[Qin] Qin Shi

Even if Hu Ji's letter was not blocked, Bai Shu could roughly guess the content, but to be on the safe side, he took the letter out of the harem before Gao Jianli, and put it in the room to wait for the next opportunity to bring it out when he left the palace. Read the letter clearly.

It's not too surprising, it's an encrypted letter, and the left and right are the contents. After Bai Shu handed over the analysis to the system, he continued to make his own salted fish. While taking Fusu, he protected Qin Gong A watertight.

It wasn't until one day that he went to the martial arts field alone on a whim, and picked up the shotgun that he had left idle for many years for various reasons, only to find that his accuracy had dropped so much before he knew it: "Oops," Feeling the pain from exerting force on his right shoulder, Bai Shu let go of the hand pulling the string, "It seems that I can only continue to be a melee mage. '

[Talk out the mage first and then talk to me about this,] the system accurately complained, [Besides, the melee mage is very strong, you only have a berserker, and you are far from the elegant mage. 】If possible, the system at this moment should be eating melon seeds. 】

"I think melee invincibility is about me," Bai Shu boasted shamelessly, "When I met you, it was just an encounter with a changing dragon!" '

[The Xiongba is miserable, okay? 】The system no longer wants to deal with the host who comes to tease him every day,【There is a small fish outside the field, are you going to take the hook or catch this unexpected joy? 】

"You're good or bad~" Bai Shu glanced over the edge of the venue, and he had a certain idea about this matter, "Your appearance of fearing that the world will not be chaotic really resembles me very much. '

With the bow in the right hand and the arrow in the left hand, the bow and string stretched under the huge tension to form a full moon——

【roll! 】The system became annoyed and turned into a Zaunian, watching the feathered arrow drop from his hand, piercing the target with a slight sound of piercing through the air, 【You'd better not do this kind of forceful bow draw. 】

Bai Shu put on a smile on his face, and didn't face the system's persuasion directly. He held the bow that had been unstringed in his right hand, and looked sideways at the young man on the edge of the field: "Young Master Eighteen." His tone was alienated, as if he had only met by a few faces. Strangers who are acquainted but not familiar with each other hurriedly nod and say hello and pass by on the street.

But the young man standing on the edge of the martial arts field didn't seem to notice it. His pupils shrank into cat pupils in the sun, and his lighter eyes looked like two crystal clear ambers under the bright spring light: "Goose Beijun!"

A bright smile bloomed on the face of the young man who was watched by the adults. His voice was cheerful and clear, full of joy and intimacy, and his whole person was full of vigor that made people want to smile with him.

[He seems to have finally caught up with a fan of his favorite idol,] the system complained, [If it wasn’t for the fact that this is another little celebrity in front of me, I would really believe that he has admired you for many years, and now he is finally alone with his idol ——By the way, do you feel nostalgic looking at the little red name in front of you? 】

'Fans can't tell, but illegitimate meals are quite similar. ’ There was a gentle reciprocation on the face, but in his heart he finally found someone to complain about, “Don’t think I didn’t notice, he was planning to have a ‘chance encounter’ with me almost every day. '

The system let out an earth-shattering laugh without conscience.

Laughter is always contagious. Amidst the system's laughter, the smile on Bai Shu's face was a bit more real: "And are you serious? Who would miss a person who gets popular every now and then and plans to have sex with you?" A guy who has vendetta all his life?I have no penchant for masochistic masochism! '

Complaining like this in his heart, he looked at Hu Hai with a smile on his face, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "But to be honest, among so many sons of Your Majesty, Hu Hai is the only one who learns his moodiness and is especially good at pretending. '

Thanks to his permanent residence in the Qin Palace, Bai Shu has met Ying Zheng's twenty-odd children. The girls are older than their mothers, and their natural advantages naturally make them more like biological mothers.

Boys are more likely to grow up in the academy, but they also perfectly interpret what is meant by "a dragon gives birth to nine sons and sons are different": "I don't comment on his ability, but his nature is really like your majesty." '

That kind of love desires life and evil desires death, black people are just because they don't like it, yellow name is just because you are beneficial to me, if you want green name, you must make me feel that you are unique, a person that only I can Possessed baby, greedy and possessive willful.

In his bones, Hu Hai resembled Ying Zheng very much, but he didn't pretend to be Ying Zheng.

He was smoother than Yingzheng, he almost got what he wanted, and his childhood as the favored youngest son of the King of Qin also made him lose the kind of dormancy and forbearance that Yingzheng had in order to achieve his goals.

In fact, none of Yingzheng's sons has inherited his kind of forbearance that would sacrifice himself in order to achieve his goals. It is difficult to fight against opponents, so how can anyone make these little princes feel wronged.

Besides the emperor, who else could really wrong them?

[Do you realize that you are like a big villain now? 】The system looked indifferent,【That kind of, ah, I suddenly want to try, can a small version of Emperor Shihuang be hatched, this eagerness to try. 】

Bai Shu was really amused by the system this time, the real smile on his face obviously gave the visitor an illusion that he had a good impression of him, so he couldn't help stretching out his foot to test: "Sir, Yanbei native Are people as good at riding and shooting as you are?"

Because of Hu Hai's address to Bai Shu, the system let out a long "oh", and did not intend to hide his gloating attitude.

Bai Shu didn't bother to argue with the system: "Shu isn't good at archery," he opened his eyes as if he didn't see the feathered arrow that pierced the bull's-eye a hundred meters away, "It's just that the weather is just right today, so I came out to exercise my hands and feet."

"Sir, you are so good," Hu Hai found the topic by himself, "You can't do it at eighteen, every time you practice martial arts, eighteen's accuracy is the worst one, not to mention the bull's-eye, sometimes you miss it. "He said, and got into the martial arts arena through the railing, "I don't know what went wrong, but the shot was not accurate."

Bai Shu didn't stop his movements, so he watched him call himself 'Sir', ran to her side, and grabbed a handful of relatives from the other side quite familiarly. Light little bow and arrow.

"Obviously everyone moves in the same way, just like this—" Hu Hai holds the bow with his right hand, and draws the string with his left hand, "——the mop." He fired an empty arrow, and then looked at Bai Shu with burning eyes, "I don't know what happened." What's wrong."

"Are you good at using your left hand?" Seeing Hu Hai's movements, Bai Shu frowned slightly.

However, these words seemed to hit the young man in front of him, he hastily turned his left and right hands upside down: "Ah, I'm sorry," the flustered expression seemed to have done something wrong, "Well, Hai'er, try again, sir, don't be angry—"

"It's not enough to be angry." Bai Shu raised his hand and pressed Hu Hai's shoulder, and wrapped him around him from behind, taking Hu Hai's hand to exchange the left and right sides of the bowstring again. The movements were light and familiar as if they had been tempered thousands of times, "Do this."

He took Hu Hai from behind Hu Hai, from how to hold the bow to how to place an arrow, and after leading him through the process, he helped him shoot a bullseye before letting go and added: "In the future, try to put the empty string as little as possible, which is not good for the bow. good."

Because of being close to each other, Bai Shu could feel Hu Hai's arms suddenly tightened, but soon relaxed again.

"Haier got it," he said quickly, if the system hadn't been analyzing Hu Hai's expression, he might really have believed Hu Hai's words, "No one has taught Haier this before, sir, this is the first one."

As he spoke, he carefully raised his head to observe Bai Shu's expression like he was looking for a comforting little animal around Dongxue, making a [-]% image of a fan who is cautious in front of his idol who admires him, and is afraid that he will offend his idol.

If you hadn't seen the high-end version, oh, wrong, if you hadn't seen the original version, Bai Shu might really have believed it.

But compared to Ying Zheng who saw that he could fight outside Handan City, so he wanted to learn how to fight with him and ran several miles every day to find him in the woods, this low-profile version is really more difficult: " When the eighteenth son is older, someone will teach you these things, you are still young now."

Bai Shu's words were impeccable, neither taking credit nor being proud.

However, this is not what Hu Hai wanted to hear: "Sir, just like the emperor's father, just call him Hai'er." Perhaps Bai Shu's consolation had an effect, and he showed his dependence and trust in a timely manner, "Except for the emperor's father , Mr. Eighteen admires the most—eight hundred riders, crossing Yanbei, looking northwest, what an imposing manner!"

As he spoke, he waved the bow in his hand, and quickly realized that his behavior was inappropriate, so he quickly stopped, and carefully looked around to see if anyone noticed his gaffe: "Sir, please don't tell me. Others, otherwise Hai'er will be pressured to re-learn etiquette."

The little boy stuck out his tongue and made a playful grimace, which drew a chuckle from the adults: "No, Mr. Eighteen is innocent, that's pretty good." He paused, and added, "It's just that Mr. For the blood of the Tian family, you should pay more attention to your words and deeds on weekdays, and it is better not to fall into the tongue of others."

The system looked at the brighter red color than before, and laughed out loud: [If you want to be ruthless, you should still be ruthless, hahahaha! 】

Others are wooing you to please you, but you only want to praise him for his innocence.

It's not your fault that others want to show favor in front of you, but you comfort them that they are fine, just don't do it again in the future.

Dog host, let me know about murder and death.

Hu Hai recovered quickly after a short period of stiffness: "Thank you for reminding me, sir." He saluted Bai Shu, "Don't worry, sir, Hai'er can pay attention on weekdays." Special status, "Sir, will you come here often in the future?"

"The eldest son is now entering the court, and Shu Ye has more time, so he can finally take a break from his busy schedule."

The smile on Hu Hai's face faltered: "Brother," he said with envy in his tone, "Brother is almost ready to help the emperor now, Hai'er is really envious, I don't know when Haier will be able to help the emperor." Help the emperor."

Bai Shu didn't answer this question, because he was really curious about how Hu Hai would get along if he didn't answer this question.

However, he soon discovered that he had really underestimated Hu Hai's thick skin to achieve his goal: "Sir, sir," the distressed look on his face was swept away, and turned into excitement and expectation, "The emperor relies on Mr. , now that the eldest brother has entered the court, and there are no students around Mr.—”

Hu Hai opened his hand and turned twice in front of Bai Shu: "Look, sir, is Hai'er suitable?"