi have a terrible quarrel, and they must not be the fish in the pond that are affected.

Hehua shook his head, "I'm not leaving." ”

"Princess, now is not the time to be willful, you go out with the slave and maid."

Hu Hai and his party quickly left the side hall, and Han Su was a little anxious.

Hehua slowly put down the little cloth tiger in his hand, and his arrogant little milk voice was soft and glutinous, "Am I a princess, or are you a princess?" ”

"Of course you're a princess—"

"Princess Ben ordered you to take Princess Ben to the main hall."

Han Su was completely anxious.

- Going to the inner sanctum now is simply killing yourself.

Han Su said, "Princess, you can't go-"

"Can't go?"

Hehua smiled and looked at Han Su, with an innocent face, "However, disobeying the princess's will is also a dead end." ”

“......”

Han Su sighed in despair.

"Princess, you will see Your Majesty in a while, you must be careful when you speak, you must not make Your Majesty angry, and you must not help your son to contradict Your Majesty."

After hesitating for a moment, Han Shu carried Hehua through the corridor and explained over and over again.

Hehua nodded, his shining eyes looking at the inner sanctum, "I know." ”

Inner Sanctum.

After His Majesty the Emperor and Gongzi Fusu quarreled, no one dared to approach, even Imperial Lieutenant Li Si and His Majesty the Emperor's most favored CRRC Mansion Ling Zhao Gao also avoided it, and everyone held their breath and tried to reduce their sense of existence, for fear that Yingzheng would notice him, but at this moment, a small braincase came out from behind the door.

"Father."

The voice of the little brain case was soft and glutinous, and he looked up at the emperor whose face was sinking like water, and stretched out two small arms to the emperor, "Hug." ”

“......”

It's nonsense!

His Majesty is discussing with the courtiers of the prince, how can the little princess interrupt?

The people of the temple did not dare to stop the little princess, and the guards at the door were also blind? How could the little princess break in at this time?

Zhao Gao glanced at the people of the temple.

The temple people understood, hurriedly stepped forward, and coaxed the little princess softly, "Little princess, Your Majesty has government affairs to be busy, and the slave maid will take you out to play." ”

"I don't."

Hehua pushed away the little chamberlain and walked in the hall by himself.

The little princess is congenitally deficient, her legs are a little lame, and she is usually held by maids or temple people when she travels.

Today she is not allowed to be hugged, she walked in with a small skirt, because of her legs, she did not walk as steadily as her peers, but she walked very slowly, but she did not look very lame, only two small tugging tied to the side of her head gently swayed on the side of her face.

Ying Zheng's eyelids lifted slightly.

Zhao Gao's heart jumped, and he hurriedly went to see Yingzheng.

Although the man's face was as heavy as water, he was very powerful, but when he saw the little princess walking in slowly with a small skirt, the cold color in his eyes eased for a moment.

Zhao Gao's eyes rolled slightly, and he immediately stopped the stupid decision of the little temple people to take Hehua away.

- No one can mediate the needle-to-point confrontation between His Majesty and Childe, but the little princess is different, and her childlike words may be able to ease the tension between father and son.

"Why are you here?"

Fusu didn't notice Zhao Gao's changes, and when he saw Hehua walking in, the young man got up instantly and picked up the person quickly, "Go back quickly." ”

Yu Guang swept to the side of Hehua who was shivering outside the hall, so he beckoned to her, "Take the little princess down." ”

Han Su hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the little princess in Su's arms, "Princess, let's go quickly." ”

"But I miss my father."

Hehua didn't let Han Su hug him, and stretched out his hand to Yingzheng in Fusu's arms, "I want my father to hug me." ”

The little pink carved face was raised, and the black eyes looked at the majestic emperor on the throne.

"Father, hug."

The little milk dumpling repeated what she had just said.

Ying Zheng's face was the same as before, "Nonsense." ”

I didn't chase anyone, but I didn't refuse either.

"Your Majesty, the little princess is unscrupulous, from the heart, and her admiration for Your Majesty is overflowing."

Li Si thought for a moment and pushed the boat down the river, "The little princess misses Your Majesty like this, and it doesn't hurt for Your Majesty to put down the court affairs and play with the little princess." ”

Fusu frowned.

- Little Eleven is innocent and ignorant of the world, but this is not a tool used by Li Si to ease his relationship with the imperial father.

"Little Eleven, you go out with Han Su first, and the eldest brother will look for you in a while."

Fusu coaxed Hehua and handed Hehua into Han Su's hand, "Be good, obedient." ”

Zhao Gao's eyes were quick, and he fished Hehua from Fusu Hanshu, "Ouch, childe, the little princess wants to stay, then let her stay." ”

"Little princess, you came just in time, your favorite snack is almost ready, if you are a little late, I am afraid that you will not be able to eat the dim sum that has just come out of the pot."

Zhao Gao hugged Hehua and walked towards Yingzheng diligently.

Hehua's eyes lit up, "A small snack? ”

"Bring it in."

"You stupid things, why don't you go soon?"

Zhao Gao instructed the temple people.

The temple people hurriedly went to get a small snack.

Fusu frowned in displeasure.

- Little Eleven is a human being, not a tool that can be easily used by others.

Almost without hesitation, Fusu turned around and chased after Zhao Gao.

But this is the main hall of the council, he is the son of the dynasty, the eldest son of the emperor, he can't be like a temple man who doesn't know etiquette, and snatches Hehua back from Zhao Gao's hands recklessly, he can only catch up with Zhao Gao and see the right time to bring people over.

But Zhao Gao didn't give him this opportunity, and directly hugged Hehua to Yingzheng, getting closer, Hehua asked Yingzheng with a smile, "Father, who made you angry again?" ”

"Why don't you look so happy?"

"No one makes me angry."

Ying Zheng's voice does not distinguish between joy and anger.

Hehua snorted lightly, "Liar, my father didn't laugh." ”

"I wasn't born to laugh."

Ying Zheng's voice was majestic, and he raised his eyes to look at the little milk dumplings in Zhao Gao's arms.

"But my father looks good when he laughs."

Hehua's voice was soft, "Smile, ten years young, my father can live forever." ”

“...... Absurd. ”

"It's not ridiculous."

"This is what the teacher said, it is important to maintain a good mood for the body. ”

“？”

Tianshu has been teaching Little Eleven to cultivate immortals recently?

Ying Zheng's eyebrows were slightly raised.

- Such a young child, what kind of immortal do you cultivate?

It's still a good thing to teach some numbers and letters.

Digital bookkeeping is convenient, which greatly reduces the time for officials to handle political affairs.

And the letters made those doctors and Confucians who only knew the weirdness of yin and yang all day anxious, and they had no time to find his debate handouts, so that he didn't have to take time out of his busy schedule to listen to a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing.

Ying Zheng said, "What has Tianshu been teaching you recently?" ”

"Taught me a lot."

Xiao Tuanzi, who was held in Zhao Gao's arms, stretched out his hand to Ying Zheng, "I want my father to hug me, and my father will hold me, so I will tell my father." ”

- A typical pampered child.

"What kind of system?"

Ying Zheng glanced at the little group who was looking at him expectantly, his voice was the same as before, majestic and low, "Come over by yourself." ”

"Alas, Your Majesty, how old is the princess? Zuo is only three or four years old, how can he walk like an adult? ”

Zhao Gao comprehended and immediately handed the steps to Ying Zheng, "Such a small princess, you can hug it." ”

Zhao Gao took small steps and took a few more steps in front of Ying Zheng, and as long as His Majesty the First Emperor stretched out his hand, he could hold the little princess he handed over in his arms.

Ying Zheng's eyelids raised slightly, and then he reluctantly stretched out his hand.

"Little Eleven, big brother hug you."

But in the next moment, Hehua in Zhao Gao's arms was taken away by Fusu, and he comforted him softly in his arms.

Fusu's focus has always been on Zhao Gao, and he didn't notice that Yingzheng had stretched out his hand to Hehua at this time, he only heard the emperor's voice low and majestic, at first glance, it was no different from Fang Cai's words of reprimanding, Fusu, who had grown up with a cold voice and cold reprimand, was reluctant to let his little sister suffer the same cold treatment as himself, and he couldn't take care of it anymore, so he got up directly and crossed between Yingzheng and Hehua, holding people in his arms and coaxing, "Little Eleven, it's the same with the eldest brother hugging you." ”

Yingzheng, who stretched out half of his hand: "......"

Zhao Gao, who was about to hand Hehua to Yingzheng: "......"

Everyone who finally breathed a sigh of relief because the relationship between the emperor and the prince had eased: "......"

Silent.

Silent.

Silence is today's Xianyang Palace.