Da Qin: the Identity of My Eldest Son Has Been Discovered

The water in the court hall is very deep!

It is already a special case that Qin Xuan can stand here at the age of less than 20 years old!

People who know the inside story know that it is the emperor who is raising his son.

From the perspective of those who don't know, there is the saying that the emperor's favorite minister, the most powerful person in the Great Qin Dynasty.

Qin Xuan watched the courtiers disperse, and did not leave in a hurry, but waved to Zhao Gao above.

At the same time, he pointed to the direction where the emperor left.

Zhao Gao understood, nodded and quickened his pace to catch up.

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Just as Qin Xuan walked out of Zhangtai Palace, a chubby figure trotted up behind him.

"Master, His Majesty wants to see you."

There was a smile on Zhao Gao's chubby face.

Obviously, the emperor is in a good mood.

After being led through two palaces, I saw the emperor sitting on the top, sipping a Daqin drink, and holding a bamboo slip in his hand to watch.

Qin Xuan craned his neck to look, feeling a little puzzled.

Since the advent of paper, bamboo slips have basically been eliminated.

What the emperor sees now should be the things of the past.

Curiosity, however, was fleeting and forgotten in an instant.

This time I have the cheek to stay and meet alone, and I am here to ask for a reward!

Based on his understanding of the emperor's stinginess, this matter should not be delayed.

No, I didn't even bother to eat lunch, so I ran here to ask for a reward!

He stepped forward smilingly and said, "Father, isn't this play not bad? With today's beating, the courtiers of the gentry must be terrified, and they will immediately make the clan strictly enforce the order of grace!"

"Ah."

Ying Zheng snorted, just glanced at it, and then turned his eyes to the bamboo slip in his hand.

Heck~!

Qin Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition arose.

Judging from the performance of the emperor, it is obviously a dissatisfied rhythm!

Zhao Gao stood aside with his head down, his eyes fixed on his toes, not daring to give any hints.

Qin Xuan scratched his head, carefully recalling the operation this time.

It seems that there is no problem?

According to my father's wishes, didn't the Tweeting Order be implemented.

With the leadership of the gentry, other Qin officials and people with titles will strictly follow the Tweet Order.

After ten years of waiting for him to succeed to the throne, there will be no forces that can threaten the imperial power!

Ying Zheng held the bamboo slips in his hand, but out of the corner of his eye, he was watching his son below.

Seeing the kid scratching his head and scratching his face in a puzzled manner, he couldn't help frowning.

He sighed helplessly.

Originally, he wanted to put it aside and let that bastard reflect on the shortcomings of this manipulation.

This father also took great pains in order to cultivate an heir.

But looking at the confused look on that bastard's face, I'm afraid I can't figure it out...

The fingers holding the bamboo slips turned, pulled out a bamboo stick and threw it out.

Qin Xuan suddenly saw the emperor throwing something over, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed it in his palm.

Looking at the words on the bamboo stick, I fell into deep thought.

"The emperor deliberately threw out this bamboo stick, and the words engraved on it must have a deep meaning!"

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After watching it for a long time, I didn't come up with a trick.

Seeing this familiar scene, Zhao Gao knew that His Majesty was going to teach his son again.

The same scene happened when teaching Fusu back then.

Ying Zheng was speechless as he watched his son grind the bamboo sticks.

Helplessly said: "Break it!"

Qin Xuan raised his head, staring blankly at the majestic face above, it didn't seem like a joke.

Hold the bamboo stick with both hands and break it hard.