I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

Ying Zheng woke up somewhere in a side hall of Lanchi Palace.

When he woke up, surrounded by a lot of palace people, Zhuang Xi was wiping his forehead with a hot towel.Yingzheng's sideburns, neck, and back were all wet. It was sweat from a weak body. He wanted to stand up in a daze, but was held down by the imperial physician.

The imperial physician Xia Wuqie wiped the sweat from his palms with a handkerchief, and said nervously, "Young master, don't move, you just finished taking the needle, you are close to death, you must rest."

It was only then that Ying Zheng noticed a soreness all over his body after being pricked by a needle.

There was a water basin next to the bed, with a lot of blood mixed in it, and it was scarlet.Ying Zheng unconsciously raised his hand and wiped the tip of his nose. It was clean and there was nothing.

It seems to be breathing easier.

While prescribing the prescription, Xia Wuqie said: "Young master has stagnation in his heart recently, his blood is retrograde, and he almost lost his life. Remember to rest carefully, don't get angry, don't catch cold and wind, lie down well, and then acupuncture for six days, you will be fine. Get out of bed and move around."

Ying Zheng: "..."

If he hadn't lost contact with the system, he would have jumped to Lanchi and drowned now, and changing his body wouldn't be worse than this.Not to mention six days, he couldn't lie down for half a day.

Xia Wuqi wrote the prescription on the paper and handed it to Yao Cheng who followed.He put away the medicine box, gave some advice to the palace staff, and bid farewell to Ying Zheng.

Zhuang Xi suddenly said: "Well, according to the imperial physician's order, the young master can't blow the wind, so wrap him tightly and send him back to Chang'an Palace, okay?"

Xia Wuqie just remembered this episode, this is a side hall of the king's bedroom, it really can't stay for a long time.He sighed and said, "Send it back when the snow stops. I'll go and talk to the king about the situation. If it's really not allowed, I can only do what you said."

Ying Zheng had already imagined how he would be carried back to Chang'an Palace wrapped up like a silkworm chrysalis.

He was speechless when a notice from the servant came from outside: "The king is here—"

There were faint footsteps outside.

Zhao Zheng walked through the hall corridor in black clothes, and the servant opened the side hall door for him. He did not stay in the main hall, but walked into the inner room.

The servant served hot tea, but Zhao Zheng held it in his hand, but didn't drink it. He just covered it to dispel the chill from outside.

The screen and bead curtains separated the scene on the bed, and a room full of people kneeled in the small inner room.

Zhao Zheng glanced at Xia Wuqiu, and said in a deep voice, "How is it?"

It was dark outside and the snow was still falling.He had just returned from handling political affairs in Zhangtai Palace, and when he heard that Zhao Ying had woken up, he decided to come over to take a look out of reason.

Xia Wuqie said: "Mr. Ziying has just woken up. He is close to death. His body is too weak to catch the cold and wind. He needs to lie still for a few days. I beg your majesty to send you back to Chang'an Palace after the snow stops."

Zhao Zheng said casually, "How long will you lie down?"

"Six days. My lord, this is a natural deficiency disease. As long as you follow the doctor's advice and take medicine on time, and then I give you acupuncture, after six days, you should be better than before. This time, the nosebleeds have vented the negative energy and cleared the stagnation. , but it’s a good thing.”

Zhao Zheng stopped drinking tea, got up and turned around the screen, opened the agate bead curtain, and glanced at the couch.

The young man lying there had his eyes closed, his skin was pale, his lips were even slightly redder, and his temple hair was wet against his cheeks.

Zhao Zheng withdrew his gaze, there was no special expression on his face, but his voice was magnetic, and his tone slowed down: "Lie here for six days, and the people of Chang'an Palace will stay and serve."

A group of people knelt down and thanked each other.

Xia Wuqi took the medicine box to ask Zhao Zheng for instructions and left the side hall, just in time to bump into Prince Zhao Xian who was rushing towards him, and hastily got out of the way.

The servant said: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has come."

Zhao Zheng just turned around and walked out of the screen. He wanted to ask the servant to take Zhao Xian to the study, but before he could speak, a childish voice sounded from the outer hall: "Father? Father, I have finished my homework today!"

Zhao Xian ran towards the inner room while talking, and when he got to the door, he collided with Zhao Zheng who came out, and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Oh... Father, it hurts so much!" Zhao Xian rubbed his head, as if he hit his father's leg just now.

"Do you still know it hurts?" Zhao Zheng helped him up with a sullen face. He was used to Zhao Xian's sloppy behavior, and scratched the tip of his nose.

Zhao Xian laughed and said, "Yes, hit anyone who is disobedient!"

Zhao Zheng smiled and tapped his little head: "Go to the study, don't make noise here."

It was only then that Zhao Xian noticed that there seemed to be palace people in the inner room, and he didn't care. He pondered for a while, stepped forward and tentatively held Zhao Zhengxiu's long fingers, with very light force, and whispered: "Father, hug me!" .”

The child's eyes were black and pure, with a little water vapor. When he looked at him, his eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry, and he sniffed: "Father is very busy every day, always leave me to Mr. "

At the end, his voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was afraid of being rejected, Zhao Xian let go of Zhao Zheng's hand a little bit: "My son is rude, please don't be angry, my son will go to receive the punishment..."

Just when he was about to turn around, he was suddenly picked up by someone.

Zhao Zheng hugged him with one hand, took the bamboo slip from his arms with the other hand and handed it to the servant next to him, and said in a low voice, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I'm afraid my father will be angry..." Zhao Xian hugged Zhao Zheng joyfully, but he didn't expect that the method taught to him by Uncle Ziying really succeeded, so he couldn't help hugging this tall and majestic man tightly, "My father is so warm ah."

Zhao Xian just came back from the outside, his body was still cold, he boldly rubbed Zhao Zheng's cheek.

Zhao Zheng kissed him on the forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Come on, look at the father."

Zhao Xian put his hands around the back of Zhao Zheng's neck and looked at him obediently. He thought that his father would say something about him, but he didn't expect his father's face to darken, "Who did you learn this from? Huh? Don't Lied to me."

Zhao Xian: "..."

Father Wang is too witty.

No one dared to lie under such gazes, Zhao Xian felt guilty for a while, and coughed embarrassingly: "Uh... Uncle Ziying taught me, father, don't be angry, okay, it's good for those who are not healthy. ..."

"Zhao Ying?" Zhao Zheng glanced into the inner room intentionally or unintentionally, "How did he teach you?"

Zhao Xian hesitated a little, but finally admitted honestly: "Uncle said, my father likes people who can speak straightforwardly, don't show off cleverness in front of my father, so I just..."

So just hug me.

Zhao Zheng narrowed his eyes: "What else?"

Zhao Xian: "It's gone..."

After he finished speaking, he saw his father raised his eyebrows. He immediately felt uncomfortable, and hurriedly said: "There is also... Uncle Ziying said that the father will not accept the hard, and let the son figure out a way. So the son Retreat to advance..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng understood that the boy was crying for him on purpose just now.He was about to put Zhao Xian down with a sullen face, but Zhao Xian immediately hooked him like a pendant: "Father, don't be angry, my son knows his mistake!"

Zhao Zheng flicked his little head, which was regarded as punishment.Leading him back to the inner room, sitting on the guest couch, raised his chin slightly and pointed at the screen: "Go and have a look."

Zhao Xian blinked, not knowing why, but still obediently walked over to have a look.

The palace people knelt on the ground to make way for him.

Zhao Xian turned around the screen and the bead curtain, and when he saw the young man lying on the bed, he let out an uh: "...Uncle Ziying?"

Ying Zheng was no longer dozing off, and with his eyes open, he more or less heard what Zhao Zheng and Zhao Xian said outside just now, but he didn't expect this kid to be sold out just by being frightened by Zhao Zheng.

Ying Zheng saved his energy and said nothing.

Zhao Xian walked to his side, stroked his temple hair, and whispered: "Uncle, you sweat a lot, are you sick again?"

Ying Zheng nodded lightly.

He has nothing to say about this body, and there are really not many things that can make him so speechless.

Zhao Xian took a towel from the palace man and helped him gently wipe his hair, and said with a guilty conscience: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I confessed you just now... But if the father is angry with you, I will definitely stop him."

Ying Zheng smiled lightly, "Did you succeed?"

Zhao Xian was very happy when he mentioned this, and he rubbed his hair much more briskly: "I succeeded! Father not only hugged me, but also kissed me! Here it is!"

He pointed to somewhere on his forehead.

Ying Zheng looked at his silly look, and inexplicably thought of the bunch of children he used to have. It seemed that he didn't pay much attention to the rest except Fusu and Huhai.Suddenly, he wondered whether those children were like Zhao Xian, who wanted his love, but dared not say it, and could only watch from afar.

I didn't think so before, but after getting to know Zhao Zheng, he seems to have become more affectionate.

Ying Zheng raised his hand and stroked Zhao Xian's forehead, where Zhao Zheng had kissed him, and said softly, "He's really not a good father, isn't he?"

"I know he loves me very much. It's just that he's too busy. The state of Qin is so big and there are so many things to do. My father has to be busy until late at night every day before going to bed." Zhao Xian seemed to be whispering to Ying Zheng, his voice was low The little one said, "He is the best, whether it is father or King Qin, he is the best."

Ying Zheng stroked his forehead and hummed.

Zhao Xian was much better than he imagined. He thought that the child born to a clever person like Cheng Yu would not have great wisdom, but this child did not have the crooked thoughts of Cheng Yu, he was well-behaved, sensible and eccentric. , very much like Zhao Zheng when he was a child.

Hearing that Zhao Xian was protecting Zhao Zheng so much, he felt a little relieved.

Seeing that he looked tired, Zhao Xian covered his neck with the quilt, tucked it up carefully, and said softly, "Uncle, rest, don't catch a cold."

Ying Zheng hummed, and sure enough, he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Zhao Xian walked out of the screen, obediently returned to Zhao Zheng's side, Zhao Zheng was drinking tea, without raising his head, he asked, "Is he awake?"

Zhao Xian nodded.

"What whispered?"

Zhao Zheng pursed his lips, rolled his eyes blackly, and stuck out his tongue: "My father said it in a whisper, I won't tell my father."

Zhao Zheng didn't really want to compete with the child, so he ordered the servant: "Take him to the study."

"Okay!" This meant to check homework, Zhao Xian happily and nervously carried the bamboo slips and went out.

As soon as the little prince left, the inner room became quiet.Zhao Zheng put down the teacup, got up and said, "Take a good rest."

Ying Zheng closed his eyes on the bed and opened his eyes.

After a while, there was no other sound.Ying Zheng looked at the curtain above his head, thinking that Zhao Zheng must have left, and said softly, "Zhuang Xi, come here."

"Hey, young master." Zhuang Xi bent over and walked to the side of the bed, knelt down, "What's wrong? Do you still want to eat something?"

Ying Zheng didn't have any appetite or discomfort, just tapped his fingers on the bed lightly, "What is the official position of the gentleman next to the prince?"

"It's Prince Shaofu, why did you suddenly ask this?"

"Your Majesty appreciates him?"

Zhuang Xi thought for a while, "I don't know much about this, but this Tai Tuo has done something that everyone knows. About five years ago, he made a small mistake. Deliberately embarrassing him and expelling him from the Qin Palace. He was so courageous that he smashed his head on the road to the Great Dynasty Conference and wrote a book in blood, saying that according to the Qin law, he would not be expelled for his mistakes. Please ask the king to investigate clearly.

The king read the blood book he wrote on the ground, asked him if he understood the law, and asked who he learned his calligraphy from. The hidden palace was dealt with and several people were killed.Later, he was promoted to be the concubine of the crown prince, and he was also named a servant. Usually, some important edicts were written and issued by this young master. "

Ying Zheng was silent after listening, but he understood a little bit in his heart.

He remembered a very long and small thing, so small that he could hardly remember it himself.At the beginning, Zhao Gao was good at calligraphy, and his seal script was very strong. He had copied Zhao Gao's characters for a while, so the handwriting was somewhat similar to Zhao Gao's.This was originally an inconspicuous matter. After Zhuang Xi said this, he realized that this matter might be very important to Zhao Zheng.

Ying Zheng vaguely remembered that he had written some articles to Zhao Zheng when he was in Handan. Zhao Zheng must have known his handwriting clearly, but he couldn't remember any details, and just thinking about it gave him a headache.

Zhuang Xi saw that he was frowning and his face was pale, and worried: "Young Master, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Ying Zheng raised his hand, "You go down first."

Zhuang Xi hesitated and said: "Physician Xia said that the young master has to eat on time, and eat something light. I'll go back and make some porridge, young master, how about some? I haven't eaten for several hours."

Ying Zheng nodded.

Zhuang Xi was afraid that the young master would not want to eat, but now he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, and retreated.

He brought two palace servants to go back to Chang'an Palace to bring some meals, but just as he was about to leave, the Qin King's servant came in from the side hall.Zhuang Xi hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

The servant brought over the food box from the palace servants who followed him, and handed it to Zhuang Xi: "Your Majesty ordered the servants to take care of the young master's food. This is the medicinal porridge that has just been cooked according to the imperial physician's orders."

Zhuang Xi took it with both hands, thanked nervously, wrote down some other matters ordered by the servant, and sent him away respectfully, before returning to the inner room with the food box.

Seeing him go and come back, Ying Zheng raised his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Just now the king's servants brought the medicinal porridge, saying that the young master's food and drink for the past few days will be taken care of by the servants."

He carefully opened the luxurious food box, and inside was a small and delicate bowl, light green color, crystal clear, with beautiful patterns and carvings on it, it was very precious at first glance.Zhuang Xi was short-sighted and couldn't tell what material it was made of, he just smirked: "This bowl is really pretty."

Ying Zheng smiled and said, "Then be careful, this one is priceless, if you break it, you will lose your head."

Zhuang Xi trembled, and hurriedly clenched the bowl tightly, not caring how hot the porridge just boiled, "Don't scare me, son, if I really hit you, I won't be able to take care of you..."

Ying Zheng didn't expect him to be so unintimidated, and laughed: "There is no such thing in the Great Qin Law, just to tease you. Put it on the lacquer table and eat it later."

"Yeah, okay..." Zhuang Xi put the medicinal porridge on the table and stirred it gently with a spoon so that it would cool down faster.

Outside the hall, the servant walked through the winding corridors of the hall, and after going around many circles, he came to a door, and said softly: "Your Majesty, the medicine porridge has been delivered."

Zhao Zheng's cold voice came from the study: "Come in."

The waiter walked in and closed the door.The room was warm, and the heavy snow outside did not affect the warmth here at all.Zhao Zheng had just finished checking Zhao Xian's homework, so he slapped the back of his hand and arranged for the palace servants to take him back to sleep.

He changed into a light white coat, but his hands were still busy approving memorials.

The memorial is made of paper.

Five years ago, when Ying Zheng left, he wrote many things in the silk book left by Zhao Zheng, and asked Zhao Zheng to weigh and do it himself.Those mechanism boxes that he brought to Qin State when he was the son of Wei State, which had caused headaches for countless skilled craftsmen in the Shaofu, could be opened immediately after the system's restrictions were lifted.

Inside are all kinds of things related to the national economy and the people's livelihood that Yingzheng forcibly seized from the system at the beginning. They will not exceed the load of Qin State and can adapt to the current level. When it comes to production tools, there will be exquisite models attached.

The manufacture and use of paper is just one of them.

Although it will increase the workload of burning books in the future, Ying Zheng thinks this is not a big problem after weighing it.He didn't really want those books to be extinct by burning books, but he just didn't allow others to discuss the theory of a hundred schools of thought to disturb people's hearts.If the books in his private collection were discovered, they would just be confiscated. If they were not discovered, he would not really ask people to go door-to-door to search.There is a limit to everything, too much is too late, just turn a blind eye and close one eye will pass.

At this moment, the study was extremely quiet.After Zhao Zheng finished approving part of the memorial, he put down his ink pen, closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the seat, and said in a deep voice, "Have you checked?"

The servant said respectfully: "I checked, Mr. Ziying has been staying in Chang'an Palace recently, there is nothing unusual, he goes out for a walk every day, today I met His Royal Highness, talked with His Highness for a while, and then came to Lanchi Went for a walk."

Zhao Zheng tapped the armrest with his finger: "How is Zhao Gao?"

"Aside from teaching His Highness the law and literacy, and dealing with the affairs at hand, I just stay in the mansion and don't go out much."

Still the same law-abiding.However, the more this happened, the more curious Zhao Zheng became.Curious about the relationship between this person and Mr. Zhao Gao may be an opportunity to confirm Mr.'s identity.At the beginning, he asked Meng Yi to signal Yin Palace to keep an eye on Zhao Gao, and just kill him when he finds an opportunity, but Zhao Gao is very good at life, and Yin Palace deliberately covered him up, thinking that driving him out would be enough.Only then did Zhao Gao block the way and remonstrate with death.

Zhao Zheng killed several people because of the cover of the hidden palace.First, as a warning, disobedience is nothing more than death.Secondly, to explain to Zhao Gao and the courtiers that the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty are not written there to look good.

At that time, Zhao Zheng watched Zhao Gao write out each word with the blood on his forehead, he was attracted by the handwriting, and was also slightly shocked.At that time, he somewhat understood why the husband wanted to kill this man.It's just that Zhao Zheng thought that such a palace man from the hidden palace couldn't cause any disturbances, and he did have some skills, so he kept him.

Then he found that this Zhao Gaoyuan was much more interesting than he imagined.He is calm and reticent, and has been promoted again and again in just five years, but he has no arrogance or complacency.He probably learned a lesson from the incident in the Yin Palace. He could not find any mistakes in what he said or did, and he seemed to be a very good courtier.

However, it was still a bit short.They are far worse than Wang Jian, Li Si and Zhang Liang.

Zhao Zheng didn't know how long he had been in a trance, but the tea in his hand was already cold when he realized it.He lowered his eyes and took a sip, "Go down and let Yushi pay attention to this Zhao Ying."

The censor said that it sounds good to be a supervisor, but in fact it is a surveillance. The king asked the censor to pay attention to this young master, and he was already suspicious.The servant knew it well, and respectfully accepted the order: "Yes."

The servant opened the door and was about to exit, but heard some movement from the side hall.He raised his head to ask Zhao Zheng: "Your Majesty?"

Zhao Zheng raised his eyes slightly: "Go and have a look."

The waiter promised to go over there to have a look, and came back to report soon.

"Young Master Ziying just ate some medicinal porridge and didn't follow the doctor's advice and insisted on getting out of bed. The palace people stopped him from coming out."

"Let him go." Zhao Zheng flipped open a new memorial, and his deep voice vaguely meant to stand by and watch the excitement: "Let's see what he wants to do."