My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?.

Chapter 986 Staying up late is harmful to health, so I choose to stay up all night! I am not a gentleman, but I am the father of a gentleman!
The torches in front of the Qilin Hall had been removed. One by one, drunken soldiers left the Xianyang Palace with the help of eunuchs and returned to the military camp outside the city, or they staggered on their own, holding the fine wine they had taken from the palace, clamoring to go find their comrades to drink and chat.

But the candles in the imperial study stayed lit all night long.

Top talents with extremely high spirits gathered here to brainstorm, and brilliant ideas with world-shaking impact emerged one after another.

It was not until the bright sunlight outside the window overshadowed the candlelight that the court officials finally left the place one by one.

However, they were not going there to rest, but to summon their subordinates as soon as possible, compile the many strategies discussed last night into a plan, and mobilize government offices in all places to obey orders as quickly as possible!

The door closed again, and Ying Zheng closed his eyes facing the empty imperial study. He ordered in a slightly tired voice: "Take the official documents to the side hall and prepare breakfast."

After saying this, Ying Zheng prepared to close his eyes and rest for a quarter of an hour as usual, and then plunged into his intense work.

However, Wang Bo bowed and said softly, "Before Chang'an Jun left, King Jian had a good sleep for three hours."

"Your Majesty allows it."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly and said, "It is already daybreak now. It is really a sin for me to sleep for three hours."

"And the imperial physician said that sleeping late is harmful to the body. Instead of sleeping soundly now, it is better to sleep later in the night."

There was no electric light in Daqin, so the bright daytime hours were extremely precious.

Ying Zheng felt that sleeping soundly for three hours in a sunny day was tantamount to a crime!
Besides, staying up late is indeed harmful to the body, so it is reasonable for me to choose to stay up all night!
Wang Bo bowed again and said calmly: "In that case, I will go to Lord Chang'an's residence after my shift and inform Lord Chang'an of this matter."

Wang Bo’s words were extremely outrageous!

Because this is definitely not as simple as saying that if Ying Zheng doesn't sleep well, Wang Bo will go to Ying Chengjiao to complain.

This statement not only reversed the relationship between Ying Zheng and Ying Chengjiao as monarch and subject, but also highlighted Wang Bo's tendency to disobey Ying Zheng for Ying Chengjiao's orders.

If it were an ordinary king, just this one sentence from Wang Bo would be enough to label Wang Bo as untrustworthy and hide him from then on.

But Wang Bo still said it.

Ying Zheng opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with displeasure, and he said in an inexplicable voice: "Lord Wang is a loyal man."

Wang Bo said sincerely: "I am loyal to the king."

"Although Lord Chang'an said that the king will live a long life, he also said that a good night's sleep can help the king live longer."

"I believe that governing a country should start with governing oneself."

"Long live the king, only then will the Qin Dynasty be invincible in the world!"

"May your Majesty live a long and healthy life. Only then can I follow your lead!"

Looking at Wang Bo, who lowered his head, respectful but not fearful, the displeasure on Ying Zheng's face disappeared, replaced by a light smile and helplessness: "Forget it!"

"Don't order breakfast yet. Ask the chef to prepare a bowl of soothing soup, and ask the imperial physician Xia Wuqie to massage me to relieve my fatigue."

"I will go to the side hall to rest for a while."

What bad intentions could the prince and his subjects have?

I just hope that I can sleep well and live a few more years.

Wang Bo was overjoyed and bowed: "Your Majesty is wise!"

Ying Zheng stood up, stretched his aching back, and was about to go to the side hall.

But outside the door came the low voice of the minister: "Prince Fusu, begging to see the king!"

Ying Zheng said casually: "Spread it!"

The door opened, and Ying Fusu, who was already eleven years old, tall and slender, and had a vaguely gentlemanly appearance, stepped into the imperial study with standard square steps, and bowed to Ying Zheng with full etiquette and standard posture: "Your Majesty, I am Prince Fusu, and I pay my respects to the king!"

Ying Zheng smiled and asked, "My son, why are you looking for me?"

Ying Fusu lowered his hands, straightened his back and looked at Ying Zheng, and spoke in a gentle but firm voice: "I heard that Chang'an Jun returned from a hard battle and obtained the land of Qi."

"I also heard that the king and his ministers had a long discussion all night long about how to govern Qi."

"As for the governance of the old Qi territory, I have some humble opinions, and I would like to advise the king!"

Ying Fusu was devoted to the country and his eyes were sincere.

But in Ying Zheng's view, Ying Fusu's advice has never been applicable to the Qin Dynasty and is nothing but wishful thinking!

Ying Zheng could endure the physical and mental exhaustion and deal with government affairs for another day, but he really did not have the energy to deal with Ying Fusu's pedantic advice, nor was he in the mood to understand what Ying Fusu was thinking, let alone to cultivate Ying Fusu to walk on the right path.

After all, Ying Zheng had never received any education from Ying Yiren, and did not know what a normal father-son relationship was. He just studied with Lu Buwei and a group of teachers, and what he learned was enough to govern the country.

Ying Zheng found a more outstanding group of teachers for Ying Fusu, and Ying Fusu never suffered the misery of being a hostage in another country. If Ying Fusu could not grow to Ying Zheng's level under such circumstances, then in Ying Zheng's view, there was no need for Ying Fusu to be worth cultivating.

It's just one son. Even if he is not talented, there are still a dozen or twenty sons waiting as backup.

Why waste his precious time?
Therefore, Ying Zheng walked towards the side hall without stopping, and said casually: "I am tired and about to sleep, so I have no time to accept your advice. If my son has any thoughts, he can compile his advice into a memorial and give it to the Minister to present."

"If my son has any questions, he can ask the masters and Mr. Liu."

Looking at Ying Zheng walking towards the side hall, the sincerity and hope in Ying Fusu's eyes froze.

Ying Fusu knew very well how diligent Ying Zheng was. As far as Ying Fusu could remember, he only knew that Ying Zheng stayed up all night, but never saw Ying Zheng rest during the day, let alone heard that Ying Zheng would sleep during the day.

Now Ying Zheng said that he wanted to sleep, so he had no time to listen to Ying Fusu's advice, but instead asked Ying Fusu to compile a memorial to submit his advice?

It’s not like Ying Fusu had not compiled memorials before, but Ying Zheng had read them several times!
Ying Fusu wanted to remonstrate again, but Ying Zheng had already walked into the side hall. Ying Fusu could only bow in the direction where Ying Zheng disappeared and said, "Your Majesty, I obey your command!"

Walking backwards out of the imperial study, Ying Fusu looked up at the bright blue sky, his eyes filled with deep disappointment and helplessness.

All the teachers said that I am the eldest son of the Great Qin, and I have heavy responsibilities. I should care about the country and the people, and persuade my father to take the right path.

But in the eyes of my father, is my identity as the eldest son really important?

Looking at Ying Fusu's back, Meng Yi's eyes showed some thought, and finally he whispered: "Last night, the king had a long talk with the ministers, so he is naturally tired."

"Before leaving, Lord Chang'an firmly requested the king to rest after the court meeting. The king has always trusted Lord Chang'an and will agree."

Meng Yi seemed to have only given a simple account, but hope reappeared in Ying Fusu's eyes. He happily bowed to Meng Yi and said, "Thank you, General Meng!"

Then Ying Fusu lifted up his skirt, quickened his pace, and ran towards the gate of Xianyang Palace.

"Lord Chang'an! Lord Chang'an, please wait a moment!"

Outside the Xianyang Palace, Ying Chengjiao, who had just paid a visit to Queen Dowager Huayang and was about to leave, heard someone calling him. He subconsciously turned his head back and saw Ying Fusu running towards him.

He wanted to run faster, but at the same time he wanted to maintain a dignified and polite posture, so his posture was quite strange.

Seeing this, Ying Chengjiao frowned slightly, kicked his horse's belly and rushed towards Ying Fusu.

"Lord Chang'an, you cannot ride a horse in this important area of ​​the palace gate!"

Seeing this, Ying Fusu repeatedly reminded him, and Ying Chengjiao's horse speed increased. He quickly rushed in front of Ying Fusu and shouted, "Stretch out your hand!"

When Ying Fusu heard the order, he subconsciously stretched out his right hand, and then he felt his feet were empty and his body was light.

His vision suddenly changed, and when Ying Fusu came to his senses, he was already sitting in Ying Chengjiao's arms, riding on the same horse with Ying Chengjiao!
Ying Fusu called out more and more anxiously: "Lord Chang'an!"

Ying Chengjiao didn't even look at Ying Fusu, and shouted in a slightly cold voice: "Call uncle!"

While shouting, Ying Chengjiao pulled the reins, and the warhorse under his crotch raised its front hooves and stopped abruptly at the palace gate, then turned around and ran out of the palace.

Ying Fusu explained: "The Master taught me, when..."

Without giving Ying Fusu a chance to finish, Ying Chengjiao lowered his head and looked at Ying Fusu and said, "If you call me uncle, I will treat you as my nephew. If you need anything, I will respond as your uncle. If you are rude, I will tolerate it as your uncle."

"If you call me Lord Chang'an, I will treat you as a young master. Now I will let you off the horse, and then we will greet each other. I will go back to my house and you will go back to the palace. As for what you want to say? It is just the wish of a young master who has no military merits and no official position. I don't bother to listen to it."

Ying Fusu was shocked and turned to look at Ying Chengjiao and asked, "A gentleman should be happy to hear criticism. How can Lord Chang'an disdain to accept advice just because of his status?!"

Ying Chengjiao curled his lips and said, "Who said that I am a gentleman? A gentleman is the son of a feudal lord."

"I am a young master and a noble lord. I am truly the father of gentlemen!"

"What a gentleman should do is none of my business."

Is there anything wrong with what Ying Chengjiao said? No, there is nothing wrong with it.

Gentleman was originally a status designation similar to prince and young master, and was specifically used to refer to the sons of feudal lords.

But is there anything wrong with what Ying Chengjiao said? It is very wrong!
Although today the word "gentleman" can still be used to refer to the son of a feudal lord, the meaning of "gentleman" was already used to refer to people with good character and qualities hundreds of years ago. Ying Chengjiao's words are purely pretending not to know!

Ying Fusu's face suddenly became tense: "Isn't this, Lord Chang'an, taking things out of context?"

"Chang'an Jun should know what I mean by a gentleman!"

Ying Chengjiao looked down at Ying Fusu and asked in a more serious tone: "I am taking your words out of context. What can you do to me?"

"I am not a gentleman, what can you do to me?"

"As a prince of the Qin Dynasty, are you only able to answer questions from gentlemen?!"

"Call me uncle or Lord Chang'an, it's up to you to choose!"

As he spoke, Ying Chengjiao reined in his warhorse, and it was clear that he was waiting for Ying Fusu to utter the word "chang" before kicking him off the horse!

The situation was stronger than the person, and Ying Fusu could only cry out with a bitter face: "Uncle!"

Ying Chengjiao immediately smiled. Although one hand still needed to hold the reins, the other hand had already reached out to Ying Fusu's little face and rubbed Ying Fusu's face, which still had baby fat, into a round shape.

Ying Fusu, who was almost drooling, called out anxiously: "Uncle! This is not in accordance with etiquette!"

"My nephew is almost an adult, uncle shouldn't treat him like this!"

"Uncle! It hurts!"

Only when Ying Fusu cried out in pain did Ying Chengjiao finally retract his evil hand. At the end, he flicked Ying Fusu's forehead with his finger and said with a smile: "Your uncle remembers that before your uncle went to the war, you had already behaved like a child. You were even willing to ride a pig with Liu Ji, and even more willing to take care of the pigs with Liu Ji. At that time, your uncle was very happy."

"Now that your uncle has returned victorious from the battle, how come you have changed back to your previous appearance?"

(End of this chapter)