my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 510 Hei: Your Majesty, please forgive me! (Thank you for your monthly ticket support!)
The Eighteenth Young Master's Mansion.

Hu Hai, who was leaning on the couch and watching his wife teaching their two children to read, suddenly felt a chill running down his spine and shivered uncontrollably.

Subconsciously tightening his clothes.

His wife noticed something unusual about him and turned her head with a concerned expression.

"Husband, what's going on..."

Hu Hai rubbed his nose inexplicably.

"Just now, I suddenly felt a little chilly..."

When his wife heard this, she immediately put down the book in her hand, walked up to him, and reached out to touch his forehead. In this day and age, getting cold is no joke.

Seeing that his body temperature was normal, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But he still didn't dare to be careless and said warmly.

After saying that, he found his position very skillfully, pulled out the chair and sat down. Then, with a slight cough, he turned around and waved to the maid beside him.

When Zhao Ying brought Zhui Gu back home, it was already dusk and the lanterns were starting to turn on.

"Your Highness, you are back. The young master and his wife are waiting for you in the front hall..."

As for the other wives and concubines?

He couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed and said hello pretending to be calm.

"you--"

"So everyone is here. Have you eaten yet?"

"Okay, tell me to go down and serve the food quickly..."

Although this matter is not his fault, in the final analysis, he has to eat the meat from the pot.

After dinner, Zhao Ying didn't explain much. He made an excuse and got up and went to the backyard. Some things don't need to be explained to others, but Wang Nan can't pretend to be deaf and dumb.

It was Wang Nan who insisted on breastfeeding the child by himself, otherwise he would no longer have to do it himself.

When Zhao Ying walked into the hall, he found that his father Fusu, mother Mi Ji, and several wives and concubines except Wang Nan and Yu Ji who were in confinement were there.

Here, Yu Ji has not yet given birth, and Wang Nan, the emperor's grandson whom the matchmaker is marrying, has just given birth, and here she is anxious to marry the granddaughter of the Taiwei family. It is a bit unjustifiable.

Having said this, he did not forget to glare at Fusu.

"Ying'er, why are you so tired today—"

Fu Su and Mi Ji didn't attack. Although Li Shu knew that Zhao Ying was playing a trick, she couldn't expose it in person, so she could only glare at him secretly. Zhao Ying ate with a shy face, pretending not to notice.

Wang Nan gently put down the child, then turned around and looked at Zhao Ying who looked ashamed.

She slept very sweetly there, and while sleeping, she made sucking movements, and her little mouth moved, looking particularly cute.

Even Li Shu, the concubine, didn't speak. How could they have any qualifications to speak?

Just as Zhao Ying was about to explain, Wang Nan had already gently shook his head.

"Nan'er, I..."

Although the child was only two days old, his features were very clean and he had a big appetite. It had only been a few days, and Wang Nan was already running out of milk alone. Empress Zheng had already personally identified several wet nurses. , ready at home at any time.

"Nan'er..."

……

"Husband, maybe you caught a cold when you went out today. Why don't I have someone cook you a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold..."

Looking at his son who was so tired after working all day, Fusu couldn't help but feel soft in his heart. He had been holding back his anger all afternoon, and as soon as it reached his mouth, he swallowed it down subconsciously.

The problem is, the timing isn't right.

Zhao Ying had no choice but to shut up, sit down on the edge of the bed, and watch his child sucking milk in silence.

This is simply baffling.

Speaking of which, as the emperor's grandson, Zhao Ying was naturally not a big deal, let alone asking for one. Even marrying ten or eight more people was not a big deal.

When Zhao Ying entered, Wang Nan was breastfeeding the child. When he saw him coming in, he slightly pulled the brocade quilt on his body and made a silencing gesture to him.

Zhao Ying nodded slightly, his face as gentle as usual.

Seeing that her son was so tired, Mi Ji had already forgotten that she and her daughters-in-law shared the same enemy and wanted to fight against her bastard son for them.

The little guy goes to bed after eating.

Mi Ji felt a little sorry for her son, half concerned and half complaining.

I don’t know why, but after drinking the ginger soup, I still felt panicked, so I simply went to bed early.

Zeng, the steward of the mansion, had already been waiting outside the gate of the mansion. When he saw him coming back, he hurriedly came forward to greet him and helped him lead the horse diligently and thoughtfully. The boy beside him also went over and took the reins of the horse from Zhuigu's hand.

Then, he leaned back in the chair with a tired look on his face.

Fusu:......

Hu Hai wanted to say no, but the feeling just now was really evil, and he still feels chilly in his heart, so when he said it, it became a good word again.

"No matter how busy you are with government affairs, you still have to take care of yourself..."

"You don't have to explain it to me. I've heard that if a ruler doesn't keep secrets, his ministers will lose, if ministers don't keep secrets, they will lose themselves, and if a few things are not kept secret, it will cause harm. Now that you are the grandson of the emperor, you must get used to these principles of being a ruler... "

Zhao Ying:......

Looking at Wang Nan's increasingly rounded face, Zhao Ying couldn't help but be moved. This smart woman must have smelled something unusual. He couldn't help but stretched out his big hand and gently held Wang Nan's small hand.

Wang Nan turned sideways and leaned his head on Zhao Ying's arms.

"I know, it's enough that you have me in your heart..."

Zhao Ying felt warm in his heart, surrounded by an emotion he had never had before, and he gently stroked Wang Nan's hair.

"Nan'er, I will never let you down in this life..."

In the room, the tallow candle beeped, casting the shadows of the two people into silhouettes on the window.

Wang Nan had just given birth, so it was naturally impossible for Zhao Ying to stay at Wang Nan's side. After chatting with Wang Nan for a while, seeing that Wang Nan was getting sleepy, he stood up and left consciously.

Yu'er, this little guy, has a huge appetite and needs to breastfeed several times a night. In the past few days, Wang Nan has not slept well at night. Today, because of Zhao Ying's marriage to Wei Weiyang, the house is noisy. She There was something on my mind and I didn't sleep well. At this time, my mind relaxed and I naturally felt sleepy.

After leaving Wang Nan's room, he went to Yu Ji's room to have a look.

However, nothing was explained.

On the contrary, the little girl Pan'er has become more and more interesting after these few days.

Carved in pink and jade, wearing a bellyband embroidered with gold, he was kicking his fleshy little arms and legs, enjoying himself. His big black eyes would squint from time to time, staring at the old man Zhao Ying. Father laughs.

It made Zhao Ying feel inexplicably much more relaxed. After playing with his daughter for a while, Zhao Ying walked out of Yu Ji's room.

However, he did not go to the rooms of other wives and concubines, but went straight to his study. Looking at Zhao Ying's back as he strode away, many people couldn't help but let out a faint sigh through the window.

Zhao Ying may have heard it, or he may not have heard it.

There was no hesitation in his footsteps.

After returning to his study, Jing suddenly appeared in front of him quietly.

The flickering candlelight made Zhao Ying's face flicker, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

"General Jing, can I trust you?"

He didn't even hesitate at all, he just prostrated himself to the ground in awe.

"I am willing to die for His Highness——"

Zhao Ying nodded slightly.

Although Jing was born in Heibingtai and has inextricable ties with Heibingtai, over time, he has become one of his most trustworthy confidants.

Many shady things are handled secretly by this person.

After all, in terms of ability and means, the new batch of people he trained are not enough to stand alone.

In the study.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting the faces of the master and servant.

Soon, Jing walked out of Zhao Ying's study with a solemn expression and quietly blended into the night.

Zhao Ying walked out of the room and stood on the steps, quietly looking at the swaying shadows of the trees in the yard and the bright and clear sky beyond.

After more than two thousand years, the starry sky here is brighter, more brilliant, and colder than in later generations.

"I just hope that everything is nothing but mediocrity..."

If possible, he would never take the last step and get the blood of his relatives on his hands.

After Jing left, Gai Nie, who was carrying a big sword on his back, and Xiaoyaosheng, who had been following Gai Nie and served as the assistant instructor of the personal soldiers, also came hand in hand. Soon, the two people quietly retreated and disappeared into the night. middle.

Once the First Emperor really collapses, he will unceremoniously strangle all the signs of self-correcting power in history in the cradle!
Never hesitate!

no matter who!

No matter what changes and reactions it will cause.

The worst outcome could not be worse than the future. At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

……

Regarding the fact that Zhao Ying suddenly wants to marry another wife, the happiest person in the family is probably the younger sister Zhao Xi. When she heard that her eldest brother was marrying a new wife, this girl happily jumped up and down in the yard, carrying a stone lock that weighed 100 kilograms.

The servants and guards were so shocked that they all ran away, fearing that if the young lady accidentally lost her hand and hit her, they would really have no choice but to be unlucky.

Although people in the mansion had different thoughts about Zhao Ying's wedding, they all started to get busy from early the next morning. The court even sent Langzhong Ling Ji Chao, Doctor Wang Xing, and Umpire Cong to the mansion in person to help with the arrangements.

His son wanted to marry a wife, and he was marrying the granddaughter of the current Taiwei family. As Aweng's eldest son, Fusu naturally couldn't ignore her. In fact, not only could he not ignore her, he was also very busy.

Because this marriage was relatively hasty, he, as an old father, had to complete all the procedures within one day.

Then, all the wedding invitations need to be sent out according to the degree of proximity and title. Fortunately, he did not need to do these things personally, and he did not need to greet Chen Ping, the imperial censor, Cao Shen, the cabinet minister, Zhang Liang, the commander of the Che Mansion, Xiang Yu, who was still staying in Xianyang and served as the colonel of Emperor Zhao Ying's grandson, and others. A series of cronies, including Zhan Shifan Zeng and others from the emperor's grandson's house, spontaneously came to the house to help take care of it.

What is more surprising is that among the group of people who came, in addition to Zhao Ying's cronies, there was also a rather surprising figure, that is, the former King of Chu's grandson and now the admonishing doctor Xiong Xin.

The former Prince of Chu's grandson didn't care about the strange looks from others, he was busy in the house and acted very hard.

In fact, the 18th Young Master Hu Hai also arrived early in the morning, but he looked a little dark under the eyes and a little depressed.

I don't know why, but last night, he always felt frightened and couldn't sleep well. He tossed and turned for most of the night, and finally fell asleep. Who knows, he woke up again early in the morning.

After I woke up, I couldn't fall asleep again.

Nothing happened, so I just rushed over early.

However, when he saw Zhao Ying now, he felt a little inexplicable. Therefore, after he went to the door, he wanted to sneak into Zhang Liang and others' team to fill up the number. Anyway, he would not be needed for anything. He, the eighteenth son who was an uncle, ran the errands himself.

Who would have known that as soon as he entered the door, before he could exchange greetings with others, Zhao Ying personally invited him in to have tea with the eldest son Fusu and Zongzheng Yingxi who came to help.

He was immediately flattered.

The eyes he looked at Zhao Ying had a somewhat flattering look.

Zhao Ying did not accompany them here. After bringing Hu Hai in, he followed the officials of the court and left quickly. As today's protagonist, he had to go through all the procedures with the doctor Ling Fu Xiu who acted as the matchmaker.

Very busy.

Busier than being a groom’s official in later generations——

Although there was a group of people helping him, there were some things that he didn't have to worry about, but he had to be there.

It was in this atmosphere that the memorial jointly signed by Wang Li and Xiao He was placed on the desk of the First Emperor at the same time as Liu Bang's petition to send troops to the west.

The First Emperor was silent for a long time, and then he stood up and walked to the huge map of the country, mountains and country.

The gaze starts from Xianyang, extends to Wuwei, and then moves from Wuwei to the high bulge in the distance. It was really an extremely vast land, with seemingly endless mountains and rivers. Some of the peaks were dotted with paint that symbolized the white snow.

His eyes were very calm, as deep as the sea, without any fluctuations. After a long time, he moved his eyes away from the plateau over there, across Congling, across Dawan, and looked towards the more distant west and the large area in the south. Large tracts of land.

That land is crisscrossed by rivers, so it should be fertile land, right?
I remember Ying'er said that there was gold everywhere, and even one acre of land could produce dozens of stones of crops, which could be eaten by people.

"What a pity - even if you give me another twenty years, no, even if you give me another ten years!"

There was finally a trace of undetectable regret in his eyes.

Manpower cannot equal destiny.

He couldn't help but let out a long breath, and suddenly felt an itch in his heart, followed by another violent cough, which made his face turn red and his chest hurt, before he managed to calm down.

Hearing the movements of the First Emperor, Hei quickly approached, a hint of unnoticeable worry flashing in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, do you want to send an imperial physician..."

The First Emperor managed to regain his composure, waved his hand, and glanced at the Black Controller with an indifferent expression.

"Is there any news about the elixir that people are looking for..."

The black figure couldn't help but tremble slightly.

After a long time, he lowered his head and knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me..."

(End of this chapter)