[Comprehensive] Survival of the Last Emperor

Hu Hai opened his small mouth in surprise, then tilted his head and frowned, thought hard for a while, and said slowly: "How can I let the child answer this? Isn't it normal for people to freeze to death when it snows in winter?"

"Who taught you this?" Ying Zheng continued to coax and persuade. He didn't think that a child who had never been out of Xianyang Palace, although smart and precocious, had shown talent and learned knowledge in the past. Got it from books.Now he can think of this kind of people's livelihood from a heavy snow, which seems unlikely?No wonder someone else is teaching me behind?

Yingzheng grew up in the market since he was a child, and lived in the deep palace after returning to China. He has seen a lot of intrigue and sinister people, and he knows that where there are people, there is struggle.It was the same when I was in the palace. The women in the palace used to train their children to compete for favor. Unfortunately, children are children, and their acting skills are mostly single-dimensional, which can be seen through at a glance.And the words they said when they were flattering were still okay without comparison, but when he got used to Hu Hai's high-level truth words... yes, it was true words, not flattery.

Although Hu Hai's words are always bold, making people feel frightened and blushing, and sometimes feel ashamed and think "I'm not as good as you say", but according to Ying Zheng's countless eyes, When Hu Hai said these words, the expression of "my father is right, if my father is wrong, it must be society's fault" exuded all over his body, he was absolutely sincere.

Naturally, Ying Zheng didn't know that there was a creature in later generations called a brain-dead fan.

But even so, Ying Zheng didn't think that Hu Hai could think of this kind of people's livelihood issue. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't he boast "Rising snow from the sky, I wish my father and king will destroy Wei already"?Not to mention, Hu Hai would know that he was in trouble for the sudden heavy snow these few days.

So, who is the person behind Hu Hai?Hu Hai doesn't have a mother, and the palace people around him also lack this kind of vision. If they have vision and can figure out their own thoughts, then there may be only one target... Zhao Gao.

snort!He treated Hu Hai as a student very well.

I don't know that Yingzheng has already made up a lot of brains in an instant, and Hu Hai, who has brought into full play the trait of being suspicious of the emperor, scratched his head in distress and looked around... This kind of behavior falls on Yingzheng. In his eyes, he was immediately brainwashed into looking for Zhao Gao's off-court support.

"Hu Hai, you are a good boy. Tell your father, who taught you these words? Tell your father, and your father will not punish you to be a vegetarian." Ying Zheng said in a seductive tone.

Hu Hai rolled his eyes silently, and he agreed that he would not be fined if he handed over the drawing of the dragon chair. Why did he hand in his own picture, and Ying Zheng is no longer talking?Really bad!And the first emperor!

"Do you still need someone to teach you?" Hu Hai looked at Ying Zheng with a "helpless" expression, and that "three points of helplessness, three points of spoiling, four points of doting" eyes looked at Ying Zheng's eyes, There was a faint sense of familiarity.

Isn't this the way the widow looked at Hu Hai when he made a mistake?bad boy!Learn from your father!Not filial piety!

"If you have to say that someone taught the child, it is you, father." Hu Hai said with a sigh.

Suspicion is really bad.

"Widow? Impossible?" Ying Zheng shook his head. One of his dreams is to have a child like himself, and then pamper him, and let him become a carefree... bear child under his protection. .

Anyway, the widow's child, even if he is no longer angry or promising, can still live a stable and smooth life with his blood.

So how could he teach Hu Hai such things?Even now, he thinks that Hu Hai reads too much, thinks too much, and is not cute enough.

"Father, look at that..." Hu Hai pointed his finger out of the window and said.

Looking in the direction of Hu Hai's finger, Ying Zheng saw a pond covered with thin ice, "So what?"

"Father, do you still remember those lotus plants on the pond?" Hu Hai turned to glance at Ying Zheng, and pointed to the few lotus plants that had been frozen on the surface of the pond before they withered completely due to the sudden change of weather. "In autumn, my son thought the ruined lotus plants were not good-looking, so he wanted to order someone to pull them out. But father, you said you should keep them, and you said that you would enjoy the remnants of lotus with my son when it rained, so my son He ordered people to stay."

Having said that, Hu Hai gave Ying Zheng a very resentful look.

"Uh... Father really didn't forget the agreement with you, father really didn't come on purpose..." Ying Zheng stammered and wanted to explain, why is the memory of the bear so good?Isn't it said that children can't remember too many things?But... From another perspective, doesn't this mean that as a father, he has a high status in his son's heart, so his son will remember every word he said?

"I didn't blame you, my son. Handling state affairs is naturally more important than watching the remnants with my son. Although my son is a little uncomfortable, he is still very sensible. He is not the kind of brat who does not understand adults. But since it is raining, some It may cause the Weihe River and the Dahe River (now the Yellow River) to flood, causing embankments on both sides of the bank to break and the people living in poverty, so that the father and the king released the pigeons of the children. Then...why can't people freeze to death when it snows?" Hu Hai said "reasonable", The little look of grievance shown on his delicate face from time to time proved that he was a duplicity and inconsiderate brat.

Ying Zheng was speechless for a while, not knowing how to comfort his little bear, so he could only keep looking at Hu Hai, until he saw that his eyes were turning red with grievance, and then hurriedly said: "The acting skills are really bad! And you said you are not a bear! "

"Hmph!" Hu Hai turned his back angrily, scoundrel, ignore you.

"Okay, okay! Don't be angry! Don't be angry! What should I do if I get angry?" Seeing that Hu Hai turned his back and kept wiping his face with his hands, Ying Zheng's father was so angry that he closed the window first. , then hugged Hu Hai, forced him to face himself, looked at his red eye circles, and his rather miserable appearance, and comforted him softly: "Good boy! You are the best and the best! Crying like this because of anger? From now on, the father won’t scold you as a brat, isn’t it okay?”

"My boy is out of breath..." Hu Hai blinked, then lowered his head, because when he pinched his thigh, he accidentally struck too hard, and it hurt so much.

As for no longer scolding himself as a "bear child" in the future, Hu Hai sniffed, thought about it seriously, looked at Ying Zheng and said, "Father, you should scold him, if you don't scold you, you won't get used to it. won't get used to it."

"Hahaha...you little bear." Ying Zheng hugged Hu Hai, sat back on the sofa, looked at Hu Hai with an innocent face, and said, "After the new year, you will be six years old (false years old) and you should be with your Brothers, let's go to school together."

"Huh? You still have to go to school?" Hu Hai forgot to cry now, staring at Ying Zheng with wide eyes and asked.

For children, if there is anything more unacceptable than taking injections and taking medicine, it is definitely going to school. Even if you are not a child, you also hate going to school.

"Of course, although the words of the Confucianists are not very interesting, their six arts - rites, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics - are good, and they can still be learned." Ying Ying Zheng Zheng looked at Hu Hai's bitter face, and remembered the scene when he went to school when he was a child. How can there be such a difference between people?When I was a child, I really looked forward to reading.

However, not liking to read books seems to be the common preference of every carefree child.

Thinking about it this way, the widow really raised the child very well.

With such a triumphant mood, Ying Zheng let off a big thunder in satisfaction, and drove Hu Hai, who was so scorched by the thunder, out of the room... Wait?Whose room is this?

After waking up, Hu Hai watched in surprise as he was moving various daily necessities into his room...not his own daily necessities, but Ying Zheng's instead of his own daily necessities, as well as memorials and other things.

"Father, are you planning to have fun with the baby?" Hu Hai lay on the threshold, looked at Ying Zheng who was sitting on the sofa, and carefully picked up a memorial to read, and said with a look of surprise.

"Didn't you say you welcome your father to stay?" Ying Zheng turned his head and looked at Hu Hai confidently.

"I said... I said..." But I really just said it, I never thought that I would actually attract a big Buddha, "But I didn't say, I want to give you my room? I My sofa, my table..." Hu Hai looked at the sofa under Yingzheng's buttocks and the mahjong table in front of him with reluctant eyes.

"Didn't you often say that the whole world is the king's land? Why can't the widow use this room?" Ying Zheng leaned comfortably on the sofa, propped his chin in one hand, and held a memorial in the other, flipping through it casually, "This sofa is really good. If the widows are tired when writing memorials, they can rest on the spot. After resting enough, they can continue writing memorials. There is no need to go to the couch to rest."

"Hehe..." After saying such superficial words, what else can I say?rich!capricious!It's that simple!

Hu Hai retracted his head silently, and grabbed the bixiong who was desperately trying to run into Yingzheng's room.I don't even have a chance to get close to my father, you brat want to be close to my father?hum!Father is mine!

As Yingzheng's beloved son, the palace Hu Hai lived in was naturally very large, and it was not a small single room for later generations. Yingzheng occupied a room, and it was a matter of minutes to go to the side hall to find a room to sleep in.Although it is a side hall, the decoration in the room is no worse than the original one, but no matter how you think about it, Hu Hai feels aggrieved.

It’s not that Hu Hai doesn’t welcome living in the same palace with Ying Zheng—their family of three lived in a much smaller house than this in their previous life. On the contrary, they feel that living together can give them a sense of intimacy as a family. , is simply a familiar stranger, but when Hu Hai thought of the real reason why Ying Zheng lived here...Heating in winter is more important than his cute son, so unhappy!

Just when Hu Hai was sulking, Ying Zheng was leaning on the sofa, frowning and holding a memorial, thinking, should he send Mr. Changping to Yingdu?

The author has something to say: ...the dungeon of Chu Kingdom is finally about to open...Let's go and kill Xiang Yu...