At night, Zhangtai Palace was also pitch black, and Fusu sat upright, quietly looking at the moon outside the window.

The cold moonlight casts, and the shadows in the courtyard can see something clearly.

When I first crossed over, I was confused, I was not very conscious, everything was done according to the instinct of a child, and after all these days, those complicated thoughts have been cleared.

Su Tanmo rubbed the red mole on his fingertips, thinking to himself that Qin Shi Huang was an emperor through the ages, and there was no doubt about him as an emperor, but before he crossed over, he was just a young student.

- If there is a genius, it is just standing on the shoulders of giants.

He was wondering what position he was in front of his ancestors. Is it the prince who competes with him, or the strongest assistant he thought of before.

Su Tan pinched his fingers, he didn't have a majestic strategy, he had to be the political father himself.

He also felt that his father, the First Emperor, was as broad-minded as the sea, so he would not really want to kill him.

The child lay on the windowsill, looking at the moon in the sky, quietly hooking the corners of his lips, for the charming ancestor of Qin Shi Huang, for the head of the world, he was going to die and be born.

"Sleep."

He hugged the quilt, clumped together, and fell asleep with his calves clamped.

On the second day, Zhengxiang, who was sleeping, was dug out of the bed, and then someone helped him, someone tied him up, and took care of him and put on his clothes.

Su Tan tried to struggle out of his sleep, but after a while, he was carried into the carriage by the warm embrace, and the rickety carriage made him sleep more comfortably.

When he was about to arrive at the General's Mansion, a gentle voice woke him up, and as soon as Su Tan opened his eyes, he had a warm towel covering his face to wipe him, and in front of him was a willow branch with coarse salt grains glued for him to brush his teeth.

After washing, there was an egg custard in front of him, and the wooden spoon stretched out just right when he opened his mouth.

From washing to feeding, the movements were smooth, and when he arrived at the door of the General's Mansion, Su Tan was already sitting in the carriage in good spirits.

Wang Ben, who was rushed to greet him, got out of the carriage, and he saluted with a straight look. The two entered the General's Mansion together, and Wang Jian was already waiting in the court, and after saluting each other, they began to check their homework.

Seeing the word Pujia densely written on the bamboo slips, Wang Jian couldn't help but stroke his beard and smile.

"If the students in the world are like sons, the old minister will not have to worry." Wang Jian was mainly worried about Wang Ben, as soon as he learned this historical chapter, he couldn't open his eyes, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't fall asleep on the spot.

Fortunately, the military study book is good, and the training is also good, otherwise this son would really smash his hands.

Wang Ben, who was sitting beside Fusu, didn't need to look up to know that he was connotated, he didn't raise his head, as long as he didn't look at him, it wasn't him.

Su Tan pursed her lips and smiled.

At the end of the morning's teaching, he was not sleepy or wilted in an instant, clutched his rumbling belly, and went home happily to eat.

When he leaves, it will be time for Wang Ben to learn the art of war and practice his body in the afternoon.

The half-grown boy has not yet grown up, and he already has a thin layer of muscles, not to mention that he is full of fat and fat, and there is a faint style of Wang Qian's sophisticated and strong style.

Su Tan glanced back, the carriage had already driven away, and he couldn't see the faces of the father and son clearly.

After returning to Zhangtai Palace, Yingzheng immediately called him away.

He had some doubts in his heart, according to his memory, in the previous time, Fusu was not often Yingzheng, and the first emperor was not a heavy character, and there were not many opportunities to see Chu Ji, and even fewer to see him.

But now he has almost become a political daddy pendant, and this has just been separated for a while, and he has come to him again.

Su Tan stepped forward slowly, sat down next to Yingzheng, looked at the bamboo slip in his hand, and only moved his eyes for a while, with his current knowledge, he still couldn't understand the big seal, so he no longer embarrassed himself.

He lay on his lap, dipped his small hand in the tea on the side, and slowly wrote the word Cangcang on the table, writing with a serious face.

After a while, some temple people brought hot rice cakes to him to eat.

Su Tan hugged the rice cake, and couldn't help but have a sparkling eyes when he tasted it, this rich rice fragrance and sweetness were really delicious.

"If it is cut into small pieces and drizzled with honey and dried osmanthus flowers, it will definitely be more delicious, and my father will ask someone to make it and taste it."

No one can say no to sweets!

When you're not in a good mood, you can eat a little sweet, and you'll be in a much better mood.

But Ying Zhengneng was indifferent to sweets: "It's too tired, it's already delicious to be so sweet." ”

But he still asked the cook to prepare according to Fusu's instructions.

Su Tan thought that if it was ready, she could give Chu Ji a copy, but she didn't know if she liked sweets.

"King, Yao Jia is waiting outside the palace to announce the meeting." Outside the door, the temple people came and reported softly.

"Biography." Ying Zheng said in a deep voice.

Su Tan looked at the door curiously, he knew Lu Buwei, Li Si, Han Feizi, etc., but he had never heard of Yao Jia's name, he had to be more careful.

Soon walked in a middle-aged man with a handsome face, with a graceful demeanor in his actions, and bowed when he saw the two of them.

"Minister Yao Jia visits the king and the son."

"Up."

After Yao Jia got up, he bowed again, and then said with a smile: "The minister came from outside the palace and heard that the head of the Qianshou praised my prince's government, and he felt happy in his heart. ”

Su Tan silently wrote down one of the ways to pat the horse.

Listening to the two of them discussing the government, he sat quietly on the side, looking at him practicing calligraphy casually, but in fact studying seriously.

Every encounter between the big guys is worth remembering.

He rubbed his fingertips, if only the glass beads could not only play videos, but also record videos. What a good teaching material, it is worth learning frame by frame.

From the current situation of South Korea, Zhao, Wei, Chu, Yan, Qi and other countries, to the future strategy, list them one by one.

"Jia is willing to be the king's pawn and send an envoy to the six countries, and the ministers will make the countries no longer conspire to resist Qin, so that they will no longer be ready to fight against my Great Qin, and when the time comes, my king will be defeated one by one, wouldn't it be happy."

Yao Jia's clear voice sounded in the hall, leading to silence, and they were all thinking quietly.

Su Tan instantly understood that Yao Jiayu was an envoy of diplomatic relations, similar to Mao Sui's duties.

He raised his head and looked at Yingzheng, and saw him rubbing the gluttonous pattern on the hilt of the sword with one palm, and only after a while did he applaud and said: "What you said is extremely true!" ”

Su Tan knew that he was going to witness history.

Sure enough, I heard Ying Zheng's deep and deep voice sound: "If Jia goes to the countries, the government must invest hundreds of cars, thousands of catties of gold, put on the clothes of the widow, wear the sword of the widow, let the nations know the importance of Jia!" ”

Yao Jia leaned over and bowed.

He was a native of Wei, and his father was a gate eunuch, he was a man in Zhao State, and others laughed at him, so they called him 'Shijian Menzi' and drove him out.

Fortunately, he met the king, and the grace of courtesy was beyond repayment.

He bowed and walked away.

Su Tan watched him leave, and then suddenly realized that the rice cake in front of him was already cold, without the slightest heat.

Ying Zheng drank the slurry water casually, and after a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice: "What did you understand in this speech?" ”

His eyes were dark and heavy, and a sense of oppression enveloped him.

"A soldier who surrenders without a fight?" Su Tan tentatively summed up, and said in a low voice: "My father has made all plans, from soldiers to diplomatic relations between the two countries, with both civil and military skills, he is really an immortal hero!" ”

He wanted to praise his ancestors and give them affirmation and faith.

In their eyes, this is all pre-war preparations, and success or failure is not yet known, but in Su Tan's eyes, Qin Shi Huang's unification of the six countries has been a certainty, it is a historical fact, and it is natural to praise a few words.

And these skills are really good, from psychology to tactics, who can compare to a bunch of cattle around Qin Shi Huang.

Ying Zheng's eyebrows did not move, and he never heard these praises. Let's just see how it ends in the end.

Su Tan saw that the reunification of the six countries was on the right track, and in this war-torn era, it was too difficult to be peaceful.

The world is waiting for a heroic master to end the troubled times.

Therefore, it is better to be a peace dog than to be chaotic and leave people.

'Build high walls, gather up grain, and slow to become king.' Su Tan muttered in his mouth, thinking that this is an emperor who got up from nothing, a bowl at the beginning, and a yellow robe at the end, these nine words can be regarded as a nine-character mantra.

Daqin has high walls, sharp soldiers, has been called the king, in the world with a yield of fifty or sixty catties per mu, what is lacking is grain and grass, he has to think of a little to get a little.

It's a pity that corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes are scattered all over the world, and they can't be found for a while.

If only there were, the bitter cold years would be less starvation.

Su Tan took the bamboo slip and read the book for a while, then he was a little bored, and he was playing with the back of the bamboo slip, drawing a pony for a while, and Wang Qian's beard for a while.

From time to time, I looked up at Ying Zheng and looked at his frowning brow when dealing with government affairs.

The political father, who has just become in power, is not so easy, and many things have to be thought about for a while before making a decision, and sometimes he will summon his courtiers to discuss.

He hoped that Daqin would be good, and that the Qianshou of this land would also be good.

Su Tan stared at his little fat sword, which was now placed in front of Yingzheng's several cases, and there was a small bow on the side.

It can be seen that his political father made it for him to play in his spare time.

Su Tan thought to himself, hoping that the papermaking technique would be successful, so that his father could really believe in him.

These materials are very common in Qindi, and can be found everywhere, whether it is star fruit branches or tree bark, there are many in villages and small rivers.

Success in papermaking is really important to him.

And when Ying Zheng was busy, he didn't notice him, so Su Tan was distracted, looking at the small bow on the table, trying to find evidence that Qin Shi Huang would love his young son.

But it is not in Fusu's memory, nor is it in historical records.

Su Tan raised his eyes thoughtfully to look at Yingzheng's side face, and when he saw him resting, he asked with a smile, "Does my father want tea?" ”

As soon as he spoke, he held the tea bowl in front of him and offered it with a smile.

Ying Zheng glanced at him and nodded casually.

Su Tan watched him take a few sips, and then lowered his head to deal with government affairs, and then followed to practice writing, the first emperor was so powerful and so diligent, what reason did he have to slack off.

But I don't know—

He was so self-disciplined at a young age, Qin Wangzheng saw it in his eyes, and his eyebrows moved slightly.