Qin Hu

Chapter 2 Eat, Drink, and Betray Me
If you think about it this way, you can't cut it.

If Yingzheng were to chop off the heads of these Confucian scholars, then Mount Tai's enshrining of Zen would really be a laughingstock through the ages.

However, seeing the speechless appearance of these Confucian scholars, Ying Zheng felt secretly refreshed.

Ying Zheng tugged at his beard, squinted at Chun Yuyue and the others, raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Zhuqing, is I as kind as Zihu said?"

Confucian scholars look at me and I look at you, and no one dares to speak out.

Including Chun Yuyue, who also smiled wryly, bowed his hands and said: "Your Majesty is guilty, please punish me!"

This is purely a bad show. Yingzheng's parade here is to win over the people of Qilu, so how could he punish them?

"It's nothing more than my child's naughty words, how can I punish you, Qing and others are not guilty."

Ying Zheng's indifferent words gave Chunyu Yue and the others a step down.

But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, Yingzheng said again: "My son Hu, was as stubborn as a rock since he was a child, and Han Fei couldn't teach him. Confucianism is benevolent, and there is no difference in education. It can teach stubborn stones. You and others have been teaching since today. From now on, I would like to teach Zihu, if I can unite the strength of the crowd and tame this stubborn tiger, I will reward you very much!"

Chun Yuyue and the Confucian scholars looked at each other, hesitantly turned to look at Zhao Zihu...Where is the person?
The impassioned Zhao Zihu just now had disappeared.

Even the slaughtered wild boar was gone, but there were blood trails on the muddy ground, spreading towards the camp.

Chun Yuyue and all the Confucian scholars searched for the bloodstains and looked inside the camp, only to see a fat black boy covered in mud, dragging a fat hind leg of a dead pig, twisting his hands and feet to take the opportunity to escape.That back view doesn't have the manner of Mr. Daqin, but looks more like a pig thief!
"..."

Chunyu Yue and all the Confucian scholars stared dumbfounded, their faces twitching wildly.

It is indeed a rock in the world that made Han Fei, the great sage of Legalism, fall into the sand. Who would not despair if he saw it like this?

Confused, Kong Sheng!
What is there to teach without distinction, so full of words, how will future generations deal with themselves!
They were desperate, but Ying Zheng was very happy. He waved his wet sleeves lightly, and drove into the camp in a mighty way.

However, pleasure is pleasure, Ying Zheng glanced at the stubborn tiger hiding in the tent in front of Yu Jia from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help frowning again.

He ordered all the Confucian scholars to teach Zihu, although it was deliberately disgusting and embarrassing, but then again, it is not an extravagant wish for a father, and the Confucian scholars can really educate him.This cowardly child has great wisdom, and can refute all Confucian scholars. If he can restrain his stubborn mind, he will be a tiger of the clan!

It was getting dusk and the sky was getting dark.

Yingzheng climbed Mount Tai for the Zen ceremony, and then encountered heavy rain when he descended the mountain. He was physically and mentally exhausted, but he did not rest immediately after taking a bath and changing clothes. He began to review Chengshan memorials and deal with the political affairs of the huge empire.

This east tour made him feel a strong sense of uneasiness. It seems that only by being more diligent can the uneasiness be relieved!

"Your Majesty, would you like some meat soup?"

Zhao Gaogaan served the meat soup respectfully to the case.

Ying Zheng was indeed hungry, so he nodded slightly.

Zhao Gao put the meat soup on the table, and put a pair of chopsticks into Ying Zheng's left hand.

Yingzheng's attention was all on the memorabilia, and with the chopsticks in his hand, he stuffed the meat from the bowl into his mouth and chewed.

But immediately, it was Adam's apple surging: "yue~!"

The benevolent Emperor Shihuang vomited. After spitting out the meat in his mouth, he hurriedly picked up the tea and rinsed his mouth: "Whip today's chef!"

Seeing this, Zhao Gao couldn't help but looked terrified, he quickly clasped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, the meat soup is not cooked by the cook, but is sent by the young master Zihu, who said that it is stewed with medicinal materials, it is very nourishing to drive away the cold."

Ying Zheng froze for a moment, thinking of the wild boar that the fat black boy slaughtered in front of the gate.

"This coward was not very close to me in the past, but he even knows to send me a bowl of meat soup. This is a rare act of filial piety..."

As he said in his mouth, he looked down at the meat soup in the bowl, then his expression froze, and the warmth in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Because there is no serious good meat in the lacquer bowl at all, it is just the pigs that the common people even the head of Qian would not eat.

His vomiting was caused by eating a piece of intestine!
"Nizi, sooner or later you'll beat him to death, you bastard!!!"

Ying Zheng cursed bitterly, and waved Zhao Gaonian into the water.

Zhao Gao didn't dare to be negligent, he hurriedly removed the pig into the water, and soon replaced it with a bowl of mutton soup for Ying Zheng.

But after Ying Zheng took a bite of the mutton, he frowned again, as if very dissatisfied.

Zhao Gao knew that he was depressed today, and he didn't dare to show his anger when he was nearby, and he was already planning to whip the chef.

"Bring me the meat soup from that Nizi."

"what?"

Zhao Gao was confused, and after a moment of reaction, he raised his hand again: "Wei!"

Fortunately, the bowl of pig offal hadn't been thrown away, because he tasted the poison earlier and found it quite appetizing, so he wanted to keep it for himself.

Now that Yingzheng still wanted to eat it, Zhao Gao had no choice but to swallow, and Baba brought it to the table again.

"I eat the lungs, you eat the intestines, okay?"

Ying Zheng saw that his loyal minister was greedy, so he pushed the pig into the water to the desk and shared the food with him.

Zhao Gao is not a servant, but a serious Shangqing. He is good at riding and riding, is proficient in the law, has extensive knowledge and strong memorization, and has a good handwriting.

That's why Yingzheng trusted and loved him, and asked him to teach the young master Hu Hai that it's common for him to sit and eat at the same table!
"only."

Zhao Gao bowed his hand, took the chopsticks and knelt down beside the table, and the monarch and his ministers shared a bowl of pork offal.

Well, in fact, it can also be called stewed fire, the taste is thick and mellow, and it has the spicyness of wild onions and leeks!

Just now Yingzheng vomited the fat intestines, but the delicious taste of the stewed soup remained in his mouth, and the mutton seemed bland, so Zhao Gao asked Zhao Gao to bring the stewed soup back.At this time, he avoided the large intestine and only ate sliced ​​lungs, he couldn't help spitting out delicious food, and a layer of hot sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Well, please try it, there is a strange delicacy at the bottom of this bowl, it is very delicious."

Ying Zheng ate the sliced ​​fire covered under the intestines and lungs, and the deep-fried triangular tofu, so Zhao Gao also tasted it.

Zhao Gao first tasted a piece of roasted tofu, and then couldn't wait to eat a piece of fried tofu, shaking his head and praising: "Satisfying the rich and rich soup, the former tastes like wheat, and the latter tastes like bean (bean), really mellow. "

Ying Zheng nodded in agreement, and at the same time slapped his chopsticks like flying.

Zhao Gaoqian tasted it and kept what the first emperor liked to eat, and only ate the unique taste of intestines.

The monarch and his ministers worked hard for a while, and they ate up a bowl of stewed boiled fire.

Unfinished!

Two middle-aged men, how can they be full with a bowl of stewed and boiled fire?
"It's strange that this coward scratches his mouth." Ying Zheng put down his chopsticks and cursed.

Zhao Gao offered him a silk handkerchief to wipe his mouth, then picked up the soup from the bottom of the bowl, drank it up on his neck, smacked his lips and said: "Mr. Too harsh."

Ying Zheng was noncommittal, raised his eyes and said, "Can't you see that this cowardly child refutes the Confucians just to avoid my punishment."

"Furthermore, even if the Confucians are embarrassed, why should you and my monarchs be complacent? It is just a battle of spirits. Tomorrow will hold a sacrifice, Daqin will still be seen as a joke by his generation, and will be ridiculed by Qilu Wanmin when rumors spread in the future! "

Zhao Gao cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, pondered for a while and said, "Master Zihu can refute the Confucians today, but I don't know if he can make the Confucians bow down and be willing to prepare for His Majesty's sacrificial ceremony tomorrow?"

Ying Zheng raised his thick eyebrows: "Are you counting on that naughty coward?"

Zhao Gao handed the bowl and chopsticks to the waiter, and said, "A stubborn person must have stubborn wisdom, so it's okay to ask."

Ying Zheng threw down the handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and stood up: "Your words are reasonable, this coward has a lot of ideas for beating little devils, let's try it out, even if it doesn't work... we can still have a full stomach!"

Zhao Gao smiled, got up and followed.

The two monarchs and ministers left the imperial tent, surrounded by imperial guards and attendants, and went straight to the adjacent camp of the clan's children.

Zhao Zihu's camp is easy to find, as long as the sense of smell is not lost, just go for the strong smell of meat, you can't go wrong.

"You didn't see it. I raised my hand knife and stared at him. That old Confucian Chun Yuyue was so frightened that his clothes were soaked in urine, and he almost lay down in the mud to plead guilty to his father."

"Young Master is indeed majestic today, I will offer you a toast."

"Drink wins!"

Outside the felt tent, several large cauldrons were cooking pig-killing vegetables.

Inside the yurt, a group of teenagers with male duck voices were bragging and drinking.

Ying Zheng looked in through the open curtain, and couldn't help twitching.

Wang Jian's eldest grandson Wang Li, Li Si's eldest son Li You, and several young princes including Hu Hai were all inside.

The most conspicuous among them was Zhao Gao's daughter, with a pretty face flushed with blush, mixed with a group of brats, it was hard to see.

Ying Zheng turned his head to look at Zhao Gao, and found that his best friend's face was glowing green.

"See Your Majesty!!"

The waiter who was lighting the fire for the cauldron saw Ying Zheng and his party approaching in the dark, and got up and saluted loudly.

The teenagers playing and drinking in the yurt immediately felt like a mouse seeing a cat when they heard the sound.

Those who store wine, those who tidy up their clothes, and the coward who sneaks under the table, are in chaos for a while.

Wang Li was older, he was the first to fasten the Wubian, and hurried out of the tent to greet Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, Wang Li, see you!"

Ying Zheng didn't give him an angry look, and didn't say excuses, he just passed by him and entered the felt tent.

Wang Li is different from the young idlers in the tent. Before the east tour, Ying Zhengnian's days were numbered under his mentor Wang Jian's hard work. To appease him, he allowed Wang Li to inherit the title of Marquis of Wu Chengche and keep it intact.

Today, Wang Li and his father Wang Ben were one of the accompanying courtiers when they climbed Taishan Mountain to worship the Haotian God, but now they are mixed with the group of young people.

In Yingzheng's eyes, this seems to be a bit childish and unusable!
boom--

Yingzheng entered the tent, raised his leg and kicked little Hu Hai out from under the table.

Then, with a stern face, he glanced at the young men in the tent and asked, "Where did you get the drinks?"

All the teenagers looked at each other, and no one dared to speak for a long time.

Yingzheng Dan narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Say!"

All the teenagers were so frightened that Qi Qi trembled, and then they all raised their fingers to point at the fat black boy.

"It's in the private possession of the emperor's brother (Master Zihu)."

Zhao Zihu glared at the crowd, and couldn't help shouting angrily: "You guys who have no loyalty, eat my food and drink my food, how dare you betray me!!!"

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