I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

The blizzard stopped overnight, and the already deserted Chang'an Palace became even more silent.In the early morning, Zhuang Xi opened the palace door and was about to sweep the snow, but he saw the imperial doctor Xia rushing over to the palace road with a medicine box and several medicine ministers behind him.

Seeing Zhuang Xi, he raised his hand and yelled: "Mr. Ziying! Tell him not to run around in the wind and catch a cold, why doesn't he listen to a single one! Ouch, I'm so mad...you are servants! Do you know how to stop him!"

Zhuang Xi went to the door and bowed to salute, he had a headache and said, "Master, he has been sleeping since he came back last night, and he still hasn't woken up yet."

Xia Wuqi was so angry that the medicine box was shaking, "If I hadn't accumulated some experience in nurturing the king's mind in the past few years, I might not have been able to save him yesterday! Why are everyone so disrespectful to their bodies?!"

It was probably the first time in Xia Wuqiu's career that he encountered such a disobedient patient, he reprimanded Zhuang Xi several times, and then stormed into Chang'an Palace with a suitcase.

Zhuang Xi was honestly told by him, and he nodded and bowed in response.This Imperial Physician Xia is the imperial physician of the King of Qin. There are many nobles in the clan of the Qin State. No amount of money can be spent to invite them. He must not offend him. He is willing to beat him up, let alone a few words of scolding.Zhuang Xi hurriedly led the way, and sent someone to wake up the young master by the way.

Xia Wuqiu waited outside for a while, the palace man opened the door and invited him in.

There is a strong smell of medicine in the room, which is the aftertaste of taking the medicine for many years. Opening the windows every day for ventilation may not be able to dissipate.

Xia Wuqiu frowned when he smelled the smell, "This prescription is not prescribed well, the Astragalus root is over, and Atractylodes macrocephala is not used in that way, is it prescribed by the Imperial Medical Office?"

Zhuang Xi said: "Yes."

Xia Wuqi waved his hand: "Don't take this prescription, take it according to the prescription I prescribed earlier, take it for 49 days and then see."

Zhuang Xi hurriedly responded.

Although Ying Zheng was woken up, he was still very sleepy, with no strength at all, so he closed his eyes and took a nap.

Xia Wuqiu didn't dare to hurt him, and while administering the needles, he babbled and instructed Ying Zheng, as if he had fallen asleep, and turned a deaf ear to him.After using up the needle, Zhuang Xi had just sent Xia Wuqi away, when he came back, he saw his son got out of bed and was changing clothes.

Zhuang Xi immediately went over to help change clothes, and whispered: "My lord is going out?"

"Sit in the yard."

He couldn't lie down.

Seeing that he was not going to go out, Zhuang Xi breathed a sigh of relief, and asked people to lay several layers of carpets from the Western Regions in the courtyard, set up desks and low seats, and brought the medicinal porridge along the way.

After eating breakfast, taking medicine, and basking in the sun.The palace people also finished their work and built a snowman in the corner of the yard.

Zhao Ying was generous and benevolent, he had no pretensions, and the palace people were not particularly polite, so although there were not many people in Chang'an Palace, it was very lively.

Ying Zheng sat there with his hand stove in his arms and watched them laughing and jokingly making snowmen and playing snowballs. The warm sun shone on his face, and he laughed out of nowhere.

Not long after, there was a commotion on the other side of the yard. Before Zhuang Xi could go over to check the situation, a handsome little boy in black winter clothes broke in. Behind him, a group of palace officials and servants trotted after him, fearing that he might not Be careful not to fall or hit someone again.

The little prince Zhao Xian saw a few palace people having a snowball fight, so he also ran over to join in.

The palace people all knelt down when they saw him, Zhao Xian asked them to play with him, but no one dared to get up.

Zhao Xian stood there sad for a long time, then turned and left.

Then he was hit in the back by a snowball.His eyes lit up, he turned his head to look, and saw the man sitting in the yard.

He was a pale-skinned young man with a smile in his eyes. He was covered under a snow-white fox fur. He was handsome and handsome. When he glanced over at the first glance, he felt like he was looking at his father.

"Uncle Ziying!" Zhao Xian rolled his big eyes, as if he just remembered something, "Is this Chang'an Palace?"

Ying Zheng smiled lightly and said, "You didn't even look where you came in?"

"I heard them having a good time outside, so I came in to have a look, but they didn't play with me."

The little snowball in Ying Zheng's hand bounced out and hit Zhao Xian lightly on the forehead: "I'm not studying hard, I just want to play. Did you finish your homework today?"

The cool feeling when the snow melted made Zhao Xian very happy, and what made him even happier was that this uncle Ziying was not afraid of him like others, but was willing to play with him.

"I haven't finished writing yet. Uncle will watch me write, okay? I'm too bored by myself." He took the bamboo slips and pens and paper from the palace servants behind him, sat across from Yingzheng, and wiped off the snow on his forehead Mu, looked at him expectantly.

Ying Zheng nodded: "Then it's here. Where's your husband?"

Zhao Xian unfolded the paper enthusiastically, "Uncle, you mean Mr. Zhao Gao? He is taking a rest today."

Ying Zheng didn't speak, and quietly watched Zhao Xian write.

After a while, the pen in Zhao Xian's hand paused, "Uncle, there is a word I can't write. I forgot how to write the resignation."

This word is really not easy for a six-year-old child to write. Ying Zheng picked up a pen and helped him write it out: "Write it several times."

"Well, good!" Zhao Xian took the paper and took it over to look at it, and he let out a sigh, "Uncle, your writing..."

"Uncle's handwriting is really beautiful." Zhao Xian rolled his eyes and thought of something, and said obediently: "Uncle, I am reading "Poetry" recently, can you help me write an article "Zijin"?"

"Yes." Ying Zheng knew at a glance that Zhao Xian was making small plans, but he didn't know what Zhao Xian wanted to do, "What did you write?"

Zhao Xian had a very sincere look: "Copy, hehe."

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Half an hour later, Zhao Xian finished his homework and left Chang'an Palace with Ying Zheng's calligraphy in his hands.He did not return to the East Palace, and asked the palace man beside him: "Where is the father?"

Gong Ren said: "At this time, government affairs should be handled in Zhangtai Palace."

Zhao Xian took out the paper with Zijin written on it, and read it as he walked.After reading it over and over again and again, suddenly a hand stretched out in front of it and took the paper away.

"Your Highness, don't read while walking."

Zhao Xian raised his head, but what he saw was Mr. Zhao Gao who was supposed to be resting.He was a little surprised: "Sir? Why are you here?"

Zhao Gao glanced at the paper in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and still answered in an orderly manner: "Meng Tian just went to Yingchen, and there was also a rebellion in Xinzheng. The king has an edict and asked me to write it. Your Highness , Who gave this to you, what a beautiful word."

Zhao Xian stuck out his tongue: "Sir, guess what?"

Zhao Gaogao said in a loud voice, "I am stupid."

"I want to show it to my father, he will definitely like it." Zhao Xian didn't say who gave it to him, he just stood on tiptoe and subconsciously reached for the paper in Zhao Gao's hand.

Just when a gust of wind blew over, Zhao Gao's fingers loosened almost imperceptibly.The piece of paper wiped Zhao Xian's hand and floated away, and was sent far away by the wind, disappearing outside the palace wall.

Zhao Xian was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect this to happen.

Beside him, Zhao Gao immediately knelt down: "It's because I'm not careful, I'll go find you now."

Zhao Xian looked at Zhao Gao for a while, but couldn't tell what he was thinking, and finally showed a smiling face: "It's okay, sir, it wasn't on purpose. I finished my homework today, sir, would you like to take a look?"

He said and helped Zhao Gao up.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Zhao Gao lowered his eyes and said in a gentle voice, "Naturally, this is the duty of the minister."

Outside the palace wall, paper fluttered on the long palace road.

It floated onto a young man in armor.

Holding the sword in his hand, the young man took the paper off his pocket, took a look, it was an ordinary poem, just about to crush it, but suddenly a hand stretched out from behind, snatching the paper away without any explanation.

The young man turned his head sharply: "Your Majesty..."

Zhao Zheng leaned out of the imperial chariot with almost half of his body, grabbing the handrail with one hand and snatching the paper with the other.Wang Wuxu stretched out his hands to support him, but saw the king in Xuanyi blinking, his eyes were red, his lips were slightly parted, but he didn't say anything.

The thin paper trembled slightly in his hands.

It was a look that Wang Wu had never seen before.

After a long time, Zhao Zheng's eyes gradually turned from hot to dull.He closed his eyes, handed the paper to Wang Wu, and said hoarsely, "Let the censor check who wrote it."