my grandfather was qin shi huang

On the first day of his wedding, the eldest grandson rushed to the palace to exercise with his eldest father. As an eldest father, what else could he say?

What's more, he was already prepared to start boxing seriously from today on.

But the fact is that his body was in worse condition than he expected. After just half a circle, he felt weak, short of breath, tight in his chest, and itchy in his throat. He had to stop and hold on to the rockery next to him. , let out a violent cough.

He coughed until his face turned red.

Zhao Ying hurriedly stepped forward, held the First Emperor's arm, stretched out his right hand, and gently patted his back.

"Father, how are you? I'll call the medical officer now..."

The First Emperor took a deep breath, calmed down, then stood up straight, waved his hand casually, and broke away from Zhao Ying's support.

"It's okay, no need. I may have been unable to catch my breath just now. The medical officer in the palace has already prescribed some medicine. I'll just drink it later and be fine. You guys practice first. I'll take a rest here. …”

But, who can continue to practice this?
He turned around and walked to the nearest pavilion and sat down. When he looked back, he saw Zhao Ying and Empress Zheng still looking at him with worried faces. The First Emperor waved to them again.

Signaling them to continue.

Zhao Ying hesitated for a moment, then turned around, first gave Wei Weiyang a comforting look, and then smiled and said to Queen Zheng.

"Okay, then let's practice first and show it to the eldest father..."

Although Empress Zheng felt a little flustered and uneasy, she felt a little calmer after seeing that the First Emperor seemed to be fine and her eldest grandson did not show any obvious abnormalities.

Even so, after a set of Tai Chi, I felt a little absent-minded. A set of boxing techniques that I was quite proficient in, suddenly made a few mistakes. After a set of punches, none of the three of them had the intention to continue practicing.

Looking at Wei Weiyang who was following Zhao Ying, the First Emperor smiled gently.

"Yes, this Tai Chi practice has a certain charm. It is soft, round, and natural. It looks more like Ying'er..."

Wei Weiyang received the First Emperor's praise, her pretty face turned red, and she secretly twirled her little fingers with some embarrassment.

"I made my father laugh..."

Wei Weiyang originally wanted to say goodbye and go back, but the First Emperor and Empress Zheng were very gentle and left the meal.

Nowadays, the breakfast in the palace has become very rich.

There are all kinds of pickles, soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, sesame cakes, flower rolls, thousand-layer cakes prepared by Zhao Ying based on some recipes he saw in his previous life, very sticky millet and wolfberry porridge, lotus seed soup, and the Emperor's favorite. Fish Ball.

Sprinkle with a little coriander and you have a fragrant, smooth and delicious breakfast.

Even Wei Weiyang, who was a little reserved when entering the palace for the first time, made an exception and ate an extra bowl.

As for Zhao Ying, he is happy with anything.

Even the imperial chef in the palace has become accustomed to his taste. Whenever the emperor's grandson dines in the palace, meat will be served, whether it is steamed bowls, braised in braised sauce, or large bones stewed with old wild ginseng. On the basin.

Empress Zheng was particularly fond of her grandson's new granddaughter-in-law. After dinner, seeing that the First Emperor did not need her to take care of her, she took Wei Weiyang to her residence to chat.

Zhao Ying stood up directly, preparing to go to the front hall to handle today's government affairs, which made the First Emperor laugh and curse.

"You brat, I've never seen you like this. You just got married and came out to show off. For those who don't know, you would think that I, the eldest father, would treat you so harshly..."

Zhao Ying couldn't help laughing.

"Come here, how can there be any reason to go in vain? Besides, when I finish my work, I will go back with Yang'er..."

The First Emperor smiled and shook his head.

Seeing that Zhao Ying had already walked to the door, he hesitated for a moment, as if he had suddenly thought of something, and stopped Zhao Ying casually.

"A few days ago, I heard your eldest mother talking about how that girl Zhao Zhi is now several months pregnant. Over in Wuwei, after all, the conditions in the new building are a little worse, which is not conducive to recuperation-"

"What the Great Father means is..."

Zhao Ying looked at the First Emperor.

"I think what your eldest mother said makes sense. After all, your third uncle only has a girl like this, and General Wang's family only has a grandson like Wang Li. There is something wrong with always staying in Wuwei - Let's do this. After you go back, ask the cabinet to write an edict to transfer Wang Li back. As for his position..."

The First Emperor paused slightly and waved his hand casually.

"Lieutenant Zhang Xun reported illness yesterday, and I'm afraid he will have to rest for some time. Wang Li has followed you to pacify Mobei and Yuezhi, and has performed well in Wuwei, so let him take the lead temporarily... "

Zhao Ying was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, just follow what the great father said..."

After coming out of the back hall, Zhao Ying's expression couldn't help but become more solemn.

Tiao Wangli returned to Xianyang and guarded the capital.

The implication of this made him feel very heavy in his heart. Has the matter really become this serious?

……

Time is like a dilapidated old waterwheel. Although it is dilapidated, it still creaks and moves forward meticulously and unstoppably.

Today, the First Emperor made an exception and did not appear in the side hall where he reviewed memorials. Zhao Ying felt empty all day long, as if something was missing in his heart.

It was not that he had never thought about what would happen to him one day when the First Emperor was gone.

Can we free our hands and speed up the march of history into the city?

However, once this day really got closer, he felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart. Hei Lao, who always liked to be around his eldest father, did not show up either.

However, when he went to the harem to pick up Weiyang, he saw the shadow of the First Emperor, and it seemed to be no different from the past.

He was standing on the steps under the setting sun with his hands behind his back, looking at the distant scenery. From his position, he could overlook almost half of Xianyang City.

Seeing Zhao Ying coming over, he turned around slightly.

"Father, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Ying walked over with a relaxed look and said hello with a smile.

"Look at my empire..."

The First Emperor stood sideways under the orange sunset, with a gentle smile and a hint of expectation in his tone.

Zhao Ying walked to him very skillfully and stood side by side with him. He squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the overlapping palaces in front of him and the row upon row of houses further away.

"My great father's country is picturesque——"

Having said this, Zhao Ying turned around with a smile and looked at the Shi Huangdi, who had turned white at the temples, with a very affirmative tone.

"Moreover, my father's empire will become bigger, more beautiful, and more stable - you will take good care of your health, and you will definitely see with your own eyes how great our Daqin will be. dynasty……"

The First Emperor smiled and nodded, with a trace of indescribable relief on his brows.

"Okay, dad is waiting..."

……

On the day Wang Li was transferred to the capital and Lieutenant Quan Zhi's edict was about to be issued, the imperial court received a memorial signed by Wang Li and Xiao He requesting to send troops to Tibet.

Zhao Ying stared at the memorial in front of him for a long time, and finally buttoned it up silently. "Your Highness, is the transfer edict still issued?"

Zhang Liang couldn't guess what Zhao Ying was thinking. Seeing that he didn't make any comment, he couldn't help but ask for instructions.

Zhao Ying nodded.

"Let it be sent out immediately——"

After thinking for a while, he added another sentence.

"ASAP……"

"promise!"

Unlike the much-anticipated Wang Li transfer order, the order to transfer the deputy general under the command of the former Yanbei County Governor Xiang Yu to the guard order was almost silent. Except for his immediate superior, guard Chen Jie, it caused almost no ripples.

The Guard Order is under the command of the Guard Lieutenant and commands the guards at the palace gates!

He has always been a close confidant of the emperor.

……

"Your Majesty and His Highness are going to transfer Li'er back, do you know who Lieutenant Xianyang is?"

In the study room, after receiving the news, Old General Wang Jian couldn't help but remain silent for a long time. For some reason, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared in his brows.

"tomorrow--"

Old General Wang Jian's tone was slightly strange.

"Tomorrow, I will go to the palace to thank Your Majesty for Li'er..."

"No, I will go and prepare now..."

The old housekeeper bowed and retreated, and the entire study fell into silence for an instant. Old General Wang Jian, who was originally calm, couldn't help but slowly stretched out his big, skinny hands and covered his eyes.

……

Right Prime Minister's Mansion.

"His Majesty really gave the order to transfer that boy from the Wang family back to Xianyang to serve as a lieutenant?"

When Feng Quji heard the news, he looked startled and put down the fishing rod in his hand. His face no longer looked relaxed and happy.

"I heard it was His Majesty's wish. A few days ago, I had a drink with Lieutenant Zhang Xun. I had never heard that he was suffering from a serious illness. I didn't expect that he suddenly called for illness and recuperated. Today at noon, the imperial court transferred Lieutenant Wang Li Quanzhi. The edict has already been sent out..."

Feng Jie couldn't help but shook his head.

"I always feel that this matter is a bit unusual..."

Feng Quji didn't speak. He took a long breath and looked at the family member in front of him, speaking meaningfully.

"What's so unusual? There is His Majesty above, and there is the Emperor's Grandson below. Which one of them is not a man of wisdom and talent? The sky will not fall - we ministers, what do we think so much about? Let's go back and do our best. Just get some sleep and do your own thing seriously..."

Feng Jie stood up, cupped his fists with both hands, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Prime Minister, for your advice!"

……

Not long after Feng Jie left, Feng Quji summoned his eldest son Feng Changan.

"In the next few days, you will go back to your hometown to renovate your ancestral house and buy some land. Maybe it won't be long before I can go back to my hometown to see and take care of myself..."

Feng Changan couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this.

"Aweng, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

Looking at his stupid son with mediocre qualifications, Feng Quji couldn't help but shook his head gently, his voice was very calm and authentic.

"It's nothing. As I get older, I suddenly miss the shepherd's purse flavor of my hometown..."

Seeing that his brother-in-law refused to say more, Feng Changan did not dare to ask any more questions and immediately went down to prepare.

Although the ancestral house in my hometown has been repaired every year in recent years, it is an ancestral house after all and is already quite dilapidated. If my grandson really wants to go back to live there, he will need to renovate it.

It wasn't until Feng Changan left for a long time that Feng Quji slowly stood up and walked to his study.

Gently unfolding a blank bamboo slip, carefully selected a good langhao pen among the row of brushes hanging on the pen holder, and carefully filled the inkstone on the side with thick ink.

Then he wrote a few big words on it:
"I am writing to ask Your Majesty to write a letter of farewell and return to my hometown: It has been more than forty years since I followed Your Majesty. Your Majesty has treated me as a humble minister would treat me. You treat me with sincerity and sincerity, and you and your ministers treat each other with sincerity. It is a good story. I always miss you." I can't sleep at night because of my kindness. I wish I could do my best for His Majesty and work hard to stay by His Majesty's side to repay my great kindness. However, heaven and earth rotate, the seasons change, and life has its beginning and end. I have been serving King Xiaowen for almost five years. It has been more than ten years, and now without realizing it, my teeth have started to shake, and I am getting old..."

Feng Quji stopped his brush and stared into the distance. The sky was already filled with night wind and twinkling stars.

……

Zuo Xiangfu.

After Li Si got the news, he locked himself in the study for a long time. When he came out of the study, his face was calm, and there was no trace of joy or anger on his face.

He reached out and called his second son Li Xian.

"In the past few days, you have carefully prepared a generous gift. In a few days, I will personally go to the emperor's grandson's house to drink the full moon wine of the two young masters..."

Li Xian didn't know why his grandson suddenly changed his mind and wanted to put down his official duties and go to the full moon wine at the emperor's grandson's house in person, but he still went down to prepare it obediently.

Looking at the back of his son who was about to leave, he opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth.

In the past few days, he always had an inexplicable feeling, as if he was being watched secretly.

He once asked people to investigate secretly, but no clues were found.

He thought it was an illusion that he was too tired, but after hearing the news today, he suddenly felt that he "understood" something.

……

Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.

Although this order from the First Emperor was nothing in the eyes of ordinary people, even if there was any emotion, it was mostly just envy. But this kind of envy also left them speechless.

Who makes people's lives good?

The eldest father and Aweng are both generals with great military exploits!
This is really something I can’t envy.

But this order still made some old foxes smell something unusual. Then, they each made their own responses and choices in a tacit understanding. Just like in the past, whenever major changes came, they could always rely on their keen sense of smell to make the best choice for themselves.

It was June 29, the twenty-seventh year of the First Emperor of Qin.

As July was about to enter, no one noticed that the veteran general Wang Jian, who had not been involved in the government affairs of the court for a long time, was actually riding a carriage and rushing to the palace again.

Soon after, the guards on duty at the palace gate saw Feng Quji, the Right Minister, who had arrived at the palace gate, and Taiwei Liao, who had just married His Majesty.

A trace of surprise flashed through my heart. (End of chapter)