[Comprehensive] Survival of the Last Emperor

As Yingzheng's most beloved son, Hu Hai's every move is the wind vane of Qin Palace.So don't say that he passed out due to heatstroke this time, even if it's just a cough due to a strong wind, he can always receive a room full of condolences.Although the state of Qin clearly forbids the rich and powerful to use weddings, funerals, illnesses and other reasons to give gifts to each other at large banquets and destroy the social atmosphere of kindness, Hu Hai is only four years old this year. Four-year-old children have a different concept of gifts from adults .

You only need to send some inexpensive but exquisite small gifts, and you can leave an impression in front of King Qin's favorite son, and if you are lucky, you can even be received by him. The most important thing is that everyone has given it, and you are the only one who didn't. Just wait for Mr. Hu Hai to wear small shoes—the above are the common aspirations of the three thousand beauties in the Qin Palace.

"These women are really troublesome. If you want to please your father, please please your father. Why do you use this son as a shield? You also said that you are visiting a doctor. One or two are beautifully dressed. What is the disease? It's really annoying It's gone." Hu Hai looked at Rou Ji who was arranging everyone's gifts for him, and giving back gifts, sighed, tilted her body, lay back on the bed, looked at the roof for a while, and suddenly said: "Why does my son always have a kind of innocence?" How does it feel to receive customers in a brothel?"

Rou Ji raised her head, looked at Hu Hai who was about to die, and asked with a serious expression: "What is a brothel?"

"Uh..." How to explain this?Brothel in this era seems to refer to a luxurious and exquisite elegant house, and has no other meaning.But that's not the point, the point is a young man who grew up in Xianyang Palace, how did he know about brothels?Let the king know that he has to check all the people around him to see who brought his precious son down.

If you can't find it, then...

Hu Hai shivered. He felt that the current group of people is very easy to use, much better than the previous group.

"My lord wants to eat ice cream." Hu Hai rolled on the bed, being a nobleman is good, you can completely ignore what the topic was just now, and you can change the topic at will.

"No more." Faced with her boss's blunt way of changing the topic, Rou Ji had no choice but to write down the word "brothel" silently, and then send someone to find out what it is.

"Why is it gone? I obviously made a lot of ice cream yesterday." Hu Hai jumped up from the couch, looked at Rou Ji pitifully, and said in a soft and cute voice: "Good Rou Ji, dear Rou Ji, is it my father? The king won't allow you to give me ice cream? It's okay, I'll just eat a little bit, if you don't tell me, I won't tell, I promise no one will know, and neither will my father, okay?"

It's not good to be "sick". Although he can get Yingzheng's meticulous care and love, because of "heat stroke", Hu Hai was forced by Yingzheng to stop all cold drinks, not even the ice basin in the bedroom. It's gone. When it's hot, you can only lie on the window to feel the natural wind, and you have to cover the bed with a thin blanket.

"The ice cream has already been taken away by the seventeenth son who came to visit in the afternoon." Rou Ji looked at Hu Hai who was as cute as a puppy, and said with an unbearable expression: "All, there is nothing left."

"What? Take it all away? Who asked them to take it away? Hurry up... Hurry up and get it back for me!" Hu Hai jumped up from the collapsed bed, and stomped on the quilt with his hands on his waist stepped on.

A group of superficial brats who gave him such a shabby gift even took away all his precious ice cream.No tutoring, really no tutoring at all, this young master... is so angry... This young master must tell his father, and let his father punish him...

"Your Majesty asked me to take it." Rou Ji said with a sincere face, "My Majesty said, anyway, the Eighteenth Princes can't eat it, so let's let Master Rong Lu and his brothers each take a portion back, share it and forget it, just right ..." To save the brat from stealing it.

"Father...Father? Why do you know me so well..." Hu Hai pointed at his fingers with a sad face, barely squeezed out two tears for his lost ice cream, sniffed and said: Is there anything to eat to cool off the heat? My son is going to die of heat now."

"Cool to relieve the heat..." Rou Ji was about to answer, when she suddenly stopped talking, bent her waist and lay on the ground, listened for a while, then got up and said to the puzzled Hu Hai: "Congratulations, young master." , Mr. Congratulations, here comes the most refreshing herbal tea."

What?Herbal tea?Yami Butterfly!This son is determined not to drink!

Hu Hai jumped up from the collapse, and looked around the room. Very good, there is a window on the left that is not closed. Although the window is a bit high, it doesn’t matter. There is a mat next to it, so I am not afraid of falling. Then Climb out of there now.

With a sound of "touch", Hu Hai fell to the ground. He didn't care to rub his dizzy little head, and struggled to get up from the floor. He patted his buttocks and was about to leave when he suddenly smelled a familiar smell of medicine.

This taste...isn't it the one my father forced me to drink at noon...

Before Hu Hai had time to turn his head, he felt himself being hugged and hugged into a familiar and warm embrace, "Baby boy, even if you think about your father, you can't just jump out of the window to pick him up after you're sick. "

"Uh..." My son, is this the rhythm of sending... to death for thousands of miles?

Hu Hai turned his head and looked at Ying Zheng's magnified face in front of him. Before he could say, "Father, why are you acting like a ghost, walking silently, and elusive?" "Wang, you think too much" Will Ying Zheng immediately force-feed the drug--this time, the crane will be red, right?

"Father, my son misses you." Hu Hai, who was very knowledgeable, immediately hugged Ying Zheng's neck, rubbed his small head against Ying Zheng's arms, and said in a childish voice.

"Father's little lamb, Father misses you too." Ying Zheng carried Hu Hai into the room, then smiled and took a bowl of black herbal tea that smelled like medicine from the waiter.

"Father, do you miss me that much?" Do you want me to die?

Hu Hai looked at the herbal tea in Ying Zheng's hands with a dark face. He hated taking traditional Chinese medicine the most. He didn't even like iced black tea. He even asked me to drink herbal tea. This is killing me, isn't it?Especially the herbal tea of ​​this era is not the herbal tea of ​​later generations, and I don't know what messy things are put in it. It is bitter and unpalatable. Every time I drink it, Hu Hai feels that his soul has been washed once.

"Drink it by yourself, or feed it to the king?" Ying Zheng looked at the miserable and depressed look of his bear child with a smile on his mouth, and felt a faint feeling of revenge in his heart, "If you drink it by yourself, the king will promise you one." The condition...well...you can eat ice cream."

Do you drink it yourself, or feed it to your father?Drinking by yourself can be exchanged for another condition; Father, hello... Film and TV directors, I will never insult you again, saying that you filmed indiscriminately, and let the ancients drink medicine. The patient is suffering.

Long or short pain?This is not a problem!

After only hesitating for three seconds, Hu Hai made the right choice. He closed his eyes and drank all the herbal tea in the bowl with Ying Zheng's hand, "It's so hard! Bring me a glass of water!" Hu Hai closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue, barking like a puppy cooling off.

The clear water was brought, and Hu Hai drank several sips of water before opening his eyes, panting heavily, and looked at Ying Zheng who was holding the water and smiling at himself with resentment, "Father, you just said you agreed to the child on one condition." .”

"Yeah...do you want ice cream? If you want it, please beg softly..." I beg my father, if my father is in a good mood, he might agree to you to eat one.But...it's too late today, there are no ready-made ice creams, and we have to wait until tomorrow...maybe the day after tomorrow...depending on Father Wang's mood, I hope you behave well.

Yingzheng prepared a lot of words to ridicule Hu Hai, and he was also ready to welcome a brat who grabbed his neck, cried and yelled in his arms, "the child won't obey, the father is lying", but he What he didn't expect was that he didn't have the chance to say these things that he had thought about a long time ago.

"No need, father, please help me kill someone." Hu Hai waved his little meaty claws, and said indifferently.

After thinking about it all afternoon today, he finally remembered who Han Wangan was, and wentssip with Rouji about the troubles of the old nobles in Xinzheng, and a famous name floated up from the depths of his memory.

If Hu Hai's father in his previous life heard his son clamoring to kill someone, he would have doubted and questioned him first, and then he would have been terrified when the facts were confirmed, and finally tried to persuade his son to give up the idea.

But who is Ying Zheng?The majestic king of the Qin Dynasty, his three views are originally crooked, not to mention, is killing someone a big deal?Is it a big deal?A small matter as big as sesame and mung bean is also worthy of my precious son's request.

"Kill who?" Ying Zheng said briskly.

If it wasn't for not asking this sentence, he wouldn't know who he was going to kill. Ying Zheng didn't even bother to ask this sentence. He will try to commute his sentence as much as possible, even if the punishment is fair and strict with rewards and punishments, that is, he will not kill indiscriminately or be a good person, he is the best child.It must be a heinous crime to make such a child so determined to kill him—offending one's own poor child is a capital crime, and it doesn't matter if other criminals don't commit the crime.

"His name is Zhang Liang. He's a Korean. His native place... I don't know, I just remember that their ancestors have been prime ministers in Korea for many generations." Hu Hai scratched his head and seriously recalled the history books about "Liu Hou Zhang Liang" legend.

It's a pity that under the exam-oriented education, he just swept away the things that didn't belong to the test center, and didn't care about them at all. His memories of Zhang Liang were "Bolangsha", "Hongmen Banquet", "Crossing the Wall Ladder", "Help Grandpa picking up shoes" I really don't know what Zhang Liang should be doing now.

Probably...in a corner, draw a circle to curse Ying Zheng and his whole family?

"Korean? Five generations?" Ying Zheng naturally knew more than the half-knowledgeable Hu Hai. Based on these two key words, he had deduced which family Hu Hai was talking about.

However, I have never heard of this Zhang Liang, who is the child of Yingchuan Zhang's family?Forget it, it's so troublesome, you might as well kill the entire Zhang family in Yingchuan, who will let your children offend the widow's sweetheart.

The author has something to say: Why do you call Zhang Liang a great beauty?The real handsome guy in the third Jerry of the Han Dynasty is obviously Chen Ping...

Sima Qian said that Zhang Liang's "look like a woman and a good girl" is definitely not a compliment. The biggest possibility is that he is short and looks like a mother... The early Han Dynasty was not the Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and it was not popular for a feminine and beautiful boy like Murong Chong . . .