my grandfather was qin shi huang

Fortunately, Zhao Ying, who was on the side, noticed his embarrassment and stepped forward with a smile.

"Aweng, let's go home first, it's not the place to talk outside..."

Fusu then nodded and smiled.

"Let's go home first -"

After entering the house, Fusu realized that his old mother was also at home. He was surprised and happy, and he quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Children, please give your regards to the queen——"

"Get flat—"

Looking at her eldest son, who was obviously much darker and thinner, Empress Zheng couldn't help but feel distressed with red circles in her eyes.

"You kid, why were you so stubborn? Back then..."

Empress Zheng complained a few words, but seeing her daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law surrounding her, she swallowed her words.

"It seems that you have suffered a lot in Shangjun. Now, it will be great if you come back. It will be great if you come back..."

Fusu originally wanted to explain that he came back this time just to complete the last thing on his mind and would soon return to Shangjun. However, seeing Empress Zheng's attitude at this time, he quietly swallowed the words on his lips, so Tsukuru smiled easily.

"Mother is worried. In fact, apart from being a little colder and more windy and sandy than ours in Xianyang, Shangjun is not bad at all. Compared with Xianyang, it is much cleaner. It is really not a hardship..."

As he spoke, he gestured with his arms.

"Mother, you see, during the time I was here, my body and bones became much stronger than before. Not only can I shoot a strong bow and ride a strong horse, I can even eat a lot longer..."

Empress Zheng saw that her body was indeed more energetic than before, and the look on her face became slightly better.

When the family sat down, Wang Nan and several other daughters-in-law came over, and then came over to give gifts to Fusu respectively. Although he was quite disapproving of his sons marrying one after another, Fusu would not be interested in these daughters-in-law. Their expressions and attitudes were very gentle, and they nodded and returned the favor one by one, even the few concubines who had always had no special presence in the house were no exception.

Fusu returned home.

The empress came in person again, so naturally a lot of delicacies were prepared at the eldest son's house. Zhao Ying greeted Empress Zheng and Fu Su, and then volunteered to go to the kitchen to prepare food and wine for his father.

Fusu finally came back from Shangjun. He wanted to have a good communication with his eldest son and teach him some principles of benevolence in government and treating the people well. How could he want him to cook for him?

However, before he could say anything to persuade him to stay, the people from Zhao Ying's side had disappeared!
"You don't have to worry about him. This kid is just filial. You can't persuade him!"

Seeing her eldest grandson running away quickly, Empress Zheng couldn't help but praise her sincerely.

"You don't know that during the period when you left Xianyang, he has been insisting on cooking for you Aweng in person every day, rain or shine, almost without interruption - you Aweng is so picky about his The rice is full of praise..."

"I'm worried that you, Aweng, may be injured by sitting for a long time, so I go to the palace early every morning to exercise with you, Aweng..."

Listening to his grandmother's rambling narration, Fusu felt ashamed and moved at the same time.

When I left Xianyang, I just gave the instructions casually, but I didn't expect that this child would take it so seriously.

No, he did a lot better than his own son!

What a good and obedient boy!

If you have a son like this, what else can you ask for?
It’s not in vain that I have gone through this journey for him in person!
For a moment, even the thought of asking someone to call Zhao Ying back disappeared.

Zhao Ying naturally didn't know that Fusu still had so many inner dramas.

Although he had a lot of exchanges with Fusu through letters, when he really had to face Fusu, a cheap dad, Zhao Ying really didn’t have much to talk about and didn’t know what to say, so he just made an excuse to cook for his Aweng himself. , I did my best to be a filial son, hiding in the kitchen and not going out.

Well, what to cook--

Of course it’s meat!

In this era, although the Hexi Corridor was opened and the Western Regions were conquered, the vegetables on the dining table were still very popular. Many vegetables that were common in later generations were still not introduced to the Central Plains.

What the nobles could choose were mainly various kinds of meat.

In addition to the original sunflowers, hyacinths, scallions, onions, and leeks, there are also soybean sprouts, mung bean sprouts, mushrooms, tofu, and spinach and coriander that were recently introduced from the Western Regions after Zhao Ying traveled through the world. thing.

The young master is personally watching over the kitchen. How can the chef in the kitchen dare to slack off? They all wish they could put out all their energy and make a splash one by one.

Zhao Ying naturally didn't know that his arrival had put such great pressure on these chefs. Later, seeing the steward bending down to accompany him, he casually grabbed a stool and walked outside the kitchen. He sat down at a pavilion, held his head, and squinted his eyes slightly.

In my mind, I was silently sorting out the major events of the past few days.

In the past few days since his return, he naturally knew about his fourth aunt's troubles, and he also naturally knew that his fourth aunt's magical operations had filled both of his subordinates with a lot of "talents."

Now, Han Xin's troops have arrived in Xianyang, but there has been no movement from Xiang Yu's side. This makes him feel a little worried, and even vaguely regrets that he transferred Cao Shen from Xiang Yu back to Xianyang so early.

Xiang Yu's combat prowess is unparalleled. He is definitely a master at opening up territories and attacking enemies. He plays an extremely important role in his future plans. He really doesn't want anything unexpected to happen to Xiang Yu.

Thinking about how he should help him if something really happened.

Just as he was lost in thought, he heard rapid footsteps coming from the courtyard door. When he turned around, he saw that it was Zhang Liang. He was slightly startled and stood up immediately.

"Zifang, how did you find this place..."

"Your Highness, Your Majesty has arrived..."

Zhang Liang walked to Zhao Ying and stood in front of him, bowing respectfully and saluting.

Although he now has his own official title and his own residence, he has always regarded himself as a personal follower of Zhao Ying and has never moved out of Zhao Ying's residence.

After leaving the palace, he will follow Zhao Ying back.

If Zhao Ying hadn't come back from the palace early today, he would not have been an exception. But precisely because he was so late, he caught up with the First Emperor's car...

It can be regarded as a trick of fate.

A few years ago, he wanted to assassinate the First Emperor, but he only dared to have someone throw a big iron spine at the First Emperor's car from so far away. Then, he didn't even dare to look at it. Now, he doesn't want to assassinate the First Emperor. Instead, he got the opportunity to drive beside the First Emperor.

Zhao Ying:......

Ah, this is even coming after my family——

It seemed that he had underestimated the position of his cheap father in the heart of the First Emperor!

"Come on, come with me -"

Having said this, Zhao Ying walked away, giving random instructions as he walked.

"Your Majesty will probably leave some food at home tonight, and you will stay with me then..."

"No!" Zhang Liang bowed and responded, then followed Zhao Ying and walked quickly to the front yard.

Zhao Ying saw from a distance that the First Emperor had already sat down in the hall with Hei, and Fusu, the eldest son, was accompanying him sideways. He didn't know what he was talking about, but looking at the look on the Emperor's face, He seemed quite satisfied and would nod slightly from time to time.

"...So, I think Shangjun has great potential. I am confident that within ten years, Shangjun will be built into another land of plenty for our Daqin..."

Before Zhao Ying arrived, he heard Fusu's confident words. Hearing this, he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and glanced meaningfully at his cheap dad who had just returned from Shangjun.

Obviously, the First Emperor was also quite surprised.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look deeply at his eldest son.

"Have you ever thought about it clearly? If you don't stay this time and want to come back again, I'm afraid you really don't know when it will be -"

Having said this, the First Emperor paused slightly.

"Actually, you can stay in Xianyang when you come back this time. I think Ying'er won't mind either..."

At this time, Fusu had caught a glimpse of Zhao Ying walking into the courtyard quickly from the corner of his eyes. He was just slightly startled, then quickly withdrew his gaze, bowed slightly towards the First Emperor, and subconsciously lowered his voice.

"My child has made up his mind, please ask Aweng to make it come true——"

The First Emperor didn't speak, just stared at him. Seeing that Zhao Ying was almost outside the door, he nodded slightly.

"Okay, since you have made up your mind, I will follow your will..."

Fusu bowed deeply.

"Thank you Aweng for making it possible——"

Although the two men spoke in deliberately lowered voices, Zhao Ying's senses were so keen that he could clearly hear what the father and son were talking about.

But what can he, a grandson, say about this kind of topic?
Therefore, he just pretended that he did not hear, and as soon as he entered the door, he smiled and bowed to the First Emperor and Hei.

"I've met my eldest father, I've met Mr. Hei——"

Black quickly stepped aside and bowed in return.

"I don't dare. I'm going to pay your respects to His Highness..."

The First Emperor smiled and waved his hand.

"When I was in the palace just now, I was telling Mr. Hei that when you go back, you brat, you will definitely cook delicious food yourself. How about it? You guessed it right..."

Zhao Ying couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and joked quite casually.

"So, eldest father, you are here just to get a job, right?"

Fusu's eyelids jumped when he saw that his son dared to talk and laugh like this in front of his grandson. Just when he was about to stand up and scold him, he saw that his old father had already laughed and accepted the words. past.

"You brat, don't try to get away with it. I'll deal with you later when I'm full. How dare you do such a big thing behind my back..."

After saying that, he raised his face seriously and looked at Zhao Ying with a half-smile. He was obviously enjoying it, and it was not the first time. He immediately sat down and closed his mouth in a wise manner.

Zhao Ying:......

He was really confused.

"Father, what have I done..."

Seeing that this brat was still confused, the First Emperor couldn't help but smile. He turned to look at Hei. Hei then smiled and took a long and narrow wooden box from the tables on the side and placed it on the tables in front of Zhao Ying. , open gently.

Zhao Ying just glanced at it, and his eyes lit up with a hint of surprise.

"Tang——cough, Qin Hengdao!"

Surprised, he almost said it.

Unexpectedly, in just a few months, Zhao Gao and Zhou Yin had already created the Great Qin version of the Tang Hengdao. Of course, it was now the Qin Hengdao!
As for why it didn't appear in front of him first, but in front of the First Emperor first, with his current political wisdom, he naturally understood the intentions of these subordinates in an instant.

I deliberately got stuck at this critical node to add fuel to my fire!

He no longer thought about the little thoughts of his men. He looked at the simple Qin Hengdao in front of him and couldn't wait to know their quality and heat.

Without saying anything, he stretched out his hand, took it out, and then, with a squeaking sound, he pulled out the horizontal knife in front of the First Emperor.

His move frightened Fusu enough, but when he looked back, the First Emperor didn't even raise his eyelids. Instead, he leaned forward happily and almost put his head in front of Zhao Ying. He suddenly lost it. A sudden interest.

It seems that the relationship between his son and his grandson is far beyond his imagination.

I'm afraid that even this time, if I don't take the initiative to come back and ask His Majesty to establish the emperor's grandson, my father will find a way to bypass his eldest son and install his bastard son as the emperor's grandson!
When he thought of this, Fusu felt very sad.

Subconsciously, he glanced at his eldest son and found that this guy didn't even bother to touch him. He was looking at the weird long sword in his hand that he called "Qin Hengdao"...

Fusu:......

Why do I suddenly feel a little redundant?

Zhao Ying looked at the Hengdao in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became. Now his vision was no longer comparable to that in his previous life. Just by holding it in his hand, he already knew that this was definitely a qualified magic weapon.

He simply stood up, walked to the center of the hall, showed his posture, held a sword in his arm, and showed off a set of military sword skills.

His sword skills are not that great, but his physical fitness has already reached an extremely astonishing level. Any weapon or move in his hands will burst out with astonishing power.

Every strike of the sword was like thunder. Soon, Zhao Ying was surrounded by a dazzling sword light. Hei who looked at it could not help but feel frightened and couldn't help but cheer loudly.

"Cai! Your Highness is good at swordsmanship——"

Zhao Ying then stopped his sword and stood there laughing.

"It made Mr. Hei laugh..."

He knew his own affairs, and his sword skills were not very good at all. It was just that his speed and strength were far superior to others. If he really talked about sword skills, he might not be as good as the old man in front of him.

He immediately put away the knife and put it aside, then looked at the First Emperor with a smile.

"It's not that I deliberately concealed my eldest father, but I didn't expect that they worked so hard and made the Qin Hengdao into a real thing so quickly..."

The First Emperor said that he wanted to deal with him. He was just joking at first, and he didn't really care about it. However, like a curious baby, he asked his grandson how he thought of making such a horizontal sword.

Regarding this, Zhao Ying already had a suspicion in his mind. Just as he was about to explain, he suddenly saw the guards at home walking over in a hurry. (End of chapter)