my grandfather was qin shi huang

Seeing that Zhao Ying had already started to clear away the memorials on the table, the First Emperor couldn't help but waved his hand.

"Just put it down, there's no need to clean it up - now that you are the supervisor, you can just leave these trivial matters to your Che Fu Ling, or the chamberlain in the palace..."

Zhao Ying kept moving his hands and packed them up quickly.

"It won't delay anything—"

Saying that, he stood up and smiled.

"I'm helping you clean up your old habits. Some of you don't like others coming in and being an eyesore..."

When the First Emperor heard this, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head, and stopped caring about him. In fact, he also liked the atmosphere of only the grandfather and grandson in this hall, and felt very relaxed.

"Okay, I know you care about your Aweng, go ahead and see if you wake up from the wine..."

When mentioning this, the First Emperor waved his hands in disgust.

Zhao Ying responded with a smile, got up and walked to the side hall.

During the luncheon, I rushed to Xianyang to invite Fusu, the eldest son of the emperor's grandson. Looking at his heroic son and Aweng, who had an unbroken smile on his face, the last trace of confusion was completely gone.

At the banquet, the wine was almost dry, and before I knew it, I was extremely drunk.

He was placed in a side hall to rest by the First Emperor.

"Have seen His Highness——"

As soon as Zhao Ying approached, the guards on both sides came forward and saluted loudly.

"Has the eldest son ever woke up..."

Zhao Ying smiled gently and nodded slightly.

"Back to Your Highness, a chamberlain has just gone in to take care of you. I think the drunkenness should have almost sobered up by now..."

Perhaps he had already used the hangover soup and was almost sober. As soon as Zhao Ying walked into the door of the side hall, Fusu heard the movement and sat up under the service of the waiter on the side.

"Aweng, you're awake, how are you? Do you feel better..."

Seeing his son, who was already a full head taller than him without realizing it, standing in front of his bed with a concerned look on his face, Fusu couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

"Feel much better--"

Fusu stood up.

"It's never been better, it's never been so easy..."

Zhao Ying naturally knew why.

This tragic eldest son in his previous life no longer has to worry about the tyranny of the king, the inheritance of the country, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, or being unworthy of his father-in-law!
No need to think about anything again!

Now, all the barriers in his heart are gone, and he only needs to be the eldest son he likes, and he only needs to pursue his own way and practice his own way. That is enough.

As for the rest, leave it to your son who is better than yourself!
"I have a great son!"

Fusu raised his arm, trying to pat Zhao Ying's head out of habit, but found that he couldn't reach it, so he could only cough lightly, and patted Zhao Ying's arm without leaving any trace.

Zhao Ying said seriously.

"This child has a good father-in-law. Thanks to you this time, otherwise even if the eldest father had this idea, I would have to go through a lot of trouble..."

Fusu shook his head with some emotion.

"It's your own fault. Ah Weng, I just did what I should do. With you here, I think your eldest father doesn't have to work so hard every day..."

At this point, Fusu smiled.

"Aweng got a little carried away today and actually got drunk at your eldest father's place. You are done with your work, please wait here for me for a while. I will go and accuse your eldest father and we will go home..."

Speaking of which, I have been away from home for such a long time and have never been back home once!
Suddenly, I felt like I was returning home.

Fusu went to the main hall to say goodbye to the First Emperor. Zhao Ying did not follow him, but stood outside the main hall and waited. Soon he saw Fusu walking out of the main hall with red eyes.

Zhao Ying looked away very wisely. When he turned around again, the eldest son had already restored his gentle and jade-like smile.

"Let's go home!"

……

Within the main hall.

Seeing that the First Emperor finally looked away from the backs of the eldest son and the emperor's grandson, Hei smiled.

"The eldest son knows how to sympathize with His Majesty after all..."

"That idiot..."

The First Emperor snorted coldly with a look of disgust, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth could not hide his mood at this time. Naturally, Hei would not expose the First Emperor, but brought up another matter based on the situation.

"His Royal Highness is also a person who values ​​affection and justice. Just now, Hei Bingtai said that the emperor's eldest grandson had someone give Mrs. Zheng some advice after all..."

Listen to Hei Yuan's original description.

The First Emperor's nose was not a nose, and he snorted coldly.

"I also specifically told him not to be merciful. This bitch has the kindness of a woman after all!"

However, he didn't say anything else after scolding him.

He knew the nature of his grandson, and such behavior was not unexpected at all. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew very well that maybe this was the answer he really wanted.

When did I start to become so soft-hearted?

The First Emperor frowned subconsciously.

But soon, his attention was attracted by the footsteps at the door of the hall.

"Your Majesty, Zhuo Pei, the head of the Zhuo family in Hedong, came to the palace to see your Majesty. He said he had an auspicious gift!"

The head of the Zhuo family, would you like to offer some auspiciousness?
The First Emperor frowned slightly, and subconsciously flashed the image of the obese young man in his mind. He could not help but nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Xuan——"

"Caomin Zhuo Pei, see your majesty!"

Zhuopei's belly was almost falling, and he bowed with some difficulty. Standing in the position of the First Emperor, he was like a round meat ball trying to roll forward.

He tugged the corners of his mouth desperately, then calmed down his tone, smiled gently and waved his hand.

"No need to be polite, I heard that you want to offer auspiciousness..."

"Your Majesty, to be precise, it is His Royal Highness, the eldest grandson of the Emperor of the Cao Min Dynasty, to offer auspicious auspiciousness..."

When the First Emperor heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. But he saw that Zhuo Pei over there had bowed down again and said respectfully.

"Since the beginning of the year, the common people have been following the orders of His Highness and working with the two stewards of His Highness's residence, Zhao Gao and Zhou Yin, to develop the method of fine steel forging and salt water quenching. Now they have finally succeeded."

Having said this, even though Zhuo Pei was calm-minded, he still couldn't help but feel a little bit excited.

"Iron weapons forged in this way can be called magical weapons. They can blow hair and break hair, and cut iron like mud!"

The First Emperor almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"What did you just say? The forged iron weapons can be called magical weapons?"

Today, the weapons and armor of the Qin Dynasty are still mainly bronze.

Da Qin's bronze forging technology has reached an extremely high level, and the weapons it forged will be amazing even in later generations. But this also caused an extreme shortage of bronze in the Qin Dynasty.

It’s not that no one has tried to use iron as a substitute, but the weapons made of iron are simply not useful and can only be used to make simple farm tools, as well as the iron pots that have just become popular in the past two years.

When Zhuo Pei saw the First Emperor's question, he couldn't help but raise his head. He was so fat that only a slit was left for his eyes, which seemed to have light. (End of chapter)