[Comprehensive] Survival of the Last Emperor

Maybe it's because of the mutual understanding between father and son. When Hu Hai raised his head to Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng just lowered his head, and at a glance, he saw the young son's unfailing admiration, "Are you not angry?" Ying Zheng stretched out his hand , pinched Hu Hai's nose, and asked with a smile.

"Who... who said I'm not angry anymore? I'm angry... very angry! Father, look... I'm getting fat..." Hu Hai reached out and grabbed his cheeks on both sides, and then pulled his face away forcefully , the originally delicate and flawless melon-seeded face immediately turned into a rectangular face, "Father, look, I'm fat... Do you know why I'm fat? It's just angry, it's full of anger, and I'm so fat. "

Ying Zheng looked at Hu Hai, who was obviously acting stupid, but still wanted to put on a serious expression. There was a trace of pain and struggle on his stern face, the corners of his mouth began to twitch, and his body trembled slightly.

"This...it's good if you're fat, and you're lucky if you're fat." Ying Zheng tried his best to put on a dignified and serious look, silently looking away from his stupid son's face, took a sip of tea, and still felt a little unwell , so he waved his hand to signal Zhao Gao and others to go down, and when there were only his father and son in the hall, he lowered his head, covered his face with his sleeve to block Hu Hai's sight, and his body began to tremble violently.

Hu Hai looked at Ying Zheng whose face was buried behind the sleeves of his coat. Although he couldn't see the expression on his face, judging from Ying Zheng's violently shrugging shoulders, it was better not to look at him, "My father is bad! I know how to bully Hu Hai." " Hu Hai let go of the hand holding his face, and wriggled restlessly, struggling to get out of Ying Zheng's arms.

"Okay, okay! Father is not bad, father is not... Puff..." Seeing that his baby lost his temper again, Ying Zheng hurriedly moved his sleeves away, straightened his expression, and was about to comfort his idiot son, but it was not easy After adjusting his mood, after seeing his son's stupid appearance at a glance, he immediately failed again.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooth It looked really lovable.

"What's wrong with the father? Be good! Don't cry! Don't cry!" Ying Zheng gently slapped Hu Hai's back with one hand, picked up his sleeve with the other hand, and carefully wiped his son's face "Hu Hai, don't cry, you are three years old, you are an adult... OK, OK, you are a child, you are a child, even if you grow to 80 years old, you are still my father's little baby."

"Hmm! Hu Hai is my father's little treasure...Father, the one you used to wipe your tears...that's my sleeve." Hu Hai raised his head and looked at Ying Zheng with resentment.

I didn't expect, I didn't expect that Zu Long, a person with thick eyebrows and big eyes, is also naturally black.

"Don't pay attention to the details." Faced with his son's half-accusing and half-angry eyes, the current Qin King Yingzheng and the future Qin Shihuang showed his due politician's thickness and said nonchalantly: "You should be thankful that you No runny nose."

"Father..." You treat your son so badly, do your fans know?

"Hu Hai, my father didn't mean to tease you. My father did this to make you pay more attention to the things around you, and improve your vigilance and defense capabilities. Look, don't be so vigilant. Others will hand you whatever you want. Just put it in your mouth without looking at it, today it’s just a sleeve, what if someone else puts some poison on you tomorrow?” Ying Zheng put on a serious face, hugged Hu Hai, and forced him to face him, Said in a serious voice.

"But you are the father, not someone else." Hu Hai pouted and retorted unconvinced: "I'm not that stupid!"

"Okay, okay, you're not stupid, you're not stupid. Ying Zheng flicked Hu Hai's forehead with his fingers, and looked at his son with satisfaction after he said "Ouch", covered his forehead with his hands, and his little face looked swollen. , smiled and said: "Then Hu Hai, who is not stupid, can you tell father, what are you angry about today? "

"I... I... Originally... I thought that my father didn't like me, so I was angry... But after hearing what my father said just now, I found that I might... maybe..." Hu Hai lowered his head, awkwardly As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller. In the end, he probably felt that it was difficult to speak, so he simply raised his head, opened his big watery eyes, and looked at Ying Zheng with "you know".

"Hu Hai, why do you think so?" Ying Zheng looked at Hu Hai in surprise.

It's hard to say to other sons, but to Hu Hai himself, he was afraid of melting in his mouth, and afraid of falling when holding it in his hands. Except for the eldest son, Fusu, no son or daughter let him give up so much heart, even Fusu... ...Although I also love Fusu, but because Fusu is the eldest son, the heir to the throne of Daqin, he can't be weak, let alone be spoiled; and Hu Hai is the youngest son, so he doesn't have to bear too many responsibilities, and he is innocent and cute, and he is attached to his parents Therefore, on the surface, he loves Hu Hai much more than Fu Su.

"Who told my father to come to see me so late today? Usually, my father comes at a quarter of a hour, but today is so late..." The more Hu Hai thought about it, the more he felt wronged, not because Ying Zheng came late, but because I am wronged by traveling to this unlucky place.

After decades of hard work, he was finally liberated after the college entrance examination, but when he went out for a trip, he was sent to this era by a speeding and overloaded truck.Don't talk about other kinds of discomfort, let's just talk about this moment in Xushi, and replace it with the time of the 21st century, which means that the news network has just broadcast halfway. Years Simulation" test questions digestion.But now?Zhao Gao actually said "it's late at night" and asked himself to go to bed early.How can I sleep well?The time difference is not over yet!

After listening to Hu Hai's explanation, Ying Zheng showed a look of enlightenment, "So it's like this, I'm angry like this, you really are..."

Is it right?Hypocritical, right?Love to act like a baby, right?What's wrong with me?Who told you, father, that you like to eat this set!

Hu Hai felt a little stuffy when he thought about the usual behavior of the original owner, mother and son. How could this mother and son fool the great Zulong so much?

The mother of the original owner was a woman who paid tribute from a foreign country. According to the popular address of women in the Qin Dynasty (the place of birth plus the word Ji), this woman was called "Hu Ji". She was good at singing and dancing, and was considerate. Beautiful, very beautiful, very beautiful, not the traditional Chinese shoulderless, flat-chested, round-faced beauties with a little plumpness, but more suitable for modern people's aesthetic preferences - awl face, big breasts, long legs and slender legs Waist, thin and white.

In addition to dancing well, orchids, the biggest feature is affectation!Of course, if you want to like it, Hu Hai can change it to say "acting like a baby".

Because she didn't read any books since she was out of school, and she was born in a foreign country and didn't learn any etiquette, Hu Ji is really a big flower in the palace of Qin, where the nobles and beauties of the six countries are full of clouds. Of course, you have to compare her to a fresh and natural place. , Unpretentious scenery is fine.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter if other people eat this set or not, the owner of Xianyang Palace can just eat it. Rudeness can also be naive and straightforward, ignorance of etiquette can also be seen as not delicate and artificial, and naturalness can also be seen as love between husband and wife.

If you want Hu Hai to comment on the relationship between Hu Ji and Ying Zheng, you only need to mention a well-known TV series, and everyone will understand.

Huanzhugege.

Of course, Orchid is not only good at acting, nor is she doing it all the time, she has no knowledge of etiquette and has never read a book, but her IQ is still quite high. At least when the big boss is upset, Orchid will change her body Intellectual beauties, impress you with feminine tenderness and understanding.

Think about it, a woman, when you are in a good mood, this woman will be coquettish and self-willed, just like all the little women in the world, she will treat you like a lover; Solve your troubles, but she will listen to your troubles carefully, and at the same time use "Your Majesty, I believe in you", "Your Majesty is the best, this little thing will definitely not be difficult for you", with affectionate expressions Looking at you, and at the same time giving you the greatest help within her ability, makes you feel warm and not alone.

The most important thing is of course because Orchid is beautiful, very beautiful, very beautiful.But such a beautiful and lovely woman, fortunately or unfortunately, died young, the best years, before she got old and decrepit, she hastily stepped down from the stage, and what remained in Ying Zheng's heart will always be that time Young and beautiful shadow.

#On the development of cinnabar nevus and bright moonlight#

As a man, although Hu Hai despised Hu Ji for fooling fellow men, but as Hu Ji's son, Hu Hai cleverly copied Hu Ji's method of treating Ying Zheng, and with a little improvement, it became a Qin Dynasty version of parent-child activities , and then used them one by one on Aiwujiwu's Yingzheng.

Now it seems that the effect is quite good, after all, he is his own son, not picked up.

"I have practiced calligraphy for such a long time, just to give my father a surprise when he comes. As a result..." Hu Hai pointed his fingers and continued to say aggrievedly.

The work is done, now it's time to act as the touching Daqin, 24 filial son.

"Writing? Do you know how to read? You are only three years old!" Ying Zheng looked at Hu Hai in amazement. Although the eldest son Fusu was very talented, he did not start reading normally until he was five years old. When he was three years old...Fusu When Su was three years old, he was not yet in charge of the government, and the government was controlled by Madam Huayang, Lu Buwei, Lao Ai and others. At that time, what he worried about every day was the instability of the throne, the insecurity of the Great Qin Dynasty, and the daily worries about the government. Time to get along with Fusu.Especially when Fusu was three years old, it was the critical moment when Lao Ai rebelled against her and kissed her first son, and she had no time to get along with Fusu, so when Yingzheng recalled, he found that he didn't have the image of Fusu when he was three years old in his mind.

"Father looks down on people. What's wrong with being three years old? I, Hu Hai, is my father's son." Hu Hai stood up from Yingzheng's arms, held his head high, and said angrily: "Father, you are Men who want to unify the world, so... even if I only have a little bit of my father... even if I only have a little bit of my father... a little bit..." Hu Hai compared a very small distance between his thumb and index finger in front of Ying Zheng, "Anyway, Hu Hai only inherited a little bit of his father's ingenuity, which is enough for Hu Hai to enjoy throughout his life. Now it's just writing a word, what's so great? Father's son is of course the best."

"Hahaha... Hu Hai, Hu Hai, where did you learn this stuff from? Did Zhao Gao teach it? You're a little flatterer who can coax your father." Ying Zheng said so, but his face But he didn't look unhappy at all, instead he looked at Hu Hai with a smile on his face, without the seriousness he usually faces upwards.

"What? How can the father think of Hu Hai like this? These words are all in Hu Hai's heart. Hu Hai has been thinking about it all the time, but he didn't know how to say it before. Today, I thought about it. I thought about it for a long time... It was not taught by others. Yes, Hu Hai is so smart." Hu Hai raised his chin slightly and said proudly.

"Okay, okay, it wasn't taught by others, it wasn't taught by others." Although Ying Zheng already believed in his heart that Hu Hai's words just now were taught by others, he still satisfies his son's little desire for performance, and does not expose his little tricks. The confused father made him feel complacent, "Hu Hai, are you practicing calligraphy? Write it quickly and show it to your father. If you write well, you will be rewarded a lot."

"Is there a reward? Father, father, tell me first, what do you want to reward the child?" Hu Hai leaned in Ying Zheng's arms, put his arms around Ying Zheng's neck, and said with a smile.

"Don't laugh so happily, you will be rewarded if you write well, and you will be punished if you write badly." Ying Zheng stretched out his hand and squeezed Hu Hai's cheek, and said with a smile.

"Father, don't worry, the child is definitely the best. Instead of thinking about punishing the child, it is better to think about what to reward the child." Hu Hai slapped his chest, and before Ying Zheng could speak again, he added: "My child But the father's son."

When the two father and son were chatting and laughing, Zhao Gao also brought up the bamboo tubes and pens and inks that had been prepared.

Ying Zheng reached out his hand to stop Zhao Gao from grinding the ink, picked up the water cup next to him, poured a little water into the inkstone, and personally picked up a square of ink to grind it carefully.

"Father, seeing you like this, you are so embarrassing to go to battle for the baby yourself... If the boy can't write well, he will be ashamed to face others." Hu Hai blinked his eyes, feeling so excited.

The famous Qin Shihuang rubbed ink on himself, and loved him in every possible way, which is absolutely super-national treatment. If he said it, he would be called "Tom Su".

When Hu Hai thought about it, he was so excited that he almost couldn't hold the pen holder. He quickly took a deep breath, settled down, picked up the pen and wrote with concentration.

At first, Ying Zheng didn't think that Hu Hai, a three-year-old child, could calm down and practice calligraphy. He thought that even if he could write, he could only know a few simple characters, and his writing would definitely be terrible.Originally, Ying Zheng had already done everything, no matter how well Hu Hai wrote, as long as he really wrote it, no matter how ugly it was, I would definitely praise him well, and I planned to reward him with something casually, but what I didn't expect was that, Hu Hai's handwriting is really good. Although it can't be compared with beauty, each stroke is horizontal and vertical, and it can be called neat.

Seeing Hu Hai's decent posture, Ying Zheng felt a little emotional. He remembered that when he was a child, he was in Zhao Guo at that time. Because of the battle of Changping, he could only live with his mother under the fence, and barely had enough food and clothing. But there is no such condition as now to study with peace of mind, but Hu Hai's hard work and hard work are a bit like himself back then, "The writing is really good."

Hearing Ying Zheng's praise, Hu Hai pursed his lips and smiled, but kept waving his brush in his hand, and continued to write seriously, without getting restless because of Ying Zheng's praise, seeing Ying Zheng nodded in his heart again, " Don’t you say no clothes? I’m in the same robe as my son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear. I have the same hatred with my son. The writing is quite neat and there is a reward.”