my grandfather was qin shi huang

ashamed!

For the first time, he felt a deep sense of guilt towards the First Emperor.

After he left Xianyang, Aweng came to his home more than once. He knew that the meaning of it was far more important than how many things he was given, or finding a good teacher for his little son.

These two seemingly random visits from my own Aweng were the reason why this family remained stable and peaceful even after I was expelled from Xianyang.

After he asked, he found that there was no movement behind him, and looked back with some confusion. He saw Zhao Qizheng looking at him with a strange expression, hesitant to speak, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"What's wrong, what's the problem..."

By the way, this is the expression, this is the tone!

Zhao Qi looked at his Aweng's performance at this time, and suddenly saw the expressions of the gentlemen in the school when they saw these sentences, and he felt an inexplicable sense of superiority in his heart.

"This is all my brother's..."

"Oh--"

Fusu understood in his heart that this was much normal.

After all, my eldest son is now deeply favored by His Majesty, so it is no problem to find some knowledgeable people and ask for some calligraphy and paintings.

Just when he thought he had found the answer, he heard Zhao Qi speaking honestly from the side.

"After you left, eldest brother often checked my homework and taught me lessons. I thought what eldest brother said was very profound and reasonable, so I wrote it down and hung it here..."

Before Zhao Qi finished speaking, he saw his own Aweng's mouth wide open as expected, with an incredible look on his face.

"You, your elder brother said that?"

Zhao Qi's heart has already blossomed with happiness, and he has gained twice as much happiness as he did from his teachers and classmates.

"Well, what the eldest brother said, he also told me today that diligent study is like the grass in the early spring. You don't see the growth, only the increase. Dropping out of school is like a sharpening stone. You don't see the damage, and you will suffer losses every day. He wants me to remember the four principles of diligence and persistence. Character……"

Fusu: ...

Is this still my shy, well-behaved son who only knows how to stay at home and study?

As I read this, I suddenly became enlightened!

Fusu could not help clenching his fists in excitement. No wonder Aweng suddenly paid so much attention to his son and doted on him so much. With his old man's temperament of liking geniuses, it would be strange not to dote on him!

I figured everything out in an instant.

The reason why my house is as stable as a mountain and is stable today is not because of me, but because my son is here to support me?

Fusu's mood was a bit complicated. He didn't know whether he should be happy, disappointed, or both.

He silently pondered that even a learned scholar might not be able to write a single sentence in his lifetime. Finally, holding the song "Snow" tightly in his hand, he walked away, one foot at a time. During this time, he even completely forgot about the need to provide guidance and check on his youngest son’s studies.

Suddenly, he felt a huge sense of strangeness towards his seemingly shy and introverted son, and even felt a sense of panic.

Is this still my son?

In terms of bravery, he has the ability to conquer bears and shoot three-stone strong bows.

When it comes to talent and learning, he has written extensively and memorized hundreds of classics, even some miscellaneous subjects.

In terms of ingenuity, he can pick up mills, plows, carts, and even delicacies that he had never thought of before, just like water flowing to the ground naturally.

It seems reasonable and reasonable, but if you think about it carefully, it is actually something that others cannot do.

When did he become so powerful?

Seeing her husband come in carelessly from outside, clutching a scroll of letters tightly in his hand and muttering something in his mouth, Mi Ji couldn't help but feel tight in her heart, and greeted him with a concerned look on her face.

"Tell me, why did our Ying'er suddenly become so outstanding..."

Fusu had not yet woken up from the shock that his son had caused to him. After sitting down, he asked in a daze.

Hearing her husband ask this, Mi Ji couldn't help but smile and gave him a somewhat annoyed look.

"Do you still need to ask? Of course it's because our Ying'er is a genius - a genius in this world can only be born in the Gan family, the Li family, and not our Zhao family..."

Fusu couldn't help but laugh, and gently laid the letters in his hand on the tables in front of Mi Ji.

If the paintings hanging in Zhao Qi's study shocked him, it was the little poem that Zhao Ying wrote on a whim that deeply touched him.

My son is not only a genius, but also kind-hearted and compassionate, enough to inherit my ambition!

It was a feeling of standing alone at the end of the world, searching for no way out, and suddenly looking back, that person was there in the dim light. Fusu's fingertips slowly slid over the seemingly simple and popular poems on the bamboo slips, as if caressing a rare treasure.

"No, I just feel like I'm in a dream, I can't believe it - you asked me, why didn't I realize before that our son is an unparalleled genius..."

Mi Ji rolled her eyes at him angrily.

"You are busy with your own business every day. How can you have time to take care of your child? He relies entirely on his own intelligence and spends all day studying hard in his own courtyard..."

Fusu smiled guiltily and raised the letter in his hand.

"Madam, our family finally has an incredible Kirin child!"

……

The cold wind is howling outside, and the house is as beautiful as spring.

Silent all night.

The next day, after breakfast, Fusu said goodbye to his family again and boarded the carriage heading north to Shangjun. The only difference was that when he went back, there were two more people than when he came.

One is the boy who knows how to grind tofu, and the other is the best cook in the kitchen.

Shangjun is extremely cold and the environment is harsh. This is the only thing I can do for this cheap guy.

Before parting, Zhao Ying rushed to the side of the carriage, held up the window of the carriage, and looked at Fusu in the carriage, his expression finally becoming more serious than ever before.

"Aweng, how about we make a gentleman's agreement..."

Seeing that his son, who was tall and heroic but still had a childish look on his face, suddenly spoke to him like this, Fusu burst into laughter, even the sadness of parting was dispelled, and he nodded in amusement.

"Okay, tell me, what kind of gentleman's agreement do you want to make to Aweng——"

"A gentleman's words..."

Zhao Ying looked with burning eyes at the eldest son of Da Qin who was about to go north, his old father who was an extremely important part of his future, and slowly stretched out his palm.

Fusu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This child didn't even believe in himself.

"Clap clap-"

He stretched out his palm in a very cooperative manner and received a three-five.

"a man of his words--"

A gentleman can be deceived. Zhao Ying knew the nature of this cheap old man. As long as he promised something, he would never break his promise. Then he reached out and took out a sealed bag of tips from his arms and stuffed it quietly. Fusu held his palm, lowered his voice, and whispered in Fusu's ear.

"Aweng, if one day the country undergoes great changes and you are faced with a life-or-death decision, remember to open this bag of tips - before that, don't take a peek..."

After saying that, without waiting for Fusu's reaction, he stepped away and gave a deep salute to the carriage.

"Ah, take care of yourself on your way here. Don't worry about anything at home. The child will be taken care of -"

On the carriage, looking at his son who was bowing and saluting, and Mi Ji, Zhao Qi and Zhao Xi standing not far away, Fusu wanted to jump off on the spot and ask clearly, but his son obviously did not want to have a deep talk with him. I mean, I can only hold the kit tightly in the palm of my hand and slowly nod towards the outside.

"Take care of yourself--"

The wheels rolled, and Fusu's carriage gradually went away. There were still countless people with different thoughts standing on both sides of the road, especially some nobles from the six countries. They bid farewell to Fusu's carriage with solemn expressions and shouted, eldest son, take care. .

But Fusu's carriage never stopped from beginning to end, and the curtains of the carriage were not even raised at all.

Although Fusu is stubborn, he is not an idiot. He knows exactly what these people outside are thinking, but he is too lazy to pay attention to them.

My own promotion of Confucianism may be beneficial to the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, but my promotion of Confucianism is definitely not for the sake of the remnants of the Six Kingdoms. To me, they are nothing more than tools for mutual use.

At this time, he was expelled again, almost completely cutting off the opportunity to return to Xianyang. At this time, they came to say goodbye. They probably saw the opportunity and thought they could take the opportunity to completely retreat off the cliff.

In this world, there are no friends or enemies, only interests.

He was sober throughout.

The only thing that made him regretful was that he returned to Xianyang this time and came and went in a hurry. He was unable to meet his teacher Chun Yuyue in person and asked him in person:

Is our original path really wrong?

But until his carriage walked out of the west gate, turned north, and left Xianyang, he could not see the teacher.

……

Xishui Thatched Cottage.

Zhuo Yi, who was wearing a silk robe and a long sword hanging at his waist, looked at Chun Yuyue who was sitting majestically in front of several cases and asked softly.

"Teacher, do we really not want to see the eldest son off?"

Chunyu Yue shook his head slightly.

"If you don't go, you can't go..."

Seeing that his disciple still looked puzzled, Chunyu Yue pressed the long sword on his waist and slowly stood up.

"Today is different from the past. In the past, when we sent the eldest son off, we went there with the intention of dying as a martyr. We were willing to practice our way with this body and express our gratitude to the eldest son for his kindness——"

Having said this, Chunyu Yue looked towards the north and respectfully cupped his fists and raised his hands.

"But now that we have received the guidance of that gentleman, we have fully understood the true nature of Confucianism, understood the mission on our shoulders, and found the direction to realize our Confucian way, how can we act rashly..."

"What's more, if we go to see him off, it won't be of any help to the young master. On the contrary, it will add some unnecessary trouble to the young master - it would be better not to see each other than not to see each other, or not to see him off..."

Zhuo Yi remained silent.

As a disciple of Confucianism and a protector of Confucianism, he naturally knows his mission and responsibilities, and also understands what his teacher said, but even though he understands it, he still feels a little blocked in his heart, and he always feels that his actions today are a bit embarrassing. The eldest son’s love in the past...

He wanted to escort him for a while, but his feet seemed to be heavy. In the end, he could only sigh softly.

He muttered something silently towards the direction Fusu was leaving.

"Take care, sir—"

……

After sending away his cheap father, Zhao Ying looked back and saw that Mi Ji was a little disappointed, so he deliberately stayed with her to talk for a while, then got up and went back to the back garden to continue practicing riding and shooting, and to strengthen her body.

It is worth mentioning that his current 3000-meter rapid obstacle course has officially reached the 5-minute mark. The whole person started running like a bolt of lightning.

His riding skills have also improved by leaps and bounds. Even without borrowing a high-bridge saddle, he can already ride his horse galloping and draw his bow and shoot arrows at the same time, reaching the level of the Huns' elite cavalry.

The last shortcoming had been made up, and he felt that even if Li Shu was very skilled in martial arts, she would have no room to struggle when she met him now.

Although my martial arts skills may be a little behind, I am fast!

After he finished his exercise, he took a hot bath comfortably under the service of two young and beautiful maids, put on a loose robe, walked out of the small courtyard with his hands behind his back, and leisurely prepared to eat today's meal. When you were having extra meals, you suddenly saw a figure rushing out of a rather lonely courtyard nearby.

As a result, before he could react, the figure knelt on the ground with a thud and kowtowed to Zhao Ying from a distance without saying a word.

"Noble, noble, please, please, just give me a good time, little man, little man, I really can't stand it anymore..."

Zhao Ying was immediately stunned.

Looking at this man who looked like he had been wronged a lot, Zhao Ying felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before, so he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Who are you……"

"Back to you noble man, this villain is pious, pious—"

Seeing that Zhao Ying still couldn't remember, the man gestured desperately.

"Spices, spices - remember, laurel, cocoa, cocoa..."

Zhao Ying suddenly realized it, patted his head, and remembered.

"Are you a Lingnan businessman who sells laurel leaves and cinnamon nuts? Oh, I haven't seen you for a few days. You have changed a lot. You have become fatter and your face has turned pale. I really didn't remember who you were for a moment..."

Qian:......

Seeing the noble man in front of him, Qian finally thought of himself and almost shed tears.

Ever since he was brought into the eldest son's mansion by this young nobleman a month ago, he seemed to have been "confined". He was a businessman from Lingnan, dark and thin, and he didn't know anyone.

It happened that he was brought back by the young master, and the young master did not have any other explanation for him.

As a result, he became a unique and redundant presence in the house.

He is in charge of food, drink and shelter. He doesn't have to work and no one cares about him, but he doesn't have much freedom. The young master doesn't say anything. Who dares to let this guy run away or have something happen to him?

Just raise it like a pig!

You can't go anywhere without the young master's instructions. It's best not to even leave the house. This is the eldest son's house. There are so many noble people. If any noble person is disturbed, who can bear the responsibility?

Even if he doesn't disturb the nobles, this kind of barbarian from the south doesn't understand anything. It would be a big deal if he damages some flowers and plants.

Therefore, during this period, Qian basically ate and slept, ate and slept, ate and slept...

As long as a person is full and has nothing to do, it is easy for him to think about other things.

Especially after a long time, all kinds of weird thoughts come to mind. What do you think the young master wants to do by bringing him here?

Not allowed to do anything, not given up in the house, just provided with good food and drink...

hiss--

He thought of the prostitutes kept in noble houses, and also recalled the legend of cannibalism in some places in Lingnan... The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't hold it in any longer today, he would be in the room. When he poked his head inside and out, he happened to see Zhao Ying, and his heart almost collapsed.

"My lord, if you have any orders, please give me a pleasant word..."

Qian felt that it would be better for him to risk everything and not worry about this noble man's special hobbies than to worry about him every day.

When Zhao Ying heard this, he nodded happily.

"I'm busy at this time and I haven't been able to take care of you - you came just in time. I have something to discuss with you. Are you interested in coming to work in our house? I happen to be short of a steward who knows how to do business... …”

Qian:......

He looked at Zhao Ying who was looking at him with a smile in disbelief, and nodded desperately.

"The villain is willing, the villain is willing..."

The steward of the eldest son's house is a very important person, and he is like smoke rising from his ancestral grave.

Zhao Ying stepped forward with a smile and personally helped him up. Zhao Ying's actions made Qian even more excited and thanked him repeatedly, and his body felt a little lighter than before.

"I want to set up a caravan to go to Lingnan to buy the spices you sold me a few days ago. You will be the manager of this caravan from now on, responsible for purchasing spices and cooperating and negotiating with local businessmen. As for other personnel, I will make arrangements for you. In short, just be your steward..."

This is simply a good thing like a pie in the sky!

Qian naturally agreed without hesitation. He was finally relieved after having been anxious for more than a month. He almost didn't know which leg to use when walking.

In fact, he has already had an idea about this matter, but he has been too busy recently and has not been able to take care of it for a while. Taking advantage of his free time today, he specially invited someone to his study after having a snack.

He looked calmly at the captain of the Black Ice Terrace assigned to him by the First Emperor.

"I have something very important that I need to entrust to you..."

"Please tell me, my lord!"

The smiling expression in the past disappeared instantly, and he bowed deeply with a solemn expression.

Zhao Ying nodded.

"You need to follow my newly established spice caravan to Lingnan - Qian is responsible for negotiating deals with the local businessman Qianshou in Lingnan, and you are responsible for transportation and turnover in Wu County..."

Speaking of this, a meaningful smile flashed in Zhao Ying's eyes.

"You are responsible for secretly keeping an eye on Wu Jun's every move for me, especially a young man who is burly, with double pupils, extremely strong and brave - and this young man's uncle..."

Zhao Ying was smiling, but I don't know why, but I was surprised that I didn't feel the slightest hint of Zhao Ying's smile. Instead, I felt a cold killing intent and even a fighting spirit.

After following the young master for so long, this was the first time he felt such emotions from the young master. After spending many years in the Black Ice Platform, he suddenly realized that this matter might be a big deal for the young master.

Immediately he bowed deeply again.

"A villain will not dare to disappoint the young master!"

PS: I have written 2 words so far, so I will add half a chapter first - I don’t like being late for updates, so I will add another half chapter next time. It feels too bad to be late. Before I write it down next time, I don’t dare to brag about adding more updates. Also thank you to hill100 book friends for the [-] starting coin reward. (PS content is free of charge)