This is a post station, there is still some distance from Xianyang City, Hehua and Meng Yi are visiting privately, Fusu does not leave attendants to serve by his side, there are only three of them in the small room, and he pours tea for Hehua Mengyi himself.

The tea was handed to Hehua, and Fusu asked with a smile, "Tell me about the eldest brother, what do you want this time?"

"Big brother, guess what, what does Eleven want?" Hehua held the tea in both hands and asked Fusu with a smile.

Fusu laughed, "You want something from the big brother." Meng Yi glanced at the tea handed over by Fusu.

It's not a precious tea, but an ordinary tea prepared by the post house, the tea color is average, the fragrance is more general, if it was in the past, this kind of tea was placed in front of Fusu, Fusu would only take a sip of etiquette, and then put down the teacup.

——The eldest son of Great Qin is not used to drinking such rough tea.

This is Fusu is humble and tolerant, will pour the face of the tea person, symbolically take a sip, if it is replaced by Wang Ben's kind of general whose eyes are above the top, he will only look at it and throw the tea cup aside, and then ask the tea pourer in a sarcastic tone What does it mean, is his meritorious general not worthy of drinking good tea?

Wang Ben is a typical meritorious aristocratic child, a body of arrogance and indulgence, disdain to drink this kind of tea, Fusu is lenient, but it is just not to save face, he himself does not drink this kind of tea, but now, the pampered noble son does not seem to care about the quality of the tea, and even he can do the work of serving tea and delivering water, as if he is not the eldest son of Daqin, but a prosecutor who came back from the ordinary land of South Vietnam.

South Vietnamese implementation was a chore, but it was also a good thing.

Seven years is enough to grind away the paper talk of the noble son who does not understand the people's livelihood, and build him into an excellent Qin official who is rooted in South Vietnam and protects the head of the Qian.

Meng Yi smiled, picked up the teacup with his fingers, and took a sip of tea into his mouth. - Tea is not good tea, but the mind is rare.

"Ah, the eldest brother is so smart, he guessed it at once." Hehua blinked, "Then, will the eldest brother think I'm arrogating?"

Fusu Waner.

Seven years is enough to change a person's habits and temperament, but it can't change the kinship flowing in the blood, Fusu smiled and looked at the girl sitting opposite him, and reached out and flicked her forehead.

"No trespassing." Fusu said, "Father doesn't think you're arrogating, how can my eldest brother think you're arrogating?"

Hehua's fingers holding the teacup tightened slightly.

"Eleven, you are the most dazzling pearl of Great Qin and the most brilliant jewel of Kyushu

。 ”

Fusu's voice was gentle, "Big brother, like my father, I hope you will always shine brightly, and you don't need to hide your edge for anyone or anything."

Hehua smiled slightly, and his eyes suddenly became a little sour.

The eldest brother seems to be like this forever, always gentle and kind, always humble and generous, and is the most perfect good brother in the hearts of countless people.

The world said that he was benevolent and strong, his upright and courageous advice was never used on her, he was always kind and polite when facing her, even if she did something wrong, he would not speak harshly to her, but gently pointed out what she did wrong, what the right way should be, and the next time he could not make a mistake again.

- Of course, even if she makes another mistake, it's nothing, he'll clean up the mess for her.

Not only her, but also her other brothers and sisters, as well as Hu Hai, who was executed by her father, all lived under his protection. Father is the king of a country, always very busy, the person who accompanies them the most is actually the eldest brother, gently and patiently teaching them, telling them the truth of doing things for others, and dealing with the aftermath for them.

Because of age and experience, the eldest brother may be far less stable than Meng Tian, not as sharp as Wang Ben, and not as smart and anxious as Meng Yi, but the eldest brother can't fake his love for them, but he is clumsy but takes care of them wholeheartedly.

I want them to grow up quickly, I want them to avoid detours, I want them not to make their father angry, and I want them to share their father's worries as soon as possible.

——The eldest brother is like a father, which is the truest and most appropriate portrayal of the eldest brother.

Time flies like flowing water, and they all grow up quickly one by one, as the eldest brother wishes.

Thanks to the fact that their education is no longer to listen to famous teachers to read, but to be carefully taught by the sons of hundreds of schools, and to absorb the advantages of education students from another world, they are not only nobles who only know pleasure, but can really solve problems for their father.

Some of them studied under the Mo family, went to the beach to supervise the construction of big ships, some studied weapons, some pondered grain, or in Xianyang, or went to Kyushu, in short, they each received errands and contributed their own strength to the rapid development of Daqin.

They grew up and had their own ideas, like her.

She was raised by Daqin's education and also by the equal education of everyone in the other world, and these two kinds of education told her that the ambition that grew in her heart was not ambition, but self-motivation, and her father admired her "self-motivation." ”

She loved it. She felt that what she had learned had been put to use, rather than being a beautiful ornament to be kept up with.

But her "beautiful ornament", but

I covet something that belongs to the big brother. However, the eldest brother did not think that she had done anything wrong, and the eldest brother hoped that she would always be like this and always shine.

Hehua was silent for a moment. After a half-breath, she put down the teacup she was holding in her hand and reached out to take Fu Su's hand, "Big brother, you are so good."

What should be said later? Say I thought you were going to rebuke me? Even if you are well-cultivated and don't reprimand, your face will change slightly, leaving no trace to distance yourself from me

Leave?

But you don't, you are still the kind and gentle big brother in the old days, even if your sister is no longer an ignorant child, but in your heart, she will always be the little sister who needs your protection and needs you to back down?

Hehua didn't say that.

She looked at Fusu's face, her voice muffled, "I knew you would say that." "You'll always be so good and you'll never blame me."

"As a brother, if you don't have this measure, how can you be a brother?" Fusu patted the back of Hehua's hand, "Eleven, you know, the eldest brother will never blame you."

"Big brother doesn't blame you, it's because the eldest brother is the elder brother, but it's also because of your ability."

Fu Su smiled and straightened the broken hair hanging from his sideburns, "Eleven, only when you really go to the mountains and eat and live with the Qiantou can you truly understand your influence on Daqin."

Meng Yi's eyelids lifted slightly.

Almost subconsciously, his gaze fell on Fusu's hand. It was a pair of hands that were originally very well maintained, with delicate and smooth skin, and slender knuckles like jade, which were three points more beautiful than ordinary women's hands.

Because of these hands, Gongzi Fusu was coldly reprimanded by His Majesty, saying that he was too fat, and that he had no heroic spirit of being a child. At that time, the corners of the child's mouth were tightly pursed, his fingers were tightly clenched, hidden in his sleeves, and then in a place where His Majesty could not see, he frantically practiced riding and swordsmanship, trying to weaken the fat powder on his hands.

But now, Fusu's hands can no longer be seen as the pampered son of the Great Qin, those hands are no longer smooth and delicate, the skin has become rough, the knuckles have become thick, and there are even faint traces of chapping in winter, almost no different from the hands of Qianshou who worked day and night in the fields.

Meng Yi narrowed his eyes.

Fusu's voice continued, "The eldest brother has been in the land of South Vietnam for seven years."

"Seven years is enough time for the eldest brother to travel to every mountain, grassland and field in South Vietnam, and let the eldest brother understand the importance of food and systems to ordinary Qiantou."

"A thousand catties of grain per mu can be made

The leaders are well fed and clothed. "And the promotion system of Qin officials and the factories that have sprung up from the ground make them have infinite hope for the future while they are full."

"Their generation is the head of Qian, facing the loess with their backs to the sky, but their descendants may not be the head of Qian, they can pass the assessment to become Qin officials, and they can also enter the county factories to work."

"You have changed their destiny, and you have changed the destiny of their children and grandchildren."

Fusu smiled softly. Like the moonlight, when the stars are shining, the moonlight will disappear into the clouds, not competing with the stars.

"Eleven, these changes are something that the eldest brother can't give them."

"But you can, you can bring them earth-shaking changes, and you can let them live the life they dreamed of."

"Eleven, big brother is proud of you." Fusu stretched out his hand and rubbed Hehua's hair, as if there were stars under his eyes.

Hehua's breath was quiet for a moment.

She should obviously be happy, she has not only been recognized by her father, but also by her eldest brother and the land of South Vietnam, this is what she has been pursuing, she doesn't want to be a beautiful vase, but also to be a person like her father.

She has obviously been recognized by everyone, but she can't be happy in her heart, not only is she unhappy, but her heart is also a little sour, blocked, which makes her eyes sour, making her have an urge to rub her eyes.

But she didn't.

She just let go of Fusu's hand, got up from the cushion, and then walked behind Fusu and wrapped her arms around Fusu's shoulders.

"Big brother, Eleven is also proud of you."

She buried her face in Fusu's shoulder, and her voice was low, "Eleven......... Always proud to have a big brother like you. Fusu smiled softly, "That's right, we're all proud of each other."

Although he is tall, the girl on his back is not heavy, he is growing old, and the food is all grown on his head, and his weight naturally does not go up, and he is no longer a slightly weak noble son seven years ago, at this time he has a lot of strength, he can carry the food and follow the heads of the Qianshan up and down the mountain, accustomed to carrying the shoulder, the weight on the back is really nothing to him, he does not use the handrail side of the table, and the person on his back is carried up.

"Want the eldest brother to carry you?"

Fusu carried Hehua on his back, just like he carried a small glutinous rice dumpling seven years ago, "Okay, big brother carries you."

Hehua was carried by Fusu.

/ >As the princess of Daqin, she has a sedan chair in and out, and rarely walks by herself, but the sedan chair is sitting, but the eldest brother is carrying it, which is an action that she has not had since she got older.

- Meng Yi used to carry her, but when she got older, she needed to avoid suspicion, and Meng Yi hadn't carried her for a long, long time.

This kind of action is very intimate, and it is also an action that only people who trust her, she lies on the shoulder of the eldest brother, and in a trance she returns to the time when she is an ignorant child, at that time the eldest brother has not gone to South Vietnam, and is still leading her to play in Xianyang Palace, she does not like the palace people to hug her

With her, he always asked the eldest brother to hug her, and the eldest brother smiled and hugged her or carried her on his back, and accompanied her through one sunrise and sunset.

And now, she is eleven years old, and in a few years she will reach the age of saying kiss, although Daqin does not advocate Confucianism, the seven-year difference between men and women in the Book of Rites is not respected in Xianyang, but despite this, Meng Yi is still extremely suspicious of her who is about to reach the cardamom years, and she has not done it for a long time to carry her or hug her, but the eldest brother does not need it, they are blood relatives, and they are the closest people except for her father, no matter how old she grows and how tall she is, but in the eldest brother's heart, she lies on the eldest brother's shoulder, and the eldest brother will play with her on his back.

Big brother, you are a teenager, and you can still carry it now, but if it is a few decades later, the big brother will be old and will not be able to carry it. The eldest brother's voice continued, "At that time, you don't think the eldest brother is old and weak, just remember that the eldest brother once carried you."

"How can I dislike my eldest brother?" Hehua sniffed, "I'll never dislike my eldest brother."

"My big brother is the best big brother in the world, and it's too late for me to like big brother."

Hehua buried his head in Fusu's shoulder, and his voice was muffled, "I hope that my eldest brother and I can always be like this, and never follow the old path of my father and Chang Anjun.

Chang'an Juncheng worm, the only younger brother of his father, but he betrayed his father, pointed his sword at Xianyang, and to this day makes his father criticized by the world, saying that his father is cruel and bloodthirsty, and even kills his own brothers.

Fusu's movements paused slightly.

Meng Yi raised his eyebrows, and his gaze fell on Fusu's face.

The smile on Fusu's face paused for a moment, but soon, he laughed again, his voice was still gentle, Why do you have such thoughts?

"Eleven, I'm not my father, and you're not Chang'anjun, we will never meet each other like our father and Chang'anjun."

If it really comes to that day......

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Meng Yi retracted his gaze.

"A brother for one day, a brother for life." "Eleven, the eldest brother will always protect you." Fusu smiled lightly, and gently patted Hehua's back with his palm.

Hehua's eyes were wet.

After half a breath, she withdrew her hand, pressed her hands on her eyes, her voice was mixed with a small milk sound, and she called out with infinite affection, Big brother. Her big brother is the best big brother in the world. - There is no one.

"You're going to see Fusu? Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl with red eyes and nose, and stopped reading the pen.

Hehua nodded, Yes. "They walked so slowly, but I thought of the eldest brother, so I took Meng Shangqing to find the eldest brother."

Monkey business.

Ying Zheng retracted his gaze.

Meng Yi, who was standing beside Hehua, lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt very happily, "The minister is guilty."

"Twenty military sticks, a fine of half a year."

Ying Zheng didn't raise his head.

Here.

Meng Yi got up and exited the Zhangtai Palace.

The tall figure disappeared into the Zhangtai Palace, and Hehua was a little dissatisfied, "Father shouldn't punish Meng Shangqing, this matter is obviously my fault, Father should punish me, not Meng Shangqing - Meng Shangqing's Yulu has been deducted until the next year!" If Father doesn't give him any more money, he won't be able to open the pot at home!

What he has is money.

But after all, he hasn't made a fortune for a few years, and Yingzheng added that if he has no money, he can spend Meng Tian's money. Meng Tian is far away on the frontier, and the rewards I gave him have nowhere to flower, so you can give those rewards to Meng Yi and let Meng Yi spend them for him.

The treasury is obviously full, why hasn't my father's character of robbing courtiers changed yet?

"Father, is there a monarch who treats his courtiers like this?"

Hehua carried the hem of his skirt and came to the front of Yingzheng Yu with small steps, You deduct Han Xin's money, he doesn't listen to what he says, you should deduct his money, but Meng Yi is different, how good Meng Yi is, he does things safely, and his mind is delicate, how many things have you done for you over the years?

Ying Zheng's eyes fell on Hehua's face, Meng Yi?

Oh, Meng Shangqing, it's Meng Shangqing.

Realizing that his mouth was stingy, Hehua immediately changed his words, Meng Shangqing is so good, even if you are stingy with money, you don't want to reward him

, and he shouldn't be punished II.

Ying Zheng's eyelids raised slightly, interrupting Hehua's words, One year, thirty military sticks.

The temple people standing beside Ying Zheng sang sharply, His Majesty punished Meng Shangqing for one year and thirty military sticks.

She shouldn't have interceded for Meng Yi! Meng Yi's Yulu was punished until the year after tomorrow, and the "credit" of her intercession definitely accounted for a large part!

Hehua changed his words instantly, "Father, I saw the eldest brother, the eldest brother is still the eldest brother seven years ago, and he is the best eldest brother in the world." The eldest brother said that he would never embarrass my father, let alone become a tool for others to attack me.

Ying Zheng's eyes moved slightly.

He is the eldest son of Great Qin, this is what he should do. The emperor lowered his eyes, and the wolf in his hand was slowly put down, As the eldest son of Great Qin, he should share his father's worries and love his younger siblings.

"He's doing a great job."

Winning politics is faint.

Hehua pursed his lower lip, it wasn't what he should have done. "It's because the eldest brother is a very good person, that's why he does this."

But Ying Zheng didn't answer her words, only the palm fell on top of her head, "Ten days later, your eldest brother and the officials of South Vietnam will arrive in Xianyang.

I'm busy with government affairs, so you pick up your eldest brother for me.

"I'm going to pick up my eldest brother instead of my father?"

Hehua was slightly surprised and pointed at himself.

Win the political head, how? Don't want to go? No, no. Hehua shook his head slowly.

To a certain extent, this is a signal released by my father to the world - no matter how old or young, male or female, she and her eldest brother are people on the same starting line.

"Father, don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter." Hehua's eyes changed from surprise to determination, I will not let my father and eldest brother down.

"However, I have a small request." Hehua looked at Yingzheng's eyes, Father, when General Meng and Han Xin return to the court, let me and my eldest brother go to pick them up.

Ying Zheng's brows moved slightly.

Hehua took a deep breath, Father, the eldest brother is the best big brother, and I am also the best little sister. This kind of thing like a brother reading the wall will never happen to me and my eldest brother.

Win the political eyelids

Jump.

In a trance, he remembered the three younger brothers he had killed. One was Chang'an Juncheng, who almost threatened his throne, and the other two were still in infancy, and he was thrown to death in anger.

Grandmother's voice was terrible, and his mother cursed viciously, and he looked at them coldly, as if he were looking at a corpse.

Later, how the estrangement was overcome, he can no longer remember, only remember that it was many years after they met again, he passed by the palace and saw his grandmother teasing the creeping child, the child was too young, he had never seen him, and he did not know the grievances between the elders.

Are you a king?

The child bites his fingers, and his voice is milky, Is it my uncle?

The vast palace was silent. Everyone fell to their knees, as if they were being choked by the neck, and did not dare to make a sound.

And the Empress Dowager Huayang, his good grandmother, was so nervous that she couldn't breathe at this moment, staring at his hands, not even daring to blink her eyes, as if as long as she blinked, the lively child in front of her would become a cold corpse.

The young Qin/Wang sneered.

Yes, the widow is indeed your uncle.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the child, and raised his hand to poke the child's chubby face, What's your name?" Did your grandmother name you?"

.… Baby.

The Empress Dowager Huayang spoke slowly, Zheng'er, his name is a baby.

Baby? Good name.

He smiled and put the child down, "The sons of a hundred families have gathered in Xianyang, if grandmother has a heart, she might as well pick a few masters for the baby to enlighten."

The Empress Dowager Huayang stroked the child's soft hair and looked at Ying Zheng with her eyes, "I will."

Since then, the thorn in his and his grandmother's hearts seems to have disappeared. Chang'an Juncheng is no longer a taboo for Xianyang officials, and his grandmother occasionally mentions a few words with him.

Cheng Worm, this kid is not like you, he can't be provoked, and he is far less smart than you.

The palace people took the sleeping child away, and the Empress Dowager Huayang sighed lightly, "Back then, it was a rebellion, there were many doubts and confusion, if you were patient and checked again, maybe your brothers would not have gone that far."

King Qin didn't care much, maybe the widow didn't want to investigate, he just wanted his life.

Zheng'er, your words are still so unpleasant. Empress Dowager Huayang shook her head, "You hate the betrayal of others the most, your dear brother betrayed you, you must want his life."

If someone else betrays you, you may still be alive. "But if Cheng Pan betrays you, it will be a dead end."

Zheng'er, your eyes are too clear to rub the sand. But in this world, sometimes it's rare to be confused.

Empress Dowager Huayang took Ying Zheng's hand, and her voice became lower and lower, "Zheng'er, there are many roads to go in life, and you don't need to go all the ways to death.

Zheng'er, let go of others, and let yourself go, otherwise your children and grandchildren will repeat your tragedy over and over again.

He quietly held her hand and replied lightly, "Grandmother Xie reminds you that the widow will." ”

My grandmother died, and when she was dying, she was still calling her name. But the Chang'an Juncheng worm she was thinking about had already died nine years ago, forced to death by her other grandson.

Ying Zheng sneered lightly, reached out and rubbed Hehua's sideburns, "You and Fusu are both good boys." - will not be the same as him and Cheng Wei, the sword against each other, never dying.