my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 445 Zhao Ying: If you do too much injustice, you will die.

Seeing that the old man Meng Wu was showing signs of going berserk, Old General Wang Jian smiled and straightened his expression.

"Don't be impatient - how old are you, and you still have such a short temper? If something happens, it's your turn and my turn to be anxious here?"

As he spoke, he pointed at it.

Meng Wu suddenly understood, slapped his thigh suddenly, and said with a big smile.

"I'm just saying, I'm just saying, there is something wrong with this matter at all. For such a big matter, the two people in the palace didn't react at all..."

After saying that, he pulled up a bench and sat down opposite Wang Jian. He grabbed the teapot and poured himself a cup. The old man drank on the ground.

"But, having said that, why does the eldest son have to come back at this juncture when he is such a smart and wise person? Isn't this causing trouble to the emperor's eldest grandson..."

Wang Jian pondered, put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at Meng Wu opposite, and said seriously.

"I don't know. But I feel that this is not an issue that we, as ministers, should consider."

Having said this, Wang Jian lifted up the teapot for the first time and poured a cup of tea for Meng Wu.

Wang Jian:......

Zhangtai Palace.

Zhao Ying nodded approvingly.

As the emperor's eldest grandson, after he supervised the country's governance, he made almost no adjustments to various personnel matters in the court. He only mentioned Zhang Liang, who was already used to it, to the position of Che Fu Ling.

"Your Highness, this is today's memorial. I have classified it according to priority according to the comments from the cabinet. Please take a look..."

Zhao Ying was very satisfied.

After saying that, he turned around and strode away.

"Do you think, based on the current situation, things can change? Just relax. Your Majesty and His Royal Highness, the Emperor's Grandson, naturally have their own considerations and arrangements. For those of us who are ministers, if we want to be rich and prosperous for a long time, the most important thing is The only thing you need to do is to abide by your duty..."

Mr. Yi looked at the several strong men standing in front of him with serious eyes.

Swearing angrily.

I have been fighting with this old guy all my life. When I reach my twilight years, I finally don’t have to fight anymore.

Watching their leaving figures, Mr. Yi couldn't help but stand up leisurely, put his hands behind his back, and looked in the direction of Zhangtai Palace.

"Your Highness, there have been constant movements over the past few days at Lord Donghai's residence. Do we really want to continue to watch? If the commotion gets too big, it may not end well..."

"The fun is finally about to begin..."

Xuanye nodded slightly.

"Mr. Hui, arrangements have been made. Before our people are ready, the eldest son will never be allowed to step into Xianyang..."

All things were taken care of in an orderly manner by Zhao Ying.

Fourth Young Master's Mansion.

"promise!"

Wang Jian cursed angrily.

After saying that, he grabbed a few tea leaves on the table, turned around and left.

"Have things been arranged properly?"

It can be considered a great blessing in life!

……

Although he was considered a close person to Zhao Ying, Zhang Liang seemed to adapt quickly. In just a few days, he was completely accustomed to the official position of Che Fu Ling.

Meng Wu:......

Several men took the order solemnly.

"It doesn't matter. Those who do evil will be punished by themselves. You can continue to make people pay attention to you..."

Seeing that Zhao Ying had already started reviewing today's memorial with a calm expression, Zhang Liang hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but remind him.

This position is humble and powerful.

Mr. Yi nodded.

"Meng, you old man, you are not a son of a man..."

"You old man, why did you suddenly tell me this today? Why shouldn't you be confronting me..."

"Old man Wang, don't you just have a good granddaughter? What's there to show off! I have five grandsons. In a few years, one person will give me three great-granddaughters, that's fifteen, haha—— You have the ability to let that bastard of yours give you a hard-fought life..."

Meng Wu raised his head in surprise.

"good!"

Zhang Liang, the commander of the Che Mansion who had just taken office, held a bunch of memorials and respectfully delivered them to Zhao Ying.

However, when he chased him out of the room, Meng Wu had already walked away. He stood at the door for a long time before he couldn't help but smile.

"Good! However, I don't care what means you use, but you must ensure the safety of the eldest son. Before he sets foot in Xianyang, I don't want any problems with his safety..."

When Zhao Ying heard this, he couldn't help but pause slightly with his hand movements.

"If you hadn't been so shameless about me every day, would I have had the time to deal with you, a vulgar and reckless man? Gungungun, my tea is the Yuqian tea that was roasted by the emperor's eldest grandson when he was in the south of the Yangtze River. Your Majesty’s side doesn’t have much—Nan’er specially asked for this for me, you old man, don’t waste it on me…”

……

"promise!"

Zhang Liang remained calm and bowed back.

Zhao Ying continued to review the memorials as if nothing had happened. Unlike the First Emperor, he had an amazing memory. It was like there was a database in his brain, and he knew the general situation of every place in the Qin Dynasty. Therefore, Processing of Qiuzhu is extremely fast.

With almost a glance, you can roughly judge whether the comments from the cabinet are reasonable.

Then quickly make your own judgments and comments.

Before noon, all the memorials for the day had been processed.

Then, he got up and walked leisurely to the back garden.

From a distance, I could see the First Emperor wearing ordinary clothes, like an old farmer in the countryside, arranging his three-quarter vegetable patch.

Queen Zheng on the side, also wearing a coarse hairpin skirt, squatted there and worked.

"Father, you are not very kind. How can you leave my eldest grandson, who is not yet underage, to work for you? It would be better for you to run here and be happy - eldest mother, are you right... "

As soon as he entered, Empress Zheng saw him. Seeing that he started making jokes about the emperor as soon as he came in, she immediately smiled and joked.

"Yes, yes, yes, go back and ask your eldest father to compensate you..."

The First Emperor stood up with his hand on his shoulder, turned to look at him and cursed with a smile.

"You have only been working for a few days, and you came to your eldest mother to complain - why, have you finished reviewing today's memorial?"

Zhao Ying smiled and nodded.

"It's over, how can I be like you, my eldest father, lying there every day, working day and night, exhausting myself half to death. As a master, you should learn to delegate power appropriately. How can you do everything yourself and perform duties on your behalf? Otherwise, our Daqin Why do we raise so many officials? We raise them so that they can do things for us."

The First Emperor glanced at him, found a nearby stone bench to sit down on, and asked casually.

"What if there are any gaps..."

Zhao Ying also smiled and pulled up a stone bench and came next to the First Emperor.

"If you do well, you will be promoted to a higher position. If you do not do well, you will be held accountable according to the law: you should be demoted, you should be exiled, you should be beheaded..."

The First Emperor looked at him and said seriously. "So what if you can hold yourself accountable afterwards, Ying'er, although I encouraged you to deal with it boldly before, allowed you to make mistakes, and then encouraged you to find ways to make up for it, that's because your eldest father has taken care of you, but now you He is the eldest grandson of the Emperor who oversees the country, and he will have to take over the responsibility of this country in the future. Every move involves so many people, how can it be like before?"

Looking at the emperor's eldest grandson who still had a childish look on his face, the First Emperor spoke earnestly and sincerely.

"As a king, you should naturally delegate power appropriately, but you should also be vigilant and cautious. If your momentary negligence leads to an irreparable mistake, what should you do? For example, the failure of a big battle, or the consequences of If a certain place is displaced, what can you do even if you kill the nine tribes responsible for the officials? Can the damage caused be recovered? Can the dead soldiers be resurrected..."

"Your Majesty, you should be a sacred weapon and bear the destiny of the sky. You must not be careless..."

Zhao Ying looked solemn and bowed.

"Thank you, Father, for your teachings..."

Seeing that he had listened, the First Emperor couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face, and waved his hand with a smile.

"You don't need to be under too much pressure. Just follow your ideas and let go. Father is with you for everything. I have been free recently and feel that my health is much better. I should be able to help you take care of you for a few more years..."

"Um--"

Zhao Ying nodded heavily.

"Father, you will definitely live a long life..."

After hearing this, the First Emperor couldn't help but laugh.

"There are a few old people in this world who live to be a hundred years old. If your fourth uncle cannot seek the elixir of immortality during this trip, I'm afraid my father's life span will only be a few years..."

"Big father..."

Zhao Ying also had to say that the First Emperor had already waved it off indifferently.

"Life and death are fateful. Before, I didn't dare to die because you were incompetent, so I tried every possible means to find the art of immortality. Now that you are here, even if I can't find the elixir of immortality, my uncle can close his eyes. , you don’t need to think of ways to comfort me..."

Zhao Ying:......

Looking at the indifferent-looking First Emperor, Zhao Ying swallowed the words quietly when he reached his lips.

On the contrary, it was the First Emperor who suddenly changed the subject.

"Over at your fourth uncle's house, you must be steady recently and don't act rashly..."

Zhao Ying hesitated.

"Uncle, Fourth Aunt still has room to take action at this time. If something changes, I'm worried that I won't be able to explain to Fourth Uncle..."

Empress Zheng also looked at the First Emperor with some worry.

"I shouldn't ask more about military and national affairs, but..."

Queen Zheng sighed softly.

She was worried that her stupid niece would sink deeper and deeper into the trap, and in the end there would be no room for turning back.

The First Emperor looked as usual.

"If not, how can we help Ying'er remove this cancer?"

After hearing what the First Emperor said, Empress Zheng sighed and said no more, while Zhao Ying silently bowed deeply to the First Emperor.

Lunch was eaten in Queen Zheng's palace.

Zhao Ying cooked himself and cooked two light side dishes.

Although their craftsmanship was no longer as good as that of the royal chef in the palace, the two old men enjoyed their meal very happily. No matter how delicious the food made by the royal chef in the palace, it could not compare to the filial piety of their own grandson.

After lunch, Zhao Ying said goodbye to Queen Zheng and walked to the Imperial Medical Center.

"Your Majesty, Zhang Wei, has met His Royal Highness the Emperor's Grandson——"

Seeing Zhao Ying coming, Zhang Wei, the new doctor of the imperial hospital, hurriedly led everyone to greet him.

Zhao Ying smiled and stretched out his hand to help.

"You don't need to be polite, I just came to take a look. I heard that our Imperial Medical Clinic has recently hired two new talents with superb medical skills from the private sector. I don't know which two they are..."

As soon as Zhao Ying finished speaking, two people stood out from the crowd.

"I have met His Royal Highness the Emperor's Grandson..."

Looking at the two people who were bowing and saluting, Zhao Ying could not help but narrow his eyes slightly. If there is something fishy about Xia Wuju's death, these two people may not be able to escape suspicion.

"Are you the shopkeeper Qian Miaoqian of Huichun Hall?"

Zhao Ying focused his attention on the fat old man on the right who looked quite kind.

"Back to Your Highness, it's the old man..."

Zhao Ying nodded and smiled kindly.

"I've heard that you are a master of medical skills, especially good at treating diseases of women and infants. You are known as a master of rejuvenation..."

Qian Miao bowed.

"I don't dare to be known as His Highness's Holy Hand. I've just been thinking about this for a long time and have some experience..."

This is just an ordinary old man.

Although he looked slightly nervous when he suddenly saw himself, there was nothing unusual about him.

Therefore, he smiled and encouraged me.

"The imperial court is planning to open a school to promote the knowledge of hundreds of schools of thought. Sir, he has hard-won medical skills. Why not take the time to write a book and go to the school to be a teacher who can teach, learn, and resolve doubts? You can also be famous in history and leave a legacy. Descendants..."

He really took a fancy to Qian Miao's medical skills.

In today's era, there are too few doctors who are proficient in gynecology and pediatrics, and those who can reach this level are even rarer. Although this person is quite suspicious, Zhao Ying really has a love for talents.

If this Qian Miao could really follow his advice and teach in a school, even if he came to the palace with ulterior motives, as long as he was not directly involved in Xia Wuji's case, he would be willing to turn a blind eye and close his eyes. One eye, give him a chance.

Even if they are not allowed to be killed, they have to be reused first.

As soon as these words came out, everyone including Doctor Zhang couldn't help but feel excited, with a trace of envy in their eyes. This was a good opportunity to write a book and leave a name in history.

Zhao Ying saw the flash of hesitation in Qian Miao's eyes.

But immediately, he bowed and bowed his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but I know that my medical skills are limited and I have not yet reached the stage of writing books or giving lectures. I dare not set an example for others..."

When Zhao Ying heard this, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He nodded slightly.

"good……"

Qian Miao bowed and stepped back, and then Zhao Ying turned his attention to the elegant and calm middle-aged man beside him.

"You are Dr. Yin? I heard that you are good at treating typhoid fever and plague. Although you live in seclusion on Zhongnan Mountain, you have survived countless people over the years, and you are praised as the Bian Que of the world..."

"I don't dare to praise His Highness. In fact, this villain only has a little knowledge of injuries and plagues..."

Yin Shitian spoke very little. After speaking, he slightly cupped his hands towards Zhao Ying and stepped aside. He had no intention of continuing to communicate with the emperor's eldest grandson.

Zhao Ying couldn't help but feel something in his heart.

This person's temperament is too stable and too familiar, because he has seen it in another person many times.

(End of this chapter)